[Comprehensive] Martyrdom is not a good civilization

The snow fell from the sky, and the soft snowflakes piled up in blocks, and the eyes were clean and white.

Walking on the quiet path where the snowflakes were falling, most of the students hurried out of the school, and I walked unhurriedly with my schoolbag on my back.I put the umbrella in my schoolbag, and somehow I just want to see this piece of white.

Today is Christmas Eve, and there is a short winter break from Christmas to January [-]th.The students on the campus exchanged the Ping An fruit, laughed and strode out of the school gate impatiently.

"Sakura Valley-san! Please wait!"

Shadows fell overhead, covering the falling snowflakes.I turned my face and found that a classmate who looked a little familiar was holding an umbrella for me.

I backed away from under the umbrella inexplicably, returned to the pure white, and showed a puzzled expression to the flushed male classmate.

"?"

"Please accept this safe fruit, Sakuragu-san, and wish you a safe and smooth new year!"

"...Thank you for your blessing, I didn't bring back the peace fruit, so please take it back, I'm leaving first."

On festivals like Christmas Eve, people give gifts to the opposite sex to express their goodwill.

I nodded politely and left quickly. For some reason, since Dazai appeared at the school festival last time, I, who was originally not very popular, quickly attracted many boys to show my affection.

"Huhu~" While trotting, white mist exhaled from his mouth and nose, covering his sight, and he also became silent.

Dazai was already standing at the gate of the school holding an umbrella, white snow fell on the black umbrella surface, black and white clearly caught the eye.

"Little Ayako~"

He was wearing a sand-colored windbreaker, with a scarf that I clumsily woven around his neck. His gentle eyebrows and eyes were very attractive when he was serious—I have seen many female students pretending to pass by to look at Dazai.

"Dazai!"

I rushed over, and my feet made a crunching sound on the snow-covered ground. The snowflakes falling on the top of my head streaked across my face with the movement, and were melted by the temperature of the skin into cold water droplets.

Dazai stroked my wet hair, took off the scarf and wrapped it from neck to cheek.

"Little Ayako is still a child." Dazai said, smiling lightly and wiping the drops of water off my cheeks with his fingertips.

"Yeah, you are one year older during Chinese New Year, and soon you will be an adult and I will still be a minor." I rubbed my face in Dazai's arms, smearing all kinds of snow on it, and sure enough, all the peeping eyes disappeared .

With my face buried in the scarf, I secretly smiled smugly.

"That's right, my underage girlfriend, I feel a bit of a pang in my conscience." Dazai adjusted his position and stood on my right side, shielding him from the cold wind blowing obliquely.

"It's still in the probation period, your conscience doesn't need to hurt." I blinked and made a grimace at Dazai, and put my hand on his hand holding the umbrella handle.

"It's so cold, why don't you wear gloves?"

"I want Xiao Lingzi to help me keep warm."

"Huh? What's wrong with the gloves I bought for you?" I squinted my eyes and saw the guilty look of this bad guy at a glance.

Dazai's skin was much better than before when it was pale and bloodless, and the feeling of sickness and weakness disappeared a lot.What I am most gratified about is that he has grown flesh. Although it is not much, a little bit is a big breakthrough.

"I really like Ayako's gloves, so I always wear them..."

"And then?" I asked as I untied the scarf around my neck. This scarf was my first practice work, and the planning error was much longer than expected.

"Get dirty while working."

"Just dirty?"

I stood on tiptoe holding the corner of the scarf, Dazai stopped and lowered his head and was wrapped around his neck twice, the soft gray cloth warmed my body temperature and his.

It's a little long for one person, but it's just right for two people.

"Stained with other people's blood, the things that Xiao Lingzi gave me should also be stained with my blood." After tying up the scarf, Dazai moved his face closer and rubbed against my cheek, then whispered reluctantly grumble.

"Your idea is a bit magical." I kicked my hand in the pocket of Dazai's windbreaker, absorbing the warmth from his body, "If you dare to get hurt, points will be deducted."

