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It's not that Gojo Satoru didn't think about having a violent fight with Osamu Dazai, or slamming the door again, he now came to the conclusion that Osamu Dazai must have gone too far by pretending that everything was fine before turning around and leaving.

He never cared about where Dazai Osamu would go after he left the house, but this time, he was so angry that he had never done before, thinking that this was not unreasonable?

He has always been the one who makes trouble for others unreasonably, but this time it is his turn to be made trouble for no reason?

To be honest, no matter who stays with Dazai Osamu, the other party will be very tired after a long time. Gojo Satoru has always felt that Dazai Osamu is quite distorted, distorted in every aspect, this person has a condescending desire to control, no Allowing anything to exceed his expectations, when the desire for control overflows, there is a kind of Lao Tzu's right tone, and the means of revealing the desire for control is not a rough way, it is more like an irresistible and subtle induction.

In the final analysis, it is particularly unsound.

He thought to himself that he couldn't go on with this life, or he packed up his luggage and changed his place to live. The half-pack of luggage that Xia Tian packed was still there. Restrainedly recalling how Osamu Dazai lost his composure before.

Suddenly he threw his backpack to the corner, went to the evening primrose, pulled a leaf, and twisted it with his fingertips.

He squatted down again and poked the flower branch: "It's so troublesome, what do you think happened to him?"

Wujo Wu is actually very disgusted to inquire about other people's past. When he had six eyes, he just used six eyes to look at it, which is almost enough. Who in the world has not touched the past, and all living beings are suffering. He is not a bodhisattva on the altar , plus human beings are also quite tough, so it’s over if you just make do with it?

But no.

Xia Youjie’s example told him that not everyone can see things like him. In the past, Jia Ruzi said Wujowu, you are really big-hearted. If everyone is like you, there are no magic spirits in the world, and Dazai Zhi this kind of guy is simply a walking curse generator, with a terrible personality, black mud turned fine, soaked in the river for three days without fading, twisted to the extreme, and emotionally unstable.

Just thinking about it like this, Gojo Gomitsu felt that Osamu Dazai was insane, hopelessly ill, and more troublesome than anyone he had ever met. Do you think Osamu Dazai can pretend that everything is fine?No problem, he just turned his face and said good night to others calmly, and said to go to bed early like a caring lover, but can he say that he is all right?

That is undoubtedly impossible.

After the power outage, all the electronic products in the house could not be used, including the old-fashioned red game console next to the sofa. The game console was a very old model, which was about the same age as the handheld game console that Osamu Dazai was holding in his arms.

In fact, he has always wondered why this person has a hobby of playing game consoles. After all, Osamu Dazai only plays a few games for the mentally handicapped.

Gojo Satoru got happiness from the game after his six-eye card was stuck, so it’s not a bad thing for him to say that the six-eye can’t be used. Sometimes he would touch his eyes contentedly and hope that this kind of happiness can last for a long time. a little.

This red game console was moved back by Osamu Dazai. On the first day after moving back, this man sat on the ground with great interest, hardly moved his nest, curled up his legs, and played racing for a whole day.

The red car avoided all kinds of obstacles in a boring way, without any bumps or bumps. It can be regarded as a classic teaching game video on the Internet, but he didn’t see Osamu Dazai make a mistake in the whole day, and he almost saw himself at the end. Sleepy, he asked incredulously, "Is this thing fun?"

Osamu Dazai said firmly, "It's not fun."

He thought to himself, are you stacking the confusion buff for me?Then Osamu Dazai seemed to know what he was thinking, turned his face sideways and raised his lips, showing an old god's presence and a very unbeatable smile: "This is feelings, you don't understand."

He kicked the man's calf with a straight face, and said, "Get out of the way, I want to play too. Who doesn't have feelings?"Looking through the inventory of the game console, there is also the game he played at the age of 15 with Xia Youjie and Jia Ruzi, who skipped class to go to the game hall, but Xia Youjie is a tasteless Xia Youjie. Now with the emotional filter, I still feel stupid——

As soon as he turned his head, Osamu Dazai rested his chin on the side, with a smile on his lips, and stared at him with a smile. There was a little emotion in his eyes that he didn't understand. Normal people just watched the screen of the game console. Depends on the gamer, Gojo Satoru was stared at by him making him uncomfortable, thinking that your feelings are not the same as mine, and now you are still pretending to be a wolf with a big tail?

He put down the controller of the game console and went to pull Osamu Dazai in the face.

The other party stretched out his arm and blocked it a few times carelessly, then hung it sticky on his body, and barely held down his wrist with the a la carte chicken body technique—Gojo Satoru thought about it, let’s do it, after all Dazai Osamu The fighting power of the chicken is not as good as that of a goose, but the man leaned close to his ear, his tone full of smiles: "Do you think you look like Alice who fell into the rabbit hole?"

Gojo Satoru finally held him down and gave him a hammer.

Afterwards, the man huddled in the corner of the sofa aggrievedly, showing a pitiful look of being spoiled, while forcing Lai Lai that his waist was broken, his hand was broken, alas, he can't do it anymore, He wanted to find a beautiful beam to hang himself on.

Then got hit again.

