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Because of Osamu Dazai's injury this time, Chuya Nakahara stayed briefly among the port mafia.

The long absence between him and Osamu Dazai seems to have returned to the past. When Osamu Dazai was tired, he would tell him that he didn't want to continue, and then pushed some irrelevant documents to Chuya Nakahara, so that Chuya Nakahara Also help him read, extract important words and sentences and push them to him.

Regarding Dazai Osamu's behavior, Nakahara was silent for a while, and rarely refuted, he said: "It's just like this?"

You must know that when he and Osamu Dazai were partners before, not to mention that it was just a division of labor, Osamu Dazai would never touch the work of reporting to Mr. Mori.

He famously said: "Every time I go out on a mission, I have to use my brain. These little things must definitely be handled by Zhong Ye, right?"

Then Lai is upright and righteous in Zhongye Zhongye's office, nestling on the black leather sofa, or reading novels or playing games to pass the time. In short, no matter what you say, when you are working in Zhongye Zhongyuan, Showing his laid-back side is simply childish and laughable.

Osamu Dazai seemed a little surprised by Chuya Nakahara's attitude. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Chuya would say that's all? I thought Chuya would just throw the report in my face and tell me .”

"Get out, bastard, who wants to help you deal with things together."

He also learned the same way from Central Plains, not only the tone of voice, but also the idiosyncrasy at the end of the language.

Unexpectedly, he didn't show any emotion, and he read it with a deadpan expression, which made people laugh.

Zhong Yuan also said: "If you want, I can do the same to you now."

Osamu Dazai dropped the report neatly, nestled on the sofa beside him, took off his suit and threw it on the ground.

Wearing a dark suit on the scarlet carpet, Osamu Dazai was wearing a white shirt, with his fluffy hair stretched lazily like a cat, half-squinting his eyes at Chuya Nakahara, his tone deliberately dragging It's very long, and he said it in a coquettish tone.

"No, Zhong also has to watch this place carefully, maybe someone will come to assassinate Zhong Ye."

Zhongyuan Zhongye responded without raising his head, "If you come, stay here."

His words are domineering, but the domineering fits Chuya Nakahara's temperament very well, making Osamu Dazai couldn't help laughing. This is the first time that Osamu Dazai really smiled after they met this time. His eyes were curled up with a smile, and he said, "Chuya, you are so conceited."

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that his adjective was not right. He said, "What are you doing? Can't I have such a conceit?"

Nakahara also felt that he should have this confidence, but Dazai Osamu, did something happen to him?This sudden sentence doesn't look like Osamu Dazai.

But when he turned to look at Osamu Dazai and wanted to ask questions, he found that Osamu Dazai had closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

When he fell asleep, he was so obedient, the sun's light shone on his face, revealing an unreal paleness.

Almost morbid.

Nakahara has also seen Dazai Osamu's sleeping face countless times, so he knows Dazai Osamu's light sleep better than anyone else.

So Zhong Yuanzhong also deliberately lowered the sound of turning over the documents. He looked at the densely packed documents in front of him. A folder symbolized countless contracts of money, but he didn't enter a few lines at all. He just thought about it.

Recently, something happened that I don't know about?

Not only Atsushi Nakajima was on the go all year round, but even Osamu Dazai looked like he had stayed up for a long night.

·

Life in the Port Mafia was rarely a little more laid-back.

Osamu Dazai was pressured by him to go to bed every day. Although he was very dissatisfied, he still succumbed to Nakahara Chuya's fist. After a few days of raising him, his morbid paleness finally healed a bit.

She will no longer look sleepy, and will soon close her eyes and sleep forever, with a little rosiness on her cheeks.

Before the banquet that Osamu Dazai usually goes to once a month, Nakahara also received a set of high-end suits that had been custom-made some time ago. The texture of velvet was the size of Osamu Dazai.

When Nakahara Chuya received it, he was still a little surprised, because Osamu Dazai's materialistic desire was not very high, and he was even a little unaccustomed to clothes of this quality. gone?"

When he was at home, Osamu Dazai, who usually nestled on the sofa, showed a pair of eyes, blinked, and explained briefly: "No, but I want to discuss a business."

So Zhong Yuanzhong also understood what he meant, and he asked, "Do you want me to accompany you?"

Osamu Dazai seemed a little surprised, and finally he showed a soft smile, his iris-colored eyes looked like a pool of flowing spring water in front of Chuya Nakahara, and he said: "I don't need it this time, but I may ask Chuya to do it separately." one thing."

What Osamu Dazai said was about an auction in the city three days later. He promised that person to attend the auction, but he really couldn't spare the time.

