Looking down like this, Osamu Dazai discovered that there was a black mole on his eyelid, which was small in size and could almost be ignored if he didn't observe carefully.
And when He Quanlian raised her head and smiled brightly, the mole was hidden, revealing only a pair of bright eyes of autumn water, so clean that it reminded people of the boundless sky.
The fingertips that had been kissed curled up slightly, and the itchy touch that had just been left seemed to still be there.
Dazai Osamu couldn't help showing a curious look on his face, like a cat who had found an interesting toy, was staring at the toy intently, and tentatively stretched out his meat ball, fiddled with it, and stopped.
In this numb and boring world, he finally found interesting existence.
Moreover, it seems that this existence will always stay by his side from now on.
Dazai Osamu couldn't help raising the corners of his lips, and there was a hint of anticipation in his eyes.
He suddenly pulled out his arms and turned his palms close to He Quanlian's cheeks, as if they had met for the first time, he frivolously raised the other's chin.
He leaned forward slightly, narrowing the distance between He Quanlian and He Quanlian, with a vague scrutiny in his eyes, lowered his voice, and uttered a few words softly.
"Stay here even if you offer loyalty to me. What is your purpose?"
The boy who was forced to raise his head was obedient and obedient as always, and his eyes were clear without the slightest haze, full of trust.
But in fact, the real Hequan Lian is far from being as simple as it appears.
From the very beginning, it was accompanied by a faint sense of disobedience, and it was not until this meeting that it was truly confirmed. Everything He Quanlian showed was an illusion that he wanted to show to everyone. The real him is far more than everyone imagined. scheming.
Just like just now, he accurately grasped his psychology and accurately threw the bait waiting for him to take the bait.
This pure smile is both fake and real.
The essence of the soul cannot be disguised, nor can the persistence of the heart be disguised. No matter from which point of view, it is the absolute opposite of the mafia, a shining human being.
There is no purest thing in the world, and more or less people will disguise themselves subconsciously. He Quanlian is just the best among them.
Dazai Osamu didn't hate this kind of disguise, and even felt that this kind of Izumi lotus made him more reassuring and more interesting.
When is he pretending, when is he showing the truth again, and finding these flaws is a game that belongs to Osamu Dazai.
Seeing He Quanlian opened his mouth, as if he was going to defend something, Dazai Osamu blocked his lips with his fingertips in advance.
The warm and soft lips were passed from the fingertips, and the feeling of numbness and numbness was conveyed. Dazai Oji raised his eyebrows novelly, but said solemnly.
"Your identity background doesn't seem to have any problems, you have no parents, you have been in school... but that is just an illusion you want us to see."
"Perhaps, you are a spy of the government or the supernatural department, want to Infiltrating the organization to find information, but according to the dead mind of the group, it is too young for a sixteen-year-old child to be a spy, and besides, your joining the organization is full of loopholes, which can easily arouse suspicion.”
He said himself Gu Zi said, but his fingertips restlessly rubbed the soft lips, the soft and waxy touch was unexpectedly addictive, and then he couldn't help touching it two or three times.
He didn't sigh regretfully until He Quanlian finally couldn't hold back the burning pain, and pressed down his hands that were moving randomly.
"So, the most likely reason is that you have something important to sneak here, maybe you are looking for something, maybe you want to get something."
He held He Quanlian's wrist with his backhand, his fingers on the pulsating pulse Pressing down, at the same time a pair of kite-colored eyes stared at He Quanlian's expression, and slowly asked, "Am I right?"
"...Probably." He Quanlian frowned a little tangled, as if he didn't expect Dazai Osamu to pick up the words so openly.
His pulse jumped very steadily, and the expression on his face never changed. Dazai's eyebrows moved slightly, and he became more and more curious about his next explanation.
And Iquan Lian also thought for a few seconds in distress, and suddenly raised his head seriously: "Would you like to get someone's heart?"
Dazai Oji: "..."
The expression on his face showed a momentary blank, Dazai Oji blinked Blinking his eyes, he looked a little confused.
