Disqualification

The surname "Tokugawa" has a special meaning in Japan.

Right now is the Taisho period. For those born in the late Meiji period, the shogun is a distant title that seems to be buried in the dust of history. People in the new era only know the emperor, not the shogun.But for middle-aged and elderly people, the "general" is still the symbol of the highest power in the country. Speaking of the Tokugawa family, they would like to prostrate on the ground and kneel down.

The bad thing is that the "Tokugawa" who had an accident in Yoshiwara was the same "Tokugawa" who ended the glory days with the shogunate.

"What's the matter?" Butterfly Shinobu and Tomioka Yoshiyuki rushed out immediately. There were many people on the street, most of them were men, and the wandering girls hid behind the cubicles and poked their heads. The lower half of their faces were covered by wooden pillars, leaving only The eyes are out.

The person who yelled was a domestic servant, and he was very ostentatious. He was said to be a servant, but he was dressed better than a freeman. His perennial arrogance had left marks on his face, so that when he was in an emergency, his eyebrows would be raised. , the corners of his mouth are turned down, anyone who meets him for the first time will know that he is mean and difficult to speak.Now the mean servant is crying with this face.

Regardless of the filth, he directly crawled on the bloody stump, crying loudly.

Whether it is a wandering girl who is used to seeing dirty things or a male visitor to and from Huajie, when they see clearly what is on the ground, screams erupt one after another. The tones of men are rougher than those of women, and they curse Then he pushed away the wandering girl beside him, and walked straight to the gate.

Butterfly frowned. She had received a good medical education, and compared to Tomioka Giyuu, she was able to distinguish the residual limbs very well. Thinking of this, she also walked forward and asked the other nervous servants: "What happened?"

Those servants are disdainful of the guests coming and going on the street. More than [-]% of the guests in the huge flower street can only consume the lowest-level wandering girls. Just looking at their clothes, they are not even as good as the servants of the big family. To the poor ordinary people, they are quite despise.

But when the line of sight came into contact with Butterfly Ninja, the situation changed a bit. The servants knew what to buy. The clothes Dazai Osamu bought for Butterfly Ninja were the best ready-to-wear. In addition, she was also handsome, so the servants couldn't tell the difference. Men and women, they just thought it was a young master who came out to see the world, and she could be said to be of Chinese ethnicity based on her appearance.

"It's none of your business, young master." The servant reminded gently, "Let's go quickly."

"Police! Police! The police are here!" A few more yells erupted from the crowd, and when they heard the name of the police, the girls quickly dispersed, not wanting to join in the fun.

As I said before, Japan implements the public prostitution system. Hualiu Street has passed the government’s Ming Road, and outside Yoshihara is the police station. The main job of the police here is to take good care of the prostitutes/women so that they cannot escape, and occasionally they also play a role in mediating between guests and tea houses. contradictory role.

They never imagined that there would be a day when a murder case would be dealt with, and the person who died would still be a big shot.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki clearly saw that many policemen ran out of the tea house with their pants up after hearing the noise, and their faces were full of wine and sex.

"Interesting." The sound of breathing came from the back of his head, Tomioka Yoshiyuki held his breath and looked back, it was Osamu Dazai.

He said dryly, "Teacher, are you out?"

"If you make such a noise, even if you sleep like a dead pig, you will be woken up, not to mention that I didn't fall asleep, I was just writing some unwritten sentences." Dazai's eyes were shining, and he spoke again, But Tomioka Yoshiyuki didn't notice even a single look in his eyes. His eyes lingered on the police and domestic servants, and finally fell on the stump for a long time. He was very interested, and seemed to read a wonderful story from "them". Woven into words.

He walked straight on without saying hello, past the servant who was looking at him unkindly and the portly inspector.

The inspector didn't want to offend Dazai, but in the short time just now, he had already figured out that the deceased belonged to a member of the Tokugawa family. It was not something he could offend, so he asked the Dazai sternly, "Who are you? No one else should come near you."

"I'm sorry." Dazai smiled and didn't take the other party's threat into his eyes. He really doesn't like dealing with people like sheriffs. You see, they have a little bit of power but think they are the king of the world. They are arrogant and arrogant. Stupid, smart people have their own clever ways, but stupid people are all the same in their stupidity.

