I write dog blood in Yokohama

A certain red-haired boy finally agreed to my request.

He even helped me move the cardboard boxes on the way back. He was such a kind person. I felt much more relaxed without having to carry the boxes, but a very embarrassing thing happened on the way.

As soon as I took Zhong Yuan Zhongya to the gate of the dormitory building, my stomach started to growl.

The old man couldn't help but blushed, and hurriedly covered his exposed belly. When he met the delicate and handsome orange-haired boy, he turned his head to look at me. I lowered my head and said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, actually, I was shopping just now, for lunch."

"have not you eaten?"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also a little surprised. He glanced at the plastic bag in my hand. There were obviously only two pitiful special rice balls there. You just eat this?"

"what happened?"

I tilted my head and wondered, why, rice balls are delicious!This special price of vinegar kombu flavor is really delicious, even the male god Chuya, I will not allow him to look down on vinegar kombu rice balls!

"..." Zhong Yuanzhong also seemed to have lost his temper. He raised his arm and suddenly grabbed the plastic bag in my hand, turned around and walked towards the red sports car he had just parked.

I:? ? ?

"Senior Chuya, do you also want to eat this rice dumpling?"

Looking at the things in the other party's hand reluctantly, I hesitated to speak, and the reluctant gaze attracted the other party's black line to turn back: "That's not it."

"Come on." The orange-haired boy raised his hand and opened the co-pilot's door. His blue eyes looked at me, and his reddish hair moved slightly with his movements. He sighed and raised his handsome and thin face. Chin: "Take you to dinner."

What? ! !

My eyes lit up all of a sudden, but soon withered again: "I have no money."

Damn, after all, I lost my salary card!

Do you want to ask about Zhongye's male god card now?It's a bit too straightforward, I just decided to ask after finishing the painting...

"...What are you thinking? Of course I invite you, you brat." Zhongyuan Zhong also spit out a few words speechlessly, raised the corners of his mouth and gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't come up again, I will throw you here."

"Not a brat."

I said happily, and trotted over quickly. When I got into the co-pilot, I couldn't help but refute the other party's address: "It's Jiaojiao."

Zhong Yuanzhong also froze for a while when he closed the door for me, and the roots of his ears turned red for some reason: "You really are getting more and more insatiable."

Ever since, I managed to have another meal with the male god Zhongye!

Nakahara Chuya’s sports car is very stylish, and the seats are very comfortable. It looks like it is made of genuine leather. The wind brought by the car blows comfortably on my face. Parked the car at a small restaurant nearby.

That's great, even though he already knows that I am Dazai Osamu's subordinate, he is still willing to invite himself to dinner. As expected of me, as long as I have a thick skin, I can always think of a way to grab a meal!

Not only that, I also made an appointment with the male god Zhongye to see Brother Gu Chuan together in a few days. The other party's injury is different from my cheating method with supernatural powers, and I still need to rest for a few more days.

I happily finished a curry pork chop rice, and I didn't choke until Zhongyuan Zhongya took out his card to pay.

Well, that black card...it looks so familiar, it is exactly what Osamu Dazai swiped when he took him shopping,

Is he really the male god Chuya? !

"What's wrong?" Nakahara Chuya saw that I was choking for no reason, stood up to pay and handed over a glass of water at the same time, he didn't know what to think of, gritted his teeth and clicked his tongue: "That bastard Dazai swiped my card again. It wasn’t the guy who returned the card, I didn’t even know about it.”

"Speaking of which, my..." His expression was slightly thoughtful.

"Cough, cough, cough!!!" I quickly coughed hard, I didn't want to listen to what Nakahara Zhongya wanted to say, I interrupted his words as if I was about to cough up my lungs, but I was really choked after coughing and coughing. Physiological tears burst out.

"..."

The orange-haired boy was very speechless, looking at me with a headache, he had no choice but to stretch out his hand and run along my back: "Are you okay?"

"Just eat some Liumei." I dared not look at him, and whispered in Chinese with a guilty conscience.

Nakahara Chuya: "What?"

