Hong Kong black cadres hate mackerel

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Zhongyuan Zhong also frowned in trouble, untied his apron and threw it aside, limply buried his chin in his arm, and the dim yellow light shone warmly on his dazzling orange hair.Zhong also stared at the empty goblet next to him, pinching the stem of the goblet in boredom and shaking it.

"Really, don't you know how to call first if you don't come? It's too much!"

wrong.

No matter from which angle you look at this matter, there is a problem!Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned and sat up, and subconsciously began to fumble for the phone with his hand, but unexpectedly found nothing.

It was only then that Nakahara Chuya remembered that he was bandaging in the bedroom before, and his mobile phone should still be lying on the bed now.Zhong also got up and walked to his bedroom, glanced back at the dishes shining brightly under the orange light, and turned his gaze back.

Is it an illusion?

He always had an ominous feeling that this was the last supper.

Nakahara Chuya's intuition has always been very accurate, but this idea is too unreasonable... Nakahara Chuya just thought about it, and a picture of Osamu Dazai wearing a light-colored trench coat and holding a bunch of flowers flashed in front of him. flashed by.

At that time, Osamu Dazai had already left Hong Kong and Heilongjiang, changed the black suit that represented darkness, had new friends, faded away the haze, and broke his own dark past with his own hands, but why did he still appear in his old man? before?

It's contradictory, isn't it?

Zhongyuan Zhong also frowned and thought about it carefully, the familiar feeling of severe pain reappeared in his head, as if he was about to tear his head apart abruptly.

"It hurts, damn it..."

Zhongyuan Zhong also leaned on the wall with difficulty and thought, because the scene in front of him was already blurred due to the severe pain, and Zhongye could vaguely distinguish that his bedroom was in front of him, so he staggered in and insisted on walking to his soft bed before falling down. down.

The feeling of loss of strength and the sharp pain in his head went hand in hand. Nakahara Nakahara stretched out his hands and groped on the cold and soft sheets. His fingertips finally groped for a hard object. Dazai Osamu in light-colored clothes suddenly flashed in front of him, leaning on the flower with his arms in his arms. previous action.

In the Central Plains, you can also clearly see that the bunch of flowers is black.Today, Osamu Dazai's ambiguous words reappeared in his ears.

-Do you know the flower language of black rose?You are a demon and belong to me.

Zhong Yuanzhong also opened his icy blue pupils wide, the scene in front of him stimulated the sharp pain in his already dull head.

Soon, Zhong also fell into a blackness.

Zhong Yuanzhong could also feel that he had a vast expanse of black in his dream, boundless, but there were voices around him constantly passing through.

It is gentle, sly, and belongs to the voice of 22-year-old Osamu Dazai.

"Ah, I didn't expect that little slugs would also suffer from flower vomiting. It is rumored that this is an incurable disease because there is a person in my heart who can never express love? The only solution is to be liked people kiss."

Zhong Yuanzhong also stood in the darkness, frowning when he heard the voice.There was indeed a picture of Osamu Dazai smiling frivolously, surrounded by his apartment and furnishings.

Osamu Dazai smiled confidently and with ease.

"I'm the one Zhong Ye likes, right?"

…………

Flower vomiting?I... like Osamu Dazai?

Zhong Yuan's eyes widened in disbelief, but when the answer was about to come out, the scene of Osamu Dazai and the apartment in front of him faded away at this moment, and a hug with a clear touch pulled Zhong also back from the dream.

It's like a person drowning in the bottom of the sea is about to open the treasure that has sunk into the bottom of the sea, but he is temporarily stopped and dragged back, protecting the Pandora's box that is about to be opened.

"Zhongye."

It's winter.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also stopped from opening his eyes by the heavy parting and sadness atmosphere.He doesn't like parting, let alone comforting others.So in the end, Zhong Yuanzhong also chose to close his eyes and pretend that he was still asleep.

"Zhongye, I'm leaving." Dongri hugged Zhongye as if he didn't realize it, "In fact, Zhongye should have found out a long time ago, I must have died long ago."

"…………"

It was the first time that Nakahara Nakahara was aware of his dullness. If it hadn't been said by Saiki Kusuo himself, he might not have realized that Dongri, like Zhou Fangzun, was a ghost body when he entered this world.

Now it's Winter who realizes his time is up, so come to say a final goodbye.

"Chuya has always been so kind, so I blame Zhou Fangzun's death on you. It doesn't matter, I, like Zhou Fangzun, feel very lucky to be able to meet in the world after death."

He really doesn't know how to deal with this kind of scene, so don't cry in Dongri.

Zhong Yuanzhong also sighed and opened his eyes, "Dongri, don't cry. Didn't you promise me to be brave and strong?"

Those light-colored pupils were full of water droplets, his face was cute and delicate, and the hamster's ears were drooping softly, aggrieved and cute.It seems that the person in front of him is still like paper money, Kong has grown a thin and tall figure, and he is still a timid crybaby who can only cling to others.