"Don't dare, don't you dare, does that mean you can become an official boyfriend with [-] points and get married with [-] points?" When we walked to the parking place, Dazai opened the passenger door for me, and Xing Xingxing looked at me.

The black-haired young man under the snow-colored expression was pure, with only focus and expectation in his eyes.

Who can stand it.

"Yes!" Maybe I was dazzled by the beauty, I blurted out in a flash.

I thought that after experiencing the emotional failure of my parents, I would have a subconscious aversion to the word marriage, but I didn’t expect that I didn’t have any aversion when Dazai mentioned it.

It seems that the score must be strictly controlled, and Sakuragu Yoichi alone was earned [-] points by Dazai.

I fastened my seat belt thinking so much, and sat in the co-pilot with complicated emotions.

"After marriage, Ayako will completely belong to me, I'm looking forward to it~"

Dazai's expectations are fully reflected in the speed at which he drives. Usually there are roller coasters occasionally, and more of it is the smooth ride on the road after being trained by me.

It seems to be very floating today.

I took out a lollipop from the storage box and bit into it with a crisp sound: "It's not a label to mark the territory, there is something wrong with your adjective."

"From youth to old age, there is only each other's life, rounded up, Xiao Lingzi is mine~"

After the relationship between Dazai and I was relatively stable, this kind of possessive black mud sentence occasionally appeared.I have gradually gotten used to it, anyway, Dazai is just an insecure coward, Ayako-sama, I have to understand.

"Yeah, Dazai is mine too." I nodded, and suddenly found a blind spot in Dazai's sentence, "Only each other, child, don't you want it?"

"Hey, does little Ayako actually want a child?" Dazai slammed to a stop in front of the zebra crossing, with a surprised expression as if he had discovered a new land.

"...No, I think this topic can be discussed later."

This topic is not going in the right direction, I am still a green and beautiful girl, what kind of children are I talking about.

Dazai winked at me viciously, and happily turned a hundred and eighty corners with one sentence: "But I just want to say it now~"

"Don't get carried away, you have offended grandpa severely, okay? My cousin showed me your negotiation video and taught me to be a ruthless scumbag."

"Ah, that old man..." Dazai showed a toothache expression, "Scum girl, am I the only one?"

"How do I know that? Look at you~"

Dazai didn't speak any more, and drove the car with a solemn expression along the way, and finally parked slowly in the parking lot of the shopping mall.

It was Christmas Eve, and before it was dark, many people came out to shop in festive clothes.Santa Claus on the street, carrying a huge cloth bag, smiled kindly at the passing children begging for gifts.

"Do you want to buy something?"

"No, it's mainly to date Ayako and buy greeting cards for some former colleagues in Yokohama."

"Hey, why didn't you say that when I was drawing a greeting card a few days ago, hand-painted is more sincere, and the ones in the store look very ordinary."

Most of the annual greeting certificates are sent out to friends one after another in mid-December. It is too cold to print on the computer, so I have always handwritten them by hand.

"Well, he doesn't deserve it."

"Pfft, so it's for Mr. Zhongyuan."

"Don't mention Zhongye for such a good day, Ayako."

"Okay, my fault."

I covered my mouth and snickered, Dazai is really no different from a child, and he still has a very bearish one.

There are red lanterns hanging on the street. The winter day fades early, and the snowflakes are still floating, but each snowflake is thoughtfully reduced in size, so that people can spend Christmas Eve with the snow romantically without an umbrella.

"Santa Claus, Merry Christmas Eve~" I took a photo with Santa Claus standing under the huge Christmas tree. We all know that Santa Claus is just an illusion in fairy tales, but everyone showed relaxed smiles forgetting their troubles.

"Happy Christmas Eve, little girl." Santa Claus cheerfully took out two Christmas hats and stuffed them in my hands, and walked towards the next Christmas tree with a huge gift bag.

