The bosses cry and put down the butcher knife

Oda Miyuki pulled the coat out and went to another bathroom on the second floor.

There is relatively little space on this side, only standing showers.The girl took off the coat that was also smelly on her body, thankfully she was wearing old clothes when she came out.

爱情可以让她从垃圾堆里把男朋友捡出来,顺便揍他一顿,但并不能让她继续穿着沾染过可疑液体的衣服。

Don't get me wrong, it's not that suspicious liquid.

It was not the first time for Oda Miyuki to stay here overnight, and of course her clothes were prepared at home.By the time the girl came out of the bathroom after being warmed up, the voices of characters from the TV drama could already be heard from the living room downstairs.

"...Dad! We really love each other!"

"No, Dad, I don't agree!"

"But, but I'm pregnant with his baby! Look Dad, your grandson is here, he's three months old, and he's already kicking me!"

"No! I don't believe it! There must be rice balls stuffed in here!"

Oda Miyuki went down the stairs, and saw the black-haired young man with a towel around his neck, wet water dripping intermittently from the tips of his hair.There is a square medical box in front of him. Although the sparrow inside is small and complete, there is almost nothing wrong with it at a glance.

And his eyes fell on the TV screen, his expression was very focused, as if he was abnormally involved in it.If the lines in the play were not so shocking that it would make everyone burn inside, it would probably look more believable.

"You can live to such a normal age, it really is the effect of genes."

Oda Miyuki said as he walked over, lifted the scarf around the other party's neck, and rubbed the wet hair.Countless drops of water splashed out in an instant, covered by a towel above, and all of them fell on Osamu Dazai's face.

"Isn't it a problem with the quality of life?" Osamu Dazai struggled hard in the oncoming water drops, and finished the sentence tenaciously.Then the light came back to his eyes, the girl put the towel aside, and came forward to pick off his collar: "Okay, let me see where the injury is."

"Shen, Shenxue sauce, don't want it - this is inappropriate..." The young man said hurriedly, with a panicked expression on his face, as if he ran into a good young woman from a flower picker in the suburbs.

Oda Miyuki rolled her eyes, and she has no fluctuations in her boyfriend's level of manipulation.With great force in her hands, she tore apart Osamu Dazai's loose bathrobe, revealing a large piece of unbandaged chest: "Call, no one will come to rescue you if you break your throat."

Osamu Dazai: "Broken throat, broken throat... um."

The young man showed a bit of pained expression, and swallowed back the last half of the word.

When beating someone in the wilderness just now, Oda Miyuki didn't show mercy, and of course he didn't really beat her boyfriend like a sandbag.No matter how angry she was, she knew it in her heart. In short, she just wanted to beat him up first.

As for whether the other party will have a long memory because of this... Hehe, it may be some brats who can be beaten up, but he must not be Dazai Osamu.

Of course Osamu Dazai didn't lie down and let the beating go, but he didn't care about the struggle.Looking at his body under the bandages now, apart from a few scratched bruises, the most serious thing was a scratch on his chin.

"what happened?"

Oda Miyuki asked, and at the same time wiped the cut with a cotton swab soaked in alcohol.That place probably stopped the bleeding before, because of the hot water washing, it turned into a fresh wound again.

The black-haired young man had an innocent expression: "I don't know... well, well, don't be angry, it must have been scratched by a fishbone."

Oda Miyuki: "..."

The girl looked at him speechlessly for a while, rolled the cotton ball across the wound, and heard the owner of the chin utter a few half-truths and half-fake cries of pain.Then wiped his body with blood stasis medicine, and then sorted the things away.

At this moment Osamu Dazai had already spread out on the sofa, his bathrobe was loosely spread out, like a fresh fish waiting to be dried.After two months of regular work and rest, this body has gained some flesh, the ribs are no longer obvious, and the weight has returned to the "light" threshold.

However, after losing the cover of the bandage, the traces of suicide attempts when he was young, and perhaps the scars left by four years of avoiding assassination, are still mottled and scattered on the surface of the skin.

Osamu Dazai's insignificant scarred skin, those scars that can be left behind, can no longer imagine what they looked like in the first place.

Just like this man.

Oda Miyuki threw the used cotton swabs into the small box, met her boyfriend's eyes shining under the light, and remembered their first meeting two months ago.From the day he jumped off the top floor of the building, even if he saved the result at the last moment, the girl still thinks of that not-too-distant past from time to time.

Being able to feed that guy with only a handful of bones to today's level, she must admit that she has a subtle sense of accomplishment.Changes in the body can be seen with the naked eye, so what about other things?

Am I forcing something?Can we really just go on like this?

Before Osamu Dazai reappeared alive, these questions were buried in the heart of the unreachable girl, tormenting her briefly in the dead of night.As the eldest daughter of the Oda family, perhaps she has filled the role of mother in the hearts of younger siblings in a sense.But no one can tell her how to choose love?

