Social animals don't deserve love

When we stayed at the beach until after get off work, Osamu Dazai and I made a confession and asked him to deal with Ango and the Supernatural Secret Service Section, while I went back to the hospital to continue to "visit" and accompany the "best friend" from Siberia.

There was still time in the middle, and I bought a bunch of ingredients with cash and asked someone to send them to Sakaguchi's old house.

That's right, I also harbored two wanted gods, and my courage is boundless.

How to put it... harboring criminals is against the law, but harboring gods... there is no such item in the law.

Those who are close to the vermilion are red and those who are close to the black are black. This sentence is true. After getting along with Dazai Zhizhi for a long time, there is no psychological burden at all for breaking the law and discipline.

"I'll leave everything to you." I took out the notebook paper that Mr. Kunikida stuffed before, drew some patterns on it with a few strokes, and put the paper back into the wallet that I haven't used much—the original lining The photos inside were taken out and handed to Osamu Dazai.It was a half-length group photo taken when we married Ango Sakaguchi. Dazai said that simply using Oda Sakunosuke's book as a "mark" is not reliable enough, and no matter how much preparation is made in advance for Dostoevsky, it is not too much .

So this photo that has always followed me became one of the "markers".

Of course, what exactly does Osamu Dazai do with it... As long as it doesn't affect the final result, I don't bother to care about it.

Boy's happiness is so boring, tsk.

Before leaving for the hospital, I thought about what kind of state a person who was forced to let go of his friend’s pigeons should be when he saw his friend again. I walked into a roadside convenience store and hesitated for 10 minutes. I chose a box of good quality and low price. chocolate.

With this box of chocolates, I walked into the inpatient department of a private hospital again.

"Fetya? I'm back, sorry..."

The thin Russian youth sat on the bed with a thick "Bible", and looked up with a smile when he heard the voice: "I thought you would never come back."

"How could it be? Didn't I promise to be by your side? How's the test result? What did the doctor say?" I sat in the old seat and handed him the chocolate in my hand: "Bring some candies and sweets on me, alone You have to learn to take good care of yourself when you are outside.”

He stared at the box of chocolates for a long time, until I could hardly hold on before taking it and opening it: "Thank you, it looks delicious?"

"You can have a taste now." I reached into the box and grabbed a handful, tore open the wrapping paper and handed it to his mouth naturally - if he doubts, he will definitely eat this one. Chocolate for any question.

He wants to let me know by action: I am not suspected.

Sure enough, Dostoevsky opened his mouth to bite the chocolate and ate it more naturally, his cheeks puffed up: "It's very sweet, don't you want to eat it?"

"I prefer dark chocolate. As a woman, I will argue with the number on the scale all my life." Having said that, I still tore a piece and put it in my mouth.

Swallowing the sweet taste in his mouth, Dostoevsky put away the chocolate box and stopped hurting each other: "The doctor said I can leave here tomorrow morning."

"Do you need me to drive you, or do you take a ride yourself?" I looked down at the fruit plate, and the apples and fruit knives were gone: "I'll take you home tomorrow morning, and then go to work."

He smiled nicely: "Can you drive?"

——This country follows the traditional habit of driving on the left. If it is not worried about hitting too many people and attracting the attention of the police, the Russians are not afraid.

"I have a driver's license. I haven't touched the steering wheel since I finished the test. If you're not afraid to take a novice female driver on the road... let me tell you first, I don't have a car!"

I never lie, I really have a driver's license, I can really drive a car, and I have never been on a road before.

I got full marks in the written part of the exam.

"My friend has a car, you can borrow it, and you can meet him tomorrow. Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol Yanovsky, call him Nikolai or Gogol. "

He smiled and said the name of his accomplice as a test.

Gogol, which is half the Russian pronunciation of Yanovsky, is clearly a pseudonym.

