No one would have thought that in the face of Zhongyuan Zhongya's invitation, He Quanlian would actually refuse.

    Dazai Osamu, who knew the depth of the relationship between the two, couldn't help but froze in place, his eyes widened slightly.

    As the party concerned, He Quanlian always smiled and explained in a relaxed tone: "I'm very tired today, and it's early in the morning, I prefer to rest, if there is nothing important, please allow me to refuse you, Mr. Nakahara."

    This reason sounds unassailable.

    However, both Zhongyuan Zhongya and Dazai Osamu felt a sense of disobedience at the same time.

    Ever since he heard that the two were in a relationship, Zhongyuan Zhong also tried to approach He Quanlian with a shy face. This time, when he went to the bar to drink, he also thought that the wine would strengthen his courage and take the opportunity to talk about that world. thing.

    In his subconscious, since he and Quan Lian liked him, the other party would definitely not reject his hand of friendship.

    However, the reality has brought him a heavy blow, let alone enthusiasm, He Quanlian's attitude towards him is actually a bit colder than Dazai Osamu, and the intimacy between them cannot be seen at all.

    Did Quanlian and Quanlian deliberately want to distance themselves? Because he hurt him?

    When he thought that the injury was caused by him, the depression and confusion in Zhongyuan Zhongyao's heart turned into deep guilt. Only then did I get stuck and comforted: "If this is the case... then we have time to talk about it, you have a good rest."

    "Thank you." He Quanlian politely expressed her gratitude, and then turned her head and asked Dazai Osamu, " Can I still sleep with you tonight?"

    Zhongyuan Zhongya: "..."

    Watching his lover run away with other wild men in front of him, he felt a little green on the top of his head!

    And Dazai Osamu obviously didn't expect such a good thing to fall on his head. He blinked and nodded with a chuckle: "Of course, it's getting late, let's go together."

    While holding He Quanlian's shoulders and raising his legs to the chief's office, he deliberately turned his head and gave Zhongyuan Zhongyao a subtle smile.

    As a result, Zhongyuan Zhong, who had been feeling annoyed at first, frowned, and wanted to stomp his feet even more.

    But for the two people in front of him, he still has nothing to do.

    Dazai Osamu ignored how upset he was here, and when he came to the leader's room without outsiders present, Dazai Osamu raised his eyebrows slightly and asked what was in his heart.

    "Is this okay? Don't you like Zhongya very much?"

    He Quanlian sat on the soft bed, staring at the intricately patterned carpet with her eyes down, her face almost sad.

    "I don't want to see him for a while,"

    he said calmly.

    In the past, he either showed a cheerful and bright feeling, or he occasionally showed a sense of eccentricity and casualness. Now, this is the first time Dazai has seen such a negative emotion.

    Dazai Osamu narrowed his brows, sat quietly beside him, and looked at his profile: "Because he injured you?" He

    Quanlian slowly shook his head, lowered the volume, and sounded ethereal as if the wind was blowing. It will disperse: "Because he is not the Chuya I know, although his appearance and personality are exactly the same, but he is not the one who spent those good times with me."

    "So the indifference and hostility I see in his eyes, distrust The accumulation of neglect and neglect makes me feel a little tired."

    He Quanlian bent her lower lip with a wry smile; "I used to think that the saddest thing was that Zhong Ye avoided me, so I couldn't see him. Now I know that the original one It's the most unbearable thing for one person to keep those sweet memories alone, while the other person doesn't remember them."

    He grabbed the front of the shirt on his chest with the palm of his hand and took a deep breath.

    This feeling of love is almost unbearable, I want to hug him, I want to absorb his warmth, I want to see those gentle eyes.

    Whenever he saw this unfamiliar Central Plains Zhongya, the emptiness in his heart was constantly expanding and expanding... It was

    like the tumbling magma was about to erupt violently, but he was desperately restraining the time of the collapse and eruption.

    Only when he no longer thinks about this person and no longer sees his face can He Quanlian breathe a sigh of relief and focus on other happy things.

    "What's the reason why I didn't go back this time?"

    Suddenly, he asked Dazai Osamu the doubts hidden in his heart.

    "There is no problem with the location, time, and characters. If you have to say something, there is one more Zhongya..."

