Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

"It's a boyfriend who can have an intimate relationship~" Osamu Dazai immediately added.

When he said this, his tone was brisk and cheerful, even with a little casualness and lightness, which made people sound like he was joking like a prank, but his iris-colored eyes were full of an extremely Serious color.

Such a combination of two contradictory emotions made it impossible for people to judge the authenticity of this sentence for a while.

Then the air fell into a brief silence.

Yukimura Seichi was slightly stunned, and then turned his gaze to Fu Zhenhong, with a trace of doubt in his eyes, as if he wanted to get an accurate answer from Fu Zhenhong.

"Don't talk to him." Fu Zhenhong's tone was calm and indifferent.

Although he didn't hear the desired result, Yukimura Seiichi had already seen from Dr. Kawakami's expression and response that he guessed the truth of what he said.

The gloomy look deep in the purple-haired boy's heart dissipated instantly, and he smiled gently at Fu Zhenhong: "Wait a moment, I'll go get the painting materials right away."

The painting tool Yukimura Seichi is ready and neatly placed in a transparent storage box.The background of the ward was not suitable for painting. Seiichi Yukimura took the box in one hand and the painting tools in the other, and took Fu Zhenhong to the green courtyard that he loved most on weekdays.

It is said to be a courtyard, but it is actually just a garden built by the hospital for patients to take a walk and enjoy the shade.It is now April, the season when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and the ginkgo trees that were still sprouting buds also present a yellowed retro scene.

The sun in this season is not hot yet, the light warmly passes through the gaps in the leaves, mottled to the ground, and then under the breeze blowing, it softens with the light fragrance of flowers lingering in the air, creating a leisurely spring feeling.

Fu Zhenhong remembered this, the first time he came to Jinjing Hospital, when he followed Nogawamoto into Yukimura Seichi's ward, he saw a young man surrounded by several children upstairs.

Seiichi Yukimura put away the painting utensils. He raised his head and glanced at the half-open window that he said was in the ward, and then turned his gaze to Fu Zhenhong.Under the light of the halo, his iris-colored pupils were smudged into translucent spots of light, like the morning glow shining on the Sunshine Coast.

"Doctor Kawakami, when I saw you here, I knew you would be the star that would save me..." Seiichi Yukimura paused, and the smile on his lips spread like water: "Gentle star ..."

"Gentle?" Fu Zhenhong wanted to laugh, but was also surprised.

He didn't expect that words like 'gentle' would be used by Yukimura Seichi to describe him.Fu Zhenhong traveled through countless worlds, and in the long passage of time, he has gradually become cold and numb.And this purple-haired boy was the first person to associate him with tenderness.

"Tomie-san is not a star, and he is not gentle at all." Dazai Osamu interrupted Yukimura Seiichi's conversation: "Boy, Doctor Kawakami is a devil, a demon who can drag you into the abyss."

This is like a kind of exhortation to exclude dissidents, and it is more like a kind of self-loathing sarcasm.

Yukimura Seichi did not respond to Dazai Osamu's words, he just smiled lightly, and then said to Fu Zhenhong: "Dr. Kawakami, please stand under that cherry tree, I will draw Dr. Kawakami as soon as possible. "

Fu Zhenhong nodded, and walked under the cherry blossom tree pointed by Yukimura Seichi.

Yukimura Seichi's painting speed was very fast, and he traced Fu Zhenhong's outline and figure in a short while. He wrote with charm, fast and meticulous, and the drawing paper did not appear messy or scribbled at all.

Dazai Osamu walked up to Yukimura Seiichi, and watched with interest the purple-haired boy began to paint Fu Zhenhong's face with a brush.

The young man painted very seriously, every stroke contained a kind of prudence and love.

This young man who seems gentle but actually maintains a faintly alienated attitude towards others, in terms of age, has already possessed the maturity and calmness of people over his age.

Gentle star?

Osamu Dazai was a little envious of this young man for a moment. Perhaps he was not ignorant of the danger represented by Tomie Kawakami, but the other party chose to interpret his sense of Tomie Kawakami from another angle.

It was supposed to be a pure doctor-patient relationship, but now it seems that there is an invisible link between the two.

The wind under the cherry tree was very warm. Standing under the tree, Fu Zhenhong looked at the young man who was painting not far away. In a daze, the figure of the young man seemed to overlap with another person.

