Stand-in messenger at the winery

The cigarette was a thin one, and a little light from the fire illuminated Shaluo's hands, on which were the nails designed by Luhan.

She moved the smoke closer to her face, and her slightly raised lips and a short section of her white and small chin were also covered by the hazy light. Sharo had tied up her hair before, revealing her neck that was as fragile as white porcelain. But there are still a few strands of hair dangling around her temples and ears.

It started to rain suddenly outside, the weather in summer is always like this, the rain is unpredictable, just like people's hearts, the raindrops hit the thin glass of the partition, like a rapid drumbeat, beating on Lu Han's chest, It made him feel an unspeakable feeling of suffocation, which seemed to ferment into a kind of irritability and slight dizziness rushing to his forehead under the smell of nicotine.

He would never admit that it was caused by being too focused on looking at the person in front of him and forgetting to breathe for a while.

But even so, he didn't take out a pen to record this picture, perhaps because the interior of the smoking room was too narrow, so narrow that he could touch Shaluo's forehead and see himself in her eyes as long as he lowered his head.

Shaluo had already taken a puff, and the smell of tobacco rushed into her mouth, causing her to salivate for a while, but her throat soon became dry, and she gently held the cloud of smoke in her mouth, squinting her eyes slightly, and felt it carefully With such a taste.

Why is gin obsessed with smoking?Sha Luo has always had this doubt in his heart.

He drank, but he had never been drunk. Although she had never seen Gin with a woman when she was here, he was not completely unfeminine, but women obviously wouldn't make him lose control... Appetite?The corners of Sha Luo's eyes drooped a little, sometimes he was like a monster without a sense of taste.

Only cigarettes, for Shaluo, smelled bad at first but had to get used to it in the end. Gin never left his body, perhaps to keep himself awake, but Shaluo once secretly counted gin for a day How much will be smoked within, that amount obviously does not match the amount needed just to wake up.

This habit even forced Gin to use cologne, something that might expose himself, otherwise it would be too eye-catching if there were always people covering their noses to avoid wherever he passed.

She exhaled the smoke, but the taste at the root of her tongue still lingered for a long time, she subconsciously stretched out a small part of her tongue to breathe, the spicy feeling made her uncomfortable.

The moisture brought by the rain outside spread into the compartment along the gap, making Sha Luo's breathing a lot heavier, but it helped her relieve some of the dryness of her throat.

"Is it so spicy?" Kishibe Rohan naturally took the remaining half of the cigarette in her hand, and his fingertips felt a little wet, which was obviously not caused by the rain—he saw that Shaluo was still moist in the night. He moved his eyes slightly, and saw a light red lip mark on the cigarette holder.

He sniffed the smoke across the tip of his nose, and sure enough, besides the tobacco, there was a faint smell of chocolate, which seemed to be sweet.

"It doesn't matter what I say, you'll know if you try it?" Sha Luo has finished recollecting the feeling just now, she didn't choke, firstly, the taste is familiar, and secondly, she just sucked the ham in her mouth, and didn't feel any pain. over the lungs.

Turning around, she saw Lu Ban studying the cigarette over and over in front of her eyes, as if wishing she could poke the butt of the cigarette into her nose.

"It's almost gone." So Sha Luo kindly reminded.

The rain has been sparse, it seems that this is just a shower.

So, Luhan took a deep breath, and the sparks almost turned into a cluster of flames, burning all the way back, and then Shaluo saw him close his eyes.

He should be the same as himself, trying to feel this taste as much as possible, right?Sharo thought so, and moved a little closer.

I didn't have a mirror just now, I didn't know what I looked like when I smoked for the first time, but now I have such a sample in front of my eyes, I don't look at it for nothing.Moreover, according to Shaluo's estimation, Lu Ban's stubborn temperament should be able to bear it even if he is choked.

Luban was 1.7 meters five, and Sha Luo had to stand on his toes to observe carefully.

Then, she was blown across the face by the smoke.

Oh, Lu Ban really held back his cough, and Sha Luo closed his eyes like him, and a few crystal tears flowed from the corners of his eyes—they were just smoked!

Opening his eyes again, the throbbing veins on the other side's forehead hadn't calmed down yet, while the nerves on the top of Shaluo's head had already started to twitch.

Expressionlessly, she stretched out that slender hand, a little light reflected from the nails, and quickly disappeared into the fist.

With one punch, Shaluo heard a heart-piercing cough with satisfaction, even mixed with a few retches——

Let you blow air in her face!She swears, this guy Lu Ban definitely, definitely did it on purpose!

Because the venue was too small, when Lu Ban coughed, the pendant on his earlobe still hit Sha Luo's face, so she kept trying to take off his ear pendant without stopping.

"Ahem, you," Lu Ban's eyes were also clouded with tears, of course it was purely from the heat and the pain, "You are murdering!"

"How can this be called murder?" Sha Luo patted him on the shoulder with a smile. "For couples, it's called beating, kissing, scolding, or love."

Lu Ban's cough became worse, and he felt his earlobe was cold, as if he had been pinched quickly, and then he lost something very important.

My heartbeat seems to have stopped for a beat, what is it important?Through his tears, he saw Shaluo flaunting his power with an earring in his hand.

Luhan swears that in his life, he has never seen a woman he hates more than Shaluo.

"No?" On the way back, Shaluo played with the pen-shaped earrings in his hand, raised his head slightly, deliberately found an angle under the streetlight, and smiled mockingly at Lu Ban, "Then your life is too barren."

Obviously, Luhan and Shaluo have always told the truth—they never concealed their differences, and the Japanese politeness and euphemism, which are in effect at any time and any place, are like goldfish spitting bubbles in an instant. disappear.

Sha Luo's words immediately stepped on Lu Ban's sore feet, "Are you kidding—" he pointed his thumb at himself, "I'm a young manga writer with 'Heaven's Gate'! Anyway... only 'boring' It's impossible, and you can't have anything to do with me!"

"So, do you still remember our bet?" Sha Luo oh~ said, "I've already found very, very greeeeat material." Brother Jousuke, let me use your oral habit." Have you gained anything?"

"Hmph," Lu Ban folded her arms, "this is only the first day."

...That's right, Shaluo's footsteps were out of the sense of melody, and she seemed to have seen Harley running into her arms.

Meanwhile, Yokohama, Lupine bar.

"Hey, Oda Tsukuru," half paralyzed on the table, Osamu Dazai let his face not wrapped in gauze touch the cold table as much as possible, for which he unconsciously writhed, "That book is so Does it look good, even take it out when drinking?"

On the cover, the words "London Ghost Story" are succinctly placed in the middle.

"Ah," belatedly put away the book, Oda wrapped it in a book cover and put it in the briefcase beside him in a gentle way, "It's just this chapter..."

"The protagonist of the story is drinking at the sailor bar, so Odasaku also wants to watch while drinking." Using interrogative sentences, Dazai Osamu did not use a questioning tone.

"Yes," Odasaku nodded, "Did Dazai also read this book?"

"I have nothing to do to pass the time... The reasoning part is barely passable." Osamu Dazai tilted his head and rolled his face on the table, "However, there are many interesting ways to die in it!" He suddenly Xing Xingyan, "I've already tried two kinds! It's just a pity that they all failed."

"Is that so?" Oda hesitated for a while, but still held his wine glass and asked, "Dazai, what do you think of this book?"

The wine glass in his hand collided with the spherical ice cube, crisp and soft, but Oda felt his palms sweat a little.