"My next name is Dazai." He said as he took out his ID card from his pocket. The words on the ID card came into the eyes of the sheriff from a tricky angle. Although Kyoto is far away from Tokyo, the local power class also likes to follow the trend, and even regards Tokyo as a weathervane. Tokyoites read whatever books they read, and Tokyoites wear whatever clothes they wear. The name of Osamu Dazai is familiar to literate people, and even the police chief has heard of it.

"You are Mr. Dazai?!" The police chief asked respectfully despite not having read any of Dazai's works, "You came here..."

"Actually." Dazai deliberately slowed down his tone of voice, and there was a strange rhythm between his words, "I have a little friendship with Mr. Harada from the Tokyo Police Station. I don't know if you have heard of it. Some time ago, I came up with the idea of ​​writing a new work, but the law and order in Tokyo is very good and there are no strange things happening, Mr. Harada asked me to come to Yoshiwara to see, how could I expect to see this good show.”

Describing human death as a good show, no matter from which angle you look at it, seems cold and ironic.

The deceased's servants were quite dissatisfied, especially the one who cried the loudest, and immediately scolded: "Presumptuous! Do you know..."

Before he finished speaking, the sheriff's big hand, which was thicker than a cattail leaf fan, directly swept over the servant's head, and pushed his head down. The servant was caught off guard and almost fell to the ground to bow down to Dazai.

Dazai really wanted to watch another farce, he even folded his hands leisurely and inserted each other into the wide sleeves of the kimono, squinting his eyes and smiling at the situation in front of him, as if to say: [It’s really a farce. ]

"Please excuse his rude words, Mr. Dazai." The sheriff bowed his head respectfully, "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"You are too polite." Dazai said, "You see, my descendants and I are very curious about this matter. Poor Mr. Tokugawa can't even be buried with a complete body, which is an insult to their family." Turning around, "However, it is not common for the body to be damaged like this, even in Huajie. It just so happens that my younger generation and I have a little understanding of medical science. Can you let us take a closer look, maybe we can determine the cause of death."

[What's wrong with the current young master. ] The Sheriff thought, [A good woman doesn't sleep, she runs out to look at the dead body. ]

But he said: "Please, please."

Dazai took a step forward and called out to Butterfly Shinobu and Tomioka Yoshiyuki who were standing there in a daze, and said, "You all come and see."

……

"I don't quite understand." The people from the police station sent Dazai and the others away respectfully. No one dispersed them, and no one accused them of desecrating the corpse. Judging from the damage, it must have encountered a ghost.

This is good news, at least they are sure that there must be ghosts lurking in Yoshihara, but Butterfly Ren has a lot of things she doesn't understand about the reversal of the sheriff's attitude before and after, so she directly asked: "Why did the sheriff respond poorly before and after?" So much, Tsushima-san, what did you say?"

"Yiyu." When he was looking at the corpse just now, Dazai wrote something in his notebook with relish, and he said to Tomioka Yoshiyuki, "You answer her question."

[ha? ]

Butterfly Ren looked at Tomioka Yoshiyuki. He still looked straightforward. He had only been together for a few days. Butterfly Ren already understood very well how much this person can't read air, how can't speak, what he says and what he wants to express It's the opposite, maybe that's why Butterfly Ninja distrusts Dazai so much. Dazai is Tomioka Yoshiyuki's Chinese teacher, and it's only because of his low level that he can teach him.

[Do you think I'm a child and want to dismiss me and fool me? ] She was on fire.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki received the teacher's order, but he didn't think there was anything wrong. He said: "It's very simple, you don't understand normal."

"puff."

Butterfly made a cross on his forehead.

Dazai apologized for his laughter: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you guys continue." Facing the smiling girl, he spread his hands and said, "Let me translate, what he means is that if you learn the relevant Knowledge, the sheriff’s reaction before and after is very easy to explain, it’s a pity that you, Shinobu, have not taken my class, so it’s only natural if you don’t understand.”

Butterfly squeezed out a few lines between his teeth: "Why didn't Mr. Tomioka say it directly?" Is it interesting to simplify the translation?

Tomioka Yiyong: ? ? ?

I said it all.

Dazai said, "That's what makes him cute."

Alright alright.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki went on to say: "This is a simple issue of checks and balances of power. The surname of the Tokugawa family is noble, but that was something before they knew it. After the Meiji era, the shogunate disintegrated, and the power returned to the emperor and the samurai who fell. The identity of the Tokugawa family It becomes very subtle, higher than ordinary public officials, government officials will preserve their identities for the sake of face, and at the same time, even if future generations have received higher education, they will never be able to serve in the current government." He changed his previous wording Rujin's style is fully explained.