Although there is no similarity in the facial features of the two people, and their personalities are also very different, the Gamusician who was proficient in orchestral skills in the Heian period would occasionally use the unpopular music when he was quiet. The well-known talent of painting left Fu Zhenhong's face in the scroll.

Not letting Fu Zhenhong stand for a long time, Yukimura Seiki put away the painting materials, he didn't paint, this part of the color, Yukimura Seiki planned to paint on the color in his heart slowly and delicately when he was alone.

When Fu Zhenhong left Jinjing Hospital, it was just about time for lunch. As for a certain black-haired bandage waste device, he followed Fu Zhenhong like a brown candy, humming that weird song, or Chattering around looking for unnutritious topics.

It wasn't until he came to the dining table that Osamu Dazai closed his mouth, and under Fu Zhenhong's implied warning gaze, he ate his meal obediently and quietly.

After the meal, Osamu Dazai supported the dining table with both hands, and looked at Fu Zhenhong with starry eyes while cupping his face: "Fu Jiang-san, let's go on a date."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Fu Zhenhong to answer, Osamu Dazai continued, "Let's go to the amusement park and ride the Ferris wheel. It is said that the most romantic scenery can be seen from the highest point of the Ferris wheel..." Osamu Dazai half-closed his eyes. The kite-colored eyes let out a satisfied sigh: "If you think about it this way, it is indeed a more wonderful thing than dying for love."

"If you fantasize, enough is enough."

"It's too heartless, Tomie-san..." Osamu Dazai dragged the end of his voice for a long time.

Fu Zhenhong said lightly: "Dazai, acting like a baby is of no use to me."

"But if you are stronger, you will definitely be pushed away by Tomie-san even more ruthlessly." Osamu Dazai complained pitifully: "It's really unfair, obviously I knew Tomoe-san first, but I didn't get any preference. "

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows, noncommittal.

The preference that Osamu Dazai said contained too many layers of meaning, including what happened between him and Nakahara Nakaya last night, and what happened in the days when he was with the young Dazai Osamu.

In the end, Fu Zhenhong still did not agree to Osamu Dazai's proposal of going to the amusement park, firstly because he was really not interested in that kind of place, and secondly because he had other things to do.

A few minutes ago, Karasuma Renye sent an email to Fu Zhenhong's mobile phone about the latest news about the batch of arms from the United States.

As for which buyer this batch of newly developed and manufactured arms will belong to, although Fu Zhenhong did not make an affirmative promise to Mori Ogai on the surface, but with that invitation before, some things are actually regarded as Eighty-nine is close to ten.

After Fu Zhenhong returned to her residence, she turned on her laptop and made a video call with Renye Karasuma.

The old man in the picture has gray hair, sunken eye sockets, and loose yellow skin that shows his age, but even so, his eyes are still sharp, wise and shrewd.

The Black Organization has been developing a secret drug that can make people live forever. This is something that the US FBI, CIA, and Japanese public security have investigated.But almost no one knows that what they originally wanted to study was only medicine that could enhance their physical fitness, and why they did it was simply because each generation of Renye Karasuma wanted to serve their king longer.

Immortal, immortal, immortal.

Time has never left any frost on Tomie Kawakami's face, but they are getting old with age.

When Karasuma Renye was very young, his father had carefully told him that the king they served all their lives was a lonely and splendid god, with the brightest appearance and the most powerful spiritual power, who could confuse people's hearts, It can even confuse the existence of monsters.

The gods will not show any emotion for the servants, but the servants will start to be greedy for the time of serving the king when they get along.

Normally, Fu Zhenhong would not interfere with Renye Karasuma's negotiations on organizational interests, but due to the particularity of this incident, Fu Zhenhong finally instructed the old housekeeper to order the batch of arms to the port mafia.

At night, Fu Zhenhong's doorbell rang again, and he opened the door. Standing outside was a young man with orange hair in a suit and a top hat.

Although he had already made sufficient mental preparations, Nakahara still felt very nervous after seeing Dr. Kawakami.He loosened and tightened the hand hanging by his side, and after taking a deep breath, he said the words that had been brewing for a long time: "Doctor Kawakami, what happened last night is all because I didn't control myself, I thought about it for a while." Genius discovered that some emotions cannot be solved by escaping, if Dr. Kawakami still likes me, I will try my best to be a qualified boyfriend."

At the end, Zhongyuan Zhongye's ears were filled with a thin blush. He seemed a little shy, but he looked at Fu Zhenhong firmly, with a kind of eager edge and persistence.