Without waiting for He Quanlian to appreciate his cute expression with great interest, he quickly regained his composure, and rationally spit out a name: "Is it Zhongya? You really like him."
"Why are you the first? The reaction will be Zhongya?" He Quanlian stared at him with a chuckle, and there was a subtle light in his eyes, "Isn't there another choice, right in front of me?"
Facing his meaningful gaze, Dazai Zhi Jing was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly turned his head and laughed out loud.
"Hey, so it turns out that the person you like is me~" The
tone suddenly became cheerful, and the serious atmosphere just now collapsed instantly.
As he said that, he gave a wink on purpose, and shook his body awkwardly.
"..." Vomit -
He Quanlian, who just wanted to flirt, didn't expect him to show such an extremely nauseous and malicious demeanor, and suddenly shivered with numbness on his scalp, and wanted to die for the first time. That shitty self.
He doesn't know what kind of black mud is Osamu Dazai! Why are you still dying! !
"...No, I didn't say that." He hurriedly wanted to step back with a dry laugh, but was suddenly pulled by Osamu Dazai, who was much stronger than him, and overlapped the top and bottom in a half-shameful manner. fell down on the sofa chair.
On the other hand, Osamu Dazai took advantage of the situation and put his arms around his waist, bringing the tip of his nose close to him. The distance between the chest and the chest was only supported by Izumi Lian's arm. When Dazai Oji laughed in a low voice, Izumi Lian could even be able to Feel the shock to the bone.
He deliberately leaned into He Quanlian's ear and whispered in a gentle tone: "Then I'll wait and see what happens to you...get my heart." He
Quanlian: "..."
Now, he is just It took all of his energy to restrain himself from pulling back, and the arm around his waist seriously blocked his thoughts.
Therefore, even if he wanted to naturally block Dazai's words back now... he couldn't do it at all!
This Mr. Dazai is also Mrs. and Mrs.—let's know a little bit.
Picking his chin, stroking his lips, holding hands, hugging his waist... Damn, he knows better than him!
This made the adult in his twenties who lived in his heart endure it!
He Quanlian had already forbeared the blue veins on the back of his hand before he flirted with him immediately. If this ambiguous atmosphere continued, he would become a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle.
Fortunately, for his forbearance and silence, Osamu Dazai just thought he didn't know how to respond, just chuckled softly, and let go of his hand mercifully.
He Quanlian hurriedly stepped back and waited for a certain distance before finally letting out a sigh of relief.
"You can go." Osamu Dazai who was sitting on the chair smiled and waved at him, "Remember, what you said today."
This matter seemed to be over, He Quanlian nodded, mechanically. Go outside.
However, halfway through the door, he remembered that he had forgotten to say the lines he had prepared for a long time. He paused on the doorknob and slowly turned his head.
"You haven't answered my question yet." He tilted his head slightly towards Dazai Osamu's position, his neck turned white and graceful, "Do you hate me?"
This is a very intriguing question. Generally, the answerer will not give a disgusting answer. So whether the word is 'like' or 'not disliked' can judge the basic favorability. At the same time, this is also a kind of A very euphemistic way to realize liking the emotion.
It can be said that it is a little trick of He Quanlian, who is good at sultry.
Hearing this, Osamu Dazai's eyes narrowed for a moment, and the answer really came to his mind.
But when he opened his lips, he tilted his head and revealed a smooth smile.
"Do you care?"
he replied, answering questions with questions.
The masters make a move, the soldiers come to block, and the water comes to cover the soil.
He Quanlian sighed silently in his heart, and returned an equally unreserved smile: "Probably, I care more than you."
Before Dazai Osamu could respond, he took a step forward and isolated himself from Dazai Osamu. in two spaces.
The hot air in the room refused to dissipate for a long time, and it was not until he exited the room that the cold air hit him all at once, and the restless brain and nerves finally calmed down.
Inside the room, Osamu Dazai also laughed lightly from his stunnedness, stood up, and stretched his muscles lazily.
