I'm surviving in a love game

In the end, the dinner was not finished, and I don’t know if Osamu Dazai did it on purpose, no, it was definitely on purpose!

When I was passing by the commercial street, I lost interest, and when asked if I am not hungry, I replied naturally, "Actually, I am not that hungry." In fact, this guy never thought about having dinner from the beginning!

Hoshimiya Shiori asked with a good temper, "Then what do you want to do?"

"Actually, I didn't think about it, I just thought that if I stay with Shiori, all the boring things will become interesting." He rested his fingers on his chin, and came to such a conclusion after thinking, "But it should be said that It's weird."

Now that I feel strange, then don’t say it out. I always add words that are useless at the end of a sentence. I don’t know when I developed the habit. “If you don’t think about it, just Go back to the staff dormitory, you have to go to work tomorrow."

"Hey——" he sighed, "I always feel that sometimes Shiori is just like Kunikida, who works all day, doesn't he have other things to do?"

It sounds reasonable. The two of them were standing by the protective fence by the sea. The night wind made people's cheeks hurt. He leaned against the fence, squinting his eyes to face the night wind, like a lazy cat. He was alone. She turned her head, rested half of her cheek with her palm, and said lazily, "It's really cold at night, and I suddenly want to drink ginger soup. Can Shiori make ginger soup?"

Her thoughts were drawn to the not-so-distant past by his words, she and Osamu Dazai were both wet.Through, walked back to the apartment where we lived together. The moon was brighter that night than today. After returning home, she made a pot of ginger soup. Warm ginger soup, take a sip of ginger soup in one breath.

The scent mixed with the spicy ginger and the sweetness of rock sugar wafted through the small rental house. After taking a bath, the tip of the red nose fluttered, sniffing the warm breath.

Not knowing what Dazai Osamu was thinking, Hoshimiya Shiori made an excuse that there was no ginger at home.

"Then go to the supermarket to buy old ginger." He said along the lines of the conversation, and just as he said, he lightly clasped her wrist and walked to the nearest supermarket, "Is there any rock sugar?"

"If you can, add a little more rock sugar, ginger is too spicy." He didn't turn his head, and his voice was still accurately heard in her ears.

It should make people angry, but Osamu Dazai is like this, able to quietly eliminate that resistance, and break into other people's world without permission.

He was born with that talent.

The current Hoshimiya Shiori has nothing to do but keep muttering "Oops" in her heart, "I'm not going to fall into this guy's trap again".

As if he had insight into her thoughts, Osamu Dazai slowed down his pace, and the two of them also changed from being one in front of the other to walking side by side.

"Let's go slowly, there's not much time like this," he said.

Obviously, she was simply stating the facts, but in Hoshimiya Shiori's view, this was no different from the previous "Why can't you do this to me?"

You can definitely see it, for Edogawa Ranpo's partiality, Dazai Osamu is now like a child who is unwilling because the person he cares about is biased towards others, and he doesn't care about any disguise. At this time, he is honest and confident. Blame the other party's eccentricity.

But he didn't realize that it was his own dishonesty that pushed the other party further and further away from the beginning.

At its root, as Oda Saku said, Osamu Dazai is, after all, a child who is too smart but too lonely to push everyone away.

But now the child is tightly clutching the hem of her clothes, clenching his hands tightly, as if afraid that she will disappear in the next second.

Hoshimiya Shiori, who wanted to get rid of her wrist, raised her eyes and saw the layer of pure and fragile, yet so real happiness covering his eyes.

This truth exists, and it appears in front of her eyes.

The hand that was locked moved, and finally let him wrap her wrist. She couldn't help but sigh in her heart, feeling helpless for herself to give in again, "I know, I will put more sugar."

The two went to the supermarket and picked out all the things they needed. When they were going to check out, Shiori Hoshimiya found that Dazai Osamu and the shopping cart were gone, and they searched the shelves one by one, and even went to canned crab meat. The district turned around and did not see him.

He was the one who said he was going to visit the supermarket, and he was the one who disappeared. Shiori Hoshimiya knew that Dazai Osamu should not be indulged.

She sent several messages in a row, but there was no response, and even the messages were still unread.

Standing close to the fire exit with her chest crossed, she looked down at her phone from time to time because of anxiety, but she still didn't reply.There was a gap in the back, as if someone hadn't closed the door tightly when entering the passage, all in all, a sound mixed with echoes floated out from inside.

"Ah...I see."

With a familiar tone, she was sure without much hesitation that it was Osamu Dazai's voice.

Sure enough, the next second the boy in the sand-colored windbreaker pushed the door from the inside to the outside, with a coldness on his face that he could not get rid of in the future, and when he found Shiori Xinggong standing in front of him, his coldness faded away in an instant , with a gentle smile on his brows and eyes.

The change is probably too obvious.

"Is there anything else I want to buy?" Shiori Xinggong naturally didn't ask who he was calling just now, or she had put herself in the position of an outsider.

Just after hanging up the phone, the phone went black soon, and he answered irrelevantly, "Isn't Shiori curious about what I was doing just now?"

"You just disappeared suddenly. I've been looking for you all the time. Also, you didn't reply to the messages I sent you, did you?"

After being reminded by Xinggong Shizhi, he saw a series of messages in the message prompt bar, "I didn't see it just now."

"If it's okay, go and pay."