    He Quanlian paused, and even when he mentioned Zhongya's name, he felt a pain like a knife in his chest.

    "It's not his reason." Osamu Dazai took the opportunity to pick up his words, "Do you still remember, one of the most important astronomical phenomena that occurred that day

    ?

    " That's right, according to what you said, it should be the time when you jumped off a cliff during a meteor shower to reverse the time and space." Osamu Dazai shrugged, "But we didn't encounter a meteor shower tonight."

    "Wait, if not . If you want to jump off a cliff during a meteor shower..." He Quanlian couldn't help swallowing her saliva, "When will the next meteor shower be?"

    "I don't know." Osamu Dazai spread his hands very dashingly, "Even if there is a meteor shower, It’s even more difficult to see from that cliff.”

    Seeing that He Quanlian’s eyes were dim and seemed to be about to start depression, Dazai Osamu stared deeply at his face, suddenly raised his arm, and patted him hesitantly. shoulders.

    "I will let my subordinates investigate, and I believe there will be a conclusion soon." A slight smile appeared on his face, "So you should stay here until then, treat this place as your home, I'll open the door for you at any time."

    Infected by his sincere tone, He Quanlian couldn't help but smile back at him: "Thank you, fortunately you're here, I've helped a lot."

    Dazai Osamu raised his eyebrows slightly: "I still remember that you seemed to speak ill of me more than once behind my back, and you praised me so strangely today?"

    "..." He Quanlian smiled shyly, "That is Dazai Osamu in that world, you are much better than him."

    Dazai Osamu smiled half-smiling: "So, you still like me more than Dazai Osamu in that world?" He

    Quanlian almost patted her chest and assured "Of course, there's no need to doubt this at all!"

    "Really..." Dazai Osamu's eyes flashed a dazzling light, he suppressed his voice to the point where he couldn't hear it, and said unexpectedly: "Then Just stay." He

    Quanlian was stunned, and blinked a little confusedly: "Did you... what did you say just now?"

    Osamu Dazai stared at him seriously, his dark eyes could almost swallow the souls of others, Three seconds later, he suddenly smiled: "It's getting late, let's rest." He

    Quanlian nodded and rolled onto the bed very accustomed to occupying the innermost position consciously.

    And Dazai Osamu also let him toss, got up and lay on the outside bed.

    The two turned their backs to each other and seemed to be trying to sleep, but in fact, complex light was flowing from both pairs of eyes, which could not be extinguished for a long time.

    The next day, Osamu Dazai still got up early to work on documents, and Izumi Lian sat leisurely on the sofa, staring at the scene of his work.

    I have to say that it is rare to see Osamu Dazai working or something, at least in He Quanlian's memory, it is the scene where he uses himself, but now it has become that he is doing nothing now, to the point where there is a sense of feng shui taking turns.

    "It's boring?" Noticing the look in his eyes, Osamu Dazai smiled at him and suggested, "Would you like to take a stroll in the building?" He

    Quanlian thought for a while: "I'm tired of shopping here... Why don't I go? Take a look on the street, if you can find a way to get back, it will come in handy."

    Dazai Osamu's wrist holding the pen paused, and when he raised his eyes, the smile on his lips became lighter: "I asked Zhongya to accompany you?"

    "No." He Quanlian refused without thinking. He didn't want to see Zhongyuan Zhongya's face for the time being.

    As if anticipating what he was thinking in advance, Osamu Dazai quickly came up with another proposal: "Then let my subordinates accompany you. It just so happens that he has a rest for the past two days, and it is also a good thing to go out to let the wind out.

    " The boy named Atsushi Nakajima quickly appeared in front of He Quanlian.

    Looking at this indifferent young man with white hair and the broken hair in front of his forehead like an indifferent young man cut diagonally with a knife, He Quanlian felt very curious. There is no such person in the world he lives in, who can be taken seriously by Dazai Zhi. , must not be underestimated.

    "Izumi, he's Atsushi, one of my very capable subordinates."

    Osamu Dazai sat on the sofa chair, first introduced to Izumi with a smile, and then a sharp edge appeared in his eyes, ordering Atsushi Nakajima Said: "Dun, your mission is to protect him, no matter what happens, the priority is Izumi's order, understand?"