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought about it: "So, do you need me to help you support the scene?"

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes with a smile, and echoed, "Yes, let them see the first face of the port mafia."

As soon as I heard Osamu Dazai was teasing, Nakahara also glanced at him angrily, and said, "If you have the time to tell me these things here, why don't you go and see your work first?"

Osamu Dazai quickly silenced his voice, and began to try to pretend that he couldn't hear it at all.

Nakahara Chuya was amused by the way he threw the rogue, and threw him a psp speechlessly. Osamu Dazai didn't need to look back at all, and took the psp thrown by Nakahara Chuya with a raised hand. Also, remember that I am your leader, as a subordinate, you can't touch your boss at every turn."

Zhong Yuanzhong also clicked his tongue: "Come to fight?"

So, the two men who stomped their feet in the port mafia could make the entire port mafia tremble, lived in this small villa, played games all afternoon, and beat the PSP that had been suspended for more than half a year to the highest level. Records are set again and again.

In the end, Osamu Dazai's score was slightly higher than Chuya Nakahara's by ten points, so he instructed Chuya Nakahara to cook crab meat stew for him for another three nights.

After eating, he obediently took the bowl to wash the dishes.

When Osamu Dazai and Nakahara lived together, he learned many skills that he thought were not so useful, but these skills made Nakahara Nakaya happy.

When it came time to go to the auction, Zhong Yuanzhong didn't feel any nervousness. For him, it was just a simple business trip.

Osamu Dazai sent him to the ferry after a long absence.

Xi Wei in the distance broke through the morning light slightly, and the faint light fell on the face of Dazai Zhizhi, and he said: "Zhong will come back safely."

This sentence made Zhongyuan Zhong also raise his eyebrows: "Those who don't know think that I won't be able to come back this time."

Osamu Dazai didn't speak anymore, he took a fixed look at Nakahara Chuya, then smiled, and said in a low voice as if comforting himself: "It's okay, I'm here."

He said this sentence very lightly, so he didn't hear such a sentence in the Central Plains on the messy ferry.

He just saw Osamu Dazai's smile, which was a little indescribably subtle, and he didn't know why he suddenly recalled the first time he used dirty in front of Osamu Dazai.

The ferry drove away, and the sparkling sea was covered with layers of waves. Nakahara Nakaya stood on the deck and looked at the shore. Dazai Osamu was standing on the shore. The sea breeze blew the red scarf around his neck, like It was scarlet like weeping blood.

Nakahara couldn't help but frowned, Dazai Osamu's series of abnormal actions made his mind involuntarily think about it.

He looked down at the railing in front of him and sighed softly.

Said in an affirmative tone: "He is lying to me."

It was definitely not an ordinary auction, there was waiting for something that even Osamu Dazai found troublesome, but in Osamu Dazai's heart, he was not someone who could share such a secret.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't know what kind of mood he should have at this moment, and he didn't seem to think about anything.

It's just that there is a force in his heart that supports him and tells him that he is unwilling to admit defeat.

He wants to knock out a gap from the fog that Osamu Dazai created for him.

·

Linshi is not too far away, but it takes only two hours by ferry.

Nakahara Zhongya saw the people who came to pick him up when he got out of the car. People in dark suits stood in front of a row of cars. Zhongyuan Zhongya nodded towards them. After confirming his identity, he got into the first car. car.

The driver for him was a plainly dressed woman. Although she wore glasses and other accessories and looked very neutral, Nakahara Chuya, who grew up in the port mafia, recognized her identity at first sight.

But Zhong Yuanzhong didn't point it out, he just closed his eyes a little tired.

In the past few days, he urged Osamu Dazai to sleep, but the work will not be reduced just because Osamu Dazai has less time to deal with it. The time Dazai Osamu falls asleep is all Nakahara Nakahara is also helping him with those tasks.

After staying up for several days in a row, my body naturally felt a little uncomfortable.

Zhongyuan Zhong also rested for a while, and then arrived at the destination. Among the tall buildings, there stood a resplendent auction house. Zhongyuan Zhongye got out of the car.

In the foggy weather, he was keenly aware of several lines of sight falling lightly on him.

He smiled and turned his head to look back, his eyes sweeping over one by one.

The subordinates behind him whispered, "Master Chuya, have you discovered something? Do we need to strengthen our vigilance?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also shook his head, his ice blue eyes curled up, and he said briskly.

"unnecessary."

He just took a cursory look and saw no less than four teams of people. He didn't know which enemy of Osamu Dazai they were, but nothing less.

Tonight, he probably could stretch his muscles and bones, and vent some of the anger that he had received from Dazai and could not be vented to Dazai.

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