[Comprehensive] If we have another possibility

The next day, when Cao Bi came to report to the Skylark House early with him, it was Fei Shi who opened the door.

"Good morning, Mr. Fei Shi." Cao Bi bowed respectfully, raised his head and saw a little red mark on his neck, and his eyes immediately became relieved.

Fei Shi simply nodded to him, turned around and walked back slowly.

Cao Bi followed behind after closing the door, and continued to ask respectfully: "Where is Mr. Gong now? There are some matters of the consortium that need him to deal with."

"Kyoya is still sleeping." Fei Shi yawned lazily and said casually.

Cao Bi nodded as usual, and handed out the breakfast: "Then I'll wake Mr. Gong up, please go and have breakfast first."

Fei Shi paused and denied, "No, let me call."

Facing Cao Bi's suspicious eyes, he tried his best to say euphemistically: "Last night...he was tired, it was my fault, sorry."

Cao Bi's footsteps froze instantly, and the expression on his face also froze.

"...Huh?" He uttered a single voice with disillusionment on his face, and his expression gradually turned into full of horror and disbelief, "Could it be that...you and Mr. Gong...Mr. Gong are——!"

"... Zhe?"

Before he could finish speaking, a hoarse and confused voice suddenly came from inside the room, making him swallow the rest of the words immediately, and replied loudly: "Yes! Mr. Gong! There is something about the consortium that requires you to come forward!"

"I see." Skylark seemed to yawn, and then said nothing.

Fei Shi signaled the dazed Cao Bi to wait in the living room, and then went back to the room.

Cao Bi, who was scratching his head at the truth, took a sneak peek inside when the paper door was opened.

His family, Mr. Gong, was buried in the quilt in a drowsy state, his hair was disheveled, and there were red handprints and hickey marks on his shoulders and back.

In connection with the hoarse voice just now, Kusakabe Tetsuo thought he had learned the truth, and perhaps he was about to be silenced by the angry Mr. Gong.

But he must say something before being silenced.

——How could the chairman of his family be the one below!fall! !

Unaware of the collapsed mood of the subordinate who went against the CP outside, Hibari Kyouya was quickly dug out of the bed by Fei Shi, frowned and gave him a look, stretched out his arms to wrap him around him, and buried his face deep in his neck Take a deep breath.

"What's wrong?" Fei Shi patted the back of Yunque's head.

"Are you going back to Xiongying?" Yunque asked sullenly.

Fei Shi paused: "...back."

After the USJ incident, the school gave three days off, and today is the third day.

And he... After all, he still owes Aizawa much.

Hearing his answer, Skylark didn't seem too surprised, just looked up at him, and lazily lay back on him.

This is how Lark treats him.He won't get to the bottom of it, won't pry into his life and privacy, and won't ask the other party to be by his side all the time. If he insists, what he wants is the sense of steadfastness that... the other party will be there if he needs it.

The mighty Floating Cloud can stand on his own, and his feelings and tenderness are hidden in every detail, such as the black tea that he has been silently searching for for Fei Shi all this time, such as the silent and warm embrace now.

"It's time to get up, Cao Bi is still waiting for you." Fei Shi combed his hair with his fingers, urging him softly.

Skylark wrapped his arms around his waist in a relaxed and natural manner: "Let him wait."

Fei Shi sighed silently, and looked to the next door: "How is Gangji?"

Skylark snorted softly, "I haven't woken up yet."

The shrunken mafia godfather slept like a piggy last night, without any awareness of vigilance, which shows that he is relieved of his environment.

Thinking of this, Yunque glanced at someone who might be the source of the little one's sense of security without showing any emotion, and twisted his waist.

Fei Shi who was caught off guard by a pain in his waist: "?"

After breakfast, Yunque packed the sleepy-eyed Tsunayoshi dumplings tightly and carried him to the company, and at the same time prevented the little one from having any further contact with Feishi.

The young man with cherry hair declined Cao Bi's proposal to find someone to take him back home, and he walked slowly along the road to the station, while casually looking down at the messages on his phone.

These messages are basically greetings from former classmates after the news of the USJ incident was broadcast.

Fei Shi slid the news to the end, and in the dense red unread, finally only clicked on the information boxes of Kuroko Tetsuya and Momoi Wuyue, and simply reported safety.

When he was about to put his phone back, he barely saw the text message with only a small red 1.

[Akashi: Are you injured? ]

A cold sentence, nothing else to say.

This was the first time the proud boy had contacted him since he broke up in junior high school.

Fei Shi's fingers hovered over the input box for a long time before he clicked slowly, and input two words leisurely.

[--:No. ]

He stared at the two words for a while, then moved his fingertips to send, ready to press.

at this time.

"Dililululu~dillylululu~Today I want to commit suicide with vigor! La la la la la... together with my husband~ die for love~"

Pleasant and naive songs with unknown meaning came out from the phone. For some reason, the volume was at the highest volume at the beginning, and the humming and weird lyrics instantly resounded in a radius of [-] meters, attracting the surprised and strange eyes of many passers-by.

