On How To Teach Gravity To Diss A Blackhearted Boss

Thank you for the invitation, I'm in Tokyo, I just got off the train.

If you want to ask me why I came to Tokyo, I don't really understand...

Anyway, Dazai didn’t know what he talked about with Hong Kong | Hei, now they stopped chasing and killing me, and the other organizations didn’t know what they were thinking after watching the wind direction, and in the end they all fell into obedience.

I changed from sweet pastry to cabbage all at once...

I released the few people detained in the space and handed them over to Mr. Kunikida.

Obviously, the completely quiet environment for more than 24 hours almost drove these people crazy. When they were released by me, they seemed to be pardoned, and everyone was as happy as Fan Jinzhongju.

Although I really want to find an opportunity to engage in Hong Kong|black meal, but I don’t know if it’s because I saw my restless mind and threw me here. It is said that the crime rate has skyrocketed recently. It's just homesickness and looking forward to your husband, come to travel to relax.Anyway, I'm actually a client and not a real member, so I don't need to click every day.

Thinking that the consequence of staying would be that the shameless Osamu Dazai forced him to take three days of sick leave to write a report. After listening to Ranpo's suggestion, I wished I could carry the high-speed train all night.

But I sat all the way on the tram, and the hot brain nerves were cooled by the wind outside the window.

I vaguely feel like I've been cheated by a donkey...

This is how I feel now, standing blankly at Tokyo Station with a small suitcase of luggage.

The airport seems to be nearby too.

For Tokyo, I am only familiar with the airport - after all, I often come to pick up Zhongya.It seems that other places have only been wandering around a few times.

I pulled the suitcase and looked curiously at the landscape that seemed to be slightly different from my world along the way, and was slightly stimulated by the fresh gratitude.

——I felt that Ranbu might really want me to relax.

A familiar tavern came into my eyes.

The golden plaque, the text with light green and brown borders... In that world is the place where I used to stay when I was waiting for the flight from Zhongya.

When I first came here, no one knew me, but when I walked into this store for the third time, I found that it had changed hands|black.

……

I walked into the store with my suitcase.

Sitting on the high table next to the bar, I saw that this place was similar to what I remembered but had obvious differences, and I couldn't tell what it was like to feel this slightly complicated feeling in my heart.

A bottle of blue curacao liqueur on the wine cabinet caught my attention.I heard myself blurt out involuntarily: "A blue margarita."

……

I regretted it when the bartender iced the glasses.

Although I didn't think about it that much, but when I think about Chuya drinking this glass of wine...it seems unlucky...

Forget it, why think so much!Just a glass of wine.

I comfort myself like this.

The entrance is hot and warm.But soon, the slight acidity of the lime dilutes the scorching heat, and the aftertaste is a faint orange fragrance.

I don't like licking salt, I always leave a salt line on my cheek after drinking.

At the beginning, he still said me, but later I saw that I insisted on confronting him——

Press the wall of the cup against your face hard, leaving a clearer salt mark on purpose.He didn't say anything anymore, just took off his gloves and silently wiped it off with his warm knuckles.

I, I will print harder next time.

……

Thinking of this, I couldn't help smiling, staring at Lan Yingying's drink in a daze.

But when I looked up and saw the strange and beautiful bartender big sister, I seemed to be cooled by the sound of metal and ice in her hand.

The sweetness of the oranges is gone, and the limes are sour and bitter.

I think my expression must be very distraught.

Otherwise, why would she glance at the suitcase next to me and ask me, "Broken love?"

I leaned on the bar and took a peek at her gentle face.

I don't know if it's the bonus of beauty, or the credit of some drinks, but I suddenly have the desire to talk.

"I...I can't find my husband."

As soon as the soft and aggrieved voice came out, I realized in a daze that I was actually so sad...

She looked at me with a slightly sad look in her eyes.The beautiful eyes are the color of Violet Fitz, dreamy and serene.

I drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and the fine white salt was stained on my face.

The bartender sister handed me a handkerchief.

I shook my head aggrievedly, expressing that I didn't want to follow suit.She indulged my little emotions, and gently dropped her fingers to help me gently wipe it off.

I was indulging in such tenderness for a while, and I just felt that it was not unreasonable to hear a few people passing by say that this bartender is extremely profitable.

"Another Irish Mist, with cream."

I decided to give her more turnover.

She seemed hesitant.

I took out the offensive of warmth, and acted softly at the big beauty: "It's okay, my house is nearby, and the wine is very good~ I'll go home after drinking!"

Maybe she saw that I seemed to be familiar with the bar, so she didn't question me and went to make a drink for me.

……

Although my home is not nearby geographically, from the perspective of supernatural powers, the places I have been to can basically be regarded as "nearby" my home, so I am not lying.

At worst, after drinking, find a corner where there is no one and go back to the detective agency's dormitory to sleep.Anyway, I took the tram only because the world controls too many supernatural beings, and I have to leave some traces to conceal my identity.

……

Irish whiskey and water on the rocks, with a slice of lemon, and my sweetened cream.

The taste is well coordinated.

My mood also improved as the cold wine entered my throat.

The beauties with all kinds of styles are able to mix drinks for other guests on the high platform with ease, and the way they talk and laugh at Yanyan is so dazzling that people can't take their eyes off.

Listening to them talking about last year's summer festival in Osaka, this year's New Year's temple blessings, the annoying new assessment system implemented this season, and the new car and old lover of the "stupid pig" boss...

I'm starting to feel sleepy.

My so-called good wine is actually just getting sleepy quietly and finding a safe place to sleep well.

……

Silently putting down the wine glass that had been warmed by my palm, I swiped the card given to me by the detective agency.

——The excitement is theirs, and I have nothing.

I hypocritically and aggrievedly pulled up my small suitcase in this empty loneliness.