"No, it's nothing." I slowed down, feeling a little embarrassed that the other person helped me run the palm on my back, and felt that his hand was quite big: "Chuye male god, the hand is very, comfortable...comfortable? Itchy, thank you you."

After I said thank you, the orange-haired boy immediately withdrew his hand as if he had been scalded on my back.

He pointed at me with his blue eyes, opened his mouth and wanted to reprimand him, and saw other customers around him looking at me with good intentions, but he didn’t say anything in the end, he lowered the brim of his hat and went to the cashier to check out .

***

At this moment, my home.

I dug out buckets, palettes, small benches, oil paints, turpentine, etc. I put the easel beside the balcony, and spread a soft blanket in front of the shelf, signaling a certain orange-haired boy to lie down on it. : "Please, lie."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

"Are you sure you want to lie down?" The boy looked a little reluctant, and pulled the collar very awkwardly, which made me blush, and couldn't help but said: "You can go down, pull the collar. "

"Senior Chuya's collarbone is very beautiful."

As soon as he finished praising the other party with his newly learned vocabulary, Nakahara Nakaya's fair cheeks and the tips of his ears turned red immediately, and his voice was a little broken: "What are you talking about?!"

Damn, it really can't work, but he is so tightly dressed, it's very difficult to draw!

At present, I still mainly study the human body, and I am much more proficient in skin muscle texture, light and dark relations, etc. than clothes, so I moved the position of the easel without hesitation: "Then, lie on the sofa, is it okay?"

"……Um."

Zhong Yuanzhong also tried to pull back the collar stiffly, but stopped in mid-air awkwardly, and sat on the sofa like a robot, which made my eyebrows twitch wildly. Before instructing his movements and postures, I couldn't help Prayed: "Really, can't, pull off the clothes?"

The orange-haired boy's eyebrows twitched when he heard the words. He felt that he was about to endure it to the limit. The corner of his mouth curled up into a half-smile, and he stared at me warningly: "No!"

"Okay, so, is it okay to take off the hat and loosecoat?"

I silently signaled the other party to take off the top hat and suit jacket. Of course, the less clothes the better for painting. If possible, I hope he can also take off the gray vest, leaving only the white shirt inside. There is sleeveless clothing."

"Sleeveless garment?" Zhong Yuanzhong also asked with some doubts. He heard that he had already taken off the suit jacket on his body, and after taking off the top hat, the roots of the ears between the youth's beautiful hair seemed to be a little red.

"…never mind."

I can’t remember how to say vest in Japanese, and I’m too lazy to look up the Japanese-Chinese dictionary at this time. The most important thing is that I’m worried that the male god won’t let me draw him, so I can’t help but sit on the bench and signal to the other party Lie down like the heroine in "Tynic", leaning her arms on the side of the sofa as lazily as possible.

Zhong Yuan also looked embarrassed, his face and body muscles were very stiff, I reluctantly turned on the TV behind me, and the sound of commercials came from the TV, adding a little lively atmosphere to the serious and quiet room.

When drawing, of course, listening to music and watching TV is perfect, otherwise sitting here for at least 1 or 2 hours is really boring.

As I was thinking, I stretched out my hand to direct a certain orange-haired boy lying on the sofa: "Senior Chuya, please relax a little more, you are too, stiff...stiff...stiff? You are too stiff."

……

Zhong Yuanzhong also almost spit out, the pose just set up was a bit confused, he took a deep breath, as if he didn't want to argue with me anymore, he said with his mouth gnashing his teeth: "You are very skilled."

"Yes."

I can't help but fall into the memory. The Tony teacher in the studio always told me that inspiration is the most important thing, to paint what you want to paint, but if you want to paint what you have in mind, you must lay a solid foundation.

Since I am studying oil painting, there is naturally a part of sketching. In fact, the other party once found one or two old men to come over to serve as fruit models for me. Cough cough... I scratched my cheek embarrassedly, and explained to the male god: "I used to do it before. For men, painted, without clothes."

Although they are all old men in their 70s and 80s.

Unexpectedly, just after explaining this sentence, Nakahara Chuya's eyes suddenly changed, cobalt blue eyes stared at me abruptly, and his eyebrows frowned slightly: "To whom?"

