【Taizhong】Desperado

Few people knew about the relationship between the two. It wasn't because the person involved deliberately concealed it, but even the colleagues who worked together couldn't believe that the two guys who were fighting against each other all day would be a couple.If it were a subordinate with strong dependence, he might have been slandered by Dazai's attitude long ago, but Nakahara Chuya would not ask for any help from him even in the most difficult times, and Dazai would not be superior to this To, take that arrogant aggressive attitude towards him.

Ogai Mori found out that he didn't know when, but whenever Chuya Nakahara applied for a task, Osamu Dazai would always follow up and submit the application.He originally thought that Dazai would be depressed for a while because of his friend's death, but now it seems that his worries are completely unnecessary.Dazai seems to have found an unprecedented target person whom he particularly cares about.

During that time, the blood race in the north had to cross the Tsugaru Strait every once in a while, and sporadic but continuous attacks would appear on the radio every few days. Everyone had a premonition that a new round of aggression and occupation was imminent .The government evacuated the residents of the northern coastline of the state, but the situation continued to deteriorate. As the first and last line of defense for human beings, a large number of blood hunters were sent to the gray zone.

Central China is no exception.

Mori Ogai could have assigned him a safer task, but the shortage of manpower there obviously made him have to reuse his two most proud pieces:

"If Dazai knows about this decision, he will definitely not give me a good face."

"I'll go, what does it matter to him?" This was his decision.

"Don't you and him always perform missions together?"

"It's him who always follows me."

"Uh... You're right. If it weren't for your tough attitude, I would have thought he was protecting you, and it was your...domination."

"I protect him more," Zhong Ye cast a sideways glance at his boss, who may not have very good eyesight, "However, we are in that kind of relationship."

It is one thing to have various guesses in the heart, but it is quite another thing to hear the person concerned admit it personally.Mori Ogai was so surprised that the tea cup in his hand fell directly on the red carpet that had just been cleaned by the cleaning company, his mouth was slightly opened, and he hesitated to speak while looking at Nakahara.

"Are you really...together?"

Nakahara Chuya, of course, looked at Mori Ogai with an expression of "why would I bother to lie to you about this kind of thing".Ogai Mori would love to call this the scariest joke of the year, but it's true.Although the various reasons are still unclear at present, the two things of emotion and combination are themselves difficult to penetrate.So this proud man who thought he was planning a strategy made a discovery that surprised him: he had known Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Nakaya for so many years, but he didn't know what was in their heads.

In fact, not only Mori Ogai thinks about them that much, but Nakahara Chu also often feels that he doesn't know anything about Osamu Dazai.

He couldn't bluntly ask Dazai that he wanted to know about his life and past. He was curious, but he couldn't open his mouth.Nakahara also found himself really ignorant of Dazai Osamu's life experience and personal preferences except that his birthday is June No. 19, his love of trench coats, his hobby of drinking and eating crabs.

After forming a relationship, the two have never been intimately married. In fact, if Dazai asks for it now, he may not necessarily refuse, but Dazai seems not very interested in this aspect.And Nakahara Chuya, a guy whose mouth is ten thousand times tougher than his temper, is determined not to be ashamed to invite Dazai to join his world.

The second closest distance between them happened on a snowy winter night.After that mission, snow powder suddenly floated in the sky, quietly floating in the light mountains of Beijin in January.They finally found a small open tavern after the last train left at the station. It is purely Japanese and does not serve someone’s favorite red wine. Some simple side dishes.

When the yawning hostess brought them a pot of sake that was warmed in a small hot basin, Nakahara also frowned. The aroma of the wine that was slightly warmed was rich and mellow, making people slightly intoxicated.But the aroma of rice and grapes is far from that of the other, and he knew that he would not like this taste.

"People always have to try new things, Chuya," Dazai took the initiative to pour half a glass for him, and poured another glass for himself, full, "You will find that they may not be bad."

Nakahara didn't speak, and didn't look at the wine glass. He stared at Osamu Dazai's smiling eyes, which had reflected the color of blood an hour ago—they had just killed a blood spy in the dark and cold forest—a Fragile human beings.

"You really should try it, I guarantee you will love this drink."

While he was recalling the mission, Dazai had already taken a sip, and at the end he raised the emerald-colored cup and shook it in the middle, with a smile on his pretty eyes.

"You're wasting your tongue, I only drink red wine." He refused.

Hearing this, Dazai spread out the other palm, but in fact there was nothing there.However, he turned his eyes slightly, and turned to the wooden window by the table for the two of them. It was still snowing outside, and in this silent night without anyone: "I know what you like, red wine and roses, but I don't have these tonight." Two things."

Nakahara looked at Osamu Dazai in a panic and opened the window a little bit, allowing the cold air of the winter night to drift in with transparent and cold snow. The cold wind hit his side face, and he had to shrink his neck.

Dazai tapped the window eaves made of old wood lightly with his fingers, his eyes curved into thin moons: "I can only give you sake and snow now."

A flake of snow powder was blown into half a glass of wine.It was a quick moment to fall on the wine surface, but it was dragged slowly and long by Dazai's nice and illusory voice.

Without any reason, he was persuaded again.Zhong Yuanzhong also took a sip of the liquid floating in the emerald-colored wine glass, and the tip of his tongue slid across the white and flawless, as if the fine snow had purified the wine.

Putting down the cup, he found Dazai looking at him: "How is it?"

But Zhongyuan Zhong didn't want to express the joy of the unexpected harvest too blatantly. In fact, he was a little at a loss for the atmosphere between the two now-sitting quietly facing each other while drinking and watching the snow. Times are weirder than ever.

"That's it." He answered casually.

"Would you like some more?"