Dazai lived in Yokohama before. The temperature in Yokohama is not low all year round. The temperature difference between Tokyo and Yokohama is not that big. Even though the waistcoat and windbreaker are a bit flimsy, it is not an exaggeration.

Dazai and I put on our Christmas hats, holding hands and wandering aimlessly.Obviously they are not people who like to join in the fun, but they like to hold hands and walk in the fun.

"Is it cold?" Dazai's fingers were slightly cold, and his palm was dry and warm, I asked as I shook his hand.

"It's not cold." Dazai tilted his head, and the warm light from the red lantern fell on his face.

I shook off Dazai's hand, put my cold hand on his neck, raised my eyebrows and smiled: "Is it cold?"

"……cold."

"Okay, let's go buy a sweater."

"Don't you like this suit?" Dazai took my hand again and stuffed it into the windbreaker pocket together.He looked down at this set of clothes that I had praised many times, with a confused expression, "Little Ayako is so fickle."

"Look at what you're wearing, and then at what other people are wearing, I'm afraid you'll catch a cold, boyfriend!"

"...Little Ayako likes this suit the most."

"What I like is not clothes, but people."

Dazai always likes to get into the wrong place in strange places. He praised him for looking good in a trench coat at the beginning, just because he particularly liked his smile without haze.

It just so happened that the color of the windbreaker matched his smile very well.

In fact, whether it is a suit, coat or yukata, Dazai looks good in it.

"Say it again, little Ayako?" Dazai was stunned for a while, his Santa hat was put on crookedly, and the fluffy balls behind the cap were crooked by his ears, and the tiny snowflakes fell gently.

"Ayako Sakuraya likes Osamu Dazai." I whispered in his ear and confessed, "You're back to yourself, boyfriend."

I have become more and more proficient in the recent love words, and I blame Dazai, who is clingy.

Dazai's eyes were obviously absent-minded for a moment, and bright sparks suddenly burst out from the bottom of his eyes; "Dazai also likes Ayako Sakuraya!"

There are many young couples on the street exuding the sour smell of love. In previous years, I would still feel a little bit of emotion, but I didn't expect to become one of them this year.

Dazai and I wandered around. Under the urging of Supervisor Dazai and Cousin Jingwu’s news from time to time, I exercised seriously every day. Now I am a person who has been shopping all night without blushing or panting.

At this time, there were still 5 minutes before zero o'clock, and everyone in the square stopped to watch the countdown on the huge LCD screen in the shopping mall. The fine snow was drifting unhurriedly, and this year's Christmas Eve was extraordinarily romantic.

The air is still cold, but the lively atmosphere makes people warm up.I gently rubbed my frozen and stiff nose, the cool air inhaled the nasal cavity and the irritated nose became sore, and thin physiological tears came out of my eyes.

"Little Ayako, are you going to cry?"

"Neither are you."

Dazai and I looked at each other, our eyes were moist, and the colorful neon lights flickered in our eyes.

Entering the final countdown, all the businesses around turned off their power, only the countdown numbers on the LCD screen were on, and everyone raised their heads, staring at the beating numbers.

"Dazai, let's go next year..."

This year's Christmas Eve has not yet passed, and I am thinking about where I will be happy next year.I was planning my next year's itinerary in a soft tone, and I was happy when my lips were pressed against the soft touch.

The last five-second countdown was already on the LCD screen, and the people around shouted as the numbers changed.

"five!"

"Uh...you, it hurts..."

"Four!"

"I'm sorry! Little Ayako let me have a look!"

"three!"

"Your lips are broken, what are you doing all of a sudden qwq"

"two!"

"...It is said that this is more romantic?"

"one!!"

Amid the deafening cheers, I reached out and hooked Dazai's neck, and tiptoed to press my bloody lips against it, but this guy was obviously not in the mood yet.

"You idiot, pay attention!"

"Little Ayako is."

The noisy sound faded away, and I only heard the breathing of Dazai and me, and the joyful thumping sound of my heart beating violently.

This Christmas Eve sounds romantic, but it's not romantic at all to have red and swollen lips.

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