The more Gojo Satoru thought about it, the more annoying he was, he wanted to leave with his luggage and let this bastard do whatever he liked, after the power outage he scooped up watermelons that wouldn't be cold, and Dazai Osamu might, should, and must be in some woman's house now To deceive people's feelings, but he also felt that Dazai Zhi might be more prone to psychosis than Xia Youjie.

... Humiliated Xia Youjie.

I'm sorry Jie, he apologized to his best friend in his heart without sincerity, opened the corner of the quilt and got in, turned over and over again, and couldn't sleep all night, when it was almost dawn, suddenly the iron door rustled The ground rang twice, he sat up suddenly, walked to the door a few steps and pulled the lock: "I told you Dazai—"

He froze for a moment, then lowered his head: "What's the matter?"

In front of her was a blonde girl who looked as delicate as a doll, wearing a beautiful red dress and holding a small lace umbrella of the same color. That dress might be more expensive than this house.

"I can't find my father." The little girl looked up and pleaded earnestly: "It's going to rain outside, I don't want to dirty my umbrella, can I come in and stay for a while? Someone will pick me up soon .”

He didn't know why he inexplicably felt a little similar to Osamu Dazai from this little girl.

...is an illusion.

"of course can."

Osamu Dazai has been "occupancy" for two full weeks this time. Before, he always disappeared without warning, but no more than three days at most. Gojo Satoru was annoyed enough at the beginning, and these negative emotions didn't bother him for long at all. , that little blond girl was the only novelty in the two weeks. He thought that a little girl of this age would cry and fuss if she got lost, but she sat quietly on the sofa for more than ten minutes.

The man who came to pick her up was very apologetic. He kept the strawberry cake he bought for the little girl as a thank-you gift for bothering her. He also helped repair the circuit. After the call came, the TV screen flickered. After finishing the Pokémon anime, the big yellow mouse hopped and turned on the electricity. The little girl's eyes lit up, and she said coquettishly that she would stay and watch the animation for a while.

The man smiled wryly, and asked if he could bother me for a few more minutes?

Of course Gojo Satoru didn't care. Although he was in a bad mood, he wouldn't refuse a child's request. He glanced at the father halfway, and the father noticed his gaze, turned his face, smiled gently, and put his hand in In the pocket of the black coat.

Gojo Satoru almost showed a rude look at the stranger, but fortunately he restrained himself from rolling his eyes.

How do you look like Osamu Dazai?

When the father and daughter left after watching an episode of Pokémon, he scooped up a piece of strawberry cake and reflected while eating. He was indeed affected by Osamu Dazai, and everyone looked like Osamu Dazai—is this plausible?He didn't engage in meal replacements, and after thinking about it, his nerves suddenly relaxed, and his drowsiness hit him like a mountain, the raindrops outside hit the glass, pattering, Gojo Gou opened the window to let fresh air float in, and went back to bed Slept comfortably all day.

After waking up, he felt refreshed every day. The rain just stopped outside the house. He strolled out to buy a small cake, and came back from a lazy walk. He didn’t step on a single puddle. In this weather, every rain is better than one It was cold, so he bought another down jacket by the way. After thinking about it, he bought another one that was one size smaller.

Don't expect the bastard Osamu Dazai to apologize for admitting his mistake, he thought.

Emotions are actually only for a while, and Gojo Satoru has always been open-minded. On the way back, he saw a small cart selling Kanto cooking, so he bought a cup and took a few skewers of crab meatballs. Seafood has no preference, but the frequency of crab meat on the dinner table is too high, and he gradually got used to it. He has never seen a person who is more afraid of the cold and lazy than Osamu Dazai. Last winter, this person was wrapped in cotton wool everywhere he went. Quiet, it's just a trashy little panda holding a beloved carrot.

Moreover, this person is squeamish and pretentious, eating crabs only eats the peeled crab meat, Gojo Satoru never thought that one day he would be able to take apart a crab completely without any damage.

On the way back, he remembered the stream-of-consciousness movie he watched before. He couldn’t understand the whole process of watching this kind of movie. He dozed off with Dazai in his arms, and harassed the people in his arms when he woke up. Dazai used grapefruit as a body wash. Oddly enough, wearing a thin knitted sweater, you can feel the bones on his body when you tighten your arms.

Gojo Satoru took a deep breath, and pulled up the zipper of the down jacket on his body. It had been cloudy for many days, and the air was moist and cold. There were lovers walking together hand in hand on the side of the road, wrapped in the same thick cotton clothes, he glanced at At a glance, I quickened my pace, and walked 100 meters to an old bookstall, selling some psychological tests all day long and how terrible it is to recover people after a breakup-this kind of nonsense books.

He turned a page and slandered what was written in it, while frowning and thinking that these operations are really useful?He reads very fast, and when he arrived at the door, there were only the last few pages left to read. When he looked up, Osamu Dazai stood a few meters away, looking at him with no emotion. He smelled of perfume, but his coat was changed, and his face was pale. , looking like he's been hungover for days.

"Why did you come back?" Osamu Dazai looked calm, took out his hand in his pocket, and pointed to the door: "I didn't bring the key."

He even wore a pair of soft leather black gloves.

Gojo Satoru stood expressionlessly for a while, then turned around, and smashed the tattered book with a gaudy cover into the trash can with great precision.

"—Are you fucking ashamed to say it?"