If there are a few more years of experience, Oda Miyuki may get the answer to this aspect after leaving the campus and entering the entertainment circle and entering the workplace.In at least another four or five years, it is impossible for her to say to her boyfriend who has not been dating for a long time because of impulse, "Let's go to register for marriage now."

Even if that person is still Dazai, even if she is sure that they love each other.

But these assumptions do not exist, just like Oda Miyuki in reality, it will take more than two months before it is full.The girl and the young man on the sofa looked at each other for a while, then walked over and pulled the other's bathrobe twice:

"The medicine is almost dry, aren't you cold after hanging it like this?"

Osamu Dazai murmured, "It's okay."

The men's bathrobe has only one layer, and the ties around the waist are loosely attached. Underneath is a piece of pale skin that has not been exposed to the sun all year round.Oda Miyuki recalled the contents of the medical kit, made sure there was no bandage, and simply pushed the other party:

"Get up a little bit, and move your position for me. Where's your bandage, should you tie it now or wait until tomorrow?"

The young man was pushed and shook by her, then slowly got up and leaned his head on the back of the sofa.He conveniently closed his half-closed front, and before he could think of anything to say, he felt the sofa beside him sink, and at the same time, there was a slight sense of traction from his waist.

Osamu Dazai: "?"

Osamu Dazai turned around, but didn't see clearly what the people around him were doing, and the light in front of him was covered by the approaching shadows.The difference in height between the two was originally more than ten centimeters. When standing, Oda Miyuki tiptoed slightly, but now he only needs to raise his head.

What's more, the sofa didn't have much room to play. She put her arms around the man's neck and almost gnawed on it.Osamu Dazai's back was already leaning on the sofa, but gravity caused his shoulders to tilt, and he barely supported the surface of the sofa with one hand.

The two of them used the same shower gel, and it seemed that the smell of some kind of fruit filled their breath, and it was almost impossible to tell which part belonged to whom.There is only a gradual change from jerky and stiff to soft movements, the lips rub against each other to generate heat, and then gradually penetrates between the lips and teeth.

In Yokohama at the end of June, there is no coolness even outdoors at night, only the humid wind with water vapor all year round.Oda Miyuki's pajamas were single-layered, let alone Dazai Osamu, who didn't even wear a belt.

All in all, young couples in their twenties roll together disheveled in the middle of the night.Men who can think about other issues at this time are either not good, or they are well-meaning Russians.

Osamu Dazai hugged the girl in his arms and kissed her seriously.He could feel that the other party was a little nervous, but he didn't mean to refuse.

The iris and gray in the two pairs of eyes almost melt together, the longing for this person is like a burning fire, only him and her are the only bubbling oasis.

"Shenxue sauce." He said.

"Huh?" The other party bit him.

"I……"

In the next second, the black-haired young man felt that his arms were empty, and the person who was close to him almost disappeared in place. The speed seemed to be an illusion.At the moment when the heat was gone, an irregular piece of cotton about half a meter high smashed into his arms almost seamlessly.

By the way, his face was blurred.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Osamu Dazai: "...?"

Even for a guy like Osamu Dazai, when the blood supply to the brain is relatively insufficient, the reaction ability is slower than usual by one-tenth of a second.The soul living in the flesh body could not get rid of this pathetic biological instinct. When he realized that he was attacked by a large pillow, the culprit had already disappeared without a trace.

Even if he had already guessed in an instant that this was the pillow that Oda Miyuki pulled from the other side with his "personality", it was useless.

Oda Miyuki didn't go back to the room where she changed clothes before, she didn't plan to take those two clothes anyway, she just turned out from the nearest window.There was not even a ghost in the residential area near one o'clock in the morning. Even if she ran home in her pajamas, no one else would see her.

Although she's a little...a little bit of that, but men and women are different.A certain person is definitely more uncomfortable than her at the moment. Killing one thousand enemies and losing two hundred, this wave is not a loss.

Satisfied, the girl who not only beat her boyfriend up one night, but also managed to pull out a three-foot flame and ran away, bypassed the surveillance in the community, and rushed back to her small building within 5 minutes.

When she came out to find Osamu Dazai before, she easily restored the door lock of Oda's house, and there is no need to open the window now.The girl took out the key from the pocket of her pajamas, and while opening the door, she was thinking about what to eat at home tomorrow morning.

Then she opened the door and went in, because she was in a good mood, and even hummed a song that only she could hear clearly... So, when she vaguely realized that something was wrong, she had already met the people in the living room.

No, it should be said that the six eyes are facing each other.

Oda Miyuki: "..."

Oda Sakunosuke: "..."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke: "..."

The Oda parents and daughters who just came back from their boyfriend's house were wearing pajamas and sandals, and their long loose hair was not completely dry.I met my old father who had just worked overtime to finish the task report and had not had time to go back to the room, and Brother Cheap, and the three of them looked at each other in blank disbelief.

what.

Oda Miyuki thought.

She has nothing to think about.