"I'll ask Mr. Yanovsky for his own opinion tomorrow to see what to call him. Russian names are too long..." I stuck out my tongue and said, "Fortunately, I don't have any friends from Spain, otherwise I would remember the name Can't live."

To be honest, I haven't figured out Picasso's full name until now.

The more natural my attitude was, the closer to the hypnotic effect he expected.Doubt would never disappear, but Dostoevsky was never willing to throw away my pawn until his goal had been achieved.He will constantly hover between temptation and vigilance, hoping to gain my trust but afraid to trust me.

In fact, it is not difficult to be trusted by a person. As long as three conditions are met, 90.00% of people will deliver valuable trust - emotion, cognition, and consistency.Facing a woman who has no hatred but has to show herself the state of "love at first sight", after acting for a long time, at least she will not actively reject and hate emotionally, which is enough for me.As for "cognition" and "consistency"... He will take the initiative to reach an agreement with me, and there is no need for me to do anything.

Dostoevsky shifted his eyes to my face again, looked into my eyes, and nodded slowly: "Okay, see you tomorrow morning."

The dizziness came again, and the gentle voice continued to persuade and confide, which made me involuntarily let go of my gaze: "See you tomorrow... I'm so sorry, an elder lives in my original house, otherwise I will send you there to recuperate first. Take care of you."

Ms. Matsuyama's whereabouts were almost leaked. It seems that her hometown is not safe, but there is another house that can protect her—the small one-story apartment where Ango Sakaguchi and I have been living since we got married.As an official of the Supernatural Secret Service, it is impossible for his residence to be free from surveillance. Although this kind of surveillance is not popular at ordinary times, it has become the safest place in this special moment.

I put on a distressed expression of "how to see off the guests", Dostoevsky raised his thumb and pressed it down: "It's okay, I can do it myself, I've already taken up too much of your time, I'm sorry .I have no way to win your favor, win your favor, but because of my weak body, I pester you and have to pay attention. As an adult male whose self-esteem is not inferior to anyone else, this embarrasses me very much.”

"..." Taking retreat as an advance, playing hard to catch.This guy's rank is really not low. A woman who is not mentally prepared will be deceived to death by him without knowing what's going on.

"It's okay. You are my very important friend. It's not your fault that you can't agree to your pursuit. It's mainly because I'm too determined. Even if I can't bear the loneliness that my husband never comes home, it's also difficult for me psychologically to recover in a relatively short period of time. Nei fell in love with someone else again, I'm sorry. I mean, Fedya, you're a good person, I'm the bad one."

Often when a woman doesn't love a man, she can speak in a tactful and pleasant way. If she really wants to transition from spending money before the moon to the firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar tea, she can't wait to yell at him eighteen sentences a day.

Although I had never yelled at my glasses before the divorce, I would definitely not be so hypocritical when talking to him.

It can be seen from the tricks used by Dostoevsky that this guy has never had a girlfriend or a homosexual, otherwise he would never say this kind of green tea line to a woman who is not yet sure whether the hypnosis is successful.

Don't let him learn the way of falling in love from some movie, otherwise he will probably be a bachelor for the rest of his life... Well, not necessarily, who told people to look good?

It looks amazing!Hate!

"Am I the one who bothered you? I'm sorry." The frail young man sitting on the hospital bed lowered his head: "I know, I shouldn't let the hospital call you."

For a while, I was a little confused about the gender of the two of us.This guy's heroine's lines are more slick than mine, but I won't give up easily: "It's okay, you think too much, I will talk to my aunt when I go back, and send her back to the old house in the country first. Anyway, she Said that they are not used to living in the cold communities of big cities."

The warm men in the TV series are all comforting the heroine like a little white flower like this, right?I am familiar with this part!

The two guys with ulterior motives held hands and looked at each other with a smile, each trying to fit themselves into the role.

I think... after this show, I can really consider debuting in a TV series, isn't it good-looking and has online acting skills?

