My brother is so fierce

The boy's cobalt blue eyes shone dangerously at night, he walked around the man's body lying on the ground like a mass of mud, and walked towards Meizhi.At this point, there were still people coming and going on the side of the street, each carrying their own bags in a hurry, only Meizhi stood there, seemingly frozen there at a loss.

Like a little lamb who sees a lone wolf approaching at a leisurely pace and dares not move.

She was too conspicuous, Zhong Yuanzhong also thought to himself, even though she was wearing a very ordinary dress, she still stood out from the crowd and became the most eye-catching one.

But now, the boy in the hat frowned unhappily because he was found behaving like street gangsters fighting. When he raised his head and looked at Meizhi like that, he would inevitably show the fierceness of scaring away the girls, even if he noticed This point has been slightly restrained, but that look still can't get rid of the evil spirit of just walking and beating someone.

When he approached, he had expected that the girl in front of him would back away in fear, but to his surprise, Mei Zhiwei raised her face and asked hesitantly, "...are you not injured?"

If Meizhi was so frightened that he ran away immediately, he might give a little snort as usual and not take it seriously.

However, this extra concern made it difficult for him to answer the conversation immediately.This is completely different from Dazai Osamu's attitude towards him, so why would such a fool who has been pursuing suicide have such a gentle girlfriend——

Simply outrageous.

Although he thought so in his heart, his face did not reveal his true emotions. Instead, he gave a light grace, revealing from his tone that he was unscathed, and put his hands in his pockets thinking he was sovereign, and asked back : "Why are you still here so late? Where's Dazai?"

Meizhi blinked, raised the gift box in her hand, and answered the first sentence: "I'm going to buy a gift, because it's a bit far away... I've delayed my return."

There was a slight pause in the tone, Meizhi didn't know if Osamu Dazai came back today, usually he would go out to drink sometimes, so she continued to answer him with a groan: "Dazai...should be still outside."

The boy in the hat frowned even more when he heard her words. He never doubted the relationship between these two people. Zhi's impression is very good, and the reason why people like him even more because of the comparison like Koyo Ozaki is that he will inevitably judge how incompetent this boyfriend is from the perspective of others.

"This guy..." Zhongyuan Zhong also cursed in a low voice. He looked at the crescent moon above his head, and when he lowered his head again, he met the girl's tired and gentle smile, and it was difficult to leave.

Being closer, Nakahara Chuya's inner irritability seemed to calm down a bit. Being with her always has a kind of warmth wrapped in calm lake water. It is very strange, but I have to admit that it is very relaxing.

He guessed that perhaps it was because of this that Osamu Dazai was on the road of seeking suicide and secretly fell in love with her.

The wind at night was very cool, and a lock of long hair of the boy was blowing in front of him. His voice was hoarse and cold: "Where do you live? I'll take you back."

The girl seemed to be looking at him in surprise, that kind of eyes made Nakahara Nakaya feel a little hard to look at him as if he was prying someone's corner, so she pretended to look at the scenery and turned her face away, still maintaining a cold look: "I have nothing else to do. mean."

Before she could open her mouth, the words had already been finished by Zhong Yuan.

It would be embarrassing to refuse again, Meizhi nodded: "Then I will trouble you."

But the boy found that she had never addressed him, and he only knew her first name, and it was because Osamu Dazai called it that day, and the last name was not important, so he didn't ask much.

If he asked, he might have a big reaction when he heard the surname Mori.

But that was just an if, he simply passed by the girl who was following him, trying to speed up his pace to keep up with him, maybe because he was embarrassed, he didn't mention that he couldn't keep up, and kept silent all the time.If it wasn't for Zhong Yuanzhong to look at her, he wouldn't have realized that he was walking too fast. He was used to walking alone, and the young man who had never noticed these small details paused, and slowed down silently. For him, this is a new experience.

Even in the "sheep" team, the girls there are not so gentle and slender.

And when he started to realize this, he couldn't help but pay more attention to the girl beside him.

She must have been exhausted all day, and her shoes were stained with dry mud spots. Fortunately, it was autumn and the weather was not hot. The smell on her body was blown by the wind from the right, and the clear and warm breath penetrated into the tip of his nose. The body has the aroma of flowers and plants, which is refreshing.

They seemed to be walking along this road very quickly. In this short ten minutes, he didn't even see her warm eyes clearly. The girl stopped downstairs, and it was already very late. It was getting late, Meizhi looked at the boy's beautiful pupils, and out of politeness, asked politely: "Do you want to sit up?"

