My brother is so fierce

Meizhi led the coquettish puppy back to her home.

He didn't lose his temper like other people got drunk, instead he followed Meizhi, and he did whatever Meizhi told him to do, very obedient.

This is much more obedient than the Osamu Dazai that Meizhi usually sees. His fluffy soft hair feels like a cat’s fluffy tail when touched. Looking at the way she let her move, it seemed that in the next second, a drunken cat's meow would come out of her mouth.

"I said you can't drink too much," Meizhi took advantage of his confusion and ruffled his hair angrily. Seeing him with messy hair at his mercy, Meizhi couldn't get angry again , "Dazai is disobedient."

The young man nodded, his eyes stared forward without focus, and finally fell down on his side as if he had no bones, rubbing against the cold floor like a caterpillar, muttering: "Hmm... so cool~"

When Meizhi walked out of the room and poured a glass of honey water and came back, the boy was too hot and took off his coat. His white shirt was half unbuttoned. You can rest assured here.

because--

Meizhi sat kneeling beside him, looking at his body bound by bandages, he could only vaguely see the faint redness of his fair skin under the influence of alcohol from his neck.

He closed his eyes as if he had fallen into a deep sleep, and Meizhi called Dazai lightly, but there was no response.

The honey water she soaked seemed to be useless, but it was not a problem, she took the water glass out of the room and put it on the table in the living room.The air conditioner was turned on in the room, and if Osamu Dazai woke up, at least it would still be warm and not too cold.

Sleeping on the ground is not the same thing, so Meizhi leaned down and patted his cheek lightly in an attempt to wake him up. Because of the drunkenness, the voice of Meizhi who was more tolerant to him was extra soft: "Dazai, go to bed Did you sleep well?"

The boy still didn't answer. He seemed to be completely asleep and couldn't hear any sound.

Meizhi supported the floor and stood up, took out a new thin quilt for him to cover, went to the bathroom to fetch a basin of warm water, sat down beside him again, and wiped his cheeks seriously.He was sleeping well, but when he got closer, he realized that Dazai Osamu's eyelashes were black and thick, and the corners of his eyes reddened by drunkenness added a bit of cuteness, which was completely different from the usual boy who talked about death.

According to the investigation of the drunken situation, worried that he would suffocate if he vomited unconsciously, Meizhi stretched out her hand to support his hot cheek and tried to turn it to one side.And the temperature of her palm was much lower than that of his cheek, which caused the teenager who was not fully asleep to wake up for a moment. He opened his eyes blankly, and Meizhi could vaguely see the iris pupil without a trace of light.

The body was slightly numb due to the alcohol paralysis, and he raised his hand slightly, and put it on the back of Meizhi's hand that was hugging his cheek. Osamu Dazai murmured and sighed, "It's so cool."

Rubbing against her palm like a kitten, Osamu Dazai's voice was also different from usual, perhaps because his voice was hoarse from alcohol, different from the usual clear, drunkenness sprayed on Mei Zhi's face.

Aware of his half-awake state, Meizhi naturally couldn't let him continue to sleep like this. She shook his face lightly, because he couldn't pull it out because it was stuck on the back of her hand, so she simply used a little force to wake him up: "Dazai, it's too cold on the ground, get up and sleep."

As soon as she finished speaking, Osamu Dazai immediately closed his eyes as if trying to escape.

Pretending to be like this, Meizhi can still tell the difference, she emphasized her tone, and leaned into his ear and said softly: "I know you are not asleep, wake up soon."

Osamu Dazai shook his head sluggishly, as if he felt the discomfort after drinking too much alcohol just now, he frowned and said uncomfortablely: "I don't want to move anymore, Meizhi...is uncomfortable."

Meizhi couldn't bear other people's acting like a baby the most, so she couldn't help but lower her tone, and followed his words and asked, "What's wrong with you? Do you want to get up and go to the hospital?"

Osamu Dazai refused without even thinking about it. He opened his eyes slightly, making sure Meizhi was still there, and then closed them again: "No."

He continued with a hint of anger: "Drunkenness is too uncomfortable, I must cross this out! I thought... I would die in a dream."

Meizhi didn't want to hear about the process of him experimenting with the drunken suicide method, so she just pursed her lips and tried to pull her hand back.

