As a background board, I want to pursue Dazai

...Did I really do such a thing?

I don't have any memory at all, which proves that I can only hug him unconsciously in my sleep. What am I doing hugging him?I hugged him like I hugged my love?Obviously not, I probably just fell asleep, or I slept too badly.

This left me on edge, and to be honest, I was curious to know what it would be like to have this soft, furry head in my arms - it's a pity I wasn't conscious of all this.

Dazai is like a kitten that crawls under the quilt in winter just to find a warm kitten.Now he seems to have fully obtained the warmth he wanted, his whole body has become lazy, and his voice is also very lazy. I can't tell whether it's because he just woke up or for some other reason.

"Really." Before I could ask what was on my mind, he answered directly, "Yi Jun is too enthusiastic...I...have no choice..."

"Did you sleep well last night?" I pretended not to hear, and changed the subject abruptly.

Fortunately, the cat in my arms murmured twice, and didn't care about my sudden change of topic.

I rubbed the lock of hair on the top of his head that was intertwined due to his sleeping position, and the person in my arms writhed uncomfortably.

"Hair is tangled," I explained. "Hold on."

As if Dazai had turned into a Q-version stick figure, he let out a long sound of "嘻——".

"What 'tch', how did you sleep with your hair in a tangle?" I said while I was combing his hair.

"It's just rolling around." He explained in a very abstract way.

The way I stroke his hair with both hands up and down, it looks like I'm holding him in my arms.

"Okay." In the end, I used my fingers as a comb to comb his hair back, and he didn't look so hideous.

I still care about the truth of last night—how did we end up in this not-so-refreshing pose.You see, I didn't drink, so there is no excuse for being drunk. Could it be that I really took him into my arms in my dream?But I don't have the habit of sleeping with things in my arms.

...Is it impossible for him to get here by himself?

I couldn't help but cast another glance at him.

Right now Dazai is covering himself with a quilt. When I looked at him, he only showed two withered leaf-colored eyes. For some reason, it reminded me of the two wings of a butterfly. I pounced.

I thought to myself, weird, really weird.

I had no choice but to move away from the bed and get up quietly. It is already seven o'clock, but in fact I am still terribly sleepy.Dazai was still under the blanket and didn't intend to get up, I patted him on the shoulder and asked, "Mr. Dazai, won't you get up?"

"Let me sleep a little longer..." He retracted into the quilt, and the hair on the pillow was turned outward by him.

"It's a little too late today, so I'll just make something for breakfast, okay?"

When I was talking, I almost habitually lifted my clothes up and changed them on the spot. Fortunately, when I exposed my stomach, the cold air woke me up and prevented me from pulling my clothes to the bottom in one breath.

He made noises under the covers, maybe saying "yes" or maybe saying "um".But anyway, I have to make something to eat, and I have to eat if he doesn't eat.

I opened half of the curtains, today is not a beautiful sunny day, the window is gray, the sky above the head is like a layer of gray nets, fluffy clouds are piled up in the sky, it looks very depressing.

Just as I was picking up my clothes and going to the next door to change, Dazai poked his head out from under the quilt.

"I still want a sandwich," he said. "Not the bacon, but the ham."

"Steamed or fried?"

He said: "It's all right." Then he got back under the quilt.

Just like a black kitten, poking its head under the quilt.

So after changing my clothes and washing up, I covered my mouth and yawned, trying not to let myself make a simple and honest yawn, and went to the kitchen to start frying eggs and ham.As I was doing it, I thought it would be perfect if it had cheese, I wonder how his acceptance of dairy products is, take a step back, even if cheese is not good, then get some jam, peanut butter or mayonnaise or something.I opened the fridge and finally found a jar of peanut butter, unopened, but half a year past the date.

How did he live his life?

I reasonably suspect he has eaten expired food.

When I turned off the stove, Dazai appeared already dressed.This time, he consciously took the baked bread out of the bread machine and put it on a plate, and obediently handed it to me. When I pressed the ham and eggs on it with a spatula, when I put the lettuce and started cutting the sandwiches, he He actually opened the jar of peanut butter, took out a plate and poured it in.

I looked at him in horror: "What are you doing???"

Dazai spread the peanut butter evenly on the plate with a spoon and said, "Pour the peanut butter."

His expressions, movements, and tone of voice were all natural and without any waves.

Me: "It's expired, don't eat it."