For Tomioka Yoshiyuki, the words that Hu Die could not listen to for a moment were just Dazai's inter-class quiz. When the three of them were studying in the past, he would always talk about the modern political situation. Ask some small questions for them to think about, Sato, Mako, and himself give their opinions in turn, and finally Dazai will announce a more complete answer.

"Mr. Dazai said that he is acquainted with Mr. Harada. Harada is the police chief of the Tokyo Police Department, and his real authority is even higher than that of the chief of the Kansai Police Department. They will try their best to get online, let alone stationed outside Yoshihara."

"Yoshiharawai?" Die Die was also fascinated by listening.

"The Yoshiwara Police Station has a special position in the distribution of the Kyoto Police Station." This section was said by Dazai Gang on the way from Sagiri Mountain to Kyoto with Tomioka Yoshiyuki, and it happened to be for him to learn and sell. "This is the biggest fat job in Kyoto. One, you only need to take care of the wandering girls, and you don’t even need to make sure that no one escapes them. You can help Yoshihara to run smoothly and deal with things that Mishiban can’t handle. The low-level labor and high benefits make the Yoshihara Police Station known as the Kansai area It’s a hot place, and it matters how many people can enter here.”

Dazai interjected lightly: "They are all related waste." He gestured to Tomioka Yoshiyuki, who understood the teacher's meaning and stopped talking, and handed over the right to explain.

"There is no shortage of righteous people in this society, especially those who aspire to become policemen." Dazai said in a gentle tone but sharp in content, "Those who are willing to bully women, who take pleasure in whoring/prostitutes and beating prostitutes, must be among the scum Dregs." He said with a smile, "Did you see Mr. Sheriff's big belly, full of dirty fat and nothing?"

"He is the youngest son of the second-in-command of the Tokyo Police Department. His mother's family is attached to Kansai-made. He is an excellent product of the combination of politics and business. Because he is too incompetent, he can only dredge up the relationship and arrange it so that he can continue his idle but comfortable life."

When he said these words, Dazai was even scrambling to write, no one knew what he was writing: "Fortunately, he has a brain, and he will not offend others, so he can sit firmly in his seat."

Butterfly Shinobu's view of Dazai has completely changed, she respectfully said: "Thank you sir for your guidance."

"It's not a big deal." Dazai said casually, "Your lord must understand, but as a swordsman, in the old days, he was a samurai, and he was a subject. It's good for a subject to have a skill. It's not a big problem if you can't see the situation clearly."

"However..." The turning point spit out from Dazai's mouth, which seemed particularly meaningful.

"Do you really think he was eaten by a ghost?"

……

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

Luo Ji's hair changed from black to silver, and her long and graceful hair continued to extend, and the ends of her hair swayed in the air, which vividly reflected her anxious mood: "Who the hell, who dares to be in the territory we are stationed at?" Going up to prey?!" She felt that her authority on going up was being challenged, and the unknown ghost caused too much trouble, which made her very irritable.

"Stop making noise." The window was opened a crack, the prostitute Taro looked down at the crowd, the street was still in chaos, crying, screaming, scolding, and footsteps coming and going, all kinds of sounds mixed Together, they constitute unprecedented market chaos.

What's even more disturbing is...

"Inviting so many people, I must tear that guy apart!"

Luo Ji's shout was full of explosive power, it's not an exaggeration to say that it was a magic sound, but the prostitute Taro was used to it, his sister was very bad-tempered, and would come out like this every once in a while, so he blocked it with his hands ears, and the latter was wantonly releasing her movable belt used as a weapon, leaving large and small scratches on the wall and ceiling, and only barely calmed down after destroying it.

It is understandable for Fallen Ji to get angry.As the ancestor of ghosts, Wu Mi's characteristic is that he is able to move, very capable. Perhaps it is a sequelae of his being thin and living a day when he was a human being. If he has any obsession, it is to live.

Everything is for survival, as long as you can survive, even if it is a piece of minced meat that is divided into tens of millions of pieces, lying shivering like a worm in a dark and damp hole, it is tolerable.

And his subordinates were also required to forcibly inherit this characteristic.

Restraining the development of ghosts, preventing them from living together, prohibiting ghosts from cannibalizing people in the city, and favoring sparsely populated remote mountains... The above conditions are connected together, and it is possible to deduce Wu Mi's development route. He is very taboo about ghosts being discovered. .

