I was touched by Yokohama

Chacha listened to the slight movement outside the door, blinked her eyes, but did not show any nervousness.

After the closed door was easily opened, a furry black head poked in and waved to Chacha with a smile.

"Good evening, Miss~"

The tone of greeting was rippling and relaxed, without the slightest sense of being caught for prying someone's door.

The three-flowered cat glanced at him, then lazily and silently lay back on Chacha's lap again, the changes in movements of a mere cat were not noticeable.

"Mr. Dazai." Chacha responded politely, and softly asked the direction of the kitchen, and called out, "Mr. Nakaya..."

Before he finished speaking, his mouth was covered with the palm of Dazai Osamu who entered the room openly and aboveboard.

"Hey, what does the lady want to call the little dwarf?"

Osamu Dazai raised the corners of his mouth, drew a long tail, and complained coquettishly, "Miss is really eccentric, don't you want to be alone with me?"

Chacha pressed down Osamu Dazai's hand, and sighed: "Mr. Dazai, I just want to ask Mr. Nakaya if you need to call the police if you have been broken into your house."

And it's just that we are in the living room and Mr. is in the kitchen, how can we be alone.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

"I don't think there's any need for you, miss," the black-haired, kite-eyed boy smiled, "We're the Mafia."

Forget about being reported to the police station because of trespassing on a private house.

"Okay." Chacha thought it made sense, and gave up with a little regret.

Osamu Dazai laughed, and rubbed against Chacha's cheek vaguely, with a little moisture from the rainy day.

The three-flowered cat caught in the middle and ignored: […]

The old man is too old and doesn't want to eat the dog food of the youngsters!

Until this time, Chacha, who leaned back slightly, finally noticed that he was drenched in rain: "Did Mr. Dazai not have an umbrella outside?"

"No." The black-haired, kite-eyed boy smiled, half-closed his eyes, and his curly hair with water droplets hanging down his forehead, "Is Miss caring about me?"

His ending sound carried a light and soft smile, like a feather gently sweeping over the ear, Chacha watched him rubbing against her side, and always felt that this scene was like being kissed by a wet black cat up.

I have a lot of luck with cats today.Chacha looked down at the three-flowered cat lying on her lap and thought.

Osamu Dazai glanced at the kitchen, thoughtful: "Speaking of which, the little dwarf can actually cook?"

Chacha: "Mr. Chuya is making ochazuke." She paused, and scratched her cheek a little embarrassedly, "Because Mr. Chuya is treating guests, I want to eat this, so Mr. Chuya bought the ingredients and decided to make it himself .”

Dazai Osamu's face instantly collapsed: "Tch, the little dwarf really knows how to find gaps."

Chacha was helpless: "Mr. Dazai, please don't say that."

From her point of view, Mr. Dazai and Mr. Chuya have a very good relationship, but the way they get along is different from ordinary friends. Chacha will not get involved in evaluating whether this model is good or bad, but at least Mr. Dazai should not be allowed to be in this situation at this time. Say bad things.

As Zhongyuan Zhongya said, there is no need to worry about other things, plus the sound from the TV, so until now, Zhongyuan Zhongyuan, who has been concentrating on cooking, has not found that his house has been destroyed by a certain road. Dai Tian's mackerel sneaked in.

"Don't mention that sticky slug." Dazai Osamu's eyes lightly swept over the red wine in Chacha's hand, revealing a smile that was not a smile, "Miss, do you want to drink?"

Chacha felt a little guilty.

She still hasn't forgotten the tragedy that just happened when she finished drinking and bulldozed the entire men's public relations shop, she immediately shook her head and denied it: "I don't want to drink, I'm just thinking about one thing."

"Oh? Miss, what's bothering you?" Dazai Osamu keenly caught the slight tangle between the girl's eyebrows and eyes, and immediately became interested.

"Are you worrying about the little black dwarf getting in the way? It's okay Miss, let's elope together and leave him far away!"

Chacha: "...Mr. Dazai, if you treat Mr. Chuya like this, Mr. Chuya will cry."

Osamu Dazai's eyes lit up, and he was about to say something when he was blocked by Chacha's next words.

"Give up, Mr. Dazai, I won't elope with anyone, stop joking." Chacha sighed slightly, "Mr. Dazai, don't you need to wipe the water off your body with a towel? You'll catch a cold, right?" .”

"Eh? Don't use the towels used by other cats." Osamu Dazai refused without hesitation, staring at the Sanhua cat sitting on Chacha's body, his face full of resentment, "Damn it, have you been relying on Miss? "I hate dogs, and I don't like cats either."

"Meow." Sanhuamao glared at the young mafia cadre. When the other party said this, the malice of intimidation was overflowing from his body.

How childish to even target a cat!

"Mr. Dazai is not allowed to use the towels used by Sanhuamao." Chacha blinked and stroked Sanhuamao soothingly, "I probably know that Mr. Dazai hates dogs, but does Mr. Dazai actually hate cats?"

Chacha really didn't expect this matter, since Mr. Dazai hates cats, then Chacha decided to try not to let Mr. Dazai find out that he often turns into a cat in the future.

"Miss knows that I hate dogs?" Osamu Dazai asked suddenly, still with a smile on his face, as if asking casually, "Did I mention it to Miss?"

"Hmm..." Chacha paused for a moment, her cat's eyes became confused, "I guess so, Mr. Dazai, I can't remember too well."

"I see." Osamu Dazai nodded, not sure if he believed it or not.

Chacha can be sure that he didn't believe it, after all, it's Mr. Dazai who can figure it out as long as he grasps a little clue, but he didn't ask any further, so Chacha doesn't care what he thinks.