The strong drink made me feel dizzy, and I got up and left the high platform unsteadily.

Turning around and taking a staggered step forward, I crashed into a familiar embrace.

With a nice light woody scent.

My body reacted faster than I could think, and my melted reason turned into hot magma that burned my brain, and after cooling down, it turned into tears and fell down my cheeks.

I clung to this familiar and reassuring embrace, and held on tightly to his little vest.

"Chuya...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

"Zhongye..."

"Zhongye..."

***

The glamorous bartender has been in the job for seven years.

Although it is well-maintained, it is still praised by guests as a girl in her early twenties at the age of 30, a rose so tender that water can be squeezed out.

But roses have thorns.

It knows how to use the dazzling beauty and rich fragrance to stand out in the thorny jungle and reinforced concrete, and also knows how to use the sharp thorns hidden under the beauty to drive away the poisonous insects with malicious intentions.

Her experience is not as delicate as her appearance.

……

When she noticed that this obedient and soft girl had slammed into the arms of the guest in a daze, her heart rose fiercely.

The outstanding appearance is the focus of the crowd and the center of the topic everywhere, not to mention the impressive appearance and expensive clothing of Mr. Zhong Yuan.

The breeze brought by walking is enough to stir up the hearts of all.

If one is lucky enough to get a glance from him, I'm afraid it will be difficult to forget such a person for many years to come.

So she can completely understand the mood of the little girls in the store who come to watch and wait every now and then.

——Including the dissatisfied and even resentful eyes they gathered on the little girl in Mr. Zhongyuan's arms at this moment.

……

Mr. Zhongyuan looks fierce, but he is actually a very talkative person.

She originally wanted to use some of her thin noodles to smooth things over and pull the drunken little girl away.

She even felt a little guilty for being soft-hearted to her coquettish promise just now.

But to her surprise - the development of things seems to be quite different from her guess.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who had just got off the plane, came to the familiar bar as usual, but was caught off guard.

He frowned and wanted to push the woman who seemed to be a drunk, but found that the woman got into his arms naturally almost as soon as he bumped in, and even clenched his clothes tightly.

The whole set of movements is so proficient that it seems to have been done thousands of times.

The two, who were basically the same height, were entangled and stuck together like two clay figurines being pressed together.

Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't see the other party's face buried into his side neck at all, but because of intuitive familiarity and inexplicable premonition, he stopped his rough behavior and froze in place.

Tears seeped into the hair on his neck, and then penetrated the barrier and slid to the skin around his neck.

The scorching temperature and lingering affection made Zhong Yuan Zhong also at a loss as to how to deal with it.

The "Chuya" with a strong crying voice was the voice he swore he would never forget.

——The guess in his heart was confirmed, and he even wanted to kill himself on the spot at this moment.

……

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhong Yuanzhong also listened to the low and vague calls, weeping like crying, so sad and pitiful that it broke the heart.

If the voice wasn't so low that only he could hear him, I'm afraid he would be glared at by other men in the bar at this moment, and he would be severely reprimanded.

……

Zhong Yuanzhong also sighed softly, accepting the "surprise" gifted by fate.

**

The bartender lady felt that she heard the voices of broken hearts.

Just when Zhongyuan Zhongya hugged the girl in his arms and coaxed him softly.

—It seems that business will be good tonight.

And don't worry about the girl anymore.

Thinking of her mournful look when she said that she "can't find Mr.", the bartender lady is still amazed at the unbelievable development of this turnaround.

Is it Mr. Nakahara?

She watched the girl who gradually stopped crying under Mr. Zhongyuan's coaxing finally pulled herself out of the other's arms, and looked at Mr. Zhongyuan still full of attachment.

The bartender lady silently stuffed a slice of lime into her mouth.

acid.

When Mr. Zhongyuan met such eyes full of admiration, his face immediately turned red, and his eyes moved around and dodged.

"It's so cute..." The bartender lady sighed from the bottom of her heart, and said that those broken hearts in the bar must have broken into several pieces before they could be put together again.

until……

The little cutie snuggled into Mr. Zhongyuan's arms and pulled away the other's gloves in a delirious manner——

"Why don't you wear a wedding ring... woo woo woo woo..."

This cry was not much louder than the previous cry.

But the bar, which has gradually become quieter since then, makes all the noise very clear.

She even felt a strong dissonance from the shaking of the shaker in her hand.

Obviously, this earth-shattering sound made the bar even more silent at the moment.

Central Plains was not in the mood to care about the surroundings.

He was tortured by the suffocation question.

"..."

——He chose to take out the blue diamond ring he found on the edge of the sofa at his home to be perfunctory.

The woman's intention to reach out that night was so obvious, how could he not have noticed.

……

"Is this..."

Chuya Nakahara held the ring in the palm of his left hand, looked at Aoki Akira who was stuck in his arms and asked cautiously.

Her eyes were red and she was belching slightly.

She looks happier.

"Then you wear it quickly!"

Aoki Akira grabbed the waist of Nakahara Chuya's slim-fit vest with his small hand, unceremoniously squeezed him firmly and shook him.

"..."

"This is your ring."

Zhong Yuanzhong also tried to reason with the drunk.

"?"

"I...my...?"

Aoki Akira let go of Chuya Nakahara's clothes in surprise and confusion, staring blankly at his left hand, obviously unable to figure out why his ring got onto Chuya's hand.

"All right……"

Aoki Akira seemed to be reluctant to accept this strange fact.

Zhong Yuanzhong also breathed a sigh of relief.

See Aoki Akira stretched out his open left hand naturally towards him.

……

…………

………………

Aoki Akira looked at him with big wet eyes.

it is more than words.

……

Nakahara Chuya's hand holding the ring trembled slightly, feeling the suffocation deep in his soul.