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"It's hot!"

Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes and breathed incessantly, like a cat with a scalded tongue. He sat awkwardly in front of the kotatsu table, with his two long legs curled up indiscriminately. All the furniture in Nanami Kento’s house was Pragmatism, it's hot right now, there is a basin of ice under the table, Osamu Dazai reached out to touch the ice basin, and then covered the lower half of his face with his icy fingers.

"It's so hot." He said vaguely.

Xia Youjie grabbed a piece of beef and looked at him speechlessly: "Are you hungry?"

Considering the large number of people and the fact that they are all grown men, Nanami Jianren mixed some teriyaki sauce, cut some ingredients briefly, and made a sukiyaki pot. While waiting for the pot to boil, Osamu Dazai kept humming happily From time to time, he tapped the table twice with his fingertips, and when the soup boiled to bubbles, he actually picked up a piece of hot tofu and swallowed it in one gulp.

Jianren Qihai: "Dazai."

Hiss—" Osamu Dazai stuck his throat, looking like he was about to be scalded to death, he took the ice water from Gojo Gojo, and swallowed it in small mouthfuls: "Because it tastes delicious, Nanami , Just open a bottle of crab wine. "

Jianren Qihai put down the bottle opener in surprise.

The specialties he sent to Osamu Dazai always contained alcohol. Although it is said that alcohol is absolutely prohibited for minors in this country, Nanami Kenren never cared about this, and he didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with drinking at Osamu Dazai's age.

Osamu Dazai has always been different from his peers. Other teenagers still think that drinking is a sign of entering an adult society. When he started to be complacent, he has already learned how to kiss women's hands and haunt all kinds of sensual places with a smile. Said that drinking is one of the few hobbies, just like the drug abuse he once tried.

There is a saying called "light drinking", which refers to a healthy and satisfying drinking method. It is very elegant and has always been advocated by gentlemen and wives who have money and leisure. Yinkichi Kosuge should be such a person. In the harmonious spring, Under the cherry blossom tree, use a delicate small porcelain cup to have a drink slowly, or accompany a wandering girl, stand on the veranda with the wine, and look at the fireworks in the world below with a chuckle.

But the actual Osamu Dazai could almost be called an alcoholic.

Eight canned crab meat, seven bottles of crab wine, two days and one night.

He has a good capacity for alcohol, never gets drunk, and his mind is very clear at any time. His house is always empty at first, and then filled with these empty cans and bottles, and his face will not turn red when he drinks too much. Instead, it became paler.

After all, drinking is the highest etiquette as long as you don’t get drunk and cause trouble for others. Osamu Dazai has implemented this rule extremely well. He is not dependent on alcohol, but simply loves the feeling of the liquid burning through the throat and the alcohol washing the brain .

"You are really sick." Looking at him, Xia Youjie commented.

Osamu Dazai smiled nonchalantly, his mood was almost exaggerated, and everyone noticed his joy. He hummed a song, briskly scooped a spoonful of soup into his mouth, and turned his face to look at the people outside the window. Tian Guang scooped up another spoonful of soup. The way he drank the soup was very unique. He didn't need to look at his eyes, his upper body was straight, the spoon was horizontal, and his posture was light and graceful.

Gojo Satoru kept his eyes open, watching Dazai Osamu's every move.

[How did he grow into what he is now?That's weird, eh—would the Tsushima family raise their children that way?Surely not, then would his former teacher raise him like a little girl?No way. ]

[It must be Osamu Dazai himself. ]

No matter what time period women are, they will love Osamu Dazai. He is completely different from the conjurer that Gojo Satoru is familiar with, and he is out of place-sometimes he thinks of the red cherry with a fragile and beautiful appearance presented to him by the maid in his childhood. Sometimes he would think of those women of real noble birth.

After all, in this day and age, the Chinese have long since disappeared in this country.

It is said that the last noble lady, that beautiful lady, had passed away decades ago, but the true Chinese style pursued by the Yusan family has been passed down from generation to generation. They were all cocooned, and when they got impatient, they sneered and went back.

"You ask me for these things, but have you ever seen a real Chinese?"

No.

The so-called Yusanjia is just a vulgar guy who sticks to the coffin tablet. Those Chinese styles are all imitated by people for hundreds of years. Yi Le, a low-ranking official who bets his life before the imperial court, what six eyes, what ten shadow spells, what is the responsibility of a conjurer as the strong to protect the weak——

In those days, dogs were used to amuse big people.

Gojo Satoru thought about it, and couldn't help showing a smile. Dazai Osamu finished his soup, and grabbed the roasted chicken legs with his bare hands. A bowl of hot soup made his face more bloody, and finally he didn't look so pale anymore. Gojo Satoru observed for a while, took Dazai Osamu's bowl, and filled it up again.

Osamu Dazai watched his movements, smiled softly, and said, Mr. Gojo, I want to eat crabs.

He pointed to the crab that was disassembled by Jianren Qihai, and naturally tapped the crab legs with his fingertips to peel them off completely. It's a beautiful smile.

Gojo Satoru froze for a long time with an unfathomable expression, before he stretched out his claws and pulled a fat crab leg over. He was already close to Osamu Dazai, and with a flick of his elbow, the two touched each other. It was warm outside. The wind blew in, shaking Dazai Osamu's hair slightly.

Gojo Satoru actually doesn't know how to peel crabs.

He is a person who is very afraid of trouble. He has never looked at crabs, which require a lot of effort. Osamu Dazai took another crab leg and peeled it slowly. His technique is much better. He peeled off a whole piece of crab meat, and then he gently pinched it with two fingers, occasionally dipped in the sauce, and took a small bite from time to time.

