The right way to polish a diamond

"Zhongye... Zhongye..."

Nakahara also woke up to the familiar call, and looked blankly at the man in front of him, "... Dazai?"

"You're finally awake." Osamu Dazai sighed in relief, and complained, "I thought Chuka had become a Sleeping Beauty too!"

"Get out!" Nakahara sat up, looked down at the bed under him, and then raised his head to look around.The familiar bed, familiar furniture, and even the scenery outside the window are all familiar to him... Is this his home?

Zhong Yuanzhong also asked suspiciously: "How did I come back?"

Osamu Dazai frowned slightly, staring at Chuya Nakahara, "Chuya, don't you remember what happened?"

"I..." Zhong Yuanzhong also recalled the white light before he lost consciousness, "I got a supernatural power? You brought me back?" He vaguely recalled something.

Zhong Yuanzhong also pursed his lips slightly, his eyes fluttered slightly, he remembered that he was carried on his back by a person, he struggled to open his eyes, and could only see a small area in front of him clearly.

Only the beautifully shaped collarbone came into view, but Nakahara also knew who this person was, and this person made him feel at ease from his breathing rhythm to his pace.

The soft black hair rubbed against his cheek, and Nakahara fell asleep again.

"I thought Chuya's mind was messed up!" Osamu Dazai's expression eased, "So it's just that he didn't react?"

Nakahara looked at Osamu Dazai, "Why are you here?"

"What?" Osamu Dazai smiled lightly and asked jokingly, "Don't you want me to come?"

"The more I don't want you to do it, the more you want to do it, right?" Zhongyuan Zhong also rolled his eyes, got up from the bed and got off the ground, and asked with concern, "How are the others?"

"Of all the people, you are the only one who has been in a coma until now." Osamu Dazai also stood up, and said in a "tsk tsk" voice, "Chuya's body..."

"It's better than your body!" Zhong Yuanzhong also breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that everyone else was fine.Hearing the second half of the sentence, he reflexively responded to Osamu Dazai's provocation, looked at Osamu Dazai with extremely critical eyes, and fully expressed the meaning of "you weak chicken" with his expression.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, with a smile on his lips, "I'm not the one who was knocked out during the fight."

Zhong Yuanzhong also squinted his eyes and looked at him, and said with a sneer: "If you have the ability, let's fight now! Let's see who faints first!"

Osamu Dazai handed a glass of water to Chuya Nakahara, "I don't like to bully the wounded."

Zhong Yuanzhong also took the water glass and took a sip of the water. The warm water flowed through his parched throat, giving off a slight sweetness.

Zhong Yuanzhong also cleared his throat, "So, why are you here?"

Osamu Dazai replied casually: "Because Chuuya hasn't woken up all this time."

"You would be so kind?" Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered, and found a smooth surface in his field of vision, observing whether there was someone's masterpiece on his face.

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes wide, "How could Chuya speculate on me so maliciously? I'm so sad!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also shivered, and looked at Osamu Dazai with disgust, "You are so disgusting!"

"This kind of evaluation is too much, Chuya!" Osamu Dazai fell on the bed with a heartbroken look, "I have worked so hard to take care of Chuya for so long!"

"Don't lie on my bed with your coat on!" Nakahara raised his leg and kicked Osamu Dazai, leaving half a shoe print on the opponent's trouser leg.

"This is my bed too! Otherwise, Zhong also thought where I would sleep when I took care of you?" Osamu Dazai sat up slowly, reached out to wipe the shoe prints on his trouser legs, and sighed helplessly, "Zhong Why are you so irritable just after waking up? Could it be that you are hungry?"

"...I'm a little hungry." Nakahara nodded, after all, according to Osamu Dazai, he had been in a coma for a long time.

As if responding to Nakahara Chuya's guess, his stomach roared at the right time.

"Pfft!" Osamu Dazai couldn't help laughing, and got up from the bed, "Let's go eat, Chuya."

"En." Nakahara Nakaya reached out and picked up the hat that he almost never took off his body, put it on his head, looked back at Osamu Dazai, and urged, "Let's go!"

"Okay, okay, I'm here." Dazai Osamu followed Nakahara Nakaya with slow steps, "Do you want me to cook for Nakahara?"

"You?! Cooking?!" Nakahara Nakaya, who went down to the first floor, turned his head and looked at Dazai Osamu with distrust, and refused, "I'll do it myself, I'm afraid you will poison me!"

Dazai Zhizhi asked confidently: "How can I be so bad?!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also gave him a look of "You really don't have a clue in your heart, you are just so bad" to let him understand.

