It seemed as if Nakahara Chuuya had heard something very funny. He subconsciously raised his eyes and glanced at Dazai Osamu.

It seemed that it was only at this moment that he was able to distinguish the difference between the two Dazai Osamu.

The night wind blew past his ears and also blew up his hair that was casually draped over his shoulders. His orange semi-long hair swayed in the air. A smile seemed to flash across his ice-blue eyes. He said, "Dazai."

These words were spoken very softly, so softly that they seemed as if they would float away in the wind at any moment, and yet they carried an indescribable gentleness in their tone.

Nakahara Chuuya thought for a long time, he still hadn't figured out what to say next. After calling Dazai Osamu's name, he paused for a long time, then seemed to remember something important and took off the small hat on his head.

This hat looks very new, without any trace of being old-fashioned. The velvet surface is exquisite and luxurious, and it is particularly beautiful.

If the hat is not newly bought, then it is the owner of the hat and he cherishes it very much.

Nakahara Chuuya was obviously the latter. He stroked the brim of his hat with a very tender and gentle movement, so gentle that it seemed as if his hands had always been used to stroke flowers and had never been stained with blood.

He said, "I actually always thought that you felt my filth was a burden to you."

·

After Dazai Osamu became the leader of the port mafia.

Nakahara Chuuya's business trips have become much less frequent. In the first year when Dazai Osamu became a member of the Port Mafia, he spent a very long time with Dazai Osamu as his personal bodyguard and secretary.

During that time, he and Dazai Osamu were closer than they were when they were seventeen years old.

Because at this time they have gradually grown up, and have things they need to do, and they can no longer be as willful as before.

Nakahara Chuuya accompanied Dazai Osamu to participate in any activities, and Nakahara Chuuya helped Dazai Osamu to clear out the spies in the Port Mafia. They almost ate and slept in the Port Mafia.

In order to protect Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya was so busy that he almost didn't sleep all night. Although those memories were crowded and busy, he never felt any regrets.

Later, when the Port Mafia was finally stabilized and gradually got on the right track, he specially selected several powerful people with special abilities to protect Dazai Osamu.

He accepted those dangerous and difficult missions and began to travel between overseas and Yokohama.

Gradually, every time he went on a mission, Dazai Osamu would personally see him off, but later on, he would just occasionally send a message on Line to keep in touch.

I don’t know when, the PSP that the two people operated together gradually gathered dust, and those records that they once refreshed several times in one night remained on that number day after day.

Nakahara Chuuya occasionally woke up from his sleep and saw a glowing mobile phone beside the bed. He thought it was a message from someone, but when he took it out in a daze, he found that it was a message pushed in recent days.

From the daily newspaper, the writer wrote a very good story about a senior executive of a large company in Yokohama being shot in the city center.

Nakahara Chuuya easily identified the person as Dazai Osamu from the blurry photo on his phone where the face was barely visible.

He was surrounded by a group of people and stuck in the crowd.

Behind him was a brightly lit banquet. A beautiful woman in a gorgeous dress was standing in front of him, holding a feather fan and talking to him with a smile. Only half of Dazai Osamu's face was exposed.

With the elegant curve of his face and the corners of his lips curled up, he looked especially like a reserved young master who walked out of the upper class society of the last century.

Nakahara Chuuya only glanced at it and then looked away. He wondered if Dazai's mask was comfortable for him. Why did it always feel like the mask on Dazai's face was getting thicker and thicker?

After thinking this, he wanted to continue sleeping, but his hands involuntarily held the phone and opened the chat box with Dazai Osamu.

Suddenly I realized that they haven't been in touch for a long time. Zhongyuan Zhong also has the habit of clearing his mobile phone memory every three months. Now their chat screen is empty.

This made Nakahara Chuuya, who once posted nearly a thousand messages with Dazai Osamu in one night just for banter, a little depressed.

He quickened his pace and quickly finished the things at hand, then hurried back to Yokohama.

On the way back from a mission, he happened to meet the White Grim Reaper Nakajima Atsushi who was also returning from a mission. Like Nakahara Chuuya, Nakajima Atsushi has become more and more notorious in recent times. His white clothes were stained with blood. He and Nakahara Chuuya met by chance.

Nakahara Chuuya narrowed his eyes in disdain and looked him up and down: "Are you so busy now that you don't even have time to take a shower?"

Nakajima Atsushi's face was originally numb, but when he heard what Nakahara Chuuya said, his originally paralyzed cheeks gradually turned red. He grew up under Nakahara Chuuya's care, and it was always difficult for him to maintain his indifference in front of outsiders. He even had a little childish shyness. He reached out and touched his hair uncomfortably and said, "No, I just came back from reporting to the leader."

Nakahara Chuuya nodded, his eyes vaguely fell on Nakajima Atsushi, and found that most of the blood on his body was stained outside, and there were no particularly large wounds on his body. He nodded, relieved, and chatted with him casually: "Is Kagamika not here today?"

Nakajima Atsushi shook his head and explained, "Yes, but Jinghua said he was a little sleepy, so I asked him to stay in the lounge."

