【Taizhong】Madman

Zhong Yuan forgot which drinking buddy who had a drink with him in the GAY bar said such a sentence when he was drunk: don’t provoke a villain who holds a grudge, don’t provoke a beautiful woman—and don’t provoke a beautiful and flirtatious one man.

Although the half of the last self-created sentence can be uttered, most of the reason is that this drinking buddy has just been abandoned by a beautiful and romantic man. It has not been three days since he broke up with him. In the gloomy time when he said it was okay and cried loudly after drinking his head at night, Nakahara Chuya had a kind of friendship with him, and he was obliged to drink with him to relieve his boredom. I felt that this sentence was a bit meaningful, so I listened to it and left an impression in my heart. I tried to comfort myself that this night was not so boring at all.

Of course, he thinks this sentence is interesting, not because he has experienced the same experience as the poor drinking buddy—no, if he insists on saying it, he should actually have experienced it, but the identity object needs to be reversed, he should stand on the side of the drinking buddy The position of the "beautiful and flirtatious" man in the mouth that makes people "grit their teeth and never forget".In this way, if he thinks about it in another way, he silently reflects on the Yingying Yanyan and the flowers and plants that he has left before, and realizes that although he has achieved the greatest degree of gentlemanly demeanor and kindness when breaking up It's good to get together, but I'm afraid that in private, like drinking buddies, the number of people who don't care about their image and drink all night to relieve their worries... probably can't be counted with two hands.

As a result of comparing his heart to heart like this, Zhongyuan Zhong also touched his nose lightly, feeling a little worried.Fortunately, he soon regained his confidence and felt that he would definitely not provoke such a person, because he was not interested in such a person at all. If such a person really appeared, he must have a cold face and did not want to go. take care of.

Therefore, even if there is bad luck, it should be the "other" who came to provoke him. Anyway, it won't hurt him——

"Hi, I'm Dazai Osamu's boyfriend, meeting for the first time."

However, even if he said what he said, even if he set up a flag that swaggered across the market, Ren Zhongyuanzhong never thought that he was the one who said such things at the beginning, and now he is the one who slapped himself in the face with his own hands. He is still ignorant and thinks that he is right The control of self-emotion is still as perfect as every time before.

The intern, who had no idea what was going on, was stunned for a few seconds after the statement of possession, and then showed a subtle look in his eyes that mixed the contradictory emotions of "accustomed" and "shocked".Nakahara also felt that the "accustomed" part should be the result of Osamu Dazai's perennial flirting. As for the "shocked" part, it may be that he was shocked that Dr. Dazai, the public lover known as the first straight man, finally broadened his horizons completely. The scope of hunting... From now on, it is not taboo, and men and women take it all.

"..."

Sure enough, after a while of silence, the little intern girl with an expression of "the number of his mother's rivals has doubled since then" bowed hurriedly with a stiff face, and then walked away from the door of the heart surgery department in a daze. go out.

The moment the little girl's back completely disappeared from sight, Mr. Killer, who also had a not-so-good complexion, immediately pulled away Osamu Dazai who was leaning on him because of the words just now, with a gloomy expression on his face Water was about to drip out: "Next time you lean on me without saying hello, believe it or not, I really made a hole in your head?"

"The middle is so fierce——" Osamu Dazai casually stood up straight, with his hands in his pockets, with a playful expression on his face that looked like he didn't deserve a beating, and there wasn't even half of the fatigue that was still hanging on his face just now.He raised his eyebrows, dragged his voice lazily, and pretended to complain: "A few seconds ago, he said he was my boyfriend, but in a blink of an eye, he crossed the river and demolished the bridge, and he is so cruel..."

Dazai Osamu's voice was quite normal at the beginning, but in the second half, he changed his body directly, squeezed his throat and recited this plausible complaint in a very tactful way, just like the complaining women in those dramas.And he himself obviously knows that it feels very awkward to say so, so when he said "boyfriend", he was still two steps away from the Central Plains, and when he said "horizontal", he had already retreated to the place where the doctor's personal clothes were placed. In a row of iron cabinets, while putting on his coat, he cautiously glanced at the expressionless Mr. Assassin, apparently to protect himself with the opened iron door.

I actually became interested in such a guy?Zhong Yuanzhong also couldn't figure it out.

He stared at the handsome man in front of him, who was untied and unwashed after a night of war and chaos, but he still made people's eyes shine, and after hesitating for a while, he made up his mind.

Hmm... Let's take a look again.

So he frowned and stared at the person for a few seconds, and Zhongyuan Zhongya, who only wanted to have a good time, made the hair stand on end when the hairs of a cardiologist at the crematorium stood on end, and then he said impatiently: "You used to I don't care what it is, but you'd better not cause me any trouble during the time I'm in your house. Of course, this trouble also includes your—"

The handsome Mr. Killer slightly raised his eyebrows. "...confidantes," he said.

This sentence sounded like a frivolous flirting at first, but Osamu Dazai instinctively felt a fleeting sense of strangeness from a deeper place.However, he has probably never known what "restraint" is, and he is proficient in "adding fuel to the fire", so even though his brain was cautiously guessing the deep meaning of Zhong Yuan's reaction just now, the corner of his mouth was already bent first, and a smile came out , flirting back on purpose: "Take care of yourself like a jade, no promiscuous sex... Are you making a family rule with me?"

