Social animals don't deserve love

It was very late when I actually returned to the staff dormitory, and the chill of the night penetrated through the fabric and stuck to my skin.Rarely, Glass drove me back to the door of the dormitory by himself, and the poor steering wheel was almost crushed by him along the way—if he really had that strength.

After driving for about 15 minutes from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, we sat in the car and no one spoke.The engine was turned off, the central control was turned on, and when I pushed the car door to go out, he made a hoarse voice: "Chuuxue... I will always wait for you. When you get tired from playing, remember to go home."

This time I didn't respond, I closed the car door and walked towards the "accomplice" sitting on the concrete pillar not far away.

Osamu Dazai got up and deliberately patted my back in a hug. You can imagine the provocative expression on this guy's face.

In short, Glasses drove the car away after 5 minutes, wobbling like a female high school student who failed to confess her confession and ran away.

"What did you say to him? I almost thought I was going to be locked up by him." Pushing away Dazai Osamu's arm and taking a step back to open the distance, the other party instantly changed his face and was extremely aggrieved: "It's agreed, I will break through What about lovers who are deeply affectionate in the world? Push them away by the side of the road when you're done using them!"

The ghost said those shameless words!Osamu Dazai, are you sleepy and hysterical?

"Oh," I walked past the fake fish with no expression on my face: "I'm glad that Ango Sakaguchi is a fairly professional civil servant, otherwise the plot would be fast-forwarded to the social headlines."

"Crabs for a week, I want curry flavor." Seeing that I didn't even blush, he gave up the performance and scratched the back of his head: "At least Ango will never fight with you, I will be miserable. I just said that I plan to fight with you out of sympathy." You start a relationship that is not for the purpose of marriage, you see, I was beaten black and blue by him!"

I"……"

I don't know what to say, I want to say that I played well, but I feel that this guy is a bit pitiful.

Then I looked up at him, hehe, not to mention the bruises, I didn’t even see half of the red marks: "In terms of physical skills alone, Ango can't beat you, he has two bruises on his face, how about you?"

"Well..." He hesitated for a moment, then withdrew his hands and covered his stomach: "I'm hurt in my heart!"

After finishing speaking, he nodded seriously: "The old friend actually punches and kicks as soon as we meet. The pain is so painful that I am almost heartbroken to death."

I looked at him again: "Does your breasts sag, or is it your stomach?"

Tsk, I was almost taken off topic by him... This guy definitely took my wedding photo to stimulate the glasses, and successfully provoked the flames of war to bully the intelligence personnel with only [-] combat effectiveness.

However, not only did I not feel any anger, but I was secretly happy and even wanted to applaud.

"Sagging... Fuxue-chan's complaints are getting more and more ruthless... it's all Ango's fault!"

Osamu Dazai put away his exaggerated acting skills and followed me to the dormitory upstairs, halfway back to normal: "How about the devil?"

"He doesn't intend to let me get in touch with the old lair. There is a high probability that he will make some troubles tomorrow and insist on living in my original house. Judging by the speed at which they gather information... they will probably choose between the Green Leaf District and the wedding house .”

Throwing out the name of the companion is not only a test but also a foreshadowing for the next step. Dostoevsky did not give up and continue to hypnotize me, so the most likely choice to verify whether the hypnosis is successful is

"It is more likely that..."

"Wedding room." x2

Osamu Dazai shook his head and waved his hands in disgust: "Tsk tsk tsk, it's so cruel, even I can't stand it anymore, I have to bring some flowers and fruits to visit Ango next time."

"Well, you reminded me that I haven't made a property division agreement yet, but I have an appointment... just confirm it."

Lawyer Gu Meimen recently brought a major copyright-related case. It is said that the commission is enough for him to spend at least two months. It is best to cooperate with the small matters on my side.

You can't make much money for others, so try your best not to delay others from making other money.

After exchanging information with Machiko, I pushed open the door of the dormitory, and Xiao Jinghua jumped out and "flyed" into my arms: "Sister Chuuxue!"

"Okay, I'm back, do you feel lonely?"

I touched her little head and bent down to hug the child: "School will start soon, and there will be many new friends in the school." Thinking of my miserable student days, I changed my tone and gave her a vaccination : "It doesn't matter if you can't make new friends, Kyunghwa is cute and beautiful, it's normal to be envied or even jealous."

"A little lonely." A muffled voice came, and at the same time there was the sound of the dormitory door closing at the end of the corridor.Jinghua rubbed against me with her movements, stood up straight and raised her head to ask seriously: "Sister Fubuki wants to date Mr. Dazai?"

Uh... this honest kid completely misunderstood.

I laughed helplessly and pushed her into the room: "How is it possible, Mr. Dazai is a coward who is still in the third grade of elementary school. Will a coward summon the courage to try something that may hurt him?"

Don't even think about it.

"We were discussing the troubles we encountered at work. Ah... don't look at me like that!" I bent down to find out the slippers to change, and I walked up the entrance steps to hang the haori and handbags on the hangers, and when I turned around, I saw Xiao Jinghua looked "I just believe your nonsense".

