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The residence Mori Ogai arranged for him was right next door to Nakahara Nakaya, and Nakahara Nakaya lived in a small villa, and only he lived on the second floor, that is to say, Rakusuke lived in the room next to Nakahara Nakaya.

"For the sake of my other self, take good care of Chuya, Chuya-kun."

"Why do you use the tone of entrusting a child, leader, he is an adult and doesn't need to be taken care of like a child." Zhong Yuanzhong also complained in his heart.

The youth with orange hair as thick as wool squatted down and greeted Alice seriously: "Goodbye, Alice."

The blond girl smiled and waved to him: "Goodbye Chuya, listen carefully to what the other Chuya has to say."

Nakaya nodded, and then greeted Mori Ogai: "Then I'll go with him, goodbye, Rintaro."

"You're so polite, Chuya. Goodbye, please get along well with Chuya-kun." Mori Ogai instructed with a smile.

"I see."

After leaving the chief's office, Nakahara Nakaya took Arasuke to the apartment. Because Arasuke was temporarily handed over to Nakahara Nakaya, Mori Ogai generously gave Nakahara Nakaya an afternoon vacation.

It was very silent along the way, and Zhong Yuan Zhong also scratched his hair, and spoke first, "Well, why don't you go and choose some daily necessities you like first? Although my family has spares, they may not be the type you like."

The orange-haired young man shook his head. Since he left the chief's office, he has returned to his original appearance, with drooping eyelids and tired eyes, as if he is not interested in everything.

"Ah... am I in another world so difficult to deal with..."

The Central Plains also flicked their tongues.

"Then are you hungry, do you want something to eat?"

The young man continued to shake his head, his eyes scanned the surrounding environment, and when Zhongyuan Zhongye was about to give up talking to him, he suddenly asked, "What is that?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also followed his gaze. It was a small yard with many sunflowers planted. It may be because the time has not arrived or the flowers have not been taken care of well.

"That's a sunflower." Zhongya Nakahara replied, "Haven't you seen it before?"

Chuya stopped, looked at the sunflowers for a while, and then asked Nakahara Chuya: "Can I see these flowers in your yard?"

Zhong Yuan was also taken aback, "Do you like this? Of course, but I'm not very good at taking care of flowers."

"I know a little."

The young man with beautiful long hair smiled, his desolate blue eyes seemed to be dyed golden yellow like sunflowers, and his long orange hair looked very warm under the setting sun. He rubbed his hair, then paused, and rubbed it a few more times.

When Kamijou looked at Kamijou with eyes that obviously didn't contain anything, Nakahara Nakahara withdrew his hand embarrassingly, and said embarrassedly, "Sorry, sorry, your hair looks good to the touch, so I couldn't hold it back. As a gift, I will wake up tomorrow morning. You can see the flowers."

"Can you see it when you open your eyes?"

Even though he is already an adult, Nakaya asked with a strange sense of innocence, with imperceptible expectations, the burnout between his brows and eyes was temporarily washed away by hope, and the cold-colored earrings on his earlobes were also in the afterglow of the setting sun. With warm colors.

"Well," Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't hold back, and rubbed his hair again, "You can see it as soon as you open your eyes."

"Will they die before dawn?"

"No, sunflowers will bloom for a long time, and the flowers will face in whichever direction the sun goes."

Zhong Yuan Zhong also replied, and took the other self around the yard planted with sunflowers and walked to his home, "If you want, you can get up early tomorrow to see them."

They walked home together side by side.

Facts have proved that no matter which Central Plains Chuya is, there is no talent for cooking.

Nakahara Nakaya looked at the orange-haired youth who said that he would make himself a curry rice as a reward for Sunflower, and started to have a headache.

The bottom of the pot, which has not been used for a long time, was pitch black. As soon as Nakahara Zhongye gently picked it up to look at it, a few charred pieces trembled from the bottom of the pot, and a hole appeared so that Nakahara Chuya's sight fell on the pot without hindrance. on the kitchen floor.

The cooking pot kept overflowing with white foam, and Nakahara Zhong also carefully unplugged it and waited for a while to uncover the lid. The original rice could not be seen lying on the bottom of the pot, but a strong arc could still be seen vaguely.

The trash can was clean, and the parts of the dishes that should have been thrown away were nowhere to be seen. Nakahara Zhong also conservatively estimated that those should have returned to ashes and eloped to heaven with the bottom of the pot.

"Zhongye," Zhongyuan Zhongye felt that it was a bit awkward to address him, "Have you ever cooked before?"

Zhong also tried to explain, "I haven't done it, but I have seen friends and others do it many times. The steps are the same, but I don't know why the final result is different. Let me try again. I have learned from experience."

"No," Zhongyuan Zhong also hurriedly stopped. He felt that his kitchen still had a chance to be saved. "I think it should be because of my kitchen. It has not been used for a long time, so there is a problem. Let's order takeaway."

In order to make himself more convincing, Zhongyuan Zhong also gave an example, "I haven't made crab meat dishes for a long time before. Last time I thought about it for a long time and wanted to try one, but the taste was super bad."

Zhongye's expression couldn't tell whether he believed it or not, so Zhongya Zhongyuan simply took it as his belief, pushed the orange-haired young man's back with both hands to keep him away from the scene, called someone to take care of the kitchen, and looked up when ordering dinner Ask, "What's for dinner?"

Zhong also sat on the sofa and let his mind go, "Huh?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also asked again, "What's for dinner?"

Chuya, who was about to shake his head, just moved his head, but suddenly stopped, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Curry rice."

"Super spicy." He paused after finishing speaking, "No,...or something non-spicy."

Zhong Yuanzhong also made a gesture of understanding, and said to the phone, "Two servings of curry rice, not spicy."

After ordering, Zhongyuan Zhong also sat next to the orange-haired youth in the world waiting for the takeaway, and asked, "Actually, I was quite concerned about it before. What did you mean by 'observing human beings'?"

"Just observe them in a very ordinary way." The orange-haired young man didn't quite understand Chuya's problem.

"I mean, why observe humans?"

"Probably want to know why," Nakaya said, his eyes fell on the armrest of the sofa, but his eyes seemed to pass through these appearances and fell on a place far, far away, "Why are you laughing, why are you happy, why are you happy; Why cry, why pain, why misfortune."

"There are all kinds of things in the world. Someone once told me that if you haven't really seen and understood it, you can't really understand human beings."

"In order to understand, I observed carefully."

He said, looking up at Nakahara Nakaya, "As another me, you should be very clear, we are 'heterogeneous', monsters among human beings."

"It's a natural disaster to be called a god."