Hong Kong and black wage earners

The boy's lazy laughter came from the other end of the phone, "Ahahaha, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but I guess Qingxian is still awake, so I called here on my own."

"You guessed it right, I'm having a headache at work right now."

"Do you work...Sometimes I really envy Qingxian, who can already support himself at my age."

"What are you talking about? Only poor people like me will come out to work early, and don't you still have Anna? You have won at the starting line, haven't you?"

The boy suddenly let out a bitter dry smile, "Anna is fine, but sometimes it's really scary, the kind that causes physical pain."

Takigawa Qingxian caught a glimpse of Osamu Dazai lying on the sofa with a curious expression on his face, and continued talking on the phone as if nothing had happened, "So this time I called in the middle of the night just to complain?"

"Qingxian, aren't you afraid that I'll just hang up the phone when you say that?"

"Oh, didn't you transfer to Ta Zhang Zhiqiu? Is everything going well?"

"Well, a lot of things have happened, and I have met some friends. I was seriously injured because of my lack of strength, but Anna came here to give me special training. It is too scary to swing a sword thousands of times a day. Qingxian, help me .”

Takigawa Qingxian tapped the table with his bandaged right index finger, and raised an eyebrow when he heard this, "So, you are in a state of muscle pain and can't sleep. To put it bluntly, Ye, you deserve it."

"..." Are we still good brothers?

"You should take Anna's physical training well during this time, and come over when I find time later."

"Hey - okay, you have to take care of yourself."

Takigawa Qingxian ended the call in a few words, closed the phone and looked at Osamu Dazai who had been staring at him, raised his chin, "It's a friend."

"Oh, I feel it, I can't imagine it at all."

"Shouldn't it be a colleague, or a student?"

"This has nothing to do with you, right?" Takigawa Qingxian picked up a pen to write and draw on the paper, not wanting to discuss it with him.

Osamu Dazai turned over and lay on his back on the sofa, dangling his long legs twice, "It's so cold, I still want to have a good relationship with Takikawa."

"That's because Dazai is too empty and lonely. You won't have such boring thoughts after you officially take up the job."

"That's why it's so weird. It's unbelievable that Takigawa still has friends like this."

"Really?" Takigawa Qingxian paused, "I don't think so."

The acquaintance between him and Ma Cangye was an accident. He was only five years old at that time. As the offspring of two ordinary people, he had a pair of eyes that could see creatures other than humans. Monsters bully.

I remember that time when he was bullied miserably, he fled to the woods alone, and happened to run into Ma Cangye who was training, and it was he who helped drive away the chasing soul.

After that, as soon as Takigawa Qingxian was targeted, he ran to find Ma Cangye. The other party's family was a psychic family. After taking him to meet his family, he tried to help him cover the spiritual power of his eyes with a blindfold drawn with charms. After that, you don't need to see annoying spirits and monsters, but you can still feel their presence.

The process of getting along with Ma Cangye is very easy. He himself just wants to spend his whole life lazily like a salted fish. Later, for some reason, he was tricked into becoming some kind of Shaman King. Takigawa Qingxian was strictly demanded by his father. He has practiced good swordsmanship since he was a child.

It is after the age of ten that one discovers that one has the power of time and space.

These two abilities are controlled by the left and right hands respectively, and the right hand often devours the space uncontrollably, so he would rather not use it. Putting on a bandage is equivalent to sealing this dangerous ability.

"Hey, don't sleep in my office." Takigawa Aoxian was in a trance for a moment, and after regaining consciousness, he saw Dazai Osamu curled up on the sofa and breathing lightly.

"..."

So he had no choice but to bite the bullet and process the text report with even and soothing breathing.

The next day.

Osamu Dazai stretched his arms and stretched his body like a cat, turned his head and saw the white-haired boy lying on the table, and he moved lightly to the desk.

Unexpectedly, the white-haired boy opened his scarlet eyes suddenly as if he had sensed it, raised his head to face Osamu Dazai, and touched the handle of the knife tied to the right side of his belt with his left hand.

"Ah, good morning, Takikawa."

As Osamu Dazai said, he noticed that Takikawa Qingxian's eyelids were drooping again, and there was a fresh red mark on the left cheek.

Haven't woken up yet?It's very intuitive, but...

"Click—" The sound effect of the mobile phone camera taking pictures suddenly sounded.

Takigawa Qingxian opened his eyes again, stared at the mobile phone that Dazai Osamu held out in front of his eyes for a while, and Dazai Osamu turned the screen around and shook it at him.

It was a picture of him dozing off while sitting at his desk with his eyes closed. The red marks on his cheeks were clearly visible. Takigawa Qingxian raised his left hand to touch it without saying a word.

"..." Why didn't it work?

Osamu Dazai took advantage of his daze and withdrew his phone and stuffed it back into his pocket, showing a playful smile, "Is Takikawa wondering why the power is useless?"

Takigawa Qingxian rubbed his cheeks, leaned on the back of the chair and looked up at the ceiling, "It's your ability, invalidate it."

"Yes."

Takikawa Qingxian closed her eyes and pondered for a moment.

Just when Osamu Dazai thought he had no choice, Takigawa said quietly, "How is your physical skill?"

Osamu Dazai's smile gradually froze.

In Mori Ogai's clinic, Dazai Osamu fell weakly on a chair, with an extra piece of band-aid on the bridge of his nose, and an obvious bruise on his chin.

"Ah, Dazai-kun, what's wrong with you?" Mori Ogai looked like a good teacher who cared about his students, his purple eyes rolled around him, and the smile in his eyes seemed to disappear.

