When the double black penetrates the if line

"What do you say?"

Osamu Dazai didn't really answer, but spit out such a sentence speciously, and the usual smile in the kite-colored eyes seemed to be swallowed by the darkness, leaving only a piece of coldness.

Nakahara was also unwilling to guess Dazai Osamu's chaotic and messy thoughts, but increased the strength in his hand, feeling the warm blood vessels under his fingertips again.

Before going to bed, he took off his gloves, and his fingertips, which had not seen the air for a long time, were slightly cool, and he could clearly feel the beating and flowing life under a layer of warm skin.

"Chuya, why are you suddenly pressed up? Do you know how heavy you are? This will make me breathless." Osamu Dazai seemed not to notice the finger that was dangerously parked on his aorta, but with a finger like Complaining in the same tone as usual, "Chuya is really stupid. It is a very immoral thing to disturb people's sleep, okay?"

"Are you sleeping?" Zhong Yuanzhong also pulled the corners of his mouth, barely revealing a sarcastic smile, "That's it?"

"Even if I'm not asleep, I can close my eyes and meditate." Osamu Dazai seemed to have made up his mind to blame some kind of fault on Nakahara Nakaya, and said in a dissatisfied tone, "How did Nakahara know if I was right just a second ago?" Are you about to fall asleep? You don’t care about other people’s feelings at all, you press it directly, it’s really a single-celled little slug.”

"Osamu Dazai, I think you haven't been beaten for a long time, so your skin is itchy again." Zhong Yuan also sneered, "Who do you think is short?"

"It's Chuya." Osamu Dazai replied as a matter of course, "Isn't this a matter of course? Even now Chuya's knee can barely reach my thigh, right?"

"Don't talk to me about what's there, Osamu Dazai." Nakahara took a deep breath, this time his expression was full of danger.

He narrowed his eyes and repeated again: "Answer me, is there something you are hiding from me?"

Osamu Dazai fell silent and did not speak.

Zhong Yuanzhong also got the answer from his silence, and asked further: "What is it?"

"Osamu Dazai, I thought we agreed that we would face things together, and we would not leave anyone behind. So what is it and what is it that made you keep it from me and refuse to tell the truth tell?"

"It's unnecessary." Osamu Dazai finally spoke, his voice was not as happy as when he was wrangling this time, but a little dry without emotion, "At least, you don't need to know now."

"I don't need to know?" Zhong Yuanzhong also repeated, and then snorted coldly as if he heard something funny, "So I don't have to, not that I can't."

"Really." Osamu Dazai closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the wavering and silence inside disappeared, replaced by firmness as always.

Regardless of his current posture of being strangled by the throat, he gently stretched out a hand and touched Nakahara Chuya's cheek, his eyes were full of tenderness: "Really, Chuya. Trust me again."

"When everything is over, you will naturally understand what I didn't say."

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the person below him carefully, as if he wanted to describe the expression on Dazai Osamu's face with his eyes through a layer of night, and then looked straight into his heart.

It wasn't until a moment later that Nakahara Chuya withdrew his hand, rolled over to the side, and fell off Dazai Osamu.

"I knew what you were hiding from me." Zhongyuan Zhong also curled up and curled himself into a ball. It was a cat-like posture, cute and docile, but also extremely insecure.

He lightly grabbed Dazai's sleeve, opened his eyes a slit to look at Dazai's side face, and said in a small and sleepy voice: "Hey, bastard Dazai, I will forgive you just this once."

"When the matter is over, if you don't explain it clearly to me, I will really break up with you."

"It's just a breakup, not a breakup?" Dazai Osamu also turned sideways, put one hand on the back of Nakahara Chuya's head, and put his face into his arms, "Are you sure?"

"...and breaking up." Nakahara also added in a very low voice, his voice was muffled by the fabric of Dazai Osamu's clothes, "Because I really hate you lying to me there."

"That will make me very angry. After I am very angry, I don't want to talk to you. If I am really very, very angry, then we can only break up."

"Don't worry." Osamu Dazai sighed softly, and then hugged Nakahara Chuya's whole body into his warm arms.

He stroked Zhongyuan Zhongye's orange-red hair, rested his chin on the top of Zhongyuan Zhongye's head, and said softly: "There won't be that day."

"After all, we haven't talked about love for a few days, how can we bring the topic to break up?"

"...It's better to be like this." The belated tiredness suddenly surged up like a tide, and after Nakahara Chuya forced himself to say this in a very small voice, he couldn't hold back anymore, closed his eyes and fell into a Dark sleep.

"Of course."

"After all, a little slug like Nakaya, but only I have the patience to truly accept it."

After Nakahara fell asleep, Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes and smiled, and said these two words to the night.

……

"Destination, Vongola Mafia." The morning sun was still not very bright. In the gray morning, Bai Lan sat in the driver's seat of the car, turned her head and blinked at the two people behind her.

"You two, did you sleep well last night?"

He knows, he knows what kind of fluctuations and influences the words he said will cause, and now, like a cat that casts bait and waits for the mouse to come out of the hole, it is very interesting to observe with the eyes of the experimental product. Watching our two reactions.

Zhong Yuanzhong also fastened his seat belt, thinking in his heart.

Sure enough, he has the same bad personality as Osamu Dazai, and he really doesn't like such a person.

"Go to the Vongola Mafia." Sitting next to Nakahara Nakaya, Osamu Dazai nodded coldly, as if he hadn't noticed Bailan's secret observation, "I slept well."

"It's just." After saying these three words, Osamu Dazai looked at Bai Lan with a little interest in his eyes, and smiled under his gaze, "Last night, Zhong also took the initiative to lie on me. , It was really a very beautiful night, it was memorable.”

Bai Lan: "..."

Wanting to observe the phenomenon and reaction, but was forced to stuff a mouthful of dog food, Bai Lan gave up trying to test the two people behind, and stepped on the gas pedal instead.

"So shall we go directly to the headquarters of the Vongola Mafia?" Zhong Yuan looked at the scenery outside the window and asked, "How to infiltrate? Did we sneak in by pretending to be or avoiding surveillance?"

"If you want to evade monitoring and detection and sneak in directly, it may be a bit troublesome. After all, judging from what you have seen in the past few days, the defense of the Pengele Mafia can be regarded as very tight." Zhongyuan Zhong also habitually began to analyze , "You must first get a map of their specific headquarters, determine where the rocket launchers will be kept for the next ten years, and which department will keep them, and then consider the next step..."

"Wait." Bai Lan in the driver's seat fixed his eyes on the road conditions, and interrupted his words while driving, "Don't be so troublesome."

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, and looked at the white-haired young man in front: "Do you have a better way?"

"Of course." Bai Lan said as a matter of course, "Your method is too troublesome. We're not going to do some shady business. I'll take you directly to meet the leaders of Pengo Li's generation."

"The ten-year rocket launcher is not particularly precious, and it also has certain defects. In fact, it has not been so cherished and strictly kept in Vengley."

"The leader of this generation, Vengley, is very talkative. We just need to make a report with him to clarify the specific use, or accept the transmission directly from him, and the rocket launcher should be available in ten years."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

Nakahara Chuya: "???!!!!"

No, it's that simple? !