She didn't intend to get entangled in this kind of issue, but it doesn't mean that Osamu Dazai won't be entangled. For example, now, the two are queuing up to check out, and he whispered, "Don't you ask about what happened just now?"

"That's your business, and I don't need to be so curious about other people's privacy." At this time, it was the turn of the two to check out, and Dazai Osamu said unwillingly while helping to take the things out of the shopping cart, " It doesn't matter if it's Shiori."

The cashier scanned the codes of the products one by one, and the scanning sound of Didi sounded one after another, and everyone seemed to be submerged in the ocean of electronic sounds.

After paying the money, he picked up the bag first, but Xinggong Shiori caught nothing, and her answer was standard, "I never think I am a special case."

It's very simple to have such an idea, it's like constantly examining the other person's attitude after touching the heart, it should be Dazai Osamu's bad habit, and Hoshimiya Shiori will inevitably become like this under the influence of his ears and eyes.

After walking out of the heated supermarket, the icy cold air outside immediately stuck to her skin, making her skin tingle, and she raised her hands to wrap her coat around her.

The plastic bag held by Dazai Osamu made a rustling sound due to friction. This was just like the daily life of all ordinary couples. They walked home slowly after shopping together.

"It's a special case." When he said this, he looked forward, and Shiori Xinggong could only see his clear side face, and the neat and beautiful mandible line was completely exposed because he raised his head slightly. In front of her, "the previous doubts, doubts about everything, seem to feel that they have been living in a world like froth—"

There is a crossroad ahead, but because the green light has already started to jump out of ever-decreasing numbers, there is no need to hurry to catch the green light, and the pace is still leisurely.

"However," the moment he spoke, the green light turned into a dazzling red light, and the two walked into the area covered by red traffic lights, his fair skin rendered unreal by the red light, "at this moment, we are Breathing, real."

what……

Hoshimiya Shiori lowered her head subconsciously as if her eyes were stabbed by the light of the signal light, but only she knew that it was not the dispensable light of the signal light that hurt her, but this subtle and ironic dramatic posture exchange.

Osamu Dazai needs to persuade himself to believe in the reality of the world, and absolutely no one will believe it.

Even Hoshimiya Shiori, who was the person involved, couldn't believe it.

"You're telling a beautiful lie again, Osamu Dazai." She lowered her chin, and the breath she exhaled instantly turned white due to the overly cold air, "Why do you always put on such a pathetic look? But it seems like everything is under control.”

What answered her was not the beautiful words she described, but the wrist that was pulled up, and the slender fingers could easily wrap around her thin wrist.

After being taken a few steps away, she realized that the time had passed so quickly and the red light had turned green.

When he reached the other side of the road, Osamu Dazai didn't let go of his hand, but slowly held her hand, "Shiori, who are you looking through me again?"

Her light brown pupils shrank slightly, and her lips trembled slightly.

"I'm standing in front of you, who are you missing or evaluating?" He gently raised Hoshimiya Shiori's hand, and put his cheek on her warm palm, "In the final analysis, there is really nothing wrong with falsehood and truth." difference?"

In other words, Osamu Dazai has always understood her entanglement, and Shiori Hoshimiya has to admit that she has been recalling Osamu Dazai in the past through Osamu Dazai in front of her, and uses memories as the criterion for judging.

In comparison, the one who is really obsessed with memories is her Xinggong Shiori.

"It's a bit unfair to do this. To connect the two without authorization." Even if the words in his mouth were reprimands, she couldn't find any trace of anger on his face, but more Some kind of inclusion.

"From now on, let's make it clear." He paused, "No, just forget about the others."

The author has something to say:

Look at the child's pre-received text qaaaaaq

Lily next door received "Your White Moonlight, Belongs to Me" Luan Wei was bound by the system and thrown into this stand-in CEO article. The president regards the heroine as a stand-in for Bai Yueguang, and after experiencing hundreds of chapters of physical abuse Finally, he and the heroine.

According to the formula, Luan Wei should be dressed as Bai Yueguang or one of the stand-ins, so she dressed as Bai Yueguang...'s unremarkable high school deskmate.

Luan Wei, who was shouldering the mission of making the male and female protagonists have a smooth HE, touched his chin, and turned his gaze to Bai Yueguang, who was at the same table beside him, who was concentrating on brushing up questions.

Luan Wei: [Slap on the thigh] Just stop Bai Yueguang's relationship with the male lead!

then.

When Bai Yueguang was besieged by gangsters in the alley——

Luan Wei: [Picks up the water pipe] I've already called the police!

When Bai Yueguang was kicked out of the house by his scumbag father and had nowhere to go——

Luan Wei: Come to my house!The food at my house is delicious!

In the end, Luan Wei shed tears of relief as she watched the male lead and Bai Yueguang have a smooth sex relationship, "It's great, the emotional line between the male lead and Bai Yueguang is finally gone."

System: Hehe, wake up, you have a relationship line!

Luan Wei looked at Bai Yueguang, who was supposed to be an O but differentiated into an A, and slowly asked many question marks:? ? ? ?

#qaq白月光 wants to tag me what to do!urgent! #

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On the night when Luan Wei accompanied Shen Yanjue to find his mother who had been away for many years, the two of them didn't bring enough money, so they opened a simple single room at night with the little money left.

Shen Yanjue looked at the mature Luan Wei who was curled up sleeping beside her, the bedside lamp fell on her sleeping face, even the shadow was gentle, she wrote down in her notebook——

"I have met my light."