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Wujo Wu startled Xia Youjie when he woke up.

He opened his eyes: "Where's Dazai Osamu?"

It's true that Gojo Satoru's drinking capacity is terribly light, but his monster-like physical resilience is also true. Ordinary people sleep all night when drunk, but he only needs ten minutes to wake up. His thinking is also very fast. At most 1 minute can pass in the mind of a second, and Gojo Satoru can flash three years in the mind of a second.

He slept for 10 minutes, had some dreams, and when he woke up, he forgot all of them, but there were some residual emotions in his heart.

Joy and trouble, novelty and resistance.

Xia Youjie: "Rooftop?"

Wujo Gou stepped forward with his long legs and walked towards the roof without hesitation. He took three steps at a time. He didn't knock on the door, but pushed the iron door open. Hearing the sound, Osamu Dazai turned around and saw He was a little surprised when he saw him, and then he bent his eyes, and the brilliant sunset fell on his face, and his expression turned out to be gentle.

Gojo Satoru held the doorknob and froze on the spot. He paused for a while, and his beautiful blue eyes widened like the sky, as if a meteor had fallen into the clear blue sea.

Enchanted.

Bang bang.

It's so beautiful, he thought, at this moment he completely put aside those previous entanglements, stepped forward in three steps in two steps, stretched out his hand, and easily fished Osamu Dazai into his arms, until now he is still better than this The person was nearly ten centimeters taller, so he bowed his back lazily and lay on the opponent's shoulder like a cat.

Osamu Dazai put his hands in his pockets, didn't react, and didn't panic, he said slowly, "What are you doing?"

His tone was light and fluttering, without any weight. Gojo Satoru lay on the ground for a while, feeling his jaw hurt from the man's bones, turned his face sideways, his white hair curled up in a mess, and rubbed on the side of Dazai Osamu's neck, two The arms were tightened again, and he asked vaguely, "Why are you so thin?"

He made a gesture, and the current Osamu Dazai is so light that he can hold it with one hand without using any surgery at all, with a pointed chin, so light that only a handful of bones remain.

This is really not the physique that a grown man should have.

Gojo Satoru's white hair looks very unruly, but in fact it feels very good in the hand. Osamu Dazai raised his hand and stroked it twice, while humming casually. He has rarely had physical contact with people these years, let alone a man like Gojo Satoru. Lie down and hug.

But he didn't feel any discomfort.

The 28-year-old Gojo Satoru is a threat to the 15-year-old Dazai Osamu. His six eyes are all-seeing and all-seeing, making him feel that he has nothing to hide. But for the 22-year-old Dazai Osamu, the 28-year-old Gojo Satoru is simple and thorough. Like an ignorant child, he wobbled and reached for the plastic stars he had never seen before.

It's so easy to understand.

His turbid malice can be thrown to Zhongya Zhongyuan, Xia Youjie, but not to the current Gojo Satoru——Osamu Dazai is not going to make trouble for nothing, let a person who is in contact with feelings for the first time go through the sword first The mountain is alive again.

If it was Mori Ogai, he could jump off the building in front of him. The expression on that crazy man's face must be very funny, but Gojo Satoru... no.

Anyway, that's where they meet.

After all, Gojo Satoru does nothing to his students' feelings, it belongs to unreservedly surrendering his kindness, that kind of kindness is pure and does not contain any impurities, the older Dazai Osamu, the more he knows the value of such a person, he thought , while removing his hand.

"……I say."

Gojo Satoru propped up his body, hesitating, but he was unwilling to let go, so he maintained this awkward posture: "How old are you now?"

"22."

"Then we - eh... when you were 22 years old." The white-haired man buried his face on Dazai Osamu's shoulder again, his voice was muffled, and the question was also nonsensical: "What are we doing?"

Dazai was silent for a few seconds.

Of course he understood.

What a crime, he thought.

The incident on the cruise ship happened half a day ago to Gojo Satoru, but to Osamu Dazai, he was asked to clean up the mess he made four years ago. He recalled his great achievements over the years, staring at the Looking at his white-haired head for a while, he realized for the first time that it was not without reason that Nakahara called him a bastard and crazy.

"I said before, Mr. Gojo, long time no see." Osamu Dazai said nonchalantly, "It's been a long time since we met."

Gojo Satoru blinked, his eyes widened all of a sudden, and his expression changed from pretending to be calm to cracking. Wait, is it true that my future self will be burnt out by Six Eyes in order to have such an ending?

After he recognized his own mind, his thoughts were very simple. He knew that his future self and Osamu Dazai were lovers, and now he also likes Osamu Dazai——

Then, I have a lover.

The dog-blooded Yamato drama and the live-action version of Yusanjia's dog-blooded drama that he had seen in the past suddenly filled his mind, and the more Gojo Satoru thought about it, the more shocked he became, and the more he thought about it, the more he shouldn't.

I?

Like those idiots?

Separated from wife?

In the TV series, the tragic scene of a middle-aged man being kicked out of the house by his wife for taking away his pension and living in a park all slipped out. The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. Finally, his mood suddenly became gloomy, and he surrounded Dazai Meow meow: "Why!"