Then there was another half-minute silence.

The early morning light has leaked into the department sparsely through the windowpanes that have been wiped clean without a single finger mark. I lazily and nonchalantly climbed to the pot of green radish in the corner, adding another ray of light to the energetic green plant. One or two points of vitality; the round sparrow landed on the branch of the big tree outside the window that stretched straight to the window, stretched its neck that had been confused with the round body, looked into the window curiously, and occasionally called once or twice. He didn't let the two humans in the room turn their heads to look at him.

"...You think beautifully."

Nakahara Chuya finally said.Then he moved his shoulders that were a little stiff after sitting all night, intending to turn over the scene of the two silences just now: "Go back, catch up on sleep—what are you doing stupidly, do you still want to have breakfast?"

Osamu Dazai watched the small Mr. Assassin walk past him towards the door, and at some point his quietly sinking eyes chased his back; when Chuya Nakahara's figure was about to disappear outside the door, he shrugged slightly, grabbed He picked up the key and sauntered out.

Regarding the choice of breakfast, the two of them unexpectedly agreed on this aspect. They both chose to carry a bag of fresh fruit and bread from the supermarket near the apartment, and go back home with a fried egg (Zhongyuan Zhong also asked for extra milk) and let it go.

It is not difficult to make a breakfast of fruit, bread and milk. After finishing his own portion, Nakahara Zhong also held a cup of hot milk, folded his legs and huddled in a corner of the sofa, hugging a pillow to brew sleep.He didn't feel much about staying up all night without sleep. Anyway, this kind of thing is commonplace for him with a special nature of work, but after all, he has a mortal body and he will not refuse if he has the opportunity to get enough sleep.

Osamu Dazai was not with him, but sat at the dining table, drinking a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper like an old man—Nakahara Nakaya saw him using the coffee machine to make freshly ground coffee, thinking that this person was busy with work, and returned I have to keep working at home, but the answer I get is my physical fitness. Although coffee can make this person refreshed for half an hour or an hour, it is easier to fall asleep after going to bed, and there will be no jet lag after waking up. A general feeling of headache.

Mr. Killer, who had never had so many troubles, smelled the strong aroma of espresso lingering on his nose, blinked and thought about whether he could try this next time.

When the hour hand pointed to eight o'clock, Zhong Yuanzhong also yawned, put down the empty milk cup and prepared to go to sleep in the house.After taking two steps, he heard the buzzing sound of the phone vibrating, so he stopped impatiently and looked back.Osamu Dazai, who still had a cup of coffee left, took out his phone from his pocket to have a look, then raised it up and gestured to Mr. Assassin at home from a distance, swiped it open and answered the call.

With a very casual glance, Zhong Yuan actually didn't see who the caller was on the screen, but when his eyes fell on Osamu Dazai's face, he knew that the person on the other end of the phone must be someone from the hospital.

why?

Because after getting along for such a short period of time, the man in front of him who seemed to be always sloppy could show such a cold and indifferent expression. He only returned to the department when Osamu Dazai just got off the operating table this morning. I just saw it.

"Bed 312, white blood cell bacterial infection?" Osamu Dazai was listening to the phone, slowly stirring the last bit of warm coffee in the cup with a small copper spoon in one hand, "How many items are there now?"

A string of numbers was read out quickly and clearly on the other end of the phone.

"Well... don't worry, calm down, the situation is not that bad." Osamu Dazai's tone was flat, and he was so anxious to speak on the phone that he almost bit his tongue, and he didn't even tremble his eyelashes, "Additional blood transfusion, 350ml plasma 350ml Hongxuan, temporarily stabilize the patient's condition. The rest of the treatment is difficult to judge because I am not on the scene, but the measures just now allow you to wait until the work with Dr. Xie Ye is over..."

At eight o'clock in the morning, the very dazzling sunlight slowly spread from the floor-to-ceiling windows, climbed up Dazai Osamu's trousers, and gradually went upward; Stand up and stand in the shade behind.

Of course, the whole process did not prevent him from continuing to talk on the phone.

It does not prevent Nakahara Chuya from continuing to observe him.

A handsome dark-haired man.The scorching sun is an inch in front of his feet, and the soft darkness is close to him - he is used to lowering his eyes casually when he is working, no matter the surrounding is anxious to go to the sky or tired, he wants to collapse into a dead dog on the spot. With this calm look, Zhongyuan Zhong also guessed that he would probably be like this during the operation. His movements were fine and accurate, and he would not panic at all because of any sudden situation of the patient on the operating table, so it gave people the feeling that he could not even be ashamed. called indifference.

In the eyes of Nakahara Chuya, this feeling is probably like a person who has never eaten spicy food and finally tried Hell Millet Pepper one day. An extremely stimulating sense of satisfaction.

It's kind of addicting.

Mr. Killer, who loves men, touched his chin and thought for a while, and finally had to admit that he was indeed tickled by the handsome doctor in front of him who teased him first.

That young intern Atsuya Nakajima is indeed cute.However, if this doctor who looks ascetic and indifferent at work can show aggressive and lustful eyes in front of him...

That would make him even more eager to try.

Zhong Yuanzhong also slightly raised his eyebrows.

"..."

The dangerous gaze from behind was impossible to ignore. While listening to the phone, Osamu Dazai happily lowered his eyes, quietly hiding the cunning light in his eyes.