Uchiha Feishi stared at the phone for a long time with a dull expression, then closed his eyes with a headache, and dodged into an alley at the same time when he got connected, he almost wanted to raise his hand to his forehead:

"Dazai? What are you doing? When did you tamper with my phone?"

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be silent for a moment, and then he gave a light smile in a good mood: ["Yeah, I'm so sorry sir, I forgot..."]

Fei Shi's eyes moved, and he stopped silently.

The person on the opposite side seemed to be in a closed space, and they were talking close to the microphone, making the voice from the mobile phone very close, it sounded like a gentle whisper attached to the ear, hoarse and sexy|sexy.

But Fei Shi heard his two suppressed coughs at the beginning, as well as the moist rales of the viscous liquid mixed with the airflow in the gap between his breaths.

There was a rustling sound, as if Dazai, who had sat down against the wall, breathed lightly for a while, and then said with a smile as usual: "Why don't you talk, sir? Are you surprised by my singing... ..."]

"Where are you?" Fei Shi interrupted him abruptly.

The unfinished words came to an abrupt end, Osamu Dazai was holding the phone, with his pointed chin resting on his knees, and fell silent for some reason.

["I asked where you are now, Dazai."] The person on the opposite side seemed dissatisfied with his silence at the moment, and his tone was a little bit heavier, sounding a little harsh.

Dazai Osamu's eyelids drooped slightly, and a faint light gradually appeared in the empty kite-colored eyes, the corners of his lips curled slightly, and his tone was very gentle:

"Didn't Mister engrave a mark on me? Just follow that to find me."

The slender young man was curled up in a dark corner, his hand holding the mobile phone was pale and thin, his voice was very soft, but his five fingers were as hard as grasping a life-saving straw.

He tightly pressed the mobile phone to his ear, listening to the faint breathing from the opposite side, his eyes gradually straightened, and he murmured like a whisper: "Just... just come to me..."

The remaining words of the young man gradually became inaudible.

Fei Shi stood where he was, frowned imperceptibly.

Osamu Dazai felt like he was standing on a cloud.

Behind him is a bottomless cliff with raging fire burning inside; in front of him is an endless iceberg and snow field, and the swishing cold wind makes him shiver.

He lowered his head, and saw several rusty knives stuck in his chest, and the invisible hand was trying to pull out these knives, every movement was a piercing pain.

Even if it is a dream, it is too real.

Osamu Dazai was thinking in a daze, and couldn't help wrapping his hands around his knees, curling himself into a ball as much as possible, trying to relieve this unbearable pain.

In a trance, he seemed to see a sparkling river, gurgling and flowing above his head, with dazzling colors that people will never forget at a glance.

His consciousness was ups and downs in the darkness, he stared at the river above his head for a while, then suddenly opened his eyes wide, and belatedly realized——

That's not river surface.

He raised his head, narrowed his eyes as if he was afraid of being burned by the sun, and stared blankly at the approaching blue color.

——It was illuminated by the setting sun, a pair of incomparably beautiful and clear eyes.

"... Dazai."

Fei Shi half-kneeled beside the flushed young man, helped him by the shoulder and looked at his injury, frowned slightly: "Dazai, can you hear me?"

The bruised young man had several bullet holes on his body, his bandages were messed up, his body was terribly hot, and he was lying helplessly in a corner at the moment.

He casually threw the black windbreaker aside, already burned unconscious, but even so, he still held the phone firmly in his hand, as if it was some priceless treasure.

Fei Shi was silent, and stepped forward to break his hand.

As if some kind of switch was suddenly turned on by this action, the semi-dizzy young man suddenly opened his eyes, his whole body's aura changed suddenly, and there was an abyss-like cold and viscous murderous intent in his eyes, as if he had come from hell. Shura who climbed up.

But after seeing the person in front of him clearly, the malice that was about to overflow from his body suddenly disappeared, and the expression on his sickly flushed face suddenly fell into a blank, looking like a child who was unguarded and ignorant.

He blinked with difficulty, moved his chapped lips, and spit out a few hoarse syllables: "Mr... sir...?"

"It's me. You've been shot and you're running a high fever."

Fei Shi, who didn't even change his expression from the beginning to the end, simply talked about his situation, took his mobile phone involuntarily, hung up the phone that was still on the phone, and stuffed it into his pocket.

Osamu Dazai let him take away his mobile phone as if he hadn't realized it yet, with a docile and well-behaved attitude, completely different from the ruthless appearance who was about to kill someone just touching it.

Fei Shi briefly glanced at the messy wound he had bandaged, but it was still professionally wounded, put two fingers together on his sweaty forehead and felt it, calmly said:

"39°5... I'm so calm, I just called me now, don't you want that smart brain of yours anymore?"

