While Shibusawa Tatsuhiko is paying attention to Nishinomiya Tsukiyu, Fyodor is facing an Ivan full of pity and self-reproach.

Self-reproach is for oneself, and pity is for him.

The abundant emotion that was full and about to overflow was like a spring created on the top of his head, pouring it down continuously, cutting through the slimy liquid that was still messy. Although Ivan used to be like this, he was far less crazy than he is now.

I don't know what Nishinomiya Yueyu said to him.

"Ivan, do what you have to do."

"Yes, master."

Ivan Goncharov left with great reluctance.

The lingering gooey finally dissipated a little.

- It would be nice to ignore the two people who were sitting next to each other and sticking together.

He just drove Ivan away, stretched out his fingers and crossed his chin to support his chin, and wanted to say something, but he was stared at by Osamu Dazai and Shibusawa Ryuhiko. The two false allies cast rather disapproving glances.

"Feodor-kun, you broke the agreement."

"What was violated?" His long, narrow purple eyes were hazy with shredded hair, and he asked rhetorically, "Dazai-kun, I don't include that in what I promised. ”

Shibusawa Ryuhiko blamed the other side: "I invited you to come just to witness. "He felt that Fyodor had taken his place as master.

"It doesn't matter if there's one more innocuous spectator, does it?"

They quarreled, and when they quarreled, they were very elegant, just poking each other with words.

Xigong Yueyu listened to two sentences and felt that she should stay away from this quarrel. He wants to make his presence lower, but even if he tries to nest up, he is still a person above 1.7 meters, which is particularly conspicuous.

Even if you want to be an ornament, it is a very large ornament.

Moreover, Osamu Dazai confronted Fyodor with his mouth, but the hand under the table was firmly bound to him, and he was concentrating on two things, poking and prodding, and focusing all the extra energy on scratching his palm.

Osamu Dazai wrote in the palm of his hand: You should stay in Tokyo.

Xigong Yueyu also poked around and replied to him: It's the same everywhere.

Osamu Dazai: It's too dangerous.

Nishinomiya Yueyu: So you know the danger.

Osamu Dazai: It's different, you're just an ordinary person......

Nishinomiya Yueyu: Yes, even I know that Shibusawa Ryuhiko likes to collect all kinds of abnormal ability crystals, Dazai-kun, disqualified in the world?

He grabbed Osamu Dazai's fingers, pinched the back of the other party's hand, picked the thin skin and pinched it, and pulled a little soft flesh infinitely higher.

Osamu Dazai, who was trying to create a calm appearance, couldn't hold back a little, and his expression became more and more mysterious - pain and pain - and then pinched and pinched out his fingerprints -

Coincidentally, the topic turned around and moved from Fyodor's head to Xigong Yueyu's head.

Fyodor: "If it weren't for Yueyu-kun's own consent, I wouldn't have been able to invite people over." ”

"Huh?" Xigong Yueyu raised her head.

The strength in his hand loosened, and Osamu Dazai immediately broke free and wrapped himself around his waist.

"Are Mr. Sakaguchi and Miss Tsujimura okay? Ivan likes some violent practices, and I think he may have done something rude to his guests, and it was reassuring to see Tsukiyo-kun arrive safely. Fyodor smiled hypocritically, "But what do the guys from the Secret Service know that you deliberately told me the location?" ”

When mentioning the person's name, Osamu Dazai's arms tightened a little, and when he said the second half, he even wrapped both arms around Nishinomiya Yueyu's body, and pressed it forward, as if he could hear the other party's heart.

Xigong Yueyu gently patted his arm as a sign of reassurance.

"Thank you for your concern, thanks to you, the Psychic Operatives have lost a good car, and maybe they'll have to walk to the station. To be honest, I've never seen this kind of invitation before. I don't like car accidents at all. ”

He let out a long sigh: "And I thought ...... I didn't expect Mr. Shibusawa to be the organizer of the party, so I'm sorry that my arrival must have disturbed Mr. Shibusawa. ”

As he spoke, he kept looking at Fyodor, and at the end of the day, he glanced apologetically at Shibusawa Ryuhiko and meekly bowed his head. The voice is also soft and soft, and it is encircled in the arms, and if it is a little smaller, it can be regarded as a doll.

