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When Nakahara returned home, he was horrified to find that his honest child was being looked at almost lovingly by that bastard Dazai Osamu.

What the hell? ? ? ?

Are you sick? ? ! !

what the hell? ? ?

Zhong Yuan changed his shoes dully, and patted Zhong Ye on the shoulder with the smell of gunpowder smoke that had not dissipated from his body, "He finally hanged himself and paralyzed his brain?"

Zhong also asked inexplicably: "What?"

Osamu Dazai raised his hand and waved it in the air, "Wow, I smelled a slug smell from afar, it's so disgusting that I'm going to vomit, so it's Chuya!"

Nakahara also ignored Osamu Dazai, but took out a few candies from the pocket of the suit coat on his arm and handed them to Chuya, "Miss Alice asked me to bring them to you."

Zhong also glanced at it, took it, and nodded to him, "I'll go water the flowers."

Chuya got up to get the watering pot, Dazai Osamu leaned back on the sofa, his fair skin glowed coldly under the light, "Yo Chuya, are you clear?"

Osamu Dazai raised the monitor in his hand at Nakahara Nakaya, and Nakahara Nakaya glanced at him, "Almost, where did you get it?"

Osamu Dazai pointed to the discarded bouquet. When Chuya Nakahara entered the door, he saw two bouquets of flowers in the trash can, and nodded coldly, "Oh, throw it in the trash can, it's useless."

"Since when did the dwarf have this habit of installing surveillance cameras everywhere in his own home? It's really scary~" Osamu Dazai raised his hand, and he threw the button-like monitor into the trash can.

Zhongyuan Zhongye washed his hands, took out the cake he brought for Zhongye and put it on the table, "None of your business."

Osamu Dazai put his hands on his face, "Nakaya, if I asked you if I wanted to go together when I defected, would you leave the port mafia with me?"

"No." Zhong Yuanzhong answered directly without hesitation.

"Hey——" Osamu Dazai said with a surprised look in his tone, "Why is this? It's obvious that Chuya over there has all left together. It's too much, and it's obvious that Dumbbird is very supportive of you."

Nakahara Chuya stopped pouring water, his icy blue eyes glanced at Osamu Dazai coldly, "Dazai, don't get too carried away."

"Whether it's Oda Sakunosuke who is still alive to write novels, or being blessed by friends to fly away, it's not you." Nakahara Nakaya continued to pour water with lowered eyes, "At the same time, the world where Rimbaud and everyone in the flag society live freely Not mine either."

"Remember clearly, Dazai."

Nakahara Nakaya passed Dazai Osamu with a water glass, and said to Dazai Osamu when he opened the door, "Be quiet when you walk, the child needs to rest."

Sitting on the sofa, Osamu Dazai sighed, "What a nasty slug."

"Whether it's the dead Chuya or the living Chuya, I hate it."

Osamu Dazai's eyes fell into the trash bin where two bouquets of flowers were thrown into it, he casually took the water glass on the table, took a sip of the water in the glass, and then his expression suddenly twisted, "Uh, yue—what's the smell?! "

I don't know when it was sprinkled with salt, sugar, monosodium glutamate, and other colorless seasonings. The water looks calm and peaceful, and it can't be seen from the surface that there is such a terrible smell hidden inside.

"Damn it! Who did it???"

Suddenly, this became the biggest question in Osamu Dazai's life.

Nakahara Zhong also went upstairs to wash up with a water cup, remembering what he had heard while carrying out the mission before, and couldn't help but wrinkle his brows, knowing that it was the leader who showed weakness and was willing to be restrained for the sake of the family, how should I put it...

A bit, too idealistic?

Sure enough, he was still a child, Zhong Yuan brushed his teeth and thought, from being tired and silent at the beginning to being a little more cheerful now, he still needs to get in touch with the outside world more.

Zhongyuan Zhong also changed into his pajamas. Although he was about the same age, he looked like a child who hadn't grown up. Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't help but sigh, "The leader is really..."

Even Nakahara Chuya couldn't help but sigh.

When Chuya Nakahara changed his clothes and went down to ask Chuya to wash up, Osamu Dazai had already left, half of the cake on the table was eaten, and the cutting line on the remaining edge was obvious, without any scratches.

"Can't finish it?" Nakahara asked, planning to put it in the refrigerator.

Zhong Ye sat on the sofa and looked up at him slightly, "This is for you, half for you, half for me."

Zhong Yuanzhong also blinked and bent his eyes, "So that's the case, thank you so much."

Chuya sat there and continued, "Cake, half of you and half of me. My life, half of you and half of me." Zhongye's eyes were steady, "Rimbaud, Verlaine, everyone in the Qihui, half of you," he also said like Zhong Yuanzhong also bent his eyes, "The rest belongs to me."

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at him for a while, then bent down, and put his forehead against his forehead, nose to nose, "No, this can't be divided. You have your everyone, and I have mine. Whether you are happy or sad, you are all Our own."

As if to comfort some kind of small animal, Nakahara Nakaya stroked Nakaya's long hair comfortingly, "Like Dumbbird said, run, Nakaya, fly up."

"Run out, fly out."

Zhong Yuanzhong also said like an elder, with a little sadness hidden in the quiet bottom of the sea, "While there is still time, we can still move our hands and walk."

The middle is just silent, like a beautiful statue of a god.

After a long time, Chuya hesitantly raised his hand, and gently patted Nakahara Chuya's back with his injured hand.

Zhong Yuanzhong also rubbed his hair, "Let's go, you go wash up, I won't eat cake now, I will eat it tomorrow, I have already brushed my teeth."

"Okay." Zhong also packed up his things and went upstairs to wash up.

Zhongyuan Zhong also walked to the trash can, looked down at the sunflowers and monitors inside, and crushed them into ashes by gravity and spread them on the bottom of the trash can.

"Where do you put this cake?" Zhong Yuan also picked up the cake and went to the kitchen to open the refrigerator door, "Put it here, just for breakfast tomorrow morning."

The night was already deep, and the moon hung high in the sky, making Zhong Ye seem to have returned to the illusion of that moonlit night for a moment.

——Wait, I'm not Nakahara Chuya!

Huang Jie patted his head, and suddenly realized, good guy, the sense of substitution is too strong, and he sighed reflexively.

Hmm... Let's go shopping in other places tomorrow. It would be nice to see Edogawa Ranpo. I heard that his eyes can see through everything. I really want to know if Mr. Detective can see me through the fog covered by world consciousness. What about Kiyoki Arasuke's truth?

Arasuke propped his face, looking forward to it.