But the young man didn't hear the politeness in Meizhi's words, his brain hadn't reacted yet, and his mouth had already responded. After realizing what he said, he lowered his eyes to cover his annoyance, and continued to explain: " Next time."

Meizhi smiled at him politely: "Then welcome to be our guest next time."

The boy responded coldly, turned around to leave, but the girl stopped him again.

His heartbeat seemed to beat faster, he turned his head indifferently, and put on a cold look: "What else is there?"

"I don't know your name yet..." When Meizhi laughed, it made people feel itchy. At this time, basically no one would refuse to answer what she asked, and the boy just resisted in silence for a while. Yes, surrender.

"Central Plains Central."

Exchanging names is the most basic etiquette, Meizhi just said: "My name is——"

"Meizhi-san, I know your name." The slightly hoarse voice spoke out her name first, and it was very different from his mouth. Surprised, she didn't last long, then nodded to him with a gentle smile, "It seems that Chuya-kun and Dazai have a very good relationship, and they even know my name."

certainly not.

It's not because of the good relationship with the idiot Dazai.

It's just because no one can ignore such an appearance and character.

He didn't explain, maybe because he didn't bother explaining these things, or because it took a lot of time to explain such things... With a soft snort, he walked halfway and looked back in the direction of Meizhi - she had already entered the building It was here, so I looked back and left here.

Stopping at the downstairs of Osamu Dazai's building, he realized that the two lived too close together.

If you are a couple, wouldn't it be more convenient to live together?

But thinking of impulsive adolescent couples who live together, they will inevitably be unable to control doing adult things, so they subconsciously frowned.

Girls look smaller than them.

Still stay safe together.

Even a guy like Osamu Dazai who seeks suicide may be defeated by his instinct.

He thought a lot along the way, and when he realized that he was actually thinking about this kind of thing for other couples, he patted his head twice with the palm of his hand, trying to wake up: "What... am I doing?"

The next day, when Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Nakaya met, they found that his partner who had always been at odds with him did not talk to him, but looked at him coldly, as if rolling his eyes in disdain.

That kind of eyes that seemed to be looking at a scumbag made Osamu Dazai instantly upset.

"Hey Chuya," he sat across from Chuya, with his chin on his back and a bright smile, his eyes bent like a cat's, "Are you jealous?"

And Zhongyuan Zhong, who was already a little guilty, immediately completed his sentence - are you jealous that I have a girlfriend?

Like a cat whose hair has exploded, he stood up abruptly, slammed the table hard, and yelled back: "I will be jealous of you? I can also find—" find a girlfriend like that!Even softer!

Before he finished speaking, Osamu Dazai discovered something. He looked at Nakahara Chuya, put his index finger and thumb on his chin and asked suspiciously: "Aren't you jealous of my beauty? What do you think I'm talking about?"

Like a deflated ball, the boy in the hat held down the brim of his hat, lowered his face slightly to cover his eyes that would reveal his heart, and turned his face coldly so as not to meet his gaze: "I don't understand what you're talking about, Dazai."

He tried to preemptively: "In short, I would never use the word jealousy on you."

The more you cover up, the more suspicious you are. Osamu Dazai smiled meaningfully. When he is serious, he is always scary, and his intelligence is simply outrageous. In order not to let him see it, Nakahara also suppressed it. The hat borrowed the reason of a mission and left here.And he could feel that the gaze behind him never left him.

That night, when Osamu Dazai went to the Lubin bar, Odasaku was also there.

After greeting each other, Odasaku came with a serving of curry rice as usual. Dazai Osamu lay on the table, staring at the wine in the transparent cup, and sighed: "Why would Odasaku like this kind of curry rice?" Do you have a soft spot?"

Although he was talking about curry, what he was thinking about was not curry itself. Odasaku was keenly aware that something was wrong with him. The red-haired youth still had an unshaven beard on his chin, but this did not affect his slovenliness. handsome appearance.

Putting down the spoon, the red-haired young man turned his face to look at Dazai Osamu, and replied seriously: "Because liking won't change."

Although the boy was using a questioning tone, as if he wanted to get an answer, but the transparent eyes he looked at told him that he already knew that at this age, his handling of things was always too indifferent and cruel, " If you eat curry rice that is more in line with your taste, will you really not change your mind?"

