[Bungo Stray Dogs Shuanghei Taizhong] The Seven Year Itch

From "Chapter 1" · 27 years old

It was the other party who first mentioned the breakup.

Zhong Yuanzhong also remembered the reddish corners of his eyes on such a pretty face, and the dim stars seemed to be struggling to give out their last light.

The woman said to him unwillingly and somewhat sadly: "Do you love me? Who is that person you blurted out in your sleep when you were drunk and dreamed about every day? Don't you know in your own heart? If I don't make it clear, will you Just keep hiding it from me? Nakahara Chuya, tell me clearly!"

'Aren't you the one I should love? Zhong Yuanzhong also almost blurted out.

"Who?"

"Who else, Osamu Dazai!" The woman turned her back to him, unable to see her face, sobbing intermittently, "The same bed I was expecting with joy turned into a strange dream, it's extremely ironic... Nakahara Chuya."

She pushed open the door and left, the sound of high heels hitting the ground gradually faded away.

The sky was gloomy as if heavy rain was coming, and the dark clouds seemed to wash away some hidden and unspeakable evil.

Ever loved?

Have you ever loved anyone?

The big European-style hanging clock is still ticking round and round, it walks day after day, year after year, struggling in the torrent that rushes forward and never returns.

Nakahara Zhongya stood in the room, his heart was beating with the clock, making noise in the din, the sound penetrated into the brain and disrupted thinking.

Osamu Dazai.

It's been too long since I've heard anyone mention or talk about this name.

The memories washed by the years are clean and fuzzy, and no matter how vivid and deep-rooted the emotional struggle is, it is just a knot in the end.

The more the memories become more blurred until they are forgotten.

Dazai Osamu was declared dead in a certain summer many years ago, the cause of death was a pistol bullet directly into the frontal lobe of the brain.

In the winter of the same year, Chuya Nakahara and Zhizi Hirano met after being introduced by the leader, and they lived together soon after.

Zhongyuan Zhong never mentioned Dazai Osamu who had defected in front of women, and the port mafia only knew that the person in the Zhongyuan cadre's house was the daughter of a certain government cadre, and she was a delicate girl who had nothing to do with the outside world. Miss—after all, this is just a premeditated product of the port mafia's business marriage into the upper echelon of politics.

Flirtation.

Zhizi Hirano is extremely beautiful, so beautiful that she is as thrilling as a woman who was incarnated in front of Tamamo, gorgeous and intoxicated.

The tail of the long chestnut hair is slightly curled up, and the iris-colored eyes seem to be full of tenderness that is not enough for the light of the lake and the autumn moon. His fingers are pale and delicate, as delicate as a face drawn by God himself, and it looks great without makeup.

"Plain, Zhizi."

When they first lived together, Zhongyuan Zhong also often looked at the woman's face in a daze, chewing the woman's name repeatedly in his mouth, and then said after a long time: "Then I will call you 'Zhizi' from now on, Miss Pingyuan."

Perhaps this name is just a coincidence, the deep feelings in my heart will not be read, and it is expected that the leader will not control his subordinates in every detail.

Zhong Yuanzhong also saw the woman's happy smile, and seemed to think that this was the expression of the budding love.

After all, he is a mafia, so how can he not know that he can't easily express his true feelings to others?

Word-by-word exhortations are the silk weaving the best lies.

In the past seven years, Zhong Yuanzhong has always repeatedly recalled his youth, and the sound of cicadas has a stereo-like texture, which is heard along with the noise.

Damp moss winds its way up the shady steps, and the hot air rolls in with heat waves.

The sky was vast and cloudless, and the stars fell indifferently on the dark blue curtain.

The beetle jumped up the steps of his year, motionless, and fell asleep.

So yin and yang reversed, and time went back to his frivolous youth.

【ETC.】