However, when Osamu Dazai sensed her intention, he curled up his fingers and took her hand that was about to leave. He felt that Meizhi was angry. Be applicable.

Alcohol strengthened his courage, and he couldn't suppress the self-worship of the day and wanted to get out of his mouth. He endured it, opened his eyes and looked at Meizhi, and his eyes fell on her slightly indifferent expression: "I Let's not talk..."

Meizhi has heard this kind of talk too much, and she no longer believes this kind of story that is no less than a wolf coming, and she is the same.

She used a lot of force this time, but the boy held on tightly and did not let go. The floor was smooth, so his upper body was naturally pulled in the direction of Meizhi's hand.

If he really lets go, it seems that it will be irreversible.

Compared with his own cheeks and fingers that were burning hot, the fingers on the palm were as cold as a timely rain.

Realizing that the current atmosphere needed something to break, Osamu Dazai suddenly curled up his body, as if he was experiencing unbearable pain, his eyes were closed tightly, and he let out a drawn-out cry of pain from between his teeth.

He opened his eyes slightly to check Meizhi's expression, and when he noticed that Meizhi frowned worriedly, he slowly stretched his body: "Stomach... a little uncomfortable."

Meizhi got closer, looking towards his waist, as if trying to see something from the bandage, Dazai Osamu also followed her gaze to look at him, but he couldn't see anything, the white bandage completely covered up Hold his slender waist.

Osamu Dazai knew that she was now oscillating between doubt and worry.

After all, there is no pain that comes on so quickly and disappears so quickly.

"Meizhi," he licked his dehydrated dry lips, and slowly let go of Meizhi's hand, "I want to drink water."

Speaking of drinking water, Meizhi remembered the glass of honey water on the table, said "wait a while", got up and walked out of the room.

When Meizhi walked in again with water, the young man had already sat up. He knew that his body smelled bad, so he moved away from the bed and leaned against the foot of her desk, bending his slender legs. Tilting his head soberly, he looked at the direction she walked in.

Meizhi handed him the honey water.

The young man took it obediently, closed his eyes like a retired old man, and took small sips of the water glass with both hands. He was so obedient that Meizhi couldn't get angry.

Turn up the heat on the air conditioner, and her hair is still half-dry and hanging down her head.

They were silent like this for 10 minutes, and the atmosphere was much more relaxed than before. Meizhi didn't speak, and simply dried her hair in the room.Osamu Dazai looked at the way she raised her arms and fiddled with her hair. Although they had known each other for two years, they had never stayed in Meizhi's room like this, seeing her in summer pajamas, showing her slender and shapely calves , blowing hair so close.

In retrospect, there is actually no big difference between them and the couples on the street. They eat together, watch movies together, and go shopping together.

They seem to have done everything except hold hands, kiss and sleep.

His gaze could not help but fall on Meizhi's petal-like soft lips, the alcohol gave a hazy filter, he boldly looked at her like this, without knowing how to restrain himself, he used his gaze to paint her cheeks and her straight nose , a gentle jawline... and slightly parted lips.

Even after watching it for two years, Osamu Dazai had to say a word of admiration: she is so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off her.

Realizing that his gaze stayed for too long, the young man coughed and turned his head away, and stopped looking.

In the building at the other end——

The man sitting on the soft chair raised his eyelids, the red light of the equipment on the table had been on for 10 minutes.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stood aside, he didn't know what the red light meant, he only knew that the corners of the leader's mouth drooped, his brows and eyes were lingering with indifference and a little irritability.

Perhaps some organization wants to wreak havoc in this city.

Zhong Yuan also sighed in his heart after having had the experience of the leader changing his face several times.

Mori Ogai intertwined his fingers in front of him. He let out a breath slowly and turned on the monitoring equipment in front of him. Twenty images from different directions popped up on the wide screen, and his eyes fell on the most central position - where the In the girl's warm room, the two figures are very close to each other, I don't know what they are talking about.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took the initiative to stay away. For things that the leader didn't take the initiative to let him check, the boy in the hat obeyed the rules and kept his eyes on the ground.

The black-haired young man stared at the slender white legs exposed under the girl's pajama pants in the video, and his brows were so tight that they could kill flies.

The direction of the image is not projected from inside the room. This angle of view clearly makes people realize that the position of the monitor is outside the room facing the door, and there is a doll placed there.