"Could it be that guy Dazai?"

"Why, maybe." I looked at him blankly, the canvas in my hand had already been drafted, what on earth did he think about Osamu Dazai!

Besides, the boss of the black mud spirit has the ability to nullify, so drawing his own portrait will not work. Speaking of this, I couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

Seeing Nakahara Chuya's attitude improved a bit, and he maintained the previous posture without moving, I pretended to ask casually: "Why, Boss asked me to give you a portrait?"

Although I don't know it on the surface, I already have some guesses in my heart.

My supernatural ability can properly assist a person, such as increasing the strength of the wrist, speeding up the running speed, telling unknown information, and even healing the wounds on the body, then... Nakahara Chuya's supernatural ability is also I can control it.

As a senior author who knows the popular characters of Two-dimensional very well, I naturally know that the male god Chuya has a filthy form. When using "filthy", I can't control my reason and will fight until death.

I'm afraid Mori Ogai wants to test whether my superpower can control the other party. After all, he is very afraid of Osamu Dazai in the original book. If there is someone who can replace him, he must be eager to try...

I have sorted this out in my heart, but I can't show it. I shouldn't know the true identity of Zhongye Zhongye now, whether he is human or not.

After the words were asked, there was a very quiet atmosphere in the air.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was lying there, was also silent for a while, and then he kept a motionless posture and said, "Do you want to know?"

"... Tsk, it's good if you understand this kind of thing clearly, the Boss should tell you as well."

The orange-haired boy lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about how to explain it, and he asked lightly, "Do you know [Huangba spit]?"

"Ah, ah Lahei?"

I waited intently for the other party's explanation, and even started to formulate how to reply him in my mind. During such a distraction, I accidentally repeated the words spoken by the orange-haired boy.

Wait, did you mean Lahabaki, so the male god wants to use this as the starting point of the topic?

Before he could quickly change his words and express that he knew it, Nakahara Chuya already sighed. He wanted to scratch his hair irritably, but considering that he was still in front of a model, he had to stop his movements abruptly: "Forget it!" gone."

"You may not understand the culture of Japan, so you can ask me after you learn Japanese well."

I:……

Depend on.

Help! !

If this was an otome game, I would undoubtedly have chosen the wrong option just now, and I wanted to slap my mouth in regret, and I felt a huge hatred for my mistake, why did I speak so fast just now.

I shouldn't be distracted. At this moment, I actually agree with the words of Dazai Osamu, the black mud spirit boss. I, Zhao Jiaojiao, must learn Japanese well and memorize all the words.

I was a little disappointed that I missed the SS-level secret topic, and I no longer squeaked with the palette to adjust the colors. Nakahara Naka also looked at me with a disappointed look. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something helplessly, but he still closed it. mouthed.

The living room became quiet again, except for the noisy sound of the TV.

……

I don't know how long it took, but the orange-haired boy seemed to be unable to lie down any longer. He maintained his position of supporting himself on the sofa, and looked at me mechanically: "How much longer?"

"Come on, come on."

I patiently comforted the other party, but complained a little dissatisfied: "If Senior Chuya takes off his clothes, it will be faster."

"... Long-winded!" Zhong Yuanzhong also blushed and glared at me. Seeing that this was not an option, I simply stopped my brush and threw the brush into the bucket: "Well, let's take a rest."

The people lying down are tired, and the people who sit here and draw are also very tired. I moved my sore neck. Today is not very comfortable. After sitting for a long time, my body is even more sore and tired. The most important thing is——

The 5 o'clock soap opera that I am looking forward to so much, "He の Unpracticed" will start broadcasting soon!

"You want to rest just because you want to watch this TV series, right?" Nakahara also pierced my heart mercilessly, sat up from the sofa with a black face, and also moved a little bit, which made my body stiff after lying down for a long time Shoulder.

Seeing that the young man seemed to want to stand up and look at the canvas, I hurriedly waved my hand in embarrassment to block it: "No...no."

"You can't see until you finish painting."