    The young man in a black robe stood with his hands behind his back, and his half-purple and half-gold eyes appeared. A firm light, there is no expression on his face, the whole person is like carved out of ice, just mechanically obeying the order: "Yes, Mr. Dazai." 

    There is such a boring subordinate, I don't know how Being educated like this, He Quanlian shook her head secretly, this icy look very much like the dark side revealed by Dazai Zhi faintly.  

   "Then please give me more advice today, Nakajima." He Quanlian took the lead in extending a hand of friendship to Atsushi Nakajima, with a very bright smile on her face. 

    In the face of his dazzling smiling face, Atsushi Nakajima seemed a little stunned, as if he had never been in contact with this type before, so he was a little confused. 

    Likewise, he does not like close contact with others, and is somewhat resistant to the outstretched hand.

    But Mr. Dazai was right in front of him, and He Quanlian seemed not to give up. In the end, he hesitantly stretched out his hand and gently touched He Quanlian's palm.

    "Please advise, Mr. Izumi." The

    two of them simply got to know each other and walked out of the door of the organization together.

    Dazai Osamu watched them go away, and was not worried about the safety of He Quanlian. Atsushi Nakajima was a very obedient subordinate, he only followed his orders and acted without any extra worries.

    In fact, it is indeed the case. Atsushi Nakajima has always kept a step behind He Quanlian, staring at the back of He Quanlian's head, firmly guarding the safety of He Quanlian, and not allowing any suspicious people to approach.

    Occasionally, a boss who wants to sell products takes a fancy to He Quanlian's silly and sweet face, and wants to take the opportunity to sell, but before he can get close, he is intercepted by Atsushi Nakajima raising his hand.

    Being stared at by those cold pupils, no one dared to speak up again, and they all left embarrassed.

    He Quanlian felt a sense of peace that he had never felt before.

    - Although a little boring.

    No matter what He Quanlian said to Nakajima Atsushi, Nakajima Atsushi seemed to have not heard him, and kept his expression blank and looked straight ahead.

    Occasionally He Quanlian grabbed his sleeve and forced him to listen to his speech. At this time, Atsushi Nakajima nodded slightly to indicate that he was listening, and the only few times he opened his mouth, he was almost always saying 'Yes, Mr. Izumi'.

    Like a wooden man, very, very boring.

    He Quanlian felt depressed, he would rather hope that the person who came to accompany him was purely chatting with him, rather than a wooden man in the name of a bodyguard.

    "Atsushi."

    Soon, He Quanlian called Atsushi Nakajima's name familiarly, and stopped to look at him with a smile.

    Atsushi Nakajima was embarrassed about his name for a moment. Following the movements of Izumi Izumi, he could only stop and put his hands behind his back and straighten his back: "Is there any order, Mr. Izumi?

    " We are shopping, no need to salute, relax." 

    He Quanlian stood facing him, paused for a while, then suddenly said, "Have you ever seen a miracle?" Shima Atsushi, Nakajima Atsushi was extremely obedient and loosened the tight lines on his back, and a trace of doubt crossed his eyes: "I haven't seen it."  

   In fact, when he faced He Quanlian, he often felt lost or confused. He was overwhelmed, because He Quanlian's every move was beyond his understanding. 

    He is so weak that he can be strangled with one hand at any time, but he will treat anyone with a bright smile, and even when facing him, who is known as the 'white death', he can also be fearless and normal.    

 Atsushi Nakajima just saw He Quanlian smiling softly with the grandmother who sold snacks, and seeing He Quanlian distributing the candy in her hand to unfamiliar children, and also seeing He Quanlian throwing food she likes to him, The good name is to share the happy appearance with friends.   

  The more he knew, the more puzzled he became about He Quanlian.

     It is impossible for such a warm and kind person to exist in the Mafia. What is the identity of this gentleman?  

   And now, he seemed to have thought of new pleasures, and was watching himself with interest.     

Atsushi Nakajima still couldn't figure out why this man liked to talk to him so much, looking at him with such expectant eyes, he didn't know how to respond at all. 

    "Yeah, you haven't seen it before, so would you like to see it and try it?"

He     Quanlian's face evoked a big smile, which was as bright as the sun in the sky for a moment.   

  After that, he suddenly stretched out his hand towards Atsushi Nakajima's cheek very naturally, as if he wanted to land on the broken hair behind the ear.

