[Wen Ye] Do caged birds dream of butterflies?

Reaching out and pulling the brim of the hat, he cleared his throat: "Cough, I see, I will read it."

The voice is small, but very solemn.

In this way, you become tea friends.He comes to drink tea with you every day, sometimes earlier and sometimes later, and you recommend some books to him, of course, you will also chat.So you know that his supernatural ability is gravity, and his name is [Dirty Sorrow], and you have heard him say a lot of things, about Mortar Street, [sheep], and about the blood of the ancestors □□ of.

Most of them are his personal experience, some of which can be said to be quite extraordinary tragedies.But when he spoke, his tone was calm and frank, without any emotion of sadness, and his words were simple and ordinary, but very powerful.

You realize that Chu Nakahara is also a very different kind of person from Ogai Mori and Osamu Dazai.In other words, his love and hatred are very direct, and sometimes what he says can even make people feel arrogant and reckless.But that wasn't recklessness, on the contrary, his mind was sharp.Sometimes it seems that he is too straightforward and unwilling to think, which only shows that he has not encountered a problem that cannot be solved by direct force.

You remembered what those reports said about him.You think, this is probably the arrogant innocence that only the strong can maintain.

Absolutely powerful.This is something you've never experienced before.This kind of Central Plains also makes you feel very novel.

Then, on another afternoon when he came to drink tea with you, the door of your study was slammed open.

There is only one person who can barge in like this without saying hello.You looked at the door, stood up happily, and just about to speak, Zhong Yuanzhong beside you quickly called out the name of the person who came.

"Dazai? Oh, huh~" The orange-haired boy stood up suddenly, his low voice was mixed with anger mixed with a smile, his cobalt blue eyes stared at the black-haired boy at the door, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "Backed I caught the pigtail, bandage bastard. You didn’t knock on the door when you met the Boss, do you want to be slaughtered?”

"Should I ask?" The boy standing at the door—Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows high, and looked at Chuya Nakahara coldly, "When can dogs be served?"

***

"Dead mackerel! Who's a dog?!"

"Aha? Do you want to play tricks? Nakahara is also Dazai-sama's dog—all PortMafia knows!"

"Shut up! It's all because you scribbled on the newspaper, right? Speaking of which, why does PortMafia have such a thing?"

It's almost like a black cat with a shaggy fur and a golden retriever baring its teeth - you watch in shock as teenagers yell at each other in the way schoolchildren fight.Leaving Nakahara Chuya aside, such a "lively" Mr. Dazai is really rare.

And just when you were stunned because you were too surprised, the battle situation was still escalating.

"So you really want to be beaten to paralysis by me, right?" Nakahara Chuya squeezed his fists with a smile on his face, walked around the coffee table and threatened, "Dead mackerel! Tell me the purpose of your visit to Boss." , and then I will send you on my way with my fist!"

"You're the one?" Osamu Dazai sneered sarcastically, "When can a dog leave its owner and act without permission? And it's still sitting on the same table with the leader? And it looks like it's well adapted? What is this? I don’t remember ever allowing you to approach this place. Chuya, you are my dog! Hurry up and kneel down and lick my feet right now!”

"Suicide trash you—"

"Ah—I was wrong, slugs that don't even have a brain can't understand human speech."

"Bastard Dazai!" If this is a manga, you think Chuya Nakahara's forehead must have burst out with a bright red well, and he punched Dazai, "I don't need your permission to go anywhere!"

"Not."

"what?"

"I said dogs can't come here, but they can't come here." Osamu Dazai curled his mouth coldly, and then turned his gaze to you, "Xiao Tomie, drive him out."

"What the hell are you talking about—"

"Chuya-kun!" You raised your voice, inserted into the scolding between the two, and said to Zhongya Zhongya who had heard the words and looked over, "Please go out first."

Chuya Nakahara's expression froze, he looked at you and then at Osamu Dazai with an expression of disbelief.

You looked at him without guilt, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw Osamu Dazai was about to show a victorious sneer.But at this moment, Zhong Yuanzhong also seemed to have thought of something, his cobalt blue eyes widened, and his face suddenly changed.

"Hey, hey...Boss, you? You and him?" He looked like he saw a ghost, and even his voice was distorted, "Isn't it?! You actually like this bandage trash?!"