The three-flowered cat raised its head, glanced at the two people who seemed nothing had happened, and flicked its tail lightly.

"So, Miss doesn't seem to have said, what are you worrying about?" Osamu Dazai continued to ask with great interest, his kite eyes dimmed slightly.

Then, before he showed his momentum, he sneezed.

Chacha: "Pfft."

Osamu Dazai rubbed his nose with a blank expression, and sighed: "This is really not the time."

He touched his chin, seriously, with a serious expression on his face: "The sneeze must be the fault of the cat's fur, miss, this cat is a super dangerous item!"

Then he raised his hand in the next second, and just as he was about to touch the nape of Sanhuamao's neck, Sanhuamao quickly jumped off Chacha's lap as if being severely frightened.

Natsume Soseki, who was dressed in the skin of a three-colored cat, did not intend to turn into a living person on the spot at this time.

"You scared it." Chacha said.

"Hey, I really don't like cats." Dazai Osamu rubbed the tip of his nose and said firmly, his voice was a little sulky because of this.

It's because of your supernatural ability, Dazai-san.Chacha looked helplessly at this black kitten with kitten eyes who was acting coquettishly and successfully occupying the high ground.

but……

"Mr. Dazai really has a cold." Chacha looked at the black-haired boy, fixed her eyes on his slightly red nose, thought for a while, and smiled a little amidst his protracted denial of complaints.

"What worries me is, does Dazai-san know what 'spring medicine' means?"

Dazai Osamu: "..."

"Is this what Miss has been struggling with?"

Chacha nodded without hesitation: "Yes, so does Mr. Dazai know the answer?"

Osamu Dazai: "...It's a very big question, can you tell me, miss, where did you hear it?"

Chacha: "It's a kind of... instrument developed by one person. I saw it on it. Mr. Dazai, you didn't answer the sandwich question last time. Can you still not do it this time?"

The snow-haired, golden-eyed girl looked at Dazai Osamu, with a hint of disappointment appearing on her delicate face.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

"How could that be?" the black-haired, kite-eyed boy said quickly with a smile, "I can answer this question for Miss."

It's a man, how can you say no!

Hearing this, Chacha immediately looked at him with wide, clear cat eyes expectantly, waiting for his next words.

"The medicine for spring is..." Osamu Dazai paused and kept smiling, "It's the medicine for spring."

If it was changed to another place, he might demonstrate and teach in person, but this is at Zhongya’s house in Central Plains, and counting the time, the other party should come out of the kitchen soon, Osamu Dazai is not willing to let the little dwarf take advantage, so After careful consideration, he decided to stop here.

"Then Mr. Dazai has a cold, would he want to take this medicine?" Unexpectedly, after Chacha thought about it, he asked this question again.

Osamu Dazai: "... If the lady prepares it, I will be happy to eat it."

The corner of his mouth curled up, his tone was sweet and uplifting, and his kite eyes were full of ambiguous colors under the light.

Chacha: "I understand."

The girl's small face was full of seriousness, Osamu Dazai noticed something was wrong, but before he could think about it, he saw the girl rubbing the wine bottle containing red wine a few times and putting it on the table.

"Mr. Dazai, this bottle of wine..."

"Why are you here?!"

Nakahara Chuya's roar came, Dazai Osamu sighed regretfully: "It was discovered by the little dwarf."

Chacha: "Hmm..." It's thanks to Zhongyuan Zhongye's soundproofing that they broke open the door so arrogantly and stayed to talk openly.

"Bastard mackerel, restrain yourself!" Nakahara Nakaya picked up Osamu Dazai's collar, and his fist was hard again.

And Dazai Osamu continued to say with a hypocritical smile that he didn't want to be beaten: "I will appear here, it is obviously the fault of the slug who has no shame in abducting the young lady to his home."

Is this what people say?

"Mr. Nakaya, can this bottle of wine be opened?" When Nakahara Nakaya and Osamu Dazai were about to fight, Chacha asked while holding the red wine bottle.

"Ah, yes." Nakahara Chuya didn't forget to answer this in spite of his busy schedule.

So Nakahara Nakahara and Osamu Dazai fought back and forth a few times, and Chacha not only boiled the wine, but poured it out.

"Is it any different from wine without medicine?"

Chacha whispered to herself, held the goblet, opened her cat's eyes and looked at it carefully. The jewel-like red wine was gently shaking in the glass.

There seems to be no difference, even the smell is not unusual.

Does it really have the effect of "strong spring medicine"?

After putting it on the tip of the nose and drawing a conclusion, Chacha finally lost more than half of her interest, but would you like to take a sip?

Just as Chacha put the rim of the glass wine glass to her lips and was about to take a sip, she suddenly smelled the aroma of food.

It's from the kitchen.

Chacha put down the glass without hesitation, turned and walked towards the kitchen.

When Chacha came out with the finished ochazuke and placed it on the cooking table, he found that Chuya Nakahara's beating had come to an end, his anger subsided a lot, and he was standing in front of the table.

"It hurts, the little black man is so violent, miss~" He blinked his eyes with an aggrieved expression, made tea skillfully to show his pity, and did not forget to smear Zhongya Zhongya.

"Miss has such a weak body, you must stay away from violent little people."

"Huh? How dare you say it, you are the one who should stay away from her the most." Zhongyuan Zhong also sneered, not wanting to see the mackerel's disgusting look again, and picked up the red wine glass on the table.

Chacha: "Wait, Mr. Chuya..."

However, Zhong Yuanzhong had already taken two sips of the wine: "Huh?"