[Comprehensive] Martyrdom is not a good civilization

Dazai's wet hair fell on my neck, and water droplets fell on the skin along the hair. The scorching temperature of the water stains made me feel like he was crying.

What do you think, he won't cry even if I cry.

I was amused by the image of Dazai crying in my head, I stretched out my hand to cover Dazai's warm breath, trying to push his head away.Dazai clung to me like a big cat, his arms around his waist getting tighter and tighter.

"Be sober, I'm not a scumbag who only looks at the body."

"... Oh." Dazai let go of his hand, silently covering his neck.

Reaching out to touch Dazai's back, I gently pushed: "Hurry up, lie on the bed."

The air in the room was a bit stuffy, I held the window and opened a gap, the rain outside was pouring down, and the fresh air with a slight tide poured into the room.

Dazai leaned back against the pillow, his iris-colored eyes rolled with my movements.

The towel around my neck was taken off under my various protests, and it is now on top of Dazai's wet head.There is no ugly scar on the white neck as I imagined, only a circle of slightly darker scars around the Adam's apple, which moves slightly when his Adam's apple rolls.

You are all mentally prepared for your boyfriend to be disfigured, but you just show me this?

The fine and small scars were almost negligible. I stretched out my fingers and touched the strangle marks carefully. It was not as smooth as other skins, but it had a broken and pale beauty after being destroyed.

"Will it hurt?"

Dazai squinted his eyes slightly, rubbed my fingers against the back of his hand lightly: "When I was strangled, I only felt oppressed and suffocated, and I didn't feel any pain at all. At that time, the world in my eyes was illusory."

I sat on the edge of Dazai's bed with my hand out, stroking his neck and drawing a wind talisman on it.The arteries on the side of the neck beat regularly at the fingertips, and the Adam's apple rolls up and down.

"Don't worry, it's not ugly at all." Whether it's visual or artistic, it looks good from my aesthetic point of view.

The kite-colored pupils looked at me, as if confirming that I was not lying, and the long feather-like eyelashes fluttered and drooped: "Little Ayako's eyesight is really bad."

After appeasing the fragile heart of my sick boyfriend, I got up and prepared to pour him a glass of warm water.

"Snapped."

"What are you pulling my hand for?"

My wrist was grabbed by Dazai, and I didn't look weak at all.

"This...my hand has his own thoughts." Dazai didn't let go, gently shaking my wrist and speaking innocently, he pulled me into his arms forcefully.

Don't compare yourself with patients.

Sitting on the edge of the bed leaning against Dazai's arms was uncomfortable, I supported his shoulder with one hand, and pinched the tip of his nose with the other: "Fool, raise your arms."

It's been about 15 minutes since the thermometer was stuffed in, and I tried to undo Dazai's neckline but was stopped by his wet eyes.

"I'll do it myself." Dazai answered and slowly unbuttoned his buttons, while carefully watching my eyes.

Come on yourself.

Dazai's fingertips were as weak as when he was sick, and the buttonholes of his new pajamas were a bit small, and he had to undo a button two or three times.

I waited quietly, the anxious rain outside the window became soothing, and the whirring wind softened.

The first thing to be exposed was the collarbone, and there was a slender mark running straight down on it. Judging from the slightly faded color of the wound, it was an old wound.

Dazai unbuttoned the second button, reached out and took out the thermometer, and quickly grabbed the neckline like a shy girl, covering all the exposed places.

Dazai blinked and smiled at me with an extremely cute expression.

38.2°C, this temperature does not need antipyretics for the time being, let’s try physical antipyretics first.I flicked off the mercury column in the thermometer and stuffed it into the box.

I stared at Dazai's hand on the collar, and hinted frantically, "Show me, boyfriend?"

"No." Dazai refused very simply, he slid off the pillow he was leaning on, and his whole body shrank into the quilt.

"Stingy." I pouted and complained, and helped Dazai tuck the corner of the quilt.

Dazai lifted the quilt suddenly and wrapped me in it together.My upper body was stuffed into Dazai's arms, and my slippers-wearing feet were exposed, kicking around foolishly like a stranded fish.

"Is Xiao Lingzi sick? It's so cold."

"You have a fever, it's so hot! Let go!"

"I don't want it, just hold it for a while." Dazai's tone was soft, his chin rubbed lightly on top of my head, as if he was holding a territorial animal, trying to rub all the smell on me.

"A coquettish monster."

"If this is acting like a baby, can I always act like a baby to Xiao Lingzi?"

"Of course it depends on your performance~"

I patiently lay down in Dazai's arms for a while, scorching heat radiated from his body, the air conditioner was not turned on, only a light breeze blew in from the half-opened window, and I was exhausted in just a few minutes sweat.

Dazai Huan's arms around my waist tightened, thanks to the fact that I didn't eat dinner, maybe this patient is confused and can't tell how much strength he has.

"I can't breathe, do you want to murder your girlfriend?"

"Little Ayako is so thin."

- Push harder so you don't run away.

If my boyfriend says I'm thin, does that mean I'm praising my good figure?I thought for a while, then patted Dazai's chest: "Okay, I'll show mercy and let you hug again."

The rain outside the house suddenly became heavier, and the sound of the rain cut off all the noise and quietly enveloped the world.

I counted Dazai's heartbeat and began to feel drowsy, but the quilt was too tightly covered and my back was already sweating.

I took out my mobile phone and set the alarm clock half an hour later, the sound was turned off and the vibration was on, and I was going to take a nap and get up for dinner.

cell phone……! !