Osamu Dazai blinked slowly and slowly, and finally came back to his senses under his movements, smiled weakly, and raised his hand to grab the corner of his clothes.

Fei Shi took a look at him, reached his armpits and knees, and hugged him.

The warm chest and the hot but cold body are pressed together.

Osamu Dazai's eyelids trembled slightly at the place that Feishi didn't see.

He raised his hand to embrace Fei Shi's shoulders, and leaned his head on his chest obediently. He kept his eyes down and couldn't see his expression clearly, and said in a barely audible voice, "...do you want to save me, sir?"

"Didn't you ask me for help?" Fei Shi glanced at him condescendingly.

Osamu Dazai looked up at him in a daze, and suddenly smiled.

"Yeah, why do I always subconsciously ask my husband for help... It's obvious that what I yearn for is death."

He murmured, his tone soft and soft, his beautiful iris-colored pupils were full of the reflection of Fei Shi, and slowly faded away, revealing a soft and warm smile like mist.

"It must be because... it would be too lonely to die alone after meeting Mr...."

He was muttering to himself, his eyes were gentle and empty, revealing the lonely look of a child who was forgotten in the corner.

Fei Shi looked down at him, slowly understood something from his empty expression, lowered his head and gently kissed his eyes, and said simply and calmly: "You won't."

Osamu Dazai's slender eyelashes trembled.

Rational tears leaked from the corners of his lightly closed eyes, his fingers were slowly clenched, and he almost held his breath to feel the temperature of Fei Shi's lips, and when he was about to back away, he suddenly exerted force on his arms, as if he was anxious to lose something She raised her head to seal his lips, hugged his neck and gasped for a kiss, her thin back was trembling in Fei Shi's arms, as if she was extremely afraid that she would be left behind.

Feeling the unintentional panic shown by the person in his arms, Fei Shi paused for a moment.

He stared at the young man's exquisite eyebrows and eyes in a daze, sighed softly in his heart, hugged him tightly, and began to kiss back patiently.

Osamu Dazai hooked his neck and kissed him for a long time, he was still not satisfied after being let go, panting slightly, rubbed the tip of his nose against his Adam's apple, kissed and bit gently along his powerful pulsating carotid artery.

The little animal's usual comfort-seeking behavior was quickly stopped.

Fei Shi turned his head to the side to hide, and was unmoved by his aggrieved eyes, and said expressionlessly: "What you need now is surgery and medicine, just be honest with me, don't make trouble for nothing."

Osamu Dazai's eyes lit up, and then he wrinkled his face pitifully: "But... I have nowhere to go now, and the intersections around me are blocked by little dwarfs..."

As he spoke, he secretly watched Fei Shi's reaction with his eyes, so it shouldn't be too obvious what he was thinking.

Fei Shi pretended not to notice his cute little scheme, patted his head lightly, and said calmly and naturally: "Then come with me."

Osamu Dazai's fingertips trembled, and he raised his head to look at him seriously. After a long while, his lips, stained pale pink because of the kiss, were slightly pursed, with a gentle arc: "...OK."

He has a nice smile.

Fei Shi tilted his head and looked at him for a while, then nodded, then turned and walked towards the coat he had thrown in the corner.

Osamu Dazai patted his arm immediately.The tossing just now obviously consumed all his energy, so now he can only lean on Fei Shi's arms without bones, and said angrily:

"Just throw that coat away, sir, it doesn't matter to me any more."

Fei Shi stopped in his tracks according to his words, took a look at his ugly face, and without further delay, directly launched the Flying Thunder God and left the spot.

The standard young man who climbed up the ladder was in his arms, and at this time he even had time to criticize and act coquettishly: "Speaking of which, why did sir take so long to arrive after I finished calling? I'm dying of pain..."

"Do you think the technique of Flying Thunder God is very simple? I'm not a sensory type. If the distance is too far, I won't be able to reach it at once." Fei Shi glanced at him flatly, and gave an explanation that ordinary people couldn't understand.

"Hey..." Osamu Dazai responded with a lack of interest, and felt that Fei Shi was holding his head in his arms to protect him, and then a sense of dizziness came, and he was led to appear in several alleys in an instant, In the corner, I finally came to a strange operating room.

Speaking of...

"Is it okay for Mr. to touch me now?" He suddenly thought of this, and after being placed on the operating table, he held Fei Shi's finger.

Fei Shi, who was about to turn around to change clothes, turned back and held his hand comfortingly: "I'm not sure about this, but even if I still react, there is no problem with you here." "Replenish".

Osamu Dazai, who was suffering from a high fever, felt relieved, blinked, and his eyelids gradually became heavy, but he still had one more thing to ask...

"It's already dusk... Is it okay if you don't go home, sir?"

The young man's voice was vague, apparently just trying to stay awake.

Fei Shi's brows and eyes were slightly relaxed, and he pushed the hair on his forehead that was wet with cold sweat to the sides, leaned over and kissed him, and said in a soft voice, "It's okay, go to sleep."