get out of my yokohama

It didn't know when it started to rain outside the window, and the sound of rain beating against the window caught her attention.

The image of falling raindrops was reflected in her smoky eyes, clean and clear, and it was a beautiful picture in his eyes.

His gaze was particularly focused, but what Hill was thinking about was that A-Dun and Jinghua went out without an umbrella, and now they didn't know where to hide from the rain, and they were distracted, turning back from the rain outside the window and looking back into the iris In the world, I was stunned for a moment.

Before the Zhijiang Halo was put on, a thought emerged from his mind.

Such tender and loving eyes.

"Why are you saying this?"

"I originally wanted to cook it slowly in warm water," he smiled. "What happened last night told me that life seems to be full of variables. What if I die before I have time to say it? So I decided to add a handful of firewood." .”

The small fire turned into a big fire, Hill understood, and joked: "Are you trying to burn me to death?"

She still didn't take it seriously, imagining it was as vague as the last time in the hospital, the light in his eyes was weaker, he didn't want to hit a straight ball, and he didn't dare to hit a straight ball, it seems that there is no better way now.

"I want you to trust me."

"I never mistrusted you."

"I like you," he paused, and found that it was not so difficult to say it, but very relaxed, "Osamu Dazai likes Hill, do you believe it?"

Hill, who was wearing the halo of reducing wisdom, didn't answer directly, and said, "You don't seem to be the person who says such things."

He lowered his eyes and said: "A person's life is a painful struggle between love and hate, and no one can escape. [1] In Hill's eyes, am I an exception?"

Hill: "I really can't imagine what it would be like for Mr. Dazai to be trapped by emotions."

In her impression, smart people don't have this kind of distress, and it has nothing to do with it. Mr. Dazai is naturally a top smart person.

Osamu Dazai asked softly, "Haven't you seen it? Hill."

you have seen.

It was as if a voice sounded in my heart, and the door of the memory palace opened in the back of my mind, and the sun shone into the gloomy room.

On that day, she heard the news of Mr. Oda's death, and stopped the logistics team. They wanted to bury Mr. Oda in a cemetery dedicated to victims of the port mafia. Hill chose a private cemetery and hired a funeral company. Prepare for the aftermath of Mr. Oda and those children.

Then I went to Mr. Dazai’s apartment to look for him, she usually didn’t knock on the door, she had the key, but the light inside was not turned on, the smell of alcohol came to my face, the curtains were drawn, there was no light in the living room, and she didn’t dare to turn on the light.

Eyes adapted to the dark found him, and instead of sitting on a good sofa, he sat on the floor, leaning against the sofa, with his head bowed and a few wine bottles poured by his legs.

Mr. Dazai doesn't hold a lot of alcohol, and he doesn't know if he has had dinner or not, should he make some hangover soup first?Or report to Mr. Oda?Various thoughts are mixed together and turned into one thought.

An idea that the body is good at making claims without asking the brain to agree.

—she wanted to hug him.

He can think through a lot of things by himself, he doesn't need anyone, and what she wants to do always seems so unnecessary, but she still wants to hug him.

The Mr. Dazai she knew was colder than anyone else, more gentle than anyone else, more sober than anyone else, and more emotional than anyone else.

Such a living Osamu Dazai.

Hill came back to his senses and had already sat on the edge of the bed, being hugged by someone, with a butcher's head rubbed against his neck.

She laughed: "I was bewitched by you."

Osamu Dazai buried in her neck and did not speak. It was inspired by Fyodor. He hypnotized the priest in the group and manipulated the priest's spirit wantonly. Oros also influenced Hill through hypnosis. He can use In the same way, if nothing else can be done, it is still possible to pick up Hill's aura of subduing intelligence.

Hill's drooping right hand slowly lifted up and landed on the skin of Osamu Dazai's neck, feeling the beating from under his finger, the fake nails slightly dipped into the bandage, it was a bit cold, he moved slightly, what does this movement mean, He understands very well.

Hill, who is subdued, believes in everything, but those who are not subdued will repeatedly verify and search for evidence.

This action gave him an inexplicable sadness, even so, he should not have noticed that he was greedy for any physical contact with her, and he also liked the gesture that she seemed to be embracing him.

What is Hill, who does not lose his mind, thinking?

Mr. Dazai's abnormal behavior during the reunion, or Aton's ridiculous arguments to her, or his increasingly clingy behavior?

neither.

She was thinking about the most recent one, that look.

It's incredible.

Dazai-san would have contracted the physical flaws of these losers.

"Scientists have discovered through brain scanning technology that people use seven to sixteen areas of the brain during normal communication, and only four or five areas are active in love. At the same time, the brain affects muscle control, senses, memory, Gray matter decreases in areas of emotion, self-control, and reduced discrimination and decision-making skills."

Osamu Dazai listened patiently to her long list before he said, "Hill."

"Ok?"

"speak English."

Hill: "Look, you can't even understand."