     Atsushi Nakajima's body tensed subconsciously, staring sharply at the fragile, almost slender wrist, and tilted his face slightly.

    Although he knew that He Quanlian's physical fitness was very weak, he was still conditioned to guard against all kinds of intimate contact.

    The palm gently wrapped around his ear temples and tucked a trivial strand of white hair for him, but when he retracted his hand again, a beautiful purple flower appeared in the palm of his hand.

    Atsushi Nakajima's pupils shrank suddenly, Mingming and Quanlian have always been so close to him, he didn't even notice where the flower came from.

    "For you." And He Quanlian handed the flower in front of him, leaned forward, and winked mischievously.

    "Well, have you been surprised? This is a miracle that only happens once in a lifetime."

    Atsushi Nakajima looked at the delicate flower in front of him and felt that the flower looked just like its owner and would drift away when the wind blows. .

    He did not obey the order to pick up the flower.

    The hand of the god of death, which is too dirty, cannot hold this slender life.

    But in the face of He Quanlian's bright eyes, he hooked his lower lip with some difficulty and nodded: "...Yes, it's very beautiful."

    But no matter from the stiff expression or the calm tone, it doesn't look like it. He was surprised by this trick.

    He Quanlian sighed in disappointment, he didn't even see a single expression he was looking forward to, it was a pity.

    "You don't like flowers? Then what do you like?"

    He lowered his body and looked at Atsushi Nakajima from an upward angle, trying to discover the other party's hidden emotions in those beautiful pupils.

    "As long as you like it, I can show miracles in front of you."

    Atsushi Nakajima was a little at a loss when he asked him. He pursed his lips and didn't know how to respond for a while. Obviously, this kind of Chatting like ordinary friends is something that has almost never been experienced before.

    However, He Quanlian was unrelenting, and he had a stance that he would not leave if he didn't say anything. As a last resort, Atsushi Nakajima thought about it seriously.

    He thought about every night after the mission, only a bright moon in the sky accompanied him by his side.

    As long as he raised his eyes, he could see the clear moonlight, which was so clean and beautiful that it seemed to wash his heart.

    Atsushi Nakajima's eyes softened suddenly: "The thing I like... Probably the moon."

    "...The moon?" He Quanlian was stunned.

    Is this to turn him into a moon? ?

    "I'm afraid you're not embarrassing me and Izumi Dingdong." He couldn't help but cast a weird look at Atsushi Nakajima.

    Atsushi Nakajima blinked and didn't seem to understand what he was talking about, but soon, he shook his head suddenly: "No, I don't want you to conjure the moon, it's impossible, Mr. Izumi. "

    Oh, it's impossible—" He Quanlian suddenly lengthened her tone and gave him a meaningful look, "Then if I give you the moon, from now on, you must answer the questions I ask you. How about an answer?" 

    Atsushi Nakajima hesitated, but he never imagined that someone would pluck the moon from the sky, so he slowly nodded his head, as if he had dealt with it.  

   But He Quanlian showed a happy smile because of his agreement, "Then keep your eyes open."     

He suddenly threw the flower in his hand into the sky, and the flower was fluttering in the air, and then he scratched After an arc fell to the ground, seeing this, Atsushi Nakajima's vertical pupils shrank suddenly, and he quickly stretched out a hand to grab it. 

    Just as he was holding that flower's flower path in his palm, He Quanlian's hands also took advantage of the situation to hold his palm.    

 The warmth that belongs to human body temperature is the freshness that Atsushi Nakajima has not come into contact with for a long time. 

    His body froze in place, and he carefully folded his palms to prevent the sharp nails from piercing the delicate skin of Quan Lian. 

    Immediately, he saw with his own eyes the scene of He Quanlian holding his palm and gently stroking the delicate petals.

    The next second, he could clearly feel that the flower path in his palm was gradually disappearing.

    And when he opened his palm to look, a transparent circular bubble suddenly floated in mid-air, swaying gently with the wind.

    A clear moon soon appeared in the circular bubble, surrounded by a starry sky at night. This beautiful picture that could only be seen at night was revealed in front of his eyes.

    Atsushi Nakajima couldn't help being stunned.

    On the one hand, he was shocked by the magical scene.

    On the one hand, he was shocked that He Quanlian was able to create such a miraculous