50 Chapter 50

Dazai Osamu and Bailibian watched expressionlessly as Nakajima Atsushi accepted the watch and then stood upstairs alone. Perhaps because he was too tired, Nakajima Atsushi was unusually rude this time. He simply replied, "Hmm," and left the table.

Dazai Osamu folded his arms on the dining table, propped up his chin, and watched Baili Bian swallow the last mouthful of porridge with his eyes slightly narrowed. Then he said, "I thought you wouldn't tell him."

"What?" Bailibian tilted his head in confusion. He had talked too much with Nakajima Atsushi this morning and couldn't figure out what Dazai Osamu was referring to.

Dazai Osamu curled his lips in disdain, retracted his arm, leaned back in his chair, and replied, "Orphanage."

It's said that when two people spend enough time together, they naturally develop a tacit understanding that others don't have. But this rule doesn't seem to apply to Dazai Osamu and Bai Libian.

They often cannot predict the other party's next move, usually have no way to understand the other party's thoughts, and are not even clear how much similar the world in the other party's eyes is to their own.

Thankfully, this has given them more curiosity about each other and the resulting patience that comes with it.

Although he didn't understand why Dazai Osamu asked some inexplicable questions again, Bailibian still put down the dishes he was halfway through cleaning and said, "Shouldn't I tell him? This is A-Dun's business."

If Dazai Osamu had to choose, he would also choose to tell Nakajima Atsushi the truth. But the problem is that it was not him who said those words, but Bai Libian.

A man like Bailibian would never let the princess get hurt even if he knew that she would have eternal happiness after sleeping on the pea for one night.

He would even have a convincing excuse to deal with the maids and guards who came to question him - a prince who traveled all over the world and couldn't find a real princess was definitely not a real prince. Besides, as long as the princess was happy, why should she suffer for a prince?

In Dazai Osamu's eyes, Bailibian's treatment of Nakajima Atsushi can be said to be doting.

Even though he taught Nakajima Atsushi all the skills to take care of himself, even though he asked Nakajima Atsushi to cook every day, even though he asked Nakajima Atsushi to go to school and practice physical skills...

But he never, never, never let Nakajima Atsushi face any pain from life.

The tiger that Nakajima Atsushi feared was portrayed by him as a big cat that was out of place, the mafia that was at loggerheads with him was turned into a tool worth using, the targeting from foreign forces was turned into a large-scale international dating event by Bailibian, and even the thick fog that swept across Yokohama was turned into a night parkour event.

Look, what a kind and considerate brother.

so……

Why tell him such a sad truth?

If Bailibian had stopped in the middle and hadn't said, "What he loves is just the fantasy of you that others have talked about in a few words," perhaps he wouldn't be as curious as he is now. But Bailibian, who was best at weaving beautiful dreams, burst the bubble with his own hands - there was no need for that, because Dazai Osamu believed that no matter what, Bailibian would never let Nakajima Atsushi meet the dean again.

So this should also be classified as one of the unnecessary pains that Bailibian agrees with. Why should it be displayed so blatantly?

Just like how we dealt with the bounty, wouldn’t it be better to beautify the story, make it gentler and more touching?

Why let your precious princess suffer like this, Bailibian?

Don’t you love him the most?

Isn’t your goal to let him live forever in the real ivory tower built by you?

If Bailibian were to act out a fairy tale, the only one that would have a smooth ending would be Sleeping Beauty. Apart from a sweet dream that everyone knew was coming, the princess didn't even see the ugly thorns that had occupied the castle for hundreds of years.

She just needed to wake up.

Bailibian leaned his whole body against the chair, looked up at the ceiling, and said calmly: "He always has to go out by himself, and then find that the world is neither gentle nor kind, but he can't change anything." Just like him back then, he found that he could do nothing but protect his own life.

Time has cast a shadow over the memories of the past, and the originally brilliant colors have also changed from the album in the hand to a rainbow hanging in the sky. Unless you look up intentionally or get lost in thought occasionally, there is no chance to appreciate them.

But that colorful memory is still there.

"Will you let him go?" Dazai Osamu chuckled and tilted his head to look at Bailibian, trying to find evidence of lying from him.

The overly obvious inquiring eyes and questioning expression obviously made Bailibian dissatisfied. He really couldn't understand why Dazai Osamu always treated him as a doting parent. Did he think that he would raise Nakajima Atsushi to be the same as him?

Or does it mean that for Dazai Osamu, only the corporal education method he used on Akutagawa was correct, and all other less violent ones were considered as spoiling?