Osamu Dazai: ...

He solemnly said in a conclusive tone: "China also slandered me!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also retorted: "How can I have that time? Besides, you still use me to slander?!"

Osamu Dazai said relentlessly, "Chuya is slandering me right now!"

"Don't you want to eat anymore? Go hide!" Nakahara Nakaya picked up the kitchen knife and pointed at Osamu Dazai, "Watch TV when you have nothing to do. Don't disturb my cooking."

Osamu Dazai's expression changed slightly, he looked at Chuya Nakahara aggrievedly, and stretched his voice stickyly, "I know-know-"

Zhong Yuan was also chopping vegetables with a kitchen knife, and the sound of the TV program came from the living room.He looked over, and saw that Osamu Dazai was really nesting in the sofa, holding the remote control in his hand, aimlessly changing channels on the TV.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked back, and took out the ingredients he needed from the refrigerator and processed them one by one.After a while, Dazai Osamu came back from the living room unsteadily, and began to assist Nakahara Chuya in cooking without saying a word.

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at him, but said nothing.

The two of them worked together in silence to complete the meal, showing a tacit understanding.

The two sat on both sides of the table and began to eat.

Osamu Dazai watched Nakahara Chuya quickly solve the meal in front of him, and slowed down his movements, "Chuya failed this time, right? After all, it is a psychic supernatural ability. Fortunately, I went in time."

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, swallowed the food in his mouth, and said unconvinced: "Next time, make him look good!"

Osamu Dazai shook his head and sighed, "Chuya's resistance to spiritual abilities is still the same as before."

"No one is immune except you." Nakahara Nakaya raised his blue eyes and glanced at Osamu Dazai, very dissatisfied with someone's words.

Osamu Dazai said innocently, "I'm just concerned."

"Really? Thank you so much!" Nakahara Nakaya bit the steak viciously in his mouth, and those who didn't know it thought it was the meat of Dazai Osamu.

Osamu Dazai blinked his kite-colored eyes, and sat across from Nakahara, eating slowly, his whole body was quiet and harmless.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Nakahara Chuya's vigilance was at the highest level, he filled his stomach with the fastest speed, and replenished his physical strength to cope with any situation that might happen next.

Osamu Dazai stared at Chuya Nakahara, and said in a gentle voice with a smile, "Chuya looks like a little hamster now."

A fork with red light flew towards Osamu Dazai, who dodged it shortly.Osamu Dazai patted his chest with lingering fear, and complained: "It's scary, Chuya!"

"I wish I could scare you to death!" Zhong Yuan gave him a cold look and said irritably.

Osamu Dazai said aggrievedly, "Okay, okay, I'll keep quiet!"

In the next period of time, Osamu Dazai did not back down, but someone's sad eyes were more aggressive than his voice.

Nakahara Chuya smiled angrily, put the empty bowl on the table, and said to Osamu Dazai: "Since you are so free, go and clean the bowl."

Osamu Dazai was stunned for a moment, "I do the dishes?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also said as a matter of course: "I cook the rice, so you come to wash the dishes, what's the problem?"

Osamu Dazai argued, "But I also help with the cooking!"

"Don't want to do the dishes?" Zhong Yuan raised his eyebrows, "Then you can leave now!"

Osamu Dazai asked unconvinced: "Two people cook the rice and eat it, so why am I the only one who washes the bowl?!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyebrows and said, "Because this is my home?"

Osamu Dazai asked back: "So, how can you let the guests wash the dishes?"

Nakahara Chuya followed Dazai's example and blinked his blue eyes, and gave an irrefutable reason, "Aren't you here to take care of me? How can a patient wash the dishes?"

Dazai was speechless.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at his expression and couldn't help laughing.He stood up and patted Osamu Dazai, and said briskly: "There are not many bowls, and they will be finished soon."

Osamu Dazai complained: "Chuya doesn't look like a patient. Didn't he feel very energetic when he was cooking just now?"

"Well, I feel sleepy now." Zhong Yuanzhong also yawned seriously, "Maybe it's because I just had enough."

There was the sound of water in the kitchen, and Nakahara Nakaya leaned on the kitchen counter, watching Osamu Dazai reluctantly standing in front of the sink washing dishes, and commented in his heart: This expression is really one that people will never tire of seeing!

After a while, he turned and left, walked towards the living room, and took two pears from the fruit plate as he passed the dining room.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Zhong Yuanzhong also let out a sigh of relief, his eyes swept across the room lightly.

Everything in the living room was the same as it was before he left, the flowers in the vase on the coffee table were bright, vivid and lifelike.