***

Then Zhong Yuanzhong also left - you feel that he was not so much driven away as scared away.Because until he walked out of the door, he always had the expression of being struck by lightning, without any unwillingness or frustration of "being at a disadvantage in arguing with Osamu Dazai and being kicked out like a dog".

Probably because of this reason, Dazai Osamu's expression is ugly.He stared at Chuya Nakahara's back with a gloomy face until everyone left, and stared at the closed door for a long time.

You tried to start a conversation, but before you could speak, you were fixed in place by his cold gaze that suddenly turned around.

You feel that you are innocent enough to be angered.But Mr. Dazai is always right, if he is wrong, please refer to the first half of the sentence.So you shut your mouth obediently and wisely, and stood where you were while he stared at you.

After watching for a while, he waved to you.

You walked over happily.Then he was held in his arms.

His embrace was not warm at all, but carried a coolness similar to that of a late autumn morning. He didn't know where he went before he came, and there was a strong smell of blood on the black coat.

But you are still very happy.

In this silent hug, he stretched out his hand to pinch your neck, his thin white fingers tightened gradually, and the pinch became tighter and tighter.

You feel suffocated.Subconsciously wanted to struggle, but then remembered that this was Mr. Dazai, so he tried to relax himself.

Then he let go too.You're a little confused so, don't know if he's trying to kill you, or if he's just trying to pinch you for fun - but it doesn't matter which.You can come back to life anyway, but suffocating would be kind of ugly.

--etc?Could he be trying to torment you with "unsightly ways to die"?

Thinking of a series of symptoms of suffocation death, you rarely feel that your face is going to turn green, and you just raised your head to show a condemning expression, when your eyes touched the iris, you couldn't help laughing again.

Sure enough...

"Not angry at all."

"Yeah." You nodded, looked up at him and smiled. "Where's Mr. Dazai? Are you still angry?"

"Guess?" He put a little force on his hands around your waist.

So are you still angry?You blinked, "Is it because of last time or this time?"

His eyes suddenly darkened.

You just laughed: "Then how can you not be angry?"

"Don't be angry~" he draws the tone, "unless..."

"unless?"

"Unless Xiao Tomie promises that I will never let dogs in." Osamu Dazai slightly curled the corners of his mouth without a smile, "Can it be done?"

***

In front of Mr. Dazai, the word "can't" doesn't exist in your dictionary.

In less than 5 seconds, you decided on a solution, picked up your mobile phone and called Mori Ogai, asking him to find someone to help you redesign the design of this floor, separate another room, and open the door in the In the corridor, there is no need to connect it with your study and bedroom, and then decorate it as a reception room.

Mori Ogai listened patiently, and waited until you finished making a series of requests before telling you that you don't need to be so troublesome.When I was decorating your study and bedroom, other spaces had been reserved on the floor, but the doors and windows were sealed for security reasons.Now it just needs to be opened and redecorated.

"But how did the young lady think of this?"

"Maybe it's because I've grown up?" You made an excuse casually, "The study is connected to my bedroom, which is always inconvenient. And I don't want to put annoying old men in the study."

This reason sounded quite sufficient, so Mori Ogai didn't ask further.

On the contrary, Osamu Dazai, who watched the whole process, sneered slightly after you hung up the phone.

"Very cunning, Xiao Fu Jiang." He gave you a meaningful look.But he didn't say anything more.

10

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Your reception room will be furnished in no time.

The door opened to the opposite of the study room, covered with dark red plush carpet and dark green scroll leaf pattern wallpaper.The furniture matches the study room, including a thick-colored log tea table and a red velvet high-back chair.A crimson couch set is placed against the wall, and then there are cabinets filled with tea sets of various colors and brass candlesticks for decoration.

Unlike the study room facing the harbor, the bustling cityscape of Yokohama can be seen from the window of the reception room.

Everyone said it was beautiful—except Chuya Nakahara, who came to return the book again.The latter always had a complicated expression while drinking tea with you, and hesitated to speak until he drank all the tea, and then he opened his mouth under your questioning, "It looks good, but even if you said it was for the reception of cadres, I always I feel like this reception room is targeting me."

"Well," you nodded and refilled his tea, "Actually, that's true."

"Hey!" His cobalt blue eyes suddenly sharpened, looking at you with a dangerous expression.You return an innocent look.You just stared at each other for a while, and he suddenly laughed.

You were a little surprised, but saw that he swept away the calm and polite manner when he faced you before, and leaned on the back of the chair very casually.