Sen Ouwai has never hit him, so he shouldn't think that Sen Ouwai spoils him, right?

Some things are fine if you don't think about them, but once you do, even if you know they're outrageous, you can't help but get caught up in them - and this also happens to explain why Dazai Osamu worked so hard for the development and growth of Moriogai's company all those years - even though the rest time he gave me was less than the salary he paid me, he was willing to dote on me like no other!!!

The rainbow that was just hanging high in the sky seemed to have turned into a bridge in front of us, connecting the past and the present.

Although he cheated me of my money, ruined my reputation, and stole my secrets, he said that I was his one and only. In order to protect this uniqueness and for his attention, I am willing to give everything I have.

Oh……

this……

It’s hard to comment…

Baili Bian looked at Dazai Osamu, frowning slightly. A few years ago, he had thought he looked like a stray black cat abandoned by the gods and refused to be adopted by humans. Now, he saw the dark-haired young man, who had completely shed his childishness and become an adult. He noticed that after he had restrained his aura, he actually had some similarities with those pink-eyed people who lived in top-floor offices without seeing the sun for a long time.

Dazai Osamu watched Bailibian's eyes become more and more erratic, and then suddenly asked: "Dazai, would you give your life to someone for a word?"

Um?

What's the meaning?

"Are you willing to exchange your life for a word?" Bailibian raised his head, his pure black eyes staring straight into the pair of kite-colored eyes. He wanted to know the answer.

What kind of words should I change to?

What could he get in exchange for his rotten and muddy life?

Waiting for Dazai Osamu's answer was a long process. A coward who was afraid of even touching cotton never dared to look in the mirror, and even the puddles on the streets after rain had to be carefully avoided to avoid seeing his own reflection.

Fortunately, although these two people are students and office workers, they are not very passionate about their jobs, so even though today is a weekday, no one left the dining table.

What makes people wait for a long time may not be an expensive dress or a delicious cake, but perhaps just an answer of only three words.

The flowing wind constantly hides the true appearance of things. Even when facing a clear mirror, the deeply oxidized shell is difficult to see its original appearance. After a long time of testing the black mirror, Dazai Osamu could only give an answer that was not a lie - "Maybe."

It's hard to describe how he felt, but at noon that day, Dazai Osamu received a bowl of crab meat stew from Bailibian. It had been a long time since Bailibian had eaten so much crab meat openly since he had taken his pulse.

When would you let him go?

——When he gets curious.

In exchange for information about the family of three, Dazai Osamu received his child-rearing plan from Momochi.

Bailibian was really puzzled. Lying on the bed, Dazai Osamu recalled the other party's calm look when he made the request. He could have obviously disagreed, because Dazai Osamu would tell him who Nakajima Atsushi saved anyway, but he agreed.

He agreed.

He told Dazai his plans for the future.

This is an act that crosses the line.

The clear boundary that could have ensured peace between the two sides was broken on this day.

The newlywed wife, who was familiar with the story, received a bunch of keys from her husband Bluebeard. One of the keys did not fit the bill, but no one told her not to open the wooden door in the basement.

The absence of rules makes everything more chaotic, but the trance makes people suddenly remember that there are no rules in this world.

Can't sleep.

Can't sleep.

Can't sleep.

There was no need to turn on the lights. Dazai Osamu opened the curtains in the dark room with ease. The full moon that could only be seen once a month seemed monotonous and annoying tonight.

The dazzling moonlight is a punishment for those who stay up late. Dazai Osamu squinted his eyes in disdain, trying to find something that could make him happy - if it was on the second floor, even if it was the same location, the tree in front of the door would just cover the moon.

But there are only three bedrooms on the second floor, one belongs to Bailibian, one is where Nakajima Atsushi lives, and the other is a guest room.

There was no room left for him.

This is terrible.

Falling to the ground, in the last moment when he was threatened by the glaring light and had to close his eyes, Dazai Osamu suddenly remembered that his wrist was unfortunately burned in the kitchen this morning. The wound was not big and did not hurt too much, but it would not heal for a while.

But it doesn't matter.

He doesn't care about that.

It’s a pity that his injured wrist was not flexible enough, so the bandage he wrapped the next day was a bit messy, just a little bit.

Discovered by Bailibian.

Then, it was up to Baili Bian to complete the daily tasks that the injured arm should have done, and the injured part was not allowed to be touched by bandages.

【Author’s words】

Please give me a bottle of nutrient solution QAQ