"There shouldn't be such a possibility, Dazai." Oda Sakunosuke found that his friend was standing in a dead end and didn't intend to turn back. He took another bite, savoring the unique delicacy, "If you like something that changes, then it's not called liking. , even if there is a better curry rice, I'd rather this-"

He picked up the plate, as if saying a romantic oath: "From one to the end."

"Ah, that's it..." Osamu Dazai drawled his tone, propped his head, shook the wine glass and handed it to his thin lips to take a sip, remembering that the girl occasionally tried to persuade him not to drink so much wine, so he took a sip and then put it down up.

Oda Sakunosuke didn't know what troubled Osamu Dazai. Although they occasionally gathered in this bar to chat, they still kept a certain amount of private space and would not get involved. So in this situation, he seemed to be not very good at opening his mouth. .

The young man spread out his slender hands, and the light gathered in his palm. The light was fascinating. He also stared at the light for a while, and slowly closed his fingers as if he wanted to catch the light, but He caught nothing but darkness.

Over the past few years, he has gotten used to getting along with Meizhi, so much that he has never thought that if there will be someone else in Meizhi's life one day, maybe that person is no worse than him, and he will not shout to commit suicide every day, he will be better than him. I take care of her more considerately, and slowly, eat and chat with her instead of myself, because he doesn't have any shining points that are irreplaceable enough.

"Things you don't want to lose will leave you one day."

He murmured softly, with a clear smile on the corner of his mouth, and then drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

A little wine slipped down the corner of the young man's mouth and dripped onto the neckline, which did not attract his attention. Instead, he called several more glasses in succession. Odasaku frowned slightly, and wanted to say something, but Osamu Dazai held his cheek and toasted him with a bright smile, and got drunk as if nothing happened.

The drunk doesn't know that he is a drunk, so he rejects Odasaku's idea of ​​sending him back. The boy bids farewell to him with obvious hazy eyes: "See you tomorrow..."

It wasn't until he saw him take a taxi that Odasaku sighed and watched the exhaust of the car go all the way.

Hope it's okay.

Meizhi finished washing early, she turned on the desk lamp and continued to flip through the pages of the book she hadn't finished last time, because it was summer, she was wearing comfortable loose short-sleeved pajamas and pajamas at home, her long hair was wrapped in a towel and pressed on top of her head, only A few strands of hair on the front of the forehead are touching the cheeks, and the air conditioner blows on it, which makes it cool.

She sent a message to Osamu Dazai, and it took a while before she replied.

Osamu Dazai: [I'm downstairs after drinking! 】

His message today seemed extraordinarily lively, Meizhi read it for a couple of seconds longer, wondering if he had been presumptuous again today, the wound on his body clearly prevented him from drinking, but he refused to change after repeated admonitions.

She couldn't quite understand Dazai Osamu's desire to commit suicide, but it was his own idea, and she didn't want to interfere.

It's just that she has known each other for more than two years, at least she has a little say in the matter of drinking.

Leaning on the back of the chair, Meizhi hugged her legs and sent him a message: [You won't drink again. 】

After waiting for about ten seconds, the phone quickly received a reply from the teenager: [Yes~ I drank two large bottles! 】

This is the amount of alcohol he has never had before. Meizhi stood up after seeing this message. She and Osamu Dazai were basically unattended, because they had the same encounter, no matter what direction they came from, Meizhi It is impossible to ignore him.

She took off the towel on the top of her head, combed her hair casually a few times, and it fell wet behind her back, soaking the pajamas behind her very quickly.

【Are you home yet? 】

Osamu Dazai: [Still downstairs~]

Meizhi peeked out the window, and sure enough, the boy was still under the streetlight on the first floor, floating under his feet as if he was dancing, and he was likely to hit a utility pole at any time.

It's really worrying.

[Stand there and don’t move. 】

When she put on her coat and went downstairs, Osamu Dazai obediently waited for her under the streetlight.

Before he could say anything, the young man puffed his face slightly, his eyes were misty, and he stretched out his head to look at her cutely. He sniffed her body like a puppy, as if he had already recognized her identity. , eyes brightened and shouted: "Meichi."

The girl nodded helplessly: "It's me."

"Meizhi Meizhi Meizhi..." He repeated it at least three times like a repeater, still standing there, looking expectantly like a puppy waiting to be drawn, "Is it Meizhi?"

Responding tirelessly, Meizhi wrinkled her nose smelling the smell of wine on his body: "Why did you drink so much?"

The bandaged boy stared at her face, seeing that when she stretched out her hand, he put his hand on her palm like a puppy, "Will Meizhi take me home?"