I am a writer in the world of sorcery

It was raining every day in Yokohama in the middle of summer, and Gojo Satoru swore it was the most embarrassing summer he had ever lived. Radium Street was built in a huge pit, and there was no drainage system, even though their small basement was connected to a The building is still finished.

The worst rainy day they had ever experienced was that the whole house was almost flooded. Gojo Satoru was standing on the bed, the water had already reached his calf, and he had to find time to quarrel with Osamu Dazai. The content of the quarrel was naturally the broken door.

Their iron door has not been repaired since it was broken by Gojo Satoru. At this moment, he stood at the door and pressed against the door hard to prevent the water from seeping in and making the floor wet and slippery. He turned around and pointed at Osamu Dazai: " Give me the chair, yes, the table is also fine, hurry up!"

"I've let you repair the door a long time ago!"

"Where did you get the money to repair the door?" Gojo Satoru retorted reflexively: "Wait, that bag is the vacuum bag I used to put unfinished desserts in. It can be anything but it—Osamu Dazai!"

Osamu Dazai rolled up the transparent plastic bag in his hand, stretched one of Gojo Satoru's arms and got in, and stood right in front of him, then squeezed the plastic bag into a long strip, and tiptoed to block the strip on the wall. Slit, casually retorted: "Anyway, you never have any dessert left, what vacuum bag do you want?"

Gojo Satoru's teeth itch when he heard that, and then the man stood there and looked at the broken iron sheet carefully. He just lowered his head when he was cleaning the door lock. Under the flickering light, that section of the line looked particularly graceful.

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, withdrew his hand to harass Dazai Osamu, put his whole body weight on the man, and at the same time turned his face sideways, his sharp teeth landed on the small piece of skin, and took a bite .

Osamu Dazai stroked the cat's head on his shoulder: "Are you a dog?"

Gojo Satoru was completely immune to this kind of trash talk. He bit the small piece of skin in his mouth, then stuck out his tongue to lick the tooth marks he had just bitten out, and tightened the ring around Dazai Osamu's waist with a grunt. Between the arms: "I want to live in another place."

Osamu Dazai dragged the big cat on his body to the iron bed: "Sure, do you have anything you like?"

"A villa with a sea view, or a manor in the mountains." Gojo Satoru waved his right arm straight forward: "I used to go to the hot spring manor in Kanagawa in the summer. The watermelons there are relatively fresh, and they are sent to the manor as soon as they are picked. Cut it into smaller pieces."

Osamu Dazai gasped, with a look of shock and jealousy, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Gojo Gojo's head: "I can't afford the manor if I sell you."

"Ah, you were bitten by a mosquito again."

He changed the subject and pointed at Gojo Satoru's neckline. The blue-eyed, beautiful cat was stunned for a moment, and stretched out his hand to grab it unhappily. After a while, a large red patch appeared on his collarbone, and the more he scratched, the more uncomfortable he felt. Look at Osamu Dazai, this man nestled comfortably in the corner of the bed and flipped through his red-covered book completely.

Refreshing, clean.

The man didn't seem to sweat.

In this regard, Gojo Satoru has always admired Osamu Dazai. This man has a calm and natural air. Even in midsummer, he can still go out in his semi-permanent black coat. He calls it his most valuable and decent outfit. He has a special frigid temperament at all times, and his skin is also kind of cool-toned white. Gojo Satoru suddenly had a strange idea.

Does he feel like porcelain?

Osamu Dazai was fascinated by the book, when suddenly a hand climbed up from his ankle to touch his calf, then tightened it with a swish, and before he could react, he was lifted and slipped into the middle of the small broken bed, Gojo Satoru as if venting his anger He fished it into his arms, and it was so hot that he felt like he had turned into a steamer: "I want to live in another place."

Osamu Dazai nestled in his arms, hummed perfunctorily, and turned another page of the book.

Gojo Satoru hugged for a while, then let go, pushed the man forward, and then retracted in disgust: "Why don't you feel cool when you hug him?"

His behavior is simply self-harm. Unlike Osamu Dazai who can wear a three-piece suit all year round, he is a person who is particularly afraid of heat. In the past summer, he would stay in an air-conditioned room with popsicles and watermelons to escape the heat. After performing the no-lower-limit spell, he used the spell to isolate a layer of constant temperature space around his body.

This is the second summer that Gojo Satoru has experienced in this place. He finds it unbelievable and ridiculous when he thinks about it. He actually stayed in this kind of place for so long. It's terrible, it's freezing cold in winter, and there are so many mosquitoes and mice - when he first lost his magic power, he didn't know that he would be bitten all over his body by mosquitoes one day, but now he's used to it.

He didn't care about powerful power and powerful spells, but after he was bitten by mosquitoes on the soles of his feet, he missed the spell power for the first time. It didn't take much, it was enough for him to repel mosquitoes. Mosquito bag, he almost thought he was poisoned or allergic, and planned to go to the hospital for a consultation.