He walked to the window, pushed it open, felt the breeze coming slowly outside the window, and took a slight breath.
Only then did he pull open the half-covered curtains on his side, revealing the pot of pure white flowers that he had carefully cultivated.
It was the flower that He Quanlian gave him when they first met.
The plucked flowers are slender and fragile, and it is not surprising when they wither. To keep them well, it takes a lot of energy to take care of them.
That Dazai Osamu, whose hands were covered in blood, could take good care of a small flower was extremely shocking, but it was even more surprising that it could prolong its life cycle.
Hearing that Izumi Lian was coming today, Osamu Dazai thought about it, and decided to hide this flower perfectly to cover up what Izumi Lian did and said that day, and the touch he had on him.
And today, He Quanlian touched his long-closed heart in an unexpected way.
As for Iquan Lian's purpose, Dazai Osamu naturally wouldn't naively think that what he said was the truth, but even if it was a lie, as long as he kept staring at Iquan Lian, he would not be afraid of what Hequan Lian would say.
Dazai Osamu has that confidence and energy, so he finally met such an interesting person, but he can't let go so easily~
Also... As a strong competitor, Nakaya doesn't seem to realize all of this, so he has to take the opportunity It's enough to set people down.
A sly smile appeared on Osamu Dazai's face, and he immediately picked up the phone and dialed the internal line of the personnel department.
...
When I saw that He Quanlian, who should have been eliminated in the first round, returned here to report intact, the head of the personnel department was calm, but actually panicked.
He never imagined that, being called by that terrifying Mr. Dazai to take the test, this child could pass the test perfectly and successfully become one of them.
That is Mr. Dazai, who is good at torture, has established an intelligence network, and is very careful... He can survive perfectly from such a person. Sure enough, this child must have the charm that the cadres will look up to!
Since Mr. Dazai hopes to keep this person, even if this person's physical fitness is a piece of shit, they will definitely keep him!
What 's more...
The Minister of Personnel looked at He Quanlian with admiration, and couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder: "You've worked hard... Mr. Dazai, it's not good."
He Quanlian was slightly sympathetic to him. His expression froze for a moment, and then, he realized it instantly, and stared at the other party with bright eyes: "You, can you understand me?"
"Well..." Seeing his performance, the head of the personnel department thought it was the case, and raised a rather cryptic suggestion, "After all, Mr. Dazai's style has been heard a little, but he seems to like you very much, don't live up to his expectations. That's good."
"I understand." He Quanlian immediately bowed to express her gratitude, "Thank you for your suggestion."
"Yes." The head of the personnel department nodded in relief.
But thinking of Mr. Dazai's order just now, he began to feel a little puzzled again.
Obviously, Mr. Dazai wanted to bring He Quanlian with him, implying that he would not be allowed to work under any cadres, but at the same time, he decided to let him do some chores with the grassroots employees.
The grassroots employees are generally the places where people who have no talent and no possibility go, and they do the hardest and most tiring chores. I don't know what Mr. Dazai's deep meaning is for this child to go here to exercise.
However, this definitely does not mean that Mr. Dazai has given up on Izumi Lian. In any case, the future of this child is full of light.
So, the Minister of Personnel immediately assigned the best double room to He Quanlian, and chose an honest and capable grassroots mafia to take him in charge, taking care of him almost in every possible way.
And when He Quanlian first saw the red-haired youth in front of him, her eyes lit up slightly.
It was so fast that he found the target person again. It seems that the members of the Hong Kong black community are indeed treasures.
The young man is probably in his twenties, and his hair is darker than Yuzichai's bright red.
Maybe his hair is a little messy, and the stubble on his lips has not been carefully taken care of, he feels a little dejected, and his mouth is a lazy and low voice, as if the flow of time has slowed down.
"Hello, I'm Oda Sakunosuke."
He Quanlian already knew his name through the scarlet letter above his head. Hearing the words, he suddenly smiled brightly: "My name is He Quanlian, please give me more advice."
