Miss Hardcore Love Daily

I heard Mr. Dazai got married.

I also heard that it was with the proprietress of the flower shop in Binhai.

However, the news of being brought back by the newcomer was finally verified half a month later.

Everyone in the Armed Detective Agency looked at Mr. Dazai, who had obvious scars on his face and seemed to be covered with more bandages than before, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Everyone looked at each other in unison: Look!Sure enough, it is impossible for Dazai-san to get married!That kind of vile man, that lady is willing to entrust her life to the other party!

However, some people like to make it clear in person.

Like that kid, Edogawa Ranpo-san who is younger than Dazai.

The other party bit his favorite snack stick, lay down on the table, and sat directly opposite Mr. Dazai: "Hey, Dazai, I heard that you are married..."

The black-haired young man re-blindfolded his left eye, was also smiling, and was about to speak.

"But how is it possible! If you get married, I will be the first! Haha!"

Ranpo Edogawa laughed with his hands on his hips.

Mr. Dazai, who was full of scars, was not angry, "No, isn't Mr. Edogawa's ability [super reasoning] not working?"

With her waist still in her waist, she wanted to sneer at Dazai's Ranbu-chan: ...

The silence of the reasoning in the company caused everyone to focus their attention again. Dazai took out the mobile phone in his pocket as if aware of it, and called up a photo of a woman with black hair, black eyes and white skin, wearing a beautiful kimono. The other party smiled lightly. Dan, on the ring finger in his hand is a brand new diamond ring, holding a bouquet of small white daisies, the yellow stamens are very delicate and tender.

"Hey, Dazai! You won't really do it!"

His partner, Kunikida, looked at the scum.

Indeed, now Mr. Dazai's colleagues really don't know his past with the proprietress of this flower shop, and they all think that it is his new target in just half a month.

Dazai sighed: "Kunikida-kun~ I'm very sad~ In order to marry Miss Kaya, I was beaten for nothing!"

"Isn't this what you should do? If I were proposed to by a man I've only met once or twice, I would feel abrupt!" Kunikida said.

Dazai stared at the shiny phone screen, a little lost in thought.

"However, the proprietress of the florist is even more beautiful than the newspapers." Dun leaned over.

Hearing this, Dazai quickly pulled himself out of his memory, and said hastily and complacently: "Will my vision still be bad? Hmph~"

He glanced at Mr. Ranpo who laughed at him just now: "Mr. Ranpo, can you see it? Ms. Kaye and I have known each other for a long time~"

Edogawa pursed his lips randomly, feeling disgusted for the first time that his ability failed.

"Humph!"

Dazai raised the corners of his mouth: "In short, Ms. Kaye is my property, just remember~"

"Oh, Mr. Dazai, you are really a scumbag speaking!"

"Eh? Is there any?"

……

……

On the surface, Dazai unilaterally broke off contact with Wan Yin Jia Ye, but Wan Yin Jia Ye, apart from not taking the initiative to provoke this man, opened his own flower shop and had a special time every year, and would send an invitation to the address of that apartment .

As for Dazai, he also knew about those things, and secretly saw that beautiful black-haired woman outside the greenhouse.

So when Osamu Dazai plucked up his courage again and checked his real estate certificate, passbook, and legal identity, he pushed open the door of that flower shop.

When he opened the door, he thought about a question.

At the beginning, he pushed her away because he couldn't bear the responsibility she wanted. Now, is he still qualified?

The question is fleeting, and the man who desires the other dismisses it all.

With the smell of the beach, he rushed into the flower shop carefully managed by Wanyinjiaye, the strong fragrance almost suffocated him.

Generally, florists rarely have so many flowers in their business, because the main source of income for florists is not short-lived flowers, but potted plants that can grow in the soil.

But Wanyin Jiaye just likes it, and she is not short of money, so she can do whatever she wants.

A man wearing leather shoes and a suit and a beige coat finally walked in.

Wan Yinjiaye hadn't seen this man in six years, and she was also disappointed with Dazai Osamu. She thought she had found someone like herself, but it seemed that he was not willing to be with her.

In this regard, she had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​​​marriage.

If you want to experience life, you don't have to be two people, right?

So when the 25-year-old young man raised his legs and came in with a just right smile on his face, and asked her for a bouquet of roses, Wan Yinjiaye only raised his eyebrows slightly, and put the flowers for the other party.

How else could it be?

For ordinary people, it is only vague to recall the person they once wanted to have after six years.

"A total of [-] yen, thank you for your patronage."

she laughs.

Dazai didn't want to laugh, he wanted this person so much, but it seemed that this person really didn't want him anymore.

"Jia Ye, your roses are very beautiful."

With a familiar title, Ms. Wan Yin remained calm: "It would be great if Mr. Dazai's girlfriend likes it."

"It's my wife." He suddenly had a trick in his mind, but it was very hard for him to accept such a far-fetched lie.

Wan Yinjiaye was taken aback for a moment, then changed her words: "It will be very suitable for your wife."

Osamu Dazai said he hated dogs.

Now, he felt that Wan Yin Jia Ye was superimposed on the puppy.

"Ah, is it?"

