I got the BE script and got entangled by my ex-boyfriends

Changyi couldn't tell what he felt in his heart. For a while, he felt that she was the Holy Mother, and for a while, he felt that she was too free and unrestrained.She seemed to have known for a long time that she was the shard itself and was going to mend the space-time gap, so she didn't have much reaction to this truth, because she had already decided to mend the gap.

Changyi stepped on the puddle, the splashed water splashed on his cloak, and the tips of his white hair were stained by the rainwater that floated into the umbrella. He followed up a few steps and said, "They live in a hotel not far away. , I'll take you to Tsurumaru."

……

When Tsurumaru opened the door, he took a special look back. Dazai Osamu was sleeping sideways on the bed, and the time was peaceful.

He went out, closing the door lightly.

"Changyi, right? Why is he with the lord?"

He raised his head, looked at him with a sense of hostility, only went up to Tsurumaru who was on Tsukishiro Chinaka's thigh and held her hand, looked over with worried eyes, silently asking what happened.

"Should we talk in another place?" Changyi suggested as if he had never heard of his hostility.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga said vigilantly: "No need, just talk here if you have anything to say." At least there is Osamu Dazai across the door, and he can wake him up if there is any problem.

Tsukishiro Chinatsu didn't want to move either, she didn't believe that Osamu Dazai was still sleeping inside.

"It's not necessary, let's talk here." She knelt down and looked at Tsurumaru at the same level, her eyes were firm and serious unlike any other period. For some reason, this expression gave him an extremely bad premonition, and he pulled Holding her hand, squeezed it subconsciously, and asked cautiously, "What happened."

"It's not a big deal. I'm here to pick you up, Tsurumaru. We'll stay for a few more days before we go back."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga: "Where are you going?"

Tsukishiro Qianxia: "Go back to where we should go."

"Where is that kind of place, can you take me there with you?" The door was pushed open a crack, Osamu Dazai was wearing hotel pajamas, leaning lazily against the door, raised his hand to slightly cover his mouth, and lazily She yawned vigorously, then folded her hands on her chest, her iris-colored eyes, full of sleepiness, lightly fell on her face.

Seeing through everything, he didn't seem to care at all, just casually mentioning it lazily.

Changyi took a step back and leaned against the wall. He could see that she was trying hard to cut off the thread wrapped around her body. She knew early on that the people inside were not asleep.

But no matter the last one, this one, or the one who has been keeping in the rain, which one of them can cut all the threads as she wished.

impossible.

Tsukishiro Qianxia stood up and smiled at him, "Good morning, Dazai."

He was one step closer to the truth he wanted to know, but the state of the girl across from him made him instinctively feel uneasy, as if she would suddenly disappear without a trace like before.

"You are taking care of Tsurumaru during this time, thank you very much. We plan to leave Japan in a few days, and we won't tell you where we will go."

Osamu Dazai blinked, with uncombed black hair on his head, crossed his arms, leaned against the door frame, and smiled, the curve of his lips was very beautiful, full of freshness and liveliness of a teenager, "It's not so much about leaving Japan , It’s better to leave this world.”

After living with Tsurumaru for so long, it's not that he failed to notice some details, even though the other side concealed them very well.Qianxia knew that he was not asleep, so she said these words on purpose to let him hear, Dazai felt that there was no need to pretend not to know.

"I've always wanted to ask, where is Tsurumaru's knife, and what is the relationship between this new kid and Tsurumaru. And, Chinatown, the one you want to leave is this one with me. world."

"If you want to think that way, I won't stop you." Tsukishiro Qianxia squinted and smiled, her tone was uncompromising that he had never seen before, "I'll take Tsurumaru, thank you."

She took Tsurumaru's hand and walked out a few steps, then turned her head in a daze, and looked at him with a smile, the smile without a trace of haze made his heart clear.

"I will stay in Okinawa for the next few days. Do you have time on Saturday five days later? Do you want to get together?"

The corners of Dazai Osamu's sunken lips were curved again the moment she turned her head, and her eyes were full of smiles, "Okay, what do you want to do?"

"Nothing, I just think the seaside of Okinawa is very beautiful, don't you think so?"

Osamu Dazai tilted his head, leaned his head against the door frame lightly, shifted his gaze slightly with his smiling eyes, and replied, "Is it the seaside..." His voice was vague after waking up, and he smiled, "If you die in love in the sea, it is also a good choice."

"I hope you find someone who can die in love with you."

Osamu Dazai was amused by her words, seeing her walking around without looking back again, the coldness in the sinking voice was tinged with a low laugh, "Qianxia, ​​two years and three months, 821 days, 19680 hours, How long are you going to continue to owe me?"