Looking at his face, Oda Sakunosuke fell silently into a state of thinking, and the conversation between the two ended just like that.
The strange silence made the smile on Quan Lian's lips a little stiff. Although he had long expected that such a slow person would not like to talk, it was still a little embarrassing that he did not like to talk like this.
Since the other party didn't come to talk, He Quanlian could only adjust the atmosphere by himself.
He immediately stared at Oda Sakunosuke with anticipation and asked, "Can you take me to the necessary places to see, I'm not familiar with anything yet?"
Oda Sakanosuke nodded, and finally he had a clear goal. .
Although he knew his task was to lead the newcomers, the experience he had never had made him a little confused.
The first stop for the two was the dormitory. As soon as the door was opened, the simple and slightly warm room came into view of He Quanlian.
The room was strictly divided into two halves, one half was very neatly arranged in line with Oda Sakanosuke's character, the bed was neatly tidy, the bookshelves were full of novels with various covers, and as for personal belongings, they were almost empty.
The other half is the empty bed that He Quanlian is about to stay in. The shelf is empty and needs to be filled by him.
Izumi Lian was only interested in the treasures that Oda Sakunosuke might cherish. He carefully scanned the house, but helplessly, he couldn't find anything that seemed to be of value. Only an independent group photo standing on the table was very obvious.
He took a few steps closer to observe, and found that the photo turned out to be a group of young children, each with a bright smile on his face, looking very happy.
Just looking at it made me feel better involuntarily, and Izumi Lian couldn't help raising the corners of her lips, pointed at the photo frame and looked at Oda Sakunosuke: "Are these Mr. Oda's younger brothers?"
"No." Oda Sakunosuke He cast his eyes on the photo, but there was a tender warmth in his eyes, "This is an orphan I adopted."
"Eh..." He Quanlian, who was surprised to hear such an answer, also sincerely praised. , "You are such a good person, Mr. Oda."
Who knows, hearing the words, Oda Sakunosuke denied his words as quickly as possible, paused, and then spit out a word: "This is just my redemption. That's it."
Whether it was the slightly sad expression or the heavy tone of voice, it all revealed a strong sense of complexity, He Quanlian immediately stopped and stopped asking questions, but in her heart, like a cat's paw scratching her heart, something appeared in her heart. A little curious.
Seemingly realizing that the atmosphere was a little strange, Oda Sakunosuke changed the subject: "You can move your things here, the bed here is yours now."
"Thank you, but it's not necessary." He Quanlian touched her face with ease. The good
quilt said, "I don't have anything to carry with me. Since the basic expenses will be provided here, there is nothing I want to supplement." It is rare to see a young man as fresh and greedy as the young man in front of him.
Either it's just like that, or... it's just nothing outside of it.
Oda Sakunosuke thought of the boy's lively and cheerful personality, and thought it should be the second.
After the two left the dormitory, they went to the hall, training ground, canteen, gym and other facilities one after another.
It looks very diverse, but the only ones that can really move freely are the first five floors.
It is said that the above are the offices, reference rooms, and dormitories where the middle and high-level people are located. Hong Kong and black people strictly implement class division, and basically people at the grassroots level cannot see other middle-level and high-level people.
He Quanlian listened carefully, and felt that it would be difficult to attack the high-level officials even if they broke into the Hong Kong black.
The only elevator that leads to the top of the building is guarded by a special person. Even if you have permission to go upstairs, someone will follow you all the way. Really, not even a mosquito can fly past.
"Do you know where Dazai...mister lives?" Izumi Kazunosuke asked Oda Sakunosuke.
Hearing the name, Oda Sakunosuke glanced down at him, but before he could catch the delicate change, Oda Sakunosuke shook his head, expressing his ignorance with his actions.
However, he added curiously, "Do you know Dazai?"
Noticing that he didn't pay tribute, he paused at what Quanlian was about to deny, and a light flashed in his mind, which suddenly turned into a bright smile. Touch the
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