Literary works or folklore stories that are specious as rumors can't make waves, but if many noble people die in broad daylight, or even leave stumps, it will be very disadvantageous.

Every time Luo Ji and the others ate someone, they pretended to run away, but it was just to prolong the time of occupying Huajie and not to be discovered.

She has been running the Kyogoku House as a fern girl for a few years, and it is far from the time when she changes her identity and evacuates. Now a ghost appears and disrupts the situation. Can you not be angry?

"Okay, okay." The prostitute Taro waited for her to lose her temper before saying, "It's useless even if you get angry again, the most important thing right now is to find the little bug and see who is so brave to make trouble under our noses. "

It's not that there are no ghosts coveting Yoshihara, but those ghosts were all murdered by the prostitute Taro before stepping into the forbidden area.

"I can't detect the breath of other ghosts!" Luo Ji yelled aggrievedly, "Damn it, the new bug must have mastered the blood ghost technique and can completely wipe out his own breath, I can't feel it he!"

"I can't feel it either." Taro the prostitute had a headache, "Can't you use other methods to find it, use your brain."

"I have no idea!"

The prostitute Taro surrendered and gave up. The younger sister is so stupid. As a brother, he can only take care of her and solve the problem for her: "I will walk around the street twice to see if I can find something." He added , "Who is that, isn't your new customer a good brain? If he is really capable, you can let him investigate and investigate, maybe he can find out something."

Luo Ji said: "He doesn't even know ghosts, how could he find out?!"

[etc. ]

Speaking of not even knowing about ghosts, Luo Ji suddenly felt a little guilty. In fact, she did not read Dazai's book at all, as she wrote in her letter. Even if Luo Ji wanted to doze off when her eyes touched the words, she forced herself to It took several days to read Dazai's serialized novels. Of course, she only read the recently published short serialized novels. The novels and novels were densely packed, which made her head hurt.

"Ghosts" often appear in Osamu Dazai's novels, ghosts who eat people, ghosts with special powers, ghosts who curse people, ghosts formed by the resentment of the dead, modern folklore, scrolls of night walks of ghosts in the Heiankyo era, and the story of Heike The good stories that have been handed down, and all kinds of weird and bizarre stories are mixed together to form his unique weird words.

Yesterday she pretended to ask: "Why do you keep writing about ghosts?" Her voice was so pretentious.

"Huh?" Dazai said, "Because they're interesting."

"interesting?"

"How should I put it?" Dazai said, "I've always been interested in legends, and unlike other monsters, the stories of Shuten-douji and Oe-san seem to have stopped in the Genka era. Most of the monsters recorded in the Hyakki picture scroll are They appeared in Heian-kyo before, but ogre ghosts are different, I visited the countryside, and there are still vivid legends in various places, which is really very interesting.”

"It's as if ghosts really exist."

[nonsense. ] Luo Ji thought triumphantly, [It's right in front of your eyes, doesn't it really exist? ]

She dragged her voice and asked, "You are running around chasing legends, just like chasing guests of Kabuki performances. You always say that you are obsessed with ghosts and want to meet them."

Dazai's hand holding the pen paused, and when he looked up at Luo Ji, he put on a mask-like smile: "Maybe."

[My pursuit of ghosts was originally out of a desire to seek the same kind. You see, even I am just a vulgar human being, with an abnormal life span, abnormal survival method, and abnormal growth rate. For such a short few years , I thought I was a similar species to ghosts, and I tried to find some answers from them, such as why they struggled and refused to die if they insisted on living for hundreds of years. ]

[Living in such an ugly world, it takes a lot of courage just to think about it. ]

At the end of the memory, Luo Ji thought nervously, maybe Dazai really saw ghosts with his own eyes, and knew their existence.

[Fortunately, he was not eaten. ] Luo Ji still secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, [If he is eaten... I will definitely find out the ghost who ate him, tear off his limbs, hang him under the eaves, and dry him in the sun after the sun comes out dry. ]

"Are you listening!" Taro the prostitute increased his voice.

"I'm listening, I'm listening, I'm listening!" Saying this, Luo Ji covered her ears, "I understand, if he can find out something, let him investigate, okay, don't bother me, go and find out Who is that daring ghost!"

……

Yoshiyuki Tomioka was arranged to rest in another room.