When I went back to the staff dormitory at night, I was blocked by glasses on the platform as soon as I got off the bus.This guy seemed to have had a violent fight with someone, his eyes and mouth were bruised, and he dragged me into the car as if he was about to cry.

"I don't agree, I can't agree. Fubuki, whoever you like, you can reorganize your family with whoever you want, but Dazai can't! You don't know that the girl who made the girl cry can be lined up from the port all the way to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and even used Love letters and coffee making. He is just like a child who doesn't know how to write the word sense of responsibility, you..."

Ango Sakaguchi dragged me into his own office and locked it behind his back.

The scroll and the faint scent of sandalwood made my eyes a little hot with his movements. Today, I suddenly found that this man's arms are no longer any different from other men.There is no shyness, no sweetness, no peace of mind, and no throbbing in the heart, only sourness and a touch of melancholy, calm and untouched is the true portrayal.

From my student days, to my newlyweds, and then to the time when I was alone and looked around blankly, the years that no one knew had worn away the love I had when I was passionately in love, leaving only tolerance and tolerance like facing relatives and friends.At this moment when I use the word "endure" here, I can't even deceive myself-I have really come out of the marriage that has been chained all my life.

"Ango, can you let me go first? I'm a little out of breath."

I raised my hand and patted the back of the man's head leaning against the collarbone: "Dazai is your good friend, I'm sorry about this. If I didn't know before, things might not have turned out like this, but..."

But what did Osamu Dazai tell Ango Sakaguchi with my wedding photo?Why does it make me seem to be jumping back and forth between these old friends, don't I want to criticize it! Does r person 1 wife make you so happy, hot chicken!

Unexpectedly, Ango Sakaguchi let go, but he let go. This guy straightened his glasses with a serious face: "Who is Fei Jia?"

Is your [Decadence Theory] used in this kind of place!

"I remember that we have been divorced for more than half a year, Mr. Sakaguchi."

I pushed him away indifferently and turned my face to the other side: "I am an adult, and I am free to do whatever I do. Osamu Dazai doesn't mind what you like, so what room do you have to comment?"

The weather is going to be hot soon, so let's make Dazai green.Since you don't save face for me, don't blame me for my colleagues' free play without any scruples.

Ango Sakaguchi was speechless, and stared at me blankly for about five or six minutes. The man who was so proud and stubborn in his bones that he would never admit defeat lowered his head: "I'm sorry, I hurt you so much. I'm sorry...I love you , has never stopped, just like a migratory bird that comes from winter to spring, no matter how far away or how beautiful the scenery is, it can’t stop me from running towards you. I’m sorry, but if you can forgive me, I am willing to resign from my position in the Supernatural Secret Service , stay at home every day to take care of you, okay? I know the brand of paint you like, the consumable store you often go to, the brushes and brushes you like, I know you like oranges, sunflowers, and warmth Intense colors."

His voice became louder and louder, and when it reached a certain critical point, it suddenly shrank, as if he had known the result, sour and depressed.

"I can sit quietly beside you, whether it's housework or cooking. I wasn't proficient in the past, but I will study hard. I have already learned how to make stew with anglerfish. Fubuki, can you give me another chance?"

If he had said this to me half a year ago without crying when he just filed the divorce proceedings, I think I would have run to the judge and demanded that the petition be torn to shreds.But now, too many factors make it impossible for us to go back to the past.

So I can only sigh in vain

"Sorry, Ango, I can't go back."

I turned around and fiddled with the locked cylinder, and was held in my arms by my former husband again: "I'm going to resign now."

"Why bother? Don't say these childish things, Mr. Taneda will not approve your resignation application." I raised my hand and patted his arm lightly: "Ango, let yourself go."

"The Supernatural Secret Service Division needs you, the Ministry of Internal Affairs needs you, and the city of Yokohama needs you too."

"But the only person I really want to protect is you from the beginning to the end..." He pressed his forehead hard on my shoulder and his voice was hoarse and trembling. The only thing I could respond was

"Feel sorry."

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