His tone became colder, "But how do I feel—Miss Kaye is jealous?"

He was talking nonsense.

In fact, he should be the one who is jealous.

As early as he saw the article "the lover of a member of a Hong Kong gangster organization" in the newspaper, he knew who the bastard was.

Wan Yinjiaye sensed the other party's bad intentions, how could she bear this, and directly retorted: "You are already married, what are you talking about, don't keep Madam waiting."

Everyone is cheap.

Sometimes in the winter afternoon, when he saw the cold sun shining on his face with a deceiving temperature, he often thought of her.

But when Osamu Dazai thought of Wanyin Jiaye and couldn't get her, his will to live and die was like poison injected into the blood vessels, slowly eroding and never fading.

Because he can't have her.

Wanyinjiaye is like the sunshine in this winter.

Bai Shengsheng, shining brightly, deceived his eyes and told him to run out of the room with the fire in winter, but what awaited him was infinite cold.

"Jia Ye, I have some good companions recently, I am very happy to be with them, I am not like before... I am also eating well."

Suddenly, Wanyin Jiaye saw a trace of despair flashing in the man's dark eyes.

If she had looked in the mirror, she had seen exactly the same eyes.

That's when she had nothing.

Let me tell you a secret, Wan Yin Jia Ye did not actually lose her memory, she was just afraid, afraid of the huge unknown world, so her heart became weak.

She pretended to have lost her memory, found Mr. Dazai who had given her sleeping pills and vodka, and completely relied on her body.

Wan Yinjiaye couldn't tell for a while whether what he did at the beginning was good or not.

She also saw the little white dog who was obsessed with her, doing what she liked in this peaceful and stable era, with his brother and Miss Zhuzhi.

Wanyin Jiaye also endured that kind of sadness, and when asked about it by the Central Plains, he acted nonchalantly.

She also saw Tomioka Yoshiyuki's self-blame through the layers of unsent letters, which was all that was left in his short 25 years of life.

In a fire, it seems like everyone loses everything.

Wan Yin Jia Ye is also.

What Osamu Dazai said was very happy, but why did he show such an expression?

Yes, vanity?

Miss Wan Yin is vicious in her heart.

"Then congratulations, Mr. Dazai, your life is very happy now... stomach trouble, you should have enough land, right?"

She lowered her eyes and didn't want to look at him anymore.

Osamu Dazai knows.

she……

"That's right, I am now...not unhappy."

But he is greedy and far from satisfied.

Youth, no longer the 19-year-old youth, squeezes his own roses.

"So, excuse me, see you some other day...but you don't want to see me anymore, so I will never see you again."

The black-haired youth smiled.

His frozen eyes suddenly melted.

Like chocolate sauce, sweet and warm.

It's just that Wanyin Jiaye's heart began to beat.

Before the young man gently closed the door of the flower shop, he glanced at the woman he wanted.

Originally, I wanted to do my best to survive, to live until the day after Miss Kaye died.

but……

No, it's too annoying.

"Miss Jia Ye, excuse me."

Wanyinjiaye's flower shop is located in Binhai, a place facing the sea, and a few meters away is the built sea-viewing platform.

That's also, a good place to commit suicide.

The sound of dripping water came from nowhere, Wan Yinjiaye pushed the door open in a panic, and the bright red rose was thrown at the door of the flower shop. It was alone and didn't know what mistake it had made.

She looked further ahead.

The black eyes shrunk, and the bathrobe on her body with complicated and dazzling patterns resembled the wings of a butterfly, and she danced in the next second.

The beautiful butterfly threw itself into the sea, and all the voices were drowned out in an instant. She saw the young man with his eyes closed.

The cold seawater poured into the nasal cavity, Wan Yinjiaye endured the soreness of the seawater penetrating into the surface of the eyeball, raised his hand in the water and slapped the man.

It still hurts through the sea water.

In the end, she dragged him to the world.

"I said you are a fucking fool! Why did you commit suicide! Don't you have everything! So happy!"

A shrill female voice woke him up.

Osamu Dazai felt the warm hand on his waist, and a smile appeared on his pale face: "Suicide is my hobby—"

"What nonsense hobbies! Do you know how many people in the world want to live, how can you do whatever you want?!"

The sea water hugged him and her together, he stared at her thin lips and black eyes, and stretched out his hand to wrap around her waist: "I don't do whatever I want at all, and my happiness now is thanks to gentle and kind people, who tolerate I."

"……what are you saying"

"My home is full of flowers you like. There is no sleeping pill in the refrigerator, and the ingredients are ready. The ring is on the rose at your door. Marry me, Kaye."

The youth looked at him.

Be careful.

Wanyinjiaye remembered how obedient he was when he asked him for a kiss.

"You know what you're talking about."

"Yes, I know."

"You will commit bigamy."

"That's a lie, you know that."

"I……"

Osamu Dazai gagged her and dragged Manyin Kaya into the sea, where he settled down on her body in the cold.

You probably don't know, Miss Kaye.

About you, I am the all-knowing and all-powerful god.

Remember, it is all.

That's why I want to take you as my own.

The author has something to say:

hhhhh I want to put this on Fanwai, because Fanwai can let myself go!