Fu Zhenhong laughed, and said a slightly cruel rejection in a light tone: "If you want to be my boyfriend, Zhong Ye has to work harder."

Nakahara Chuya's face darkened in an instant. Although this was also the result he expected, compared with the actual situation, the impact on emotions is still different after all.

Fu Zhenhong observed Zhongyuan Zhongye's expression changes, and looked at the young man who was clearly depressed. Fu Zhenhong pursed her lips and smiled, then suddenly raised her hand and took off Zhongyuan Zhongye's top hat, and then gently placed it on his forehead. kissed.

"This is a reward, for Zhongye's initiative this time."

Give me a slap and a candy...

This common method of coaxing people is a bit too clichéd, but when Fu Zhenhong uses it, almost no one can escape.

Zhongyuan Zhongye's sapphire blue eyes burst out with a warm brilliance, changing the depression just now.

"So are you going to stay here tonight?" Fu Zhenhong asked jokingly.

At this time, Zhongyuan Zhongye's face was completely red. He put his black gloved hand in front of his mouth and coughed in a concealed manner. Under Fu Zhenhong's gaze, he looked away in embarrassment. .

"I won't bother Dr. Kawakami tonight. I'll visit again tomorrow." After saying this, Zhong Yuanzhong quickly ran away, even forgetting to take the hat that never left him.

After Zhongyuan Zhongya left, Fu Zhenhong used the teleportation compass to direct the spiritual power into the main pill.

The environment of Honmaru has been greatly improved with Fu Zhenhong's accumulation of funds. In just a few days, the initial desolation and dilapidation have long disappeared.

There is the moon and stars on the dark sky, and the originally quiet and silent night also has the pleasant chirping of cicadas and birds. This is the breath of spring, implying vitality and beauty.

After Fu Zhenhong entered, the first Token Fusangshin saw was Yamabuki Kunihiro, who was wrapped in a messy white sheet and had quite handsome facial features.

Fu Zhenhong moved her lips, and was about to speak, but Yamabuki Kunihiro looked at Fu Zhenhong with a very complicated look, and then left quickly. This speed was comparable to that of the Central Plains.

But Nakahara Nakahara also felt helpless and ashamed after being ridiculed, so what about Yamabuchi Kunihiro?Fu Zhenhong thought of the way the other party looked at him at the end, and a thought flashed in the dark eyes.

It seems that after he forcibly threw Tsurumaru Kuninaga back to Honmaru last night, some interesting things happened.

Fu Zhenhong thought casually, not paying much attention to it.He glanced up at the moonlight, and then walked towards the southwest at a leisurely pace.

Fu Zhenhong walked a quiet path, and didn't meet any Fu Sangshen along the way. At this point in time, the Fusangshen in Honmaru basically returned to their respective rooms.

Fu Zhenhong's destination is the courtyard-style open-air soup house in Honmaru specially used for bathing and bathing, which is more than 50 square meters in size.As early as when Xiaohumaru took him to familiarize himself with the environment of the Honmaru, Fu Zhenhong had been interested in this open-air bathhouse with natural spring water, and specially told Foxanosuke to tell the swordsmen to clean it up.

The spring water is very clear, and after being specially modified, the temperature of the water is also very moderate.Fu Zhenhong squinted his eyes and soaked lazily in the spacious bathroom, leaning against the marble bricks, letting the soothing water soak his skin.

The water level at the edge of the bath had just submerged Fu Zhenhong's chest, and only faintly covered the spring light under his collarbone. Fu Zhenhong's black hair was sticking wetly to his back, and only a few strands stuck to the flawless jade-like hair. The snow is greasy and fragrant on the shoulders.

Fu Zhenhong's expression was obviously casual and lazy, but under the night, that overly charming face was entangled by the thin mist, revealing a voluptuous and enchanting charm.

There are still faint hickey marks on his collarbone, which are particularly eye-catching on his fair skin. It seems that he has just experienced a lingering spring love, and it seems that he is silently waiting for the next more intimate invitation .

"Come out." Fu Zhenhong didn't open her eyes, but said very calmly, her sweet and clear voice was filled with a kind of cold sex appeal by the moist heat in the spring water.

At this moment, the sword Fu Sangshen who was hiding in the dark stagnated slightly.

was discovered...

Fu Sangshen, who wore golden ears of wheat on her head, pursed her lips, and then walked out slowly from the corner.