"Why don't the mosquitoes bite you?" He sued Osamu Dazai with a slumped face, "The mosquitoes also know that you are not a good thing?"

"You are so annoying, Teacher Wujo."

As soon as Wujo Satoru heard it, he started to do it!Okay, Osamu Dazai, you don’t love me anymore, I lived with you in this kind of tin hut and I was bitten like this by mosquitoes, in exchange for you saying that you are so annoying?And you still use Lao Tzu as a substitute for dinner. Is it because Lao Tzu is not good-looking that you think about other men all day long?

Osamu Dazai: "I think I'm pretty good-looking too."

If the two of them really fight each other, it's really hard to say who will suffer, but Gojo Satoru insists that he was hurt by the ruthless Osamu Dazai, who hurt DK's fragile heart-even though Osamu Dazai is a year younger than him, and then he was angry. The hot day hurt him again, it was really hot to go to bed, and his fragile mind was not healed at all after the bed, and he was bitten by mosquitoes a few more times.

I still have a little back pain, and my lumbar muscles are strained after playing too many games.

Osamu Dazai turned over comfortably, with his side face pressed against the pillow, and on the premise of looking like a little trash panda, he turned into a little trash panda stuck in the time of the sage.

After a while, he got up, took out a pack of cigarettes from his overcoat pocket on the floor, took out a lit match and lit it, leaning against the head of the bed, with his two long legs crossed comfortably, holding a full body in his hand. Gojo Satoru pinched the hem of his clothes and continued to look at the place where he was interrupted before. Although he was also happy, it was obviously not as good as Dazai Osamu.

"--boom!"

Gojo Wu Leng is in a posture of swallowing mountains and rivers by closing the crumbling broken iron door.

Standing outside the door, Osamu Dazai blinked slowly, the cigarette in his hand was only half smoked.

Even though he was thrown out and his complete body was confiscated, this man still sat at the door and smoked the whole cigarette, and then dusted off the ash. After rushing out and sitting at the door, she still looked very elegant, with a three-piece suit, shiny black leather shoes, and the cuffs rolled up, revealing a nice curve of the wrist.

The dilapidated streets and iron gates were set off by him, and the dilapidated buildings became retro.

The little girls who came and went on the road would look at him more often, and some would come up to chat with him. Dazai stood up after smoking a cigarette, and knocked on the iron door twice slowly: " Can you stop being so squeamish?"

Gojo Satoru retorted inside: "Who is being coquettish!"

Dazai Osamu sighed.

Gojo Satoru was waiting inside for Osamu Dazai to continue talking, but suddenly there was no sound outside. He nestled on the small sofa and watched a movie with the remote control panel. After a few minutes, he didn't know the plot at all. Finally, he couldn't bear it and stood up with his slippers on. Waiting at the door for a while, he opened the door.

— empty.

The person who was thrown to the door by him has long gone. He opened his beautiful blue eyes in disbelief, and thought to himself, Dazai Osamu, you will never come back again. No, I will pack my luggage and live in the hot spring manor. ——

As a result, when he was halfway through packing his luggage, Osamu Dazai, who he had estimated would not return home until midnight, came in early. He looked around the messy house, and Gojo Satoru cleaned it up for a long time and still didn't fill it up. Half of the small backpack, sighed again helplessly.

Gojo Satoru: "?"

Osamu Dazai hurriedly said before being scratched by the cat with a few red marks: "I bought something."

"I can be bought with a few desserts?" Gojo Wu thought, does he look so coquettish?At the same time, he snatched the plastic bag containing three servings of super-sweet creamy edamame Daifuku from Dazai's hands, and inserted the straw into the mouth of the milk tea cup, leaving Dazai with a back view - Dazai waved to the outside: "Move in."

Gojo Satoru turned his face slightly.

There are several large pots of extremely prosperous potted plants, each with yellow, pink and white flowers, with crystal dewdrops on the petals, the fragrance is very fragrant, and it smells very good.

Gojo Satoru sat on the sofa with milk tea in his arms: "Yo Lai Xiang?"

"I prefer to call it evening primrose." Osamu Dazai instructed someone to place the pots of evening primrose around the iron bed, leaving an exit: "Mosquito repellent."

Gojo Satoru had stopped being angry a long time ago, but with his character, he still had to do something twice: "I used to have a very big cherry blossom tree in my yard, and I could see Mount Fuji when I sat under the tree."

Osamu Dazai smiled, as usual, the kind of funny way that can make Gojo Satoru confused. He held the overly beautiful face of his cat, pried open the other's lips to kiss him, and his technique was very good Terrible, it was so good that Gojo Satoru couldn't move even with that little bit of effort. After the kiss, he withdrew his hand, and there was a slight smile in his kite-colored eyes.

"Mount Fuji and evening primrose are the most suitable. However, this mediocre mortal can only see cherry blossoms and snow-capped mountains. He will not understand the beauty of evening primrose until he has gone through all kinds of hardships."

Gojo Satoru rolled his eyes.

This man could call himself a family, he thought, at least he couldn't say such sentences casually.