"...Oh." Zhongyuan Zhong also put his foot back with a face full of inexplicability. He was silent for a while. Before he could say anything, the hot drama on TV began to play. A beautiful heroine.

"Youxiong-jun, please don't leave me."

The female lead in a white dress wanted to hug the male lead's waist, but was pushed away by the other party. The man stood under the moon with a forbearing and painful expression: "Lily, run, I'm about to lose control!"

"Youxiong-kun, what's wrong with you?"

The heroine's eyes widened, only to see that the male protagonist who was still in pain just now finally yelled out loud, and the special effect of 5 cents flashed on him, the man's bones twisted strangely, and the face gradually emerged. With a gray mane, he turned his back very heavily, and his hoarse voice was full of mourning: "That's why, that's why I told you to run quickly..."

What? ? !

I opened my mouth in shock, is the male lead a werewolf? !

Same as my astonishment, the heroine on TV also covered her mouth in disbelief, she suddenly hugged her boyfriend who turned into a werewolf: "Youxiong, I love you."

"Eh?"

"Don't be humble, don't be afraid, even if Yuxiong is not a human being, I will always love you, just as you said to me before, in this corrupt world, only I am Yuxiong's salvation, and you are also mine light."

……

What's this?This is beautiful love!

I was moved to tears. Although it was a brainless drama full of complaints, and the heroine didn't understand what she said, it was really touching and could be used as my own writing material...

These are all perfect inspirations!

I don't know if I was too absorbed in watching it, but Zhong Yuanzhong looked at it together with no expression, the emotion on his face was a little unclear, and he said lightly: "boring."

I:"……"

You are smart, right?

Don't underestimate this kind of ancient brainless drama, there are usually some great principles in it, and even very good writing materials, which are very similar to my writing ideas, how can the male god Zhongye make such complaints, this is not scolding me in disguise Well, even I will be angry!

"Senior Chuya, don't you think their love is very moving?"

Unsatisfied, I turned my head to look at the delicate-faced orange-haired boy, and I couldn't help but slap him, respect and blessing, do you understand?

"Not at all." Zhong Yuanzhong also twitched the corner of his mouth, "How did this mentally handicapped plot become popular, and how did the heroine see that the hero is humble?"

... the speed of speech is so fast.

I suddenly found that they really deliberately accommodated me when they spoke normally. Once they got the upper hand and restored the speed of speech, the meaning was a bit difficult to understand.

However, in terms of writing materials, the author of his profession will not show weakness!

"Because this is the thing that everyone likes at the moment, and it has a pleasant (refreshing) existence." With my own understanding, I guessed what the other party said, and I explained: "And, maybe, as Chuya-senpai said, that actor He's not like that."

"However, since he raised this question, in his heart, in fact, he still cares about it."

I stared straight at each other.

As if stared at by my golden eyes, Zhong Yuanzhong also looked away, with impatience and irritability still on his face, his speech slowed down again, and his blue eyes looked at me: "Then let me ask you. "

"If you knew that the boyfriend you have been treating as an ordinary person is not human, would you accept it, right?"

"Of course it will."

I scratched my cheek in confusion, and the moment I understood the meaning, I almost replied without hesitation.

Looking up at the azure-haired boy's blue eyes with no expression, his eyes carried another kind of scrutiny completely different from Dazai Osamu's, so strong that it was impossible to tell any lies, I sighed a little in my heart, although I don't really want to say more, but I really can't help it at this time.

Picking up the hat that the boy left on the coffee table, I put it on the other person's head, taking advantage of the brim of the hat to block the other person's sight, I leaned forward and helped Nakahara Nakaya straighten the collar that he had torn off a little earlier.

I don’t know why I thought of what Rimbaud said to him in the original book, so I said it seriously without any evasion: “All human beings, all life, are just decorations on the outside.” Note [1 ]

"I think that person is that person."

And you are you, nothing more.

……

"But Chuya-senpai, I don't have a boyfriend."

While the other party was frozen there, I changed the subject silently, went through the hundreds of two-dimensional male gods in my mind, bowed my head a little embarrassedly and said: "The person I like, it's...it's okay of."

"Anyway, let's draw here today, and I'll take you to the door."