"You can have some more."

Dazai poured him some more, but it was really only a pitiful amount.

"You should drink less."

"Are you afraid that I'll get drunk?"

"That's right." Dazai had seen someone's wine before, and it was at the level of causing trouble if he didn't pay attention.

Zhong also faked a cough in embarrassment: "It doesn't matter if you drink a little more."

He said it was okay to drink a little more, but he drank three full cups in front of Dazai.

The flame buried in the body of alcohol was ignited, and the cheeks began to heat up, but his mind was still very clear. Zhong Yuanzhong also knew that he was not drunk yet, but he was not far from being really drunk.He probably felt a little dizzy, so when Dazai settled the bill and they wanted to get away, his body shook uncontrollably. Fortunately, he put his hands on the edge of the table in time, and stabilized before Dazai came to pull him. Live the center of gravity.

After saying "Thank you for your hospitality", Dazai turned his head and looked at Chuya who was holding on to the door frame and looking out the door. After thinking for a while, he still took a step towards him and grabbed the black gloved hand.Maybe Chuuya was really getting drunk, and he cooperated very well without dodging or throwing away. This attitude of not refusing made Dazai pull him even tighter.

"We are still some distance away from the hotel, we have to go up the mountain."

Dazai took him two steps, and when he saw the small path of the mountain pass around the house pillar, he pointed to the dark shadow of the heavy mountain and said.

Zhongyuan Zhong also narrowed his eyes to look at the unrealistic way forward, and nodded in bewilderment, his cheeks were still hot.

Two people, two sets of footprints.They walked up the muddy mountain road wetted by snow, and the white snow floated unrestrainedly in the mountains, and there was a pair of subtle breathing sounds in the silence.

Dazai has been walking in front of Nakaya, and the two of them have always held hands lightly, with a distance between their bodies in front of each other - and this distance of a quarter of a meter has never been shortened.

The cold temperature in the mountains prevented Nakahara Nakaya from being completely drunk. With Dazai's traction, he followed very slowly. Although his footsteps were a bit flimsy, he finally fell headfirst on the wet and cold mountain road without shame. superior.

It was snowing, and Zhong was also looking at the back in front of him.

Osamu Dazai looked very tall and straight, much taller than himself, beside him he was indeed a dark little dwarf.Moreover, Dazai is very thin, with a narrow waist and long legs. At first glance, he looks a little fragile. He is so thin that it is impossible to imagine what kind of strength is hidden under such a body.Dazai's face is more beautiful than handsome, but unlike the vulgar beauty between the eyebrows and eyes of a woman, Dazai's face has a delicate and heroic look.As for the iconic black messy hair, he usually doesn't bother to take care of it, so it always sticks out in bunches here and there, and doesn't look very energetic.And Dazai's eyes... He couldn't see Dazai's eyes from behind, but after seeing him thousands of times, it's not hard to imagine: a pair of eyes as deep as dark amber, as for the glint in them, it can be like It can be as cool as summer, but it can be as quiet as late autumn, and it can even be the ever-unpredictable cold winter.

He slowed down his pace until finally he stopped completely, just as Dazai wanted to look back at his situation, Dazai let go of his hand.

Under Dazai's gaze, he took off his gloves, stretched out his hand to open Dazai's wrist, and then rubbed it along the warm veins, until finally he inserted each finger into Dazai's finger, and the warmth flowed for a moment. Passed from the intertwined fingers of the two.

After drinking three glasses of courage, Zhongyuan Zhong also closed his eyes and felt this feeling carefully.This is the first time he has formed a connection with a dominator with his bare hands. This feeling, which is sometimes cool and sometimes warm, is strange to him, but it does have a reassuring power and is extremely comfortable.

It was the first time they formed a bond, and Nakahara didn't expect that the feeling Dazai brought him would be like this. He thought it was the kind of extremely intense and turbulent emotion.

This feels... weird.He couldn't get used to the atmosphere between the two of them at all, as if everything was wrong, it was very different from what he had imagined.

"Why..." He looked at Dazai in a dazed manner, trying to find the answer in doubt, like a lost person.

"Why do you think so?"

The distance of a quarter of a meter was shortened by Dazai.He took two steps towards him, squeezed the hand that Nakaya held with him, and smiled.

"You created an illusion to play tricks on me." Zhong also said.

Dazai looked at him and shook his head.

"That's why we're all drunk now."

Dazai also shook his head, and said with a smile: "You, you really fell asleep when you got drunk and went crazy."

"So……"

An idea based on emotion also emerged in Zhong Yuanzhong's mind. He was taken aback by himself, his eyes glanced aside, his lips moved, but he finally didn't have the courage to say this idea out.

But Dazai blinked, and hummed happily: "Oh, it's this one!"

"...What?! I haven't spoken yet."

"But the answer is written on Chuya's face." Dazai was very sure of what his partner was thinking just now, he raised the hand they were still holding, and said in a light and firm tone, "Not only your face, but also ,here."

Nakahara also wanted to shake off his hand and disconnect the connection that made him embarrassed at this moment, but Dazai firmly restrained him.Dazai not only pressed his palm tighter, but also pressed his fingers tightly on the back of his hand.

His other hand moved to Zhong Ye's pursed lips, and his index finger and middle finger wiped a piece of snow that had just fallen on the corner of his lips: "No matter what you want to say here, it is it."

Finally, Zhongyuan Zhong also gave up.He gave up on himself and stopped making superfluous cover-ups.The other party had already used his mind reading skills to see him clearly. Playing too many word games was like low-level flirting, and he was not interested at all.

"Chung Ye?"

"Ok?"

He looks up.Then Dazai pretended to be casual and kissed him.

to be continued.