He muttered not to use honorifics to him, and then said: "What you want to say is nothing more than what emotion is a physical defect of a loser."

"Also, phenylethylamine is naturally synthesized when people are emotional. The so-called love substance is very similar to phenylethylamine in terms of structure and efficacy. The trade name of the latter is a well-known drug|drug."

She juxtaposed love with drugs, saying that they are both dangerous things and should not be touched casually.

No matter how tactful it is, it is impossible for someone to refuse without hurting others.

Osamu Dazai said: "In the past, everyone persuaded you, why did you go all the way to the dark?"

Hill replied: "That's why I can't understand, and you can't understand either?"

"Understood, but Hill, theory and practice are different. I didn't have my first friend until I was 16, and I didn't experience the feeling of being loved for the first time until I was 15, and I didn't feel loved."

He didn't think it was too late, but it was the first time for everything, and he didn't even have a chance to make up for his mistakes.

15 is old.

Hill's heart suddenly shrank, she never thought of this possibility, it was even more unbelievable than Mr. Dazai liking her.

If he started then, why all the restlessness and despair, anticipation and loss she had for him?

That night I thought I got his response and I was so happy, but I abandoned it early the next morning until my heart was ashamed later, what was it for?

"Hill." He raised his head, his eyes worried.

"I'm fine," the shock in her heart was fleeting, she was no longer the person she used to be, "Yes, experience is very important, but I still don't recommend going on like this."

"Mr. Dazai, give up."

She stared into his eyes, as if to plant the words into his soul.

"Your feelings are so precious, why give it to someone who doesn't like you? Just because I have experienced it, I don't want you to suffer like that."

Secretly rejoicing for a compliment, worrying about gains and losses for a little change, ecstatic for getting a little, secretly sad for losing a little.

The feeling of unrequited love is too deep for her, so the family training of Sherlock Holmes is not just a sentence for her, but more like a portrayal of her years.

Mr. Dazai is very important to her, she can't watch him become like that.

He was not surprised by her rejection, his body and heart were numb after being frozen for too long, so what if it was a little colder?

He looked over with clear eyes, without a trace of haze, usually such a childish person calmly accepted this fact, and even tolerated her emotions.

"Because you have experienced it, I am here to experience it."

"Hill, don't worry about me."

**

Hill closed the door and let out a long sigh of relief.

Glancing out of the corner of the eye, I saw Sherlock sitting on the sofa with his hair bowed and texting.

"What did you say?" He didn't even raise his head, and he was blatantly dual-purpose.

"It's something I still can't believe."

After speaking, Hill felt bored and wanted to blow some air. She went to the balcony and put her hands on the fence. She heard footsteps behind her and didn't turn her head.

She needs some time to tidy up the memory palace, just like tidying up a study, sorting it into categories.

"Looks like you're in trouble."

"No."

"Often, emotional frustration is one of the causes of paranoia."

Hill thought about his expression before lying down, and shook his head: "Sometimes there is only a thin line between two extremes."

Some people look at the black mud, but they are actually very black mud. Once they recognize someone, they can't wait to give her the tenderness of a lifetime.

This sentence caused Sherlock to frown, he took out a cigarette and lit it. Things were going strangely. Hill seemed to be aware of his anxiety. He turned around and leaned against the railing, "Is it difficult to understand? Are you not such a person?"

Sherlock looked indifferent: "Stop being self-righteous."

Not surprised, Hill shrugged her shoulders. Her second uncle would always take compliments as ridicule.Seeing her, Sherlock was even more upset. He took a deep breath, and the smoke was suddenly swirling in front of him. A gust of evening wind blew, and all the choking smoke rushed into Hill's mouth and nose.

Caught off guard, she coughed repeatedly, Sherlock paused, and found a place to pinch the cigarette, Hill did not miss his action, and his mind would be "Don't treat me like a god" for a while, and "Every day of losing you, I feel like a knife is twisting my heart." He held his forehead and smiled.

Sherlock came back just in time to see, "What are you laughing at?"

"I suddenly discovered that you are all very ordinary people, nothing special."

There will be an important person, not many, but they will care about him very much and cannot lose him, so all kinds of weaknesses and weaknesses that should not have arisen.

He understood what this meant, and after a moment of silence, he emphasized one word, "It's us."

Hill doesn't argue with him: "Okay, we."

Only then was he satisfied, and asked the last question: "How do you plan to deal with that person's matter?"

"To be honest, I don't know, I want him to be better, but it seems to bring him misfortune, maybe it's a good choice to stay away from him," she paused, and turned to look at the Wanjia lights in Yokohama, "But I don't want to leave here."

"You missed the point."

"Well, the point is..." Her eyes were serious, the lights of Wanjia in Yokohama could not make her cold eyes warm.

"I seek sanity and sobriety, and love is against it."

The author has something to say: the black mud is wrapped in tenderness.

Tenderness wraps reason.

It turns out that what I wrote turned out to be an accidental story (slap)