Nakahara Chuuya only then noticed that Nakajima Atsushi's eyes were actually dark blue. He said, "Do you have so many tasks recently? If you feel tired, you can delegate them to the people below you."

Nakajima Atsushi rarely received such concern from Nakahara Chuuya, so he said, "It's okay. After all, you are the one who is the most tired."

"Me?" Nakahara Chuuya smiled and said, "But I am your senior."

Nakajima Atsushi argued, "But Lady Hongye told me that Senior Nakahara clearly..."

He immediately realized that he had let the cat out of the bag and covered his mouth, fearing that Nakahara Chuuya would hear what he said next. He had promised Ozaki Koyo that he would never tell this to Nakahara Chuuya.

Nakahara Chuuya didn't pay attention to what he said. He was just distracted for a moment when he heard what Nakajima Atsushi said, because no one had mentioned Ozaki Koyo in front of him for a long time.

Including Dazai Osamu, who used to love to make him angry the most.

Zhongyuan Zhongye smiled and said, "Are you saying that I used to like quarreling with the leader?"

Afraid of showing his weakness, Nakajima Atsushi nodded quickly, "Yes, I think Lady Hongye will be very pleased. Senior Nakahara is getting along well with the leader now, and there has never been any conflict between them."

After exchanging pleasantries with Nakajima Atsushi for a while, Nakahara Chuuya walked towards the leader's office.

As he walked, he unexpectedly found that his steps were quite heavy and tired.

He remembered what Nakajima Atsushi had just said: Did he and Dazai Osamu never quarrel again?

Indeed, compared to the chaos of the past, those things in the past really seem like a lifetime ago.

But Nakahara Chuuya missed the past a little bit. Dazai Osamu gradually became too stable. He no longer acted coquettishly with him in the middle of the night and said he wanted to do something. He became more and more like Mr. Mori in Nakahara Chuuya's memory, which was undoubtedly the kind of leader that the port mafia needed most.

However, Nakahara Chuuya stood outside the leader's office and knocked on the door three times.

After waiting for a long time, I finally heard a voice from inside. The voice was a little hoarse and seemed very heavy: "Come in."

Nakahara Chuuya pushed open the door.

What caught his eye was the huge floor-to-ceiling window next to it. The blue, almost deep blue sky hung down from the edge of the sky, rendering extremely pure colors outside the window. Under these clear colors, Nakahara Chuuya met Dazai Osamu's eyes.

His iris-colored eyes gently curved into a polite arc, and he said, "So it's Chuuya."

He said this softly and lightly, with a hoarse ending, as if a feather pen was brushing through Nakahara Chuuya's heart with its furry feathers.

In front of Nakahara Chuuya's eyes appeared the image of Dazai Osamu who used to lean on him and act naughty at night. At that time, Dazai Osamu would always look at Nakahara Chuuya with a pair of innocent eyes, and the bright light of their kitchen was so bright, clear and beautiful.

Those clear and beautiful eyes overlapped with the deep and dead eyes in front of them, not quite overlapping.

Nakahara Chuuya blinked, then walked in, but he didn't walk directly towards Dazai Osamu. He simply slammed the door shut, and the heavy door made a dull sound.

Dazai Osamu smiled and said, "Chuuya, it seems that you are very resentful this time when you come back?"

Nakahara Chuuya tutted his words and said unhappily, "Where is the person I found for you? Are you the only one staying here?"

Dazai nodded and said, "I don't like it."

Nakahara Chuuya's words were stuck in his throat, and he paused for a long time before he finally found his voice.

Nakahara Chuuya asked him, "Why don't you like it?"

Dazai Osamu said: "Would you feel happy if you were also thrown down?"

Nakahara Chuuya paused with the report in his hand. He glanced at Dazai Osamu and threw the report on his desk. He looked at Dazai Osamu and said, "Didn't you assign me first?"

Obviously, both of them knew that Zhongyuan Zhongye was the best choice. As the sharpest blade in the port mafia, he had to go on missions overseas to expand the territory.

This was not his choice, nor was it Dazai Osamu's choice; it was a mission imposed on him by fate.

If we really want to find out the reason, Dazai Osamu, as the leader, is definitely the first person who should be implicated. Even Nakahara Chuuya is not angry, so how dare Dazai Osamu turn the tables?

Dazai Osamu closed his eyes, staring at Nakahara Chuuya steadily, and then he opened his mouth to ask, "My wound hurts so much, Chuuya."

As he spoke, he took off his black coat, revealing the snow-white shirt underneath.

The bandage on his arm was stained with blood.

Nakahara Chuuya had suffered countless injuries more serious than this, and so had Dazai Osamu. Dazai Osamu stretched out his hand to show weakness to Nakahara Chuuya.

I want to open this chapter.

So Nakahara Chuuya's anger was stuck in his throat. He looked at Dazai Osamu, was silent for a long time, and sighed softly.

"Give me your arm."

·

Later, Nakahara Chuuya recalled more than once why Dazai Osamu chose to show weakness to him that time and did not tell him.

In fact, the person who shot him that time.

He is a member of the Port Mafia.

He is an old subordinate of Nakahara Chuuya.

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