Osamu Dazai: ...

He can probably guess what Gojo Satoru is thinking. With this person's overly egoistic personality, he is not surprised that he can think of a bunch of strange things. Anyway, self-confidence is the right thing to do. He is still thinking about how to make this person give up this kind of thing completely. Absurd and absurd speculation, the white-haired cat has already pulled him unhappily, and tilted his head: "Aren't we lovers?"

Dazai's body froze.

Gojo Satoru felt the reaction of his body, and was even more unhappy, seeing that the shape in front of him was correct, as long as the man fell asleep, he would become another person, and then I'm going to sleep in the park, Zhijun? "

You have to sleep in the prison gate, Osamu Dazai thought helplessly.

"Do you think I'm someone who would have a lover?" Osamu Dazai lazily threw the question back: "It doesn't matter how you look at it."

He suddenly felt a stabbing pain in the back of his neck.

It’s not right, it’s too exaggerated to call this level of pain. Gojo Satoru had two canine teeth, and now he’s grinding that small piece of skin with those two teeth. It's just a cat who doesn't know how to act like a spoiled child, his eyes became a little subtle, and finally he sighed.

"Stay away from me, Gojo-sensei." He said calmly.

This is the little conscience of a dying person, Dazai Osamu thought about it again, and felt that it was enough-although Gojo Satoru was not as twisted and twisted as the officials he had dealt with over the years, he still had it anyway. is a wise man.

The white-haired conjurer whimpered and hugged Dazai Osamu, refusing to let go.

How can it be farther away?

He came up with the answer without any hesitation. Osamu Dazai’s words were forgotten after he heard them. To give an inappropriate example, it’s like a child who can’t help but eat a whole can of candy when he comes into contact with candy for the first time. And a pleasant emotion - love, he defined this emotion on his own, and couldn't help but look forward to the future.

Even if this Osamu Dazai still looks a little off, he won't know for a moment what makes his gut whine, but that's okay.

—They still have a lot of time.

The Osamu Dazai he knew was just 16 years old, and the man in front of him was only 22 years old, and it was still a long way before Osamu Dazai's hair became as white as his own, and the corners of his eyes were wrinkled.

Gojo Satoru twiddled the hair on the side of Dazai Osamu's ear, which was curly and soft, and a black strand wrapped around his finger. His emotions came and went quickly, and he soon became happy again.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows and lowered his eyes: "What?"

"I'm thinking about what you look like when you're old." Gojo Satoru replied honestly: "To be honest, it's hard to imagine that all the old men I've seen are a bunch of rotten oranges, but I think you should be very beautiful when you're old." .”

"The blessings of the eclipse are not over yet." He said, "So in a few days I will be able to meet someone who is older than you. By the end, I guess you will be an old man?"

Osamu Dazai paused, some disgust appeared on his face.

Not to mention Gojo Satoru, he never thought that he would grow old.

He can't wait to die now, Nakahara Nakaya was sent to Italy on a business trip by him, and the detective agency also received his letter, and what's wrong with dying earlier?In Nakahara Chuya's words, his life is a big trouble, not to mention that he himself can't bear himself to continue living.

Be a troublesome old man?

Osamu Dazai smiled inexplicably, and rubbed the head of the white-haired cat casually: "Forget it, Mr. Gojo, can you relieve the influence of the solar and lunar eclipse? I have an important meeting arranged tomorrow , if it is delayed, it will lead to very serious consequences."

"My disqualification in the world doesn't work on this kind of power, and the magic power has nothing to do with this kind of power."

The white-haired conjurer raised his head, reluctantly: "It's possible...but?"

I do not want?

Gojo Satoru originally wanted to refuse directly, but he caught the very short-lived trace of anxiety on Dazai Osamu, and this Dazai Osamu has been tight since he appeared in front of him. This emotion almost made him think that he had an illusion.

It is not impossible to use six eyes to destroy the blessing of the eclipse. He originally planned to bring back Osamu Dazai in the correct timeline in a straightforward manner from the beginning, but the mind of watching the excitement and the desire to explore are even better.

He was very curious a long time ago how Osamu Dazai developed his character today, but the older he is, the more he seems to be covered in a layer of fog. The fog is getting thicker and thicker, and his six eyes have changed from not seeing clearly to directly Can't see anything.

Gojo Satoru's feeling was not wrong, Osamu Dazai looked calm and composed on the surface, but as the hands of the watch turned round and round, he was already extremely anxious and irritable.

"Teacher Wujo, it's not good to let the future me see you?"

Osamu Dazai smiled, ran one hand over the white-haired man's beautiful face, and gently kissed the Cangtian pupil that he always thought was very beautiful, Gojo Satoru blinked in bewilderment, and the white eyelashes trembled Trembling again.

"I like beautiful people. If I see you at the age of 50, when I go back, I will meet the 62-year-old Gojo Satoru." Osamu Dazai said softly: "What's more, seeing your lover grow old first, yes I'm too unfair."

"Hurry up." He smiled and held the wrist of the white-haired conjurer: "Dispel the effect of the eclipse spell for me."