Sitting up in shock while dying, I suddenly remembered the call from Chuya Nakahara just now: "Dazai, Mr. Nakahara called you just now, remember to call back."

"Now that I'm sick, I want to stay away from cell phone radiation."

"Pfft, come on, I think Mr. Zhongyuan is very angry."

Dazai showed a disgusted expression, and his tone was cold: "What does Chuya's anger have to do with me as a patient?"

"Then you patient, be quiet, I saw you lifted the quilt."

"…Oh."

Dazai withdrew his foot that had sneaked out of the quilt, and responded with a grievance.

A little drowsiness disappeared, and I stared at Dazai's collar ready to move: "I won't show it, but can I touch it?"

"Well……"

I showed dead fish eyes and poked Dazai's Adam's apple: "Hmph, I'm just asking, don't give me an answer."

I actually hesitated, boyfriend, you have some principles, okay? !

"Buzz, buzz."

The phone vibrated twice, and I picked it up to see that it was my father calling.

After answering the phone, the person on the other side got straight to the point: "Ayako, tomorrow I will go to Chang Taoist to visit."

Wen Ya's voice did not fluctuate at all, as if she was not talking to her own daughter, but to a tool man.Since the unhappiness last time, he is not even willing to pretend to be warm on the surface.

Regardless of Yoichi Sakuraguchi's tone, I still have to watch Dazai's patient, and I don't have time.

I responded indifferently: "Father, I have something very important tomorrow..."

"No matter what it is, push away the matter between you and those messy friends."

I paused, choked by Sakuragu Yoichi's unreasonable tone.Just about to hang up the phone directly, the back of his hand was covered with slightly damp temperature, Dazai held my hand and brought his face closer: "Long time no see, Mr. Sakuradani."

"You? Ayako! Who is he?" Yingu Yang was a little confused at first, but after he realized it, he sternly called my name.

"I had the honor of meeting you at Chun Qijun's birthday party, although the ending was not very pleasant."

"... Chun Qi?"

"Mr. Sakuradani is such a noble person who forgets things so much—there are reformers, documents, did you remember anything?" Dazai's chin rested on the top of my head, his tone was lazy, and there was a sickly nasal sound in his voice, but his momentum was far overpowering. The stern and soft-hearted Sakuragu Yoichi.

"You, you are from Hong Kong...!"

"I'm Dazai, Dazai Osamu. Probably the one you think of is right, but I have nothing to do with Hong Kong Hei."

I was stunned by the conversation between Dazai and Yoichi Sakuraguya, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw my hand.

"Little Ayako, don't move around." Dazai rubbed his chin lightly on the top of my head, his voice was soft and coquettish, but his tone changed instantly when facing Ying Guyang, "By the way, maybe it's more accurate for me to call you uncle. "

"Mr. Dazai, Mr. Mori did not expressly refuse, please..."

Listening to Sakuragu Yoichi's restrained and ingratiating voice, I felt that my breathing was smooth and the quilt was no longer hot, and even my mood became brighter.

Dazai elongated his tone, with a strong sense of threat: "Oh~ I thought you, a smart person, already understood that silence is a polite refusal. It's just that you showed your little tail a little earlier."

"Yes, yes! Thank you very much for your tip!"

"About the information about the Sakura Valley Zaibatsu, as long as Ayako is happy, I think you will be happy too, right?"

"Hahaha... As long as Ayako is happy, I, a father, will be happy."

Yoichi Sakuragu smiled awkwardly, in fact, I really wanted to see what kind of expression he used to say such shameless words.

Dazai didn't reply, hung up the phone with a snap, and stuffed the phone under the pillow.

"Aren't Ayako complimenting me?" Dazai stretched out his hand to curl the end of my hair, the hair that was originally over the shoulders had already grown below the shoulder blades.

I stared at Dazai, and felt that his image was suddenly reliable and tall: "Dazai, you did a great job! Add [-] points, no, add [-] points!"

In fact, I have never been able to figure out why Ying Guyang is so indifferent to me. This is the case when he and his mother are in good relationship, and it is also the same after they are separated.

If it weren't for the fact that my eyes are exactly the same as those of Sakuragu Yoichi, I would have thought that I was not my own.

Dazai showed me a wicked smile, and leaned into my ear as if whispering: "Speaking of Sakuragu Yoichi, do you know Ayako?"

"Huh? Know what?" Feeling that Dazai was going to reveal some big secret, I immediately pricked up my ears.

"He, what's inside..."

"hold head high?"

"Cough, not very good."

"Huh? Then how did I come here? Am I a fake!"

Dazai's voice was full of laughter: "Of course it's a test tube transplant, what are you thinking, Ayako?"

I showed an expression of collapsed worldview, and held Dazai's hand in disbelief: "...Then Chunqi is also there?"

"No, Sakuragu Haruki was an accident, or a miracle. It is almost impossible for a woman to conceive normally due to the activity in the examination report, but he was born anyway."

I felt funny and ridiculous, with a complicated expression on my face: "So this is the reason why father... Ying Guyang is cold to me?"

"When I see Ayako, I think of my own failure. The more excellent Ayako is, the more shame he feels." Dazai said softly, and he stretched out his arms to wrap around me, "So as long as Ayako stays good, that's fine. .”

"Ah."

My forehead was pressed against Dazai's chest, my eyes were a little sour, but I only felt relieved in my heart.