- Be complete.

Gojo Satoru replaced the crab legs one by one. He always easily crushed the crab shell, and then scratched and scratched it into pits. Once, he accidentally squeezed the crab meat into two pieces due to too much strength.

Jianren Qihai rubbed the center of his brows, and didn't express his opinion. He looked distressed, but there was an imperceptible curvature at the corner of his mouth.

Xia Youjie drank wine from a glass, and went to grab the beef comfortably. He was wearing a black pullover and black trousers. , can only be replaced.

Not good, Osamu Dazai suddenly remembered something, not good, I must have the smell of sukiyaki on my body, he said, it would be too bad to be found when I went back later, Nanami Jianren sighed and used lemon juice Spraying it with water on the clothes can remove the smell, forget it, you can change my shirt first in case of emergency.Xia Youjie habitually wanted to cover his hands with his sleeves, but his hand was empty, ah, I ate everything, so I went back like this, no matter what others found, just kill the ignorant monkey.

Gojo Satoru raised his head in confusion, holding a piece of crab shell between his fingers.

I told Yi Dizhi to swipe the card immediately to buy a new set of clothes, wouldn't it be over?

……

silence.

The three opened their eyes wide and stared at him for a long time.

"... Where is the eldest lady?" Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes, satirizing all of them with jealousy, and said in a sour tone, "Wow, he is a rich man."

Jianren Qihai said expressionlessly, "Master."

"Wu, I remember you cost 25 yen for a shirt?" Xia Youjie suddenly leaned back, with a very innocent tone: "Sorry, should I say such things at this time?"

Gojo Satoru: ...

The white-haired cat didn't hold back the strength in his hands, and with a click, the crab leg broke in two again. This was the last crab leg. After he had been busy for a long time, the crab shells in front of him piled up into a hill, and the plate was full of The messy pieces of minced meat are only a small ball when gathered together.

He calmed down for a few seconds, his eyelashes trembling.

Anyone who is familiar with this cat knows that he is about to bark.

Osamu Dazai decisively pushed the new plate at his hand over, which contained the whole crab meat that he had peeled at some time, and quickly took the plate that condensed the fruits of Gojo Satoru's hard work, and put it in front of him. .

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow.

"How do you eat so little?"

Osamu Dazai did not stop his chopsticks, but after such a long time, all the ingredients were consumed, but Osamu Dazai only drank a bowl of soup and a small chicken leg. He peeled the crab for a long time, but Osamu Dazai I didn't even finish a single piece of crab meat.

There was still half a glass of wine left in the glass, and most of the bottle of crab wine was drunk by Xia Youjie and Qihai Jianren.

"I'm not hungry at all." Osamu Dazai smiled at him: "Mr. Gojo, would you like to drink some wine?"

"No."

Osamu Dazai covered his heart, acting as if he had been greatly shocked: "Obviously you would have promised me before, and Wild Rose Sauce was right. Once the man falls asleep... eh!"

Gojo Satoru covered Dazai Osamu's mouth hard, so stiff that Nanami Kento turned his head in disbelief for a moment.

As expected of being the strongest, Gojo Satoru's desire to survive was instantly aroused. He snatched Osamu Dazai's wine glass without hesitation, and played the correct strategy based on his intuition. He put down the empty glass and looked directly at Osamu Dazai. He hesitated to speak.

Then he fell headfirst on the table.

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes, and his fingers gently ran through the snow-white hair. The white-haired cat didn't notice it at all, but being combed by someone can bring instinctive pleasure, so he turned his face sideways, and the soft hair rubbed against it again. rubbed that hand.

"Ah." Osamu Dazai laughed softly, "The capacity for alcohol is still so bad."

Xia Youjie put down his chopsticks, looked at the mess on the table, felt a little embarrassed, and offered to ask, "Qihai, I'll help you wash the dishes."

"Thank you very much." Jianren Qihai said, "The dishwasher broke down two days ago, and I haven't had time to fix it yet."

Osamu Dazai pretended not to hear, slumped on the sofa angrily, found a random place to nest, waited for Xia Youjie and Qihai Jianren to pack up the tableware and went to the kitchen, he sat up, resting his left hand on the table on the table, looking intently at the backs of the two of them.

It's as if there is something rare about the most common housework.

……

When Qihai Jianren cleaned the kitchen and was about to clean the living room, but there was no sign of Osamu Dazai, he went around the room, went everywhere, but still saw no one, Xia Youjie heard the movement, walked out, Think for a moment.

He might be on the rooftop, he said.

Jianren Qihai snorted, put down the rag and went to the roof, walked to the door, and held the doorknob: "Dazai?"

At this time around [-] o'clock in the evening, at dusk, you can see Mount Fuji from the rooftop. Mount Fuji is also dyed with the color of the setting sun, and the sky is burnt and red.

Osamu Dazai put on his black coat again, the red scarf was loosely draped over the collar, hanging down, his hands were put in the coat pockets, his arms were wrapped with bandages, and the place where he stepped was very close to the edge of the roof, Clothes and scarves sway in the wind.

As if he could fall into the setting sun at any time.

Jianren Qihai looked at the figure from behind, and a huge panic suddenly surged in his heart, and his heartbeat seemed to freeze suddenly.

"—— Dazai!"

"Yeah, Nanami."

"You're standing in a place like this..."

Osamu Dazai turned around, the afterglow of the setting sun fell into his eyes, he smiled slightly, and interrupted Nanami Jianren gently: "I want to ask you something."

"From seven o'clock in the evening on October 31st to midnight on November [-]st, five hours." He said softly, "Stay at home."

"please."