Yesterday was a day of chaos. After dealing with Tokugawa's death, Dazai and Butterfly Shinobi went to Xiaochuan again. Dazai was a hypocritical person, and he was not interested in soaked dead meat. He walked away after walking around, leaving only The next two children study.

Butterfly put on the gloves and fiddled with the corpse without changing his expression. Apart from confirming that there were gnawing wounds on the edge of his muscles, he couldn't confirm anything else.

Just relying on the wound, it is impossible to determine where the ghost is hiding.

Later in the morning, when it was still daylight, the two woke up with their clothes on, and Xiaozhi slept outside. At four or five o'clock in the morning, they quietly made up the bed and went out to work. Butterfly didn't see anyone when he went out.

She held on to the handrail of the stairs and walked all the way down, the surroundings were silent, most of the male customers did not stay overnight, and after half an hour of rejoicing, they left a small amount of whoring money and went home leisurely.

There are many low-level wandering women in the tea house, even if they are negotiating peace, they can only be in the dirty public hall, and there are only screens between people to separate them. Countless people have slept on one bed, and they have to receive many guests throughout the night.

Rao Die Die couldn't face these places directly, not because of women's shame, she just sympathized with those women's experiences.

The higher-level guests are to pack the girls for the whole night. The girls of this level are treated better and have separate rooms. The guests will sleep in their rooms and wake up in the middle of the day.

The day and night of Hualiu Street are completely reversed.

"Guest, are you awake?" Xiao Zhiben was busy in the kitchen, and wanted to go across the hall to the backyard to get some dry firewood. She didn't know that she would meet Butterfly Shinobu, who was fully dressed. The guest thought it through, and said to her: "Come with me, you haven't eaten yet, have you?"

Butterfly Ninja was stuffed with three plump white rice balls and two small pieces of dried pickled radish.She fumbled for her purse, and wanted to give Xiaozhi money, but was declined.

"Huaji Oiran said that Mr. Tsushima's expenses will be recorded on her. You and the guest who came after yesterday are considered Mr. Tsushima's relatives and will be treated the same as him."

Butterfly Ninja: "..."

[This is the oil bottle that came with the adopted boy? ]

She is also quite tongue-in-cheek, and she found a precise self-positioning right away.

Xiaozhi was still busy when she was having dinner. The latter's work this morning was not heavy. He only needed to chop the firewood and then pickle the vegetables. She was just looking for stones for the pickles.

Butterfly sat on the side, and the two chatted one after another.

"You have been working at Kyogokuya?"

"No, no, I do odd jobs in various teahouses, and I will go to whichever one wants me." Xiaozhi said, "Most of the shops don't want me. When he saw this face, he was scared to death, and few people would hire me after that." She thought for a while and said, "Even for work, I usually cover my face."

"Then Kyogokuya wants you?"

Xiaozhi smiled and said, "It was Fern Ji Huakui who ordered me. She said I was ugly, and she likes to stand with ugly monsters, so that her good looks can be highlighted."

Butterfly stretched out her hand to hold her forehead. She didn't feel very angry when she heard the plain words. She just felt that Fern Ji was indeed Fern Ji. She had fully experienced Fern Ji's arrogance and bad temper yesterday. That woman was all the bad characters in Huajie. A collection of sex, ordering a wandering girl is like ordering a maid. When she is in a bad mood, she just slaps her hand, and she goes out for a while. When she came back, the little chick/prostitute who had previously served her was slapped twice by Fern Ji, white and tender The face was swollen.

Die Die was very angry, and she knew that being angry was useless, and if she reasoned it would only make the chick/prostitute's life worse, so she could only use cooling ointment on her privately to make her swelling go down faster.

"That woman..." Die Ren secretly said, "How did you develop your temper?"

Xiaozhi's ears are very good, so she couldn't help but replied, "It's from this street."

"But I heard that Lixia Huakui has a very good temper."

"That's different." Xiaozhi shook her head, "Li Xia Huakui was bought from a young age, and raised as an oiran. She is beautiful, and she is walking a steady path from bald to upward. Of course, she has a good temper."

"Fern Ji Oiran, it is said that she is the child of a low-level wanderer, who came from a wanderer."

Butterfly Shinobu doesn't understand the difference, but from Xiao Zhi's description, the tea house where low-level wandering girls are raised is a place where people cannibalize.

"And Fern Princess Oiran is very good-looking." Her eyes sparkled, "A good-looking person is right no matter what he does."