It seems that the image of Osamu Dazai eating and waiting to die has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, even children can't be fooled.I couldn't help defending him with my conscience: "Don't look at Mr. Dazai's way of not doing his job all day long. Isn't the work that should be done done well in the end? Some people are used to freedom and don't like to be restrained, no matter what. It's all personal choice, don't look at it with colored eyes. Maybe there are some difficulties that you can't talk about? Since you can't empathize, at least don't add salt to the wound."

I was afraid that I would hurt Jinghua's heart if I said too much, I hurriedly took out the cup and poured two cups of milk into the microwave oven to heat: "Have some hot drinks, do you want to put sweet cocoa powder? I'm sorry, I don't mean to criticize, I'm just telling you my thoughts. It's limited to my own immature worldview, and I'm not asking you to do anything about me."

"I know, you are telling you how to face life." She pointed to the top shelf: "I want sweet cocoa powder, and I want to eat salt milk biscuits."

In fact, she can definitely eat the snacks I put anywhere by using [Yasha Baixue] by herself. It is probably a special way of acting like a spoiled child if I insist on bringing them to her when I come back.

"Yes, sweet cocoa, salted milk biscuits. Can I ask the coffee shop owner to bake some honey buns tomorrow?"

I moved out of the footstool and stepped on it to take down the biscuit box and handed it to her, Jinghua nodded vigorously: "Yeah!"

So cute!

I got up early the next morning, fried eggs, toasted sandwiches, and cooked miso soup. I kept two portions in the kitchen and told Kyoka to take math lessons with Mr. Kunikida today, and picked up the other two packed breakfasts and rushed to Yiqi private hospital by car.

When I arrived at the entrance of the hospital, Dostoevsky had already changed back into his thick, thick and warm cloak and hat. Beside him stood a young man with long light blonde braids.

Presumably this is Mr. Yanofsky.

"Hello." I nodded politely to the stranger, and the warm breakfast in my hand suddenly disappeared, and then the man took it out of the cloak coat: "Aha~ Mr. Clown's debut performance, let you Are you surprised?"

Honestly, it was an incredible experience.

I couldn't help clapping my hands like a seal clapping: "You are amazing, can you do it again?"

The type of space is still similar to Kunikida Doppo...

"That's impossible, we have to leave here first." He took off the crooked hat on his head and bowed: "The applause from the beautiful lady is enough to pay for this performance. Alright, Fedya, where shall we go next?"

Dostoevsky, whose face was not getting any better, smiled and introduced to me: "This is the Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol Yanovsky I mentioned yesterday."

"Should I call you Nikolai or Gogol, Mr. Yanovsky?"

I continued yesterday's performance. The newly emerged Russian youth held his hat and rolled his eyes: "It's all right, that's your freedom."

"But I hope my liberty will not infringe on yours, sir."

I introduced myself with a smile, turned my head and looked around to see the car agreed yesterday.

Gogol was very interested and began to circle around me until Dostoyevsky interrupted his circle game: "If you don't go, you will cause trouble to others, Nikolai."

"Okay, okay, old friend, you have the final say."

After speaking, he led us to a place some distance away from the hospital parking lot, where an ordinary family car was parked in a secluded open space.

As if I didn't see the cartoon stickers on the front of the car, I opened the driver's door and climbed in to adjust the angle of the seat and rearview mirror, then sat in and stretched my neck to look up: "Is there a cushion? The scope of the front view not too good."

"Hahahahahahahahaha!" Gogol laughed loudly and almost rolled to the ground, then he took out his cloak and stuffed it in, "Here, our petite and lovely little guide. "

Does the short owe you anything?

"Don't laugh, Nikolai, I'm afraid that Fubuki will make you squat outside and drink the northwest wind when I get angry." Dostoevsky very "honestly" meant something, and didn't mean to add fuel to the fire at all (not).

Two young Russians, both over 1.8 meters tall, squeezed awkwardly into the back seat of this poor family car, barely taking off their four long legs and stuffing them under the seat.

I really sympathize with the family who "borrowed" the car. Not only did they lose a good partner who carried the family memories, but the partner who strayed into the bandit's nest was also hit and tortured inhumanly...

Following the directions they pointed, I drove the car at the minimum traffic speed of 25 yards an hour outside a run-down apartment building in a run-down neighborhood.

This place is really not a good place. Every three to five meters in broad daylight, you will see women with rich makeup and scantily clad standing against the wall, and unemployed people who also smell like rotten leeks from the previous night gather around like flies. lively.

"Fei Jia, you... have been living in this kind of place since you came to Yokohama?"

It's a bit miserable, even if I know he has bad intentions, I feel a little bit understandable.

——First lie to an honest woman to improve the living environment, what's wrong?

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琵琶鱼……就是文炼里坂口先生炖的那锅鱼，太宰先生说好吃。前脚跪着跟老婆说“我绝对不要离开你”，后脚就为了老朋友把老婆给捅了，坂口安吾你很可以。咳咳，串戏了串戏了。这段是《文豪与炼金术士》里的情节，“满开的樱花树下”结尾彩蛋。隔番打脸剧组。感谢在2020-11-2109:00:00~2020-11-2211:43:09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~感谢投出手榴弹的小天使：大豆子是扁豆豆-准备1个；感谢投出地雷的小天使：绵糖1个；

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 120 bottles of free Xiaohan; 20 bottles of Wendaomu; 1 bottle of Songcheng and Wangyan; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!