As soon as Osamu Dazai opened his mouth, the bruise on his jaw was pulled, and he spoke a little awkwardly, "Mr. Mori, don't you ask this knowingly?"

"Only Mr. Mori dares to use such a terrible knife as Takikawa. I'm curious how Mr. Mori did it to make Takikawa willing to work for you and keep this secret."

Mori Ogai sat on the swivel chair, most of his body was hidden in the shadows, only a pair of purple eyes were extremely bright, "Actually, Takigawa-kun is not as scary as you imagined, and the process of establishing a cooperative relationship with him is extremely simple. If you get along with Takigawa-kun, you will naturally find out."

"Why are you all looking for problems with me? I have expressed the meaning of wanting to get along with him. The problem is that the other party first treats me like nothing, and then sarcastically sarcastically sarcasm me, and hits people when I have nothing to do—— "

Osamu Dazai sighed wearily, "I can't communicate at all."

"That's really, I didn't expect Dazai-kun to have such an idea."

"Oh, please forgive me for making a small report. Takikawa thinks the salary is low, so he is passive and sabotages work."

"Well, it's not without reason. Although I don't want to accept it, it's the truth. If it were me, I would do the same."

Osamu Dazai suddenly opened his eyes wide, "Ah, I was right, tsk."

Mori Ogai leaned his elbows on the armrest, crossed his fingers in front of him, squinted his eyes and smiled, "But please tell Takikawa-kun for me, Dazai-kun, I still hope that the employees under me will be more active, maybe they will be promoted in the future." The salary has been raised."

"If I'm still alive, I will definitely convey it." Dazai Osamu propped up his body that was almost falling apart, and walked towards the door.

"Ah, where is Dazai-kun going?"

"Happy suicide~"

"Good day, Yukiko."

"I haven't seen you for six days. Do you know how much I miss you?"

"How's your body today? Is there something wrong?" Takigawa Qingxian sat in front of the hospital bed, his eyes lightly fell on the beautiful woman lying on the bed, with a cautious smile on his mouth.

"In order to treat your illness, my salary is not enough, and I owe a lot of debts recently."

"I changed to a new boss yesterday, he is more sensible than the previous one, so no one will hurt you."

"Yukiko, don't be silent since you're awake, I want to hear you talk."

The white-haired boy took the woman's pale hand and pressed it to her cheek affectionately.

But that hand broke free violently, and slammed it on the young man's fair cheek.

"Snapped--"

Takigawa Qingxian tilted his head, unnatural red marks appeared on his cheeks, there was no anger, no sadness, his eyes rolled mechanically, and he fell back on the bed, "You are still as energetic as before, Yukiko."

Yukiko is a woman with waist-length black hair. Her facial features are somewhat similar to Takigawa Aozuru's. The years have not left traces on her face, making her still look like she is in her 20s.

It's just that she has been tortured by the disease for several years, her face is bloodless, and her eyes are wide open like a vampire.

"You, monster!"

"I'm talking nonsense again, I'm your son, how can I be a monster?" Takigawa Qingxian gently stroked the woman's messy forehead hair with his left hand, feeling the trembling of the skin under his fingers.

"What are you afraid of? Is it me? Or—"

The young man's soft fingertips carried fine calluses from years of sword practice, and slowly traced on the woman's forehead, arousing layers of goosebumps.

"Stop talking! Get out!! Get out of here!!!" Yukiko's pupils contracted rapidly when she heard this, and she screamed hysterically while holding her head in her hands.

"Be good when I'm not around. If I try to commit suicide again, it will be difficult for me." Takigawa Qingxian retracted his hand with a smile on the corner of his mouth, staring at Yukiko's every move as if watching a clown, and was finally pleased He bent his eyes.

"No, I don't, it's not me... it's you, it's all you monster—"

Until he closed the door with his own hands, Takigawa Qingxian's eyes were glued to the crazy woman.

Leaving the sanatorium opened inside Gang Hei, he saw Dazai Osamu who was wet like a water ghost in the staff canteen.

Takigawa Aozuru turned around holding the plate without looking sideways.

"Hey - don't pretend you don't see me when you see me." Osamu Dazai followed beside him while dripping water.

"I thought it was a water ghost, so it's Dazai."

"Well, I was almost able to embrace death, but I was saved again." Dazai Osamu looked sad, "Otherwise what Takikawa saw was a real water ghost."

Takigawa Qingxian found a seat casually and sat down, then glanced at Osamu Dazai, "Does Dazai really want to die?"

"Well, after all, there is no value in living, and death is actually a very beautiful thing."

"Then, do you consider posthumous salvation? I can act as an intermediary, absolutely professional."

"..." Dazai Osamu's kite-colored eyes froze for a moment, "Actually, Takigawa just wants to make money from me."

Takigawa Qingxian took a bite of his meal, and his smile deepened, "How come? I do know some professional masters, and Dazai really needs something."

"If you can't become a Buddha after death, it would be a disaster to wander in the world, wouldn't it?"

Osamu Dazai smiled, and his pale face combined with the twisted hair like algae looked even more gloomy, "I can completely understand that Takikawa is scolding me, and the evidence is solid."

"You are too sensitive, I mean 'if'." Takigawa Qingxian shook the spoon with his left hand, "Are you really not thinking about it? I will send you to Santuchuan well."

"Forget it, I don't believe it." Osamu Dazai stared at the fingerprints on his face for a few moments.

"Did you get dumped by a woman because you failed her heart?"

Takigawa Qingxian frowned symbolically, and smashed the spoon in the rice, "On the contrary, I'm the only one who got hurt."

The author has something to say:

Takikawa (only has money in his eyes): Oh, I can answer this question!My friend is very professional!

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