When these words came out, let alone Tsurumaru, even Nagayoshi was shocked.

Tsukishiro Chinatsu also felt a little choked up in her heart, but then immediately thought that it was only normal for Osamu Dazai to calculate this kind of data in an instant.

Toranojiro Nanjo really liked her, but Osamu Dazai didn't, never did, he just thought it was fun to tease her.She is no longer the one she used to be who couldn't feel her emotions. The Dazai Osamu she faced always had a refreshing and lively appearance. There was no negative emotion overflowing, but she was keen on suicide, which made it unpredictable.

She raised her eyebrows, her voice was calm, "It won't be long, if you can wait."

Osamu Dazai's expression sank again and again, the feeling of being abandoned again made him feel uncomfortable, his breath was stuck in his heart, and he couldn't express it.Now in this plot, should he step forward and pull her into the room, and use some tough methods.

He looked at Qian Xia who walked into the elevator, froze on the spot, forced a smile, bit his lip, and clenched his fists.

Things were going pretty badly, at least it seemed to him.

……

Osamu Dazai and Tsurumaru lived on the tenth floor of the hotel.

Because of regular maintenance, the staff stopped early on the fourth floor, so the three of them took the stairs instead.

Along the way, apart from the sound of his heels hitting the ground, the silence made Changyi flustered.

The rain outside has not abated.

On a rainy day, the hotel lobby is brightly lit.

Coming out of the corner of the stairs on the second floor, the heels of the shoes stepped on to the next step without haste, and the bright yellow light that was not dazzling swept across.

In the middle of the lobby, Gojo Satoru was holding a black umbrella in his hand and his eyes were drooping. Perhaps sensing her aura, he immediately raised his head and raised his eyes.

His white hair was stained with water vapor, and the sunglasses hung on the tip of his nose, revealing a pair of blue eyes full of stars. He smiled and waved to her.

In his heart, Yuecheng Qianxia is still in a state of amnesia.The hand hanging by her side rubbed her fingers slightly, she smiled, and looked at him with lowered eyes.

The chandelier on the ceiling was gorgeous and elegant, and the bits of starlight refracted fell into his eyes, like a galaxy falling into the sky.

Her heart was throbbing quietly, an unstoppable throbbing.

She once asked Changyi, "Can I be willful?"

Changyi looked serious, "Of course you can be willful, even if you choose to die, you still have the right to choose how to spend the days before death."

He raised his head, facing her eyes, the golden warm light fell in her eyes, which was more colorful and brilliant than the sunlight.

An emotion called liking spreads in his heart, and the depressed restlessness restrains his further impulse.

Gojo Satoru clutched his thumping chest, acting like a big cat that was close to people, showing a smile that could make people lose their minds.

"Qianxia, ​​I'm here to pick you up."

Tsukishiro Chinatsu turned around with a smile, and pulled Tsurumaru off from the top. He didn't show surprise at Tsurumaru and Nagayoshi who suddenly appeared, and greeted him as usual.

Tsurumaru raised a smiling face and pulled Changyi to introduce him, "This is Brother Changyi, he is our friend."

When they came down the stairs, the two greeted each other briefly. He didn't seem to even want to investigate why Tsukishiro Qianxia appeared here, maybe because he himself was chasing after him.

Chang Yi glanced at him lightly, but the other party was not interested in him at all.

For some reason, he was a little angry.

"Why are you here?" Tsurumaru asked.

Gojo Satoru put his hands on his knees, bent down and looked at him, "Of course I came to pick you up, did you thank Osamu Dazai before leaving?"

Tsurumaru was not sure whether he knew about Tsukishiro Chinatsu's memory recovery, so he replied, "Of course, isn't this a basic etiquette?"

Gojo Satoru rubbed his hair with a smile, "That's right, he really deserves to be my son."

Tsukishiro Qianxia didn't refute either, probably because she didn't think it was important.

"Changyi brought me here to pick up Tsurumaru, and I met Mr. Dazai upstairs. How did you know I'm here." Her tone was still sweet and soft, and she smiled sweetly and cutely.

Wujo Gou straightened up, his drooping gaze fell into her eyes, and there was a gentle light in the blue eyes, "Because I have special abilities."

She was amused, "Mr. Wujo really knows how to joke."

Mr. Wutiao blurted out the most natural sentence, and both of them were stunned. What's the matter? He was clearly enlightened yesterday, but now he is Mr. Wutiao again.

Gojo Satoru was upset by this distant address, Tsukishiro Qianxia blinked innocently and innocently, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes fell on his face, he covered his mouth lightly, puzzled, "Ah, Mr. Gojo...um...it came out naturally, have I called you that before?"

Although Gojo Satoru was a bit disappointed, but he really couldn't bear it.