And it's extraordinarily caring, even if you're kidnapped and caught, you'll give your opinion softly on the side, and care about the kidnapper's psychological state.

No matter how you think about it, I think this kind of infinite care is a bit abnormal.

But Shibusawa Tatsuhiko doesn't think so.

Shibusawa didn't feel anything wrong. In his eyes, ordinary people without abnormal abilities are like a little ant on the side of the road, it is true that life is true, but what is the difference between it and the dust of nothingness?

Even the alien is just a gem that can barely be acquired.

Whether it's a small ant or a bigger flying ant, all the insignificant ones will only fear him or compliment him with envy.

And what he looks at, and in his heart, can treat each other as a kind of person who can communicate, is only the two people in front of him.

Now, it seems like the same kind wants to bring a pendant to watch while he does something pleasant...... Nor is it so unbearable?

What's more, I didn't find it just now, but now it's quite pleasing to the eye when I look at this pendant.

Compared to those meaningless ordinary people, he is at least closer to the perfection that Shibusawa Tatsuhiko wants in appearance. Even if it doesn't make sense to think about shape, no one will refuse to make their vision a little more comfortable.

Xigong Yueyu almost didn't write a few big words "I'm really well-behaved" on her forehead.

He saw that Shibusawa Tatsuhiko was almost accepting this, and he was also a little tired of the feeling of sitting on his lap - the chair was more comfortable, and Osamu Dazai didn't have any meat on him, and the stickers were too awkward.

"Dazai-kun." Nishinomiya Tsukiyu twisted back in a limited angle, "Do you think I'm heavy?" ”

Osamu Dazai: "? ”

"Not at all." He genuinely said, "You're too light." ”

"If it's too tiring to sit like this, I can ......"

"How can I be tired—I could hold like this all afternoon-"

Xigong Yueyu estimated that this sentence was hard-mouthed, and if she hugged it like this, half an hour would be enough to make people's legs so numb that they couldn't stand up.

He thought for a moment.

He didn't want to stand as a waiter like Goncharov, and he didn't want to sit in another chair.

The chair on the opposite side was facing away from the floor-to-ceiling window, gilded in the grand summer day, like an invisible crown. It's a pity that if he really sat down, it would mean that he was in the same position as the other three. Xigong Yueyu doesn't think that's a good thing, and putting herself too high will only usher in death. And he never thought he could play with these three people.

It's too much effort.

You can't lie on the table or crawl under the table......

Nishinomiya Yueyu was entangled, and found that Shibusawa Ryuhiko and Fyodor stood up together.

Left.

"How did you go?" He glanced at himself, and then at Osamu Dazai, "Sure enough, it's too embarrassing for us to be like this." ”

"Shame?" There is no one, so there is no need to maintain a face, Osamu Dazai said in a shocking voice, "What does it have to do with me that they are unhappy." "It's obvious that the dog food tolerance is too poor.

He suddenly fell into decadence, every hair drooped down, and he lost his support and generally lay down to hug Xigong Yueyu, really treating people as pillows.

"Without Yueyuehug, I'm so sad that I'm going to die."

"This is really ......" Nishinomiya Yueyu softened, holding Osamu Dazai's face and touching the corner of his lips, "It's just a day or two." ”

"Every time," Osamu Dazai looked at him with the utmost seriousness, "every meeting was considered like the last." ”

“…… It's too pessimistic. ”

When kissing and breathing, Nishinomiya Yueyu replied to this pessimism in a suppressed voice: "Nothing is more important than being alive, Dazai-kun." ”

"Hmm."

"So until the will was written, I wasn't interested in exploring death."

"Wills? What to write this for? ”

Osato Dazai was wary: The testament sounded too pessimistic.

Xigong Yueyu shifted his gaze for a moment, and reached out a little helplessly to cover the light from above him, and the beautiful ceiling color was so dazzling that he couldn't open his eyes.

"It's more than a will." He touched the cards scattered around him, and the cards that were originally used to pass the time were cushioned under him, and fell to the ground, and he turned into a dead fish eye, "I'm more curious, what do you have to push me on the table?" ”

Dazai's heart is weak, or it may be to hide his leg numbness, he cleared his throat and was serious:

"Clean up the desktop."