He lifted the bottom of the bottle, changed the direction to look at the words printed on the bottom through the natural light, and then turned the bottle upside down after two seconds, threw the whole thing into the trash can, and then scraped out the peanut butter on the plate with a spoon Rushing into the pool, I really want to say "I knew it was so, so why bother to do it at the beginning".

This breakfast ended in a pleasant atmosphere. After breakfast, I packed up the kitchen utensils and was ready to go out to work.

"Mr. Dazai, which do you like, cheese, jam or peanut butter?"

"Let me see...cheese on a sunny day, jam on a rainy day, and peanut butter on a cloudy day."

He was too straightforward and answered my words without thinking.

It made me think there was some truth in it, and I turned my head curiously: "Why?"

"Don't you think that choosing only one of them is cruel to the other two?" He narrowed his eyes, put his index finger against the position of his lower lip, and said sincerely: "As the so-called rain and dew are evenly covered, it is to achieve this level." !"

Overwhelmed by his unscientific assertiveness, I said, "Okay." Dazai-san can be quite theatrical at times.

That's why people don't find him boring.

But will he be tired?

"Yi Jun, in terms of the skill 'Tucao', you can use it too freely." He said, "It's better than someone who doesn't complain at all, but also a little more passive than someone who complains all the time."

I said: "Isn't this just an ordinary reaction? Is there a degree of complaint?"

"This is the place—!" Dazai exclaimed.

"Since you don't want to become a comedian group to participate in the M1 competition, it's okay to study and make complaints less seriously, right?"

"A comedian... That's a good idea. But didn't Yi Jun say that I'm more suitable to be an actor..." Dazai muttered while pinching his chin.

"Actors are also good... But am I not a rumored heroine who is living with an actor?" I said.

Dazai's eyes widened, and he clasped a fist with one hand and clapped his hands: "Ah, Yi Jun didn't complain."

He is amazing.

Occasionally, my thoughts will wander aimlessly like this, and finally I will chatter about something cute and strange, completely irrelevant. When you feel like a child's joke, he makes you feel [-]% of it. outspoken.

Occasionally, there will be an irresistible sad face, and you can't find a little bit of frivolity, followed by only the loneliness flowing in the blood of the body.

His complexities are like a piece of cellophane full of wrinkles and scars, which will refract different lights at different angles.

That's why I'm intoxicated, right?

"Besides, I'm going to be late." I changed my shoes at the entrance, "Then I have to go, Mr. Dazai, please don't be late."

He arrives at work about half an hour later than I do—but that's not a case of being late.

Dazai still stood where he was, and asked me, "Yi Jun, have you forgotten anything?"

……no?

I couldn't figure it out: "...What's for dinner? Speaking of which, I've been eating Japanese food lately. Do you want to eat some cream stew in winter? I also need to buy some miso." His refrigerator is basically empty, except for the expired can peanut butter, just water and wine.

"That's really important," he said, "but is it true that you haven't forgotten anything else?"

"I don't think so..." I didn't have much confidence.

I racked my brain to remember what else I forgot, I already packed the kitchen, I put the toiletries back where they were, I even started planning today’s dinner, so what else?Apart from these rigid dead things, is there anything I'm missing?

Absurd thoughts began to occupy my heart, I stared at the floor under his feet, pursed my lips and struggled with my heart for a full three seconds, then I abandoned my shame, pretended to be able to do a job with ease, and smiled.

"...good morning kiss?"

Dazai opened his arms, as if waiting for me to step forward and give him a full hug.He smiled brightly and innocently, and said, "Yes."

Then I added another sentence: "I have been waiting since I opened my eyes until now." It can be said that the cat's fur has softened due to grievances.

Alright alright.

I'm just out of luck.

The light and shadow in the room began to skew, covering his shoulders, and then climbing up his neck, stepping on the bandage on his neck.

I gave him a tight hug back, and he lowered his head actively, with hope shining in his eyes, I wondered if I could interpret his gaze as a request for a kiss?Dazai used his actions to prove to me that "he meant it".

All I had to say was, "You've got to lean over." If I were to send my belated good morning kiss to his forehead, our height difference was the biggest obstacle.

The young man's smile was sly and innocent.

"Not the forehead," he said.

"--it's here."

The author has something to say:

He looked up at the word count.

I...actually love the author, right? (vaguely)

————————————————————————————————————————————感谢在2020-10-0718:59:45~2020-10-0817:16:13期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: He Lai Resonance, Ali 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：姜隅40瓶；kage27瓶；407069816瓶；Livisia3瓶；燕萝1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!