Half-blood mixed rice daily

Osamu Dazai's tone was quite provocative.

Yousheng usually controls him very strictly in terms of prohibition of alcohol, and in Osamu Dazai's view, this is simply the best way to provoke the opponent without causing any unbearable bleak consequences.

The well-dressed and well-dressed half-breed youth who ate grilled skewers facing the wind and sat on a small bench with the Hong Kong black leader in the same formal attire was stunned for a moment, turned his head and sniffed: "Did you drink the wine brought out from Honmaru?"

"Are you talking about the wine in the jar? That's right!" Dazai boy said with a high tone, his eyes were bright, and when he looked carefully, his eyes were actually out of focus.

"..." You Sheng put down the skewers, feeling a little helpless, "That's not wine that humans can drink casually."

"Oh?" Mori Ogai pretended to see the difference between the wines on the small table he was on and the other tables at this time, and asked curiously, "Is there any particularity in this, Yusheng?"

"To be honest, these subordinates of mine are not human beings, they are existences similar to gods, and the wine is also their own brewed wine, which is stronger than the wine brewed by humans... Of course, drinking in moderation is not at all Question." Feeling the movement of Dazai completely turning into a limp drunk cat rolling on his back, Yousheng keenly noticed the curiosity in the eyes of the big cat in front of him.

It is worthy of the two people who have the fate of master and apprentice.

"If Mr. Mori is interested, you can take an altar back later." Yousheng casually stopped Qingguang Anding, who was fighting next to him, "Qingguang, can I trouble you to send Dazai back to the bedroom?"

"Leave it to me, my lord!"

Mori Ogai thanked him, and naturally asked the question he wanted to get the answer for a long time: "That was a surprise, I will cherish the taste. But... You just said that those people are [Gods], which is different from what they used to Does the name of the sword matter?"

Watching Kiyomitsu pick up Zai Zai who passed out like a sack, Yousheng's lips showed a happy smile: "In Japanese mythology, some utensils will be born after a long time - of course, we don't know whether it is a god or a monster." Inconclusive, in short, they are that kind of existence."

Mori Ogai never expected the answer to be this, and was a little frightened.

When I looked at those men playing and playing, reduced to barbecue workers, drinking wine heartily, and fighting with Ozaki Momiji, my eyes changed.

"This……"

This is the famous antique swords and swords who have become masters and run around! ! !

How much is this worth! ! ! [Wait the point?

Mori Ogai took a deep breath to calm himself down from the shock.

"This... is too surprising." The leader of Hong Kong gangsters maintained a calm demeanor, "You are worthy of it. So, for you to let me see such a grand scene, how about a toast?"

"Good idea." You Sheng nodded and toasted, "After this cup, why not move indoors? My family and I are not very sensitive to temperature, and we only care about being happy, which seems a little rude."

Mori Ogai, who was covered by the cold winter wind and the smell of barbecue: ...Have you finally discovered this?

"Experience it once in a while, but it's not elegant."

Vulgarity is elegance, there is nothing wrong with it.

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Drinking in the kotatsu while chatting about the development trend of Yokohama and the world, Yuu didn't feel anything, and Mori Ogai didn't check for a while, but it was rare to be overwhelmed by alcohol.

After Ozaki Koye was amazed, she said that she was too lazy to carry this man back, so she drove away alone.

You Sheng looked at the leader of the Hong Kong gangsters who was ruthlessly abandoned, and felt that the other party could take a photo with Dazai and print it into a CG of New Year's greetings—drunk double-hearted black.

The idea of ​​preserving the black history while drunk was eager to move in his heart, but You Sheng finally chose to let go of his current partner and adopted son, and asked someone to prepare a guest room for the leader of the gangsters in Hong Kong.

After washing up, everyone on the beach seemed to set off fireworks, reflecting the fireworks of the New Year's fireworks show in the distance.

"Happy New Year, my lord!"

"Please, this is a New Year's red envelope and New Year's gift for the Lord."

"My lord, my lord!"

Yousheng hastily accepted the gifts from the enthusiastic swordsmen, and distributed the New Year red envelopes and New Year's guard New Year's greeting cards he had prepared to specific people.

He took the time to carefully write those greeting cards to each of the swords—of course, there are also new family members.

Ayanokōji had already taken his own share and went to sleep—although he still looked like a high school teacher, he was actually the person in charge of the Layton jewelry business, and he was extremely busy every day.

Oda Saku was still at the shrine, and it was the time of the New Year when there were the most worshippers, and it was impossible to be at home without all the means, so Yusheng left the gift in front of the other party's door.

Then he pushed open the door of Osamu Dazai's room.

Dazai was awakened by the sound of fireworks, and saw the appearance of a young man in a kimono against the sky filled with gorgeous fireworks.

"...Yusheng?"

"Yes, my cute little black cat, it's already the New Year." The young man walked into the Japanese room, squatted down, put the New Year's gift on the other's pillow, and gently rubbed the other's soft hair, "New Year Be happy. Let’s grow up safely and happily this year, Dazai.”

Dazai finally woke up, his eyes lit up, and he grabbed Yousheng's wrist.

It seemed to be still in a dream: "Happy New Year, Mr. Shiina. Can you tell me, who is the person who resembles me?"

Silence spread under the noisy sky of fireworks.

Dazai let go of You Sheng's hand as if waking up from a dream, "Sorry!"

You Sheng silently accepted the other party's acting skills: "Why are you apologizing?"

"Should I not touch Mr. Shiina's unspeakable past?"

"..." Yousheng finally lost his composure, and twisted the young man's face in a funny way, "What's so hard to say, you have to study Chinese well to become a writer, Dazai."

The boy puffed his face: "Okay, okay, I know! Then can you tell me! I promise not to tell anyone!"

"It's just some stories that don't know the origin and the final fate. In fact, everyone knows it." You Sheng sighed, "Get up and watch the fireworks. If you want to know, I will tell you."

Pulling the curious Zazai up, wrapped in a quilt and hugging him in his arms, he faced the courtyard sky outside the door.It seems to have the meaning of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new. When young people talk about those old things, it is like talking about the past of someone who has nothing to do with themselves.

"Have you forgotten him?"

"No."

"Have you forgotten your feelings for him?"

"No."

"But such feelings will never appear again, will they?"

"It is."

Dazai stared at the dark night sky where the fireworks had dissipated, as if he could see countless ashes of saltpeter falling on the ground.

He rested the back of his head in the young man's neck and stretched his white neck.

"The New Year's gift is myself, hurry up and thank Dade for accepting it!"

"Wow, this is the first mouthful of the new year."

The half-blood youth licked the corners of his lips and narrowed his eyes.

"Thanks to my sweet and kind little blood bag for the best New Year's gift."

Dazai sighed softly.

Just like Shiina Yusheng did not expose his essence of drama, he also did not reveal the fact that Shiina Yusheng must have said to everyone, "This is the best New Year gift I have received".

It's New Year's Eve, let's do something to warm up our body~