"That's not right." Butterfly couldn't bear to think that Xiaozhi was not bad, so she said a little more, "Is it right to beat and kill people because she looks good?"

Xiaozhi asked back: "Isn't it right that a person with rights won't be held accountable if the girl is played to death?" is the scariest.

"Your girls die because of customers." She said, "Some customers have syphilis themselves, but they still want to find girls. Low-level girls don't have the right to choose clients, so they are dragged down to contract the disease. After the value is squeezed out, they are left alone. Rush to the streets, starve or die of illness."

"There are also guests who are the sons of samurai's family. They are very rude to the girls. I even heard that some people strangled the low-level girls on the bed, and settled down after paying some money."

"Yoshihara is very big, and there are not only wandering girls and Jianshiban living here, but also unprostituted children of prostitutes, who are obviously not in the grid, but are valued by wretched adults, and they are caught and manipulated at will. Isn't that true? Is that right?"

Butterfly was speechless.

"Everything done by Fern Ji Oiran is correct." Xiaozhi looked down at the pickle jar, "She earned a lot of money for Jingjiya, and this tea house is supported by her, because she earned money, so mother can buy it. When more girls come back, the tea house will become bigger and bigger, and the business will be better and better. If there is no Huakuan Ji Ji, everyone will have nothing to eat."

"Even if she wants people to die, my mother will agree. People here depend on her to live."

[Too distorted. ]

Butterfly thought about it.

[It's too distorted. ]

What frightened her the most was that what Xiaozhi said was logically reasonable. Butterfly endured looking back on her first half of her life. Before her parents were killed by ghosts, she lived a happy and prosperous life.

I vaguely remember when I was a child, my sister took her to the street and saw ragged civilians, no, no, the sister Chanel they picked up seemed to grow in hell.

It's normal to be eaten, it's normal to be trafficked, there's no name...

Human-eating "ghosts" are everywhere, and even if they kill all the evil ghosts in the world, worse things will still happen. This fact terrifies her from the bottom of her heart.

[My job is just to kill ghosts. ]

she told herself.

[Others have nothing to do with me. ]

……

Dazai sighed when he opened his eyes, there was no dream last night.

He had several intermittent dreams, there was the Oda Sakunosuke he had met before, and later a boy named Chuya Nakahara appeared.Dreams are all fragmented, like fragments, from which he peeks at the silhouette of his past life, trying to deduce the truth of becoming what he is now.

He got up very late and looked at the clock on the wall. At three or four in the afternoon, the wandering girls had to get up to wash one after another. In late autumn, it gets dark early, and the sun will set around five o'clock.

Dazai is very familiar with Xiaomei's room, it's a little strange to say that he also lived in Xiaomei's room a few years ago, and rarely returned to the mansion in Kyoto, and the whole capitalized dove occupies the magpie's nest.The old man at Kyogokuya felt weird at first, and he couldn't get used to the many normal men in his life who were not familiar with the world, but if Huakui Ji Ji didn't drive him away, it was useless if others didn't want to.

Anyway, Fern Ji Oiran received a lot of paying homage, and the income of Jingji House increased instead of decreasing, so he went with him.

The first thing after waking up was to ask the proprietress for a drink. The proprietress of Kyogoku House knew Dazai well, so she told him to get it in the cellar, and walked down the cellar for two steps. A man with an ugly mottled face sat in the cellar, playing with a scythe in his hand.

This is an ugly man.

Dazai shook his head as if he hadn't seen him, and went to find his bottle.

……

[It's very familiar. ] The prostitute Taro found that when he saw Osamu Dazai's face completely for the first time, he didn't feel resentment towards the handsome guy in his heart, nor was he unhappy because of his sister's special treatment of this man. He only felt helpless and disgusted.

[When I look at him, it's almost like looking at my silly sister. ]

"Hey." The prostitute Taro thought that Dazai was stupid. If it were someone else, he suddenly saw an ugly man in the wine cellar. , carefully selected his favorite wine, and unscrupulously exposed his back to the prostitute Taro.

[wack. ]

"Ah?" Dazai said, "You called me?" He hummed an unknown tune, the tune was very familiar, and the prostitute Taro slapped his head. Isn't this the only waka that Fallen Princess can sing?

Flowers are easy to fade, people are easy to grow old, and the continuous bitter rain is thrown away by me.

In the morning, there are beauties boasting about the world, and in the evening, there are bones and rotten suburbs.