The door is slightly open, so that you can vaguely see what is going on in the room.The position where the boy was sitting on the ground was half covered by the door, and he could only vaguely see the tight pants legs of the boy on the floor when he bent his legs, and the straight legs of the girl who almost touched him when she bent down to approach him. .

And those two people couldn't see their faces, they only knew that they were very close and didn't know what they were doing.Such an action, and such a night, it's hard not to think about it.

The two people who have always been well-proportioned are in a mess: one is a subordinate whom he trusts to send to assist Meizhi, and the other is an ignorant and obedient younger sister. What are they doing now?

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, almost unable to bear it any longer, quickly picked up a phone number with his fingers, and dialed it quickly.

The girl in the image moved a bit, she moved away from the boy, turned around and bent down, picked up the phone and answered the call.

At the same time, a girl's slightly surprised voice came from the other end of his cell phone, "Brother?"

The corner of his mouth curled up again, and the young man who snatched back the attention did not reveal any flaws, and chatted with her in the usual tone. If this call was made to Osamu Dazai, he would probably be found in less than five seconds. He placed a surveillance camera in the living room things.

Zhong Yuanzhong could also hear a female voice coming from the phone, because the voice heard on the phone is different from what he usually hears directly. Between the eyebrows.

It's just close, and he himself is amused by his sensitivity.

How could it be such a coincidence, besides... Meizhi and the leader don't match at all, apart from similar hair color, they basically have nothing in common.

Just as he was thinking like this, Mori Ogai called out Michi's name in a more rippling tone than usual, and he returned to his usual smile, as if he had eaten something tonic, the tails of his eyes curled up proudly like a peacock showing its feathers, He didn't pay attention to the sudden change of expression on the face of the hat boy standing at the bottom and the sudden shrinking of his pupils into a line.

impossible!

He was so surprised that he forgot the rules, raised his head and carefully looked at Mori Ogai's face, he couldn't match a gentle and beautiful girl like Meizhi!

How is it possible... Maybe it's just the same name, Zhong Yuanzhong also reacted to his gaffe, quickly lowered his eyes and laughed at himself, his eyes hesitated, he kept denying, maybe it was just a coincidence, a coincidence.

But there is a voice in my heart whispering like a demon: It is the same person.

Hanging up the phone, Nakahara Chuya was still doubting himself, but Mori Ogai issued an order to him: "Chuya-kun, go find Dazai-kun, I have something to discuss with you."

It was not too late, when Nakahara Nakaya arrived downstairs to call Dazai Osamu, raised his head, looked in the direction of Dazai Osamu's window and found it was pitch black.

Is this not back yet?

The other end of the phone beeped for a long time before someone picked up the phone and pressed the answer button.

"Hello—" It was a familiar female voice, exactly the same as what I heard from the leader.

Impatiently, the slapping shoes stopped suddenly. He picked up the phone to make sure that he was calling Dazai Osamu, not the girl's contact information. It was only after he said "Hello" a second time in doubt that he realized something, and looked towards the lit window of the building next door.

He didn't know what it was like, he rolled his Adam's apple up and down dryly before answering: "Meizhisang."

Because Osamu Dazai did not note his original name to Chuya Nakahara, Miichi blinked and realized: "Is it Chuya-kun?"

After waiting for a while, the boy's slightly hoarse voice answered.

"I'm Chuya Nakahara," he kept looking up at the open window, "Osamu Dazai... is it with you?"

Meizhi glanced back at the bandaged boy who was still spewing in the bathroom, and hummed slowly, "He's in the bathroom now..."

The word bathroom has room for imagination, and she obviously felt that Zhong Yuanzhong also choked, and she didn't know what to think, and said with a little annoyance in her tone, "You let him answer the phone."

Meizhi realized that there might be something important, so she said "please wait a moment" to Zhongya, she opened the bathroom door, and handed the phone to the boy who had just washed his face: "Zhongye-kun is looking for you."

Even if he didn't see it, Nakahara could still clearly hear the sound of the girl walking in slippers, followed by the sliding door, as if there was no privacy between them, talking to Osamu Dazai amidst the sound of dripping water.

The hair in front of his forehead was wet and hanging on his forehead, and his face was clear and handsome. Dazai took the phone, and before he had time to speak, he heard the irritable boy sneer in a low voice on the phone: "...you are so brave! Really big, dare to touch the leader's younger sister?"