Now his eyes are red, but he can still hold back his tears and say goodbye to him with a smile. It really seems to have grown up.

"Zhongye," Dongri said, holding the hem of her clothes, mustering up her courage. "I like Chuya very much."

"Huh?" Zhongyuan Zhong didn't know why. "I like you too."

No, it is not.Our likes are different.

Dongri wanted to tell Zhongye this way, but at the moment before he died, he seemed to understand why Zhou Fangzun had such a good relationship with Zhongye back then, and he was one step away from confessing his love.

In the end, I still couldn't speak out.

Because I really like Chuya very much, so I don't want him to remember me forever through the confession before his death.

and……

It doesn't matter anymore, because after his death, he can come to the world of You Zhongya, which is enough.

"Me." Dongri took a deep breath, swallowed the regret and sadness, and raised a bright smile: "I'm really happy, very happy, very happy to come to the world with you after death!"

Nakahara looked at the boy in a white safari suit with hamster furry ears and smiled slightly at him standing in the dim light.

The figure gradually becomes transparent.

Zhong Yuanzhong also opened his lips, and finally said in a low voice: "Sorry, I never thought of you. I didn't rescue you when I was eight years old..."

"It's my own cowardice that hurt me. If I don't stand up, others can't protect me forever." Winter shook his head gently: "It's a pity that I didn't understand this truth until I died. And in this world, I have always been greedy. Your gentleness is holding you back."

Central Plains was also speechless for a while, watching Dong Ri's figure gradually become transparent, like a thin image.

"Are you going?"

"Yes." Dongri replied softly: "My time is up. If I can meet Zhou Fangzun, I will tell him for you, 'Zhongye has never forgotten you.'"

Zhou Fangzun...

Zhong Yuanzhong also closed his eyes.

"Thank you."

*****

have they gone.

Zhongya Nakahara opened his eyes after the calm in the room was restored. There were still the same displays and objects in the room, but the owner's mentality was different.

"First Zun said the time is up, then Naraku, is it winter now?"

- It's time for me to go.

- She won't go to her world after death anyway, so it doesn't matter.

- My time is up, if I can meet Zhou Fangzun, I will tell him for you that 'Zhong also has never forgotten you. 'This sentence.

Zhong Yuanzhong also recalled what they said, and his whole body was cold:

Xia Ri can travel freely between this world and his original world, and Saiki Kusuo is a superpower who can travel freely.But Na Luo, Wu Mi, and Zhou Fangzun are not allowed to return to their own world.

Not only that, Zhou Fangzun even lost his memory.Same with him.An answer is imminent——

"Could it be me?" Zhongyuan Zhong also felt as if he was in an icehouse when he thought of this possibility.

At this moment, a hand reached out and hugged him tightly, as if greedy for the temperature of his body, but also fear.softly whispered:

"Don't think about it, idiot."

Osamu Dazai?

Zhong Yuanzhong also had to temporarily put down the doubts in his mind, and slapped his hand covering his mouth coldly: "Why are you here?"

The boy kneeling on the bed was wearing a black suit, with a long windbreaker draped over his shoulders as usual.The combination of fine and soft hair and bright and well-behaved smiling eyes looks like an innocent child.Softly and coquettishly, she leaned against the shoulder covered with broken orange hair and rubbed against her.

"Huh? Am I weird here?"

Ah, yes.What's so strange about this.If Osamu Dazai wants information about whom, isn't it just a matter of one sentence?

Zhongyuan Zhong also changed the question and continued to ask: "The gangsters in Hong Kong are the ghosts of you?"

Questions are straightforward and straight to the point.As expected of Chuya who does things vigorously and resolutely.

"Yes." Osamu Dazai readily admitted. "If Chuya disappears, Akutagawa, Tachihara, Oi, Momiji-san, and Mori-san will all die. By the way, there are also Sanhuazhu and Natsume."

...What kind of cheerful tone are you bastard begging for praise!

"What are you arresting them for?" Nakahara Nakaya grabbed the pillow beside him and smashed it on Dazai's head. "What does it have to do with them?!"

"Yes." Osamu Dazai puffed his cheeks seriously, his childish anger was cute. "Because Zhong doesn't care about me, he only cares about them~ So Zhong doesn't want them to die, and Zhong also regards them as friends, right, so Zhong should live to watch me and supervise me."

If it is said that at the beginning, Dazai Osamu was still dumbfounded by Dazai Osamu's dark and coquettish words, the more he heard it later, when he heard the young and soft voice matched with the unsuitable dark and deep eyes, a cold thrilling oil But born.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also startled: "Are you crazy?"

crazy?

He is already crazy.

Dazai Osamu's fingertips were surprisingly cold with a bit of damp feeling, touching Nakaya's skin caused a series of icy tremors, his slender fingers penetrated into the black chock that Nakaya was wearing around his neck, and his fingertips hooked him Get up.

"That's right. I like Chuya, I like it like crazy."