"What are you looking for?"

"Daiginjo from Beihai." Dazai said, "I like to drink that. The proprietress seems to have changed the place where the wine is stored. I can't find it."

"..."

The prostitute Taro was silent for a long time, pointed at the sickle and said, "The third row from the right."

"Ah, I found it." Pushing open the box and fumbling around, he successfully brought out a bottle of wine, then staggered away humming a little tune.

"Thank you." He waved his hand.

Taro the prostitute: "..."

With a sullen face, he tossed and caught the sickle again and again, and the crude weapon was about to give him a lot of fun.

[This guy, what's going on. ]

……

Half a month after picking up Dazai, he finally realized that the free culture teacher who can be fished out of Xiaochuan is really not a normal person.

"What's this?" He pointed to the dark mass on the left.

"Roasted sweet potatoes cooked in a campfire," Xiaomei said.

"What is this?" He pointed to the pile on the right.

"Persimmons." Dazai said, "I picked them secretly."

"I'll let you two stay at home..." He didn't know what to say, the roasted sweet potatoes and persimmons made a mess in the house, he didn't need to guess, Xiaomei's way of roasting sweet potatoes must be abnormal , I am afraid that he ran for several streets with Dazai before he escaped from the pursuit of others. The prostitute Taro thought that he had to guard the door of his house with a sickle again tonight, lest anyone would knock on the door.

Dazai smiled and said, "Look what else I got." He took out a bottle of wine from behind him, "I went to paint three meticulous paintings for A Liang, and he gave me this bottle of wine as a reward. Why don't we go together tonight? Just drink persimmons?"

The prostitute Taro's first reaction was: "What kind of wine do you want? Food! Food! If you can't do it, you can get some cloth." When he came back to his senses, he roared again, "Do you want to die with wine and persimmons?"

Xiaomei sneered mercilessly: "You guys still call me stupid, I don't have any common sense, idiot, idiot."

Dazai said, "I think it would be interesting for them to match together."

The prostitute Taro is very tired, he feels that he has become a mother.

……

/ To put it simply, I am being taken care of. Readers will be very surprised. I am not a coerced teacher. Who will take care of my life?But this happened. Xiaomei is a very stupid girl. Not to mention her talent, she doesn't have the intelligence of ordinary people, and her learning speed is also extremely slow. know two.

I said you played, and if you go on like this for a few years, you won’t be able to memorize the song Xiaocang Bairen, which really failed my education. She gave me a blank look, and directly knocked off my hand that was going into the fire to get the sweet potato, rummaged and rummaged Hand over a Y-shaped branch and say, "Take this and plug it in."

"Are you stupid, with your hands? Say I'm not smart, and I think you've got the brains of a pig."

We used to hate each other.

Taro (here is a pseudonym) who picked me up is not a good person. He collects debts in Huajie and has a notorious reputation, but he is very good to Xiaomei. What's the matter, when you look at me, you feel disgusted, just like looking at Xiaomei.

"You two don't talk about each other." He said, "Anyway, you are both incompetent idiots."

—— "The Tale of Yoshihara" /

……

"Sir, sir, Mr. Tsushima, please don't go in."

"Fern Ji Oiran hasn't got up yet."

There was the sound of people talking outside the door, and Ji Ji turned over impatiently, thinking that after getting up, she must clean up Xinzao who came to serve, she dared to make loud noises while sleeping inside, she really didn't know what to do.

[The sun hasn’t set outside yet, so sleep a little longer...]

"Pa—" Who knew that the next second, the paper door was pulled open, and Xinzao knelt on the ground in fear, not daring to look at the face of Oiran Jiji.

"Let's go, Xiaomei." A cheerful voice came from above, "As soon as we go out for a stroll, what happened to Tokugawa is really interesting."

Luo Ji's mind was a little chaotic just after waking up, and it took a while to turn it on. The man in a foreign suit knelt and sat beside her mattress. Her hair was very long. Two strands of long hair were pressed under Osamu Dazai's knees. The room was already lit, and the light shone on the black hair. From the angle of Dazai's position, the color of the hair became lighter and lighter, becoming golden, or silver?

Fern Ji belatedly let out a scream: "You bastard! I haven't put on makeup—"

"Get out of here!"

……

"Does it look good?"

Dazai brought Xiaomei back with a box of lip balm. He is a big spender, even when he is down and down. He clearly drew ten pictures, but only brought