Yokohama old father writes book daily

The halo of the street lamp was a bit hazy, softly covering the two figures standing shoulder to shoulder.

The black-haired figure continued to rant and complain, while the burgundy-haired figure nodded from time to time, or answered a few simple sentences.

Osamu Dazai will always be the one who can speak better than Sakunosuke Oda, and the two will never be bored by this unequal relationship where they talk more and talk less.

But because of the lack of a place in Ango Town in Sakaguchi who knows how to complain, the chat became more and more drifting.

Osamu Dazai was able to say some truthful things in the beginning, but then he started talking nonsense.

"Odasaku, some time ago I discovered the talent for cooking from a guy named Kijiro Kajii, do you know why?"

"why?"

"Because I found that experimenting and cooking seemed to be the same thing. You think, both of these things start with preparing the utensils and materials, then handling the materials, putting the utensils in, mixing and stirring, and sometimes you need to bake it, The whole process is carried out step by step, and it is necessary to control the time, proportion, quantity, heat, and maintain hygiene. Isn’t it exactly the same?”

The red-haired man thought for a while, and thought it made sense: "Indeed, so is that person named Kejiro Kajii an experimenter?"

Osamu Dazai put a finger on his chin: "You can say that, but it's not important. The important thing is that I asked him to help me when I was making tofu. I want to try his cooking talent."

"How is the result?"

"Perfect! I think he can even fully learn the essence of making hard tofu, and then carry forward the hard tofu. I also thought of how to name it, that is 'hard tofu with iron teeth and copper teeth'! Do you want to register now? What about the trademark?"

The red-haired man looked at the sky: "It's too late now, let's do it tomorrow."

"That's true." Dazai Osamu nodded repeatedly, "But you said that if you sell it in a store, what should you do if someone knocks out a tooth after buying it and wants to claim compensation?"

"Making it a little bit softer to begin with?"

"But that would lose the essence, and hard tofu with iron teeth and copper teeth would not be worthy of the name."

"Indeed."

Osamu Dazai laughed cheerfully: "I thought of an easy solution, that is, I will issue an explanation at that time, telling everyone to go to Kajii Keijiro if they want to claim compensation, and I just provided a tofu recipe, which is completely innocent. But in this way , if everyone wants to praise the delicious tofu, those praises can’t be conveyed to me.”

The red-haired man tried to help as much as he could: "Then when I hear someone praising the hard tofu with iron teeth and copper teeth, I will pass those words on to Dazai."

"Wouldn't it be troublesome?"

"Will not."

Osamu Dazai showed a satisfied expression.

The longhouse was close at hand, and the lights inside were on, indicating that the children were still awake.

Because the street became much quieter after dark, the noise of children in the longhouse could be faintly heard outside.

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes and tilted his head like a cat feeling comfortable: "That's great, Oda Tsukuru, sometimes I feel that this world is so beautiful, it's like an illusion, maybe one day it will be broken when I wake up .”

"It's not an illusion, and it won't be broken." The red-haired man said affirmatively.

"why?"

"Because if you, Dazai, don't want this world to shatter, it won't shatter."

Although this was too full of words, like bragging, but the red-haired man trusted Dazai almost superstitiously: "What you want to do will always succeed, I can't imagine Dazai failing."

The man with disheveled black hair froze for a moment, the corners of his lips trembling slightly, he seemed to be about to cry for a moment, but he soon relaxed, and smiled again, like a heartless fool.

What are you talking about?Odasaku, you've seen me fail.

I want to save you, I have tried my best to save you, but in the end you still lie in my arms and die?

"You are right, Odasaku, of course I will not fail, no matter how difficult things are, as long as I want to do it, I will definitely be able to do it. The world is still fine now, maybe I am secretly behind the scenes The fruit of hard work."

What you think is one thing, what you say is another.How many complex emotions are hidden in the words full of cheerful meaning, in fact, the speaker himself cannot tell.

The red-haired man lowered his head and took out the key to open the door, so he missed the brief moment when Dazai adjusted his expression, and only heard with his ears the pretentious fool boasting.

The blissful fool didn't think he was stupid at all, and raised his hand to pat the red-haired man's shoulder: "So it's good to say, Odasaku. But no matter how you think about it, you're happier."

The red-haired man stretched his arms and stuffed the key into the lock: "Why?"

"Because I still have to work hard to be the leader of the Hong Kong gangsters. Leader Sen is really irresponsible. I think he boasted that Haikou would give me poison to help me commit suicide, but he died of a sudden illness in the change of the world line. Well, Hong Kong gangsters were in total chaos at that time, if a new leader was not quickly arrested, it might cause riots on a scale in Yokohama, and blood would flow like a river, and I had no choice but to take over.”

As he said that, Osamu Dazai's cheerful tone softened, as if he was whispering softly: "So Odasaku, I didn't keep the promise to save people, and I'm really sorry."

"Crack."

The door opened.

The red-haired man pulled out the key and turned to look at Dazai.

Osamu Dazai put on an expression of obediently admitting his mistake, and looked at Odasaku with eyes begging for forgiveness, his iris-colored eyes were wet, like a cute little animal.

The red-haired man responded flatly: "Well, I won't blame you."

The big smile immediately covered the pretentious cute face: "That's great! Oda—"

"That's great! Brother Oda, you come back, come... here..." It was a rare time that he was particularly active. When he heard the door lock, he rushed to the door of the house and wanted to welcome his father. .

He swayed like he was unsteady, and before he fainted on the ground, he suddenly opened his throat and screamed: "The living corpse is here!"

In an instant, it was like pouring a large basin of ice water on top of crackling firewood, leaving only a piercing cloud of steaming.

The original noisy voices in the house were basically silenced, so that the paper man's relatively small shouts could be heard clearly.

"You are really jealous of Kumbu! Why! Aren't you also a paper man?" The paper man Sakata Ginshi's eyes were tearing apart, feeling like the sky was falling.

And Kagura chewed vinegar kombu with a "click click", and at the same time looked at Gintoki with contempt: "So I said I can eat it, this is my inherent personality, no matter what happens, it will not change."

"What about me? My inherent personality is to have a sweet tooth!"

"No, your inherent personality is Diabetes Alu."

"I don't have diabetes yet! The doctor just said it's more dangerous! Of course I will pay attention to it! Hey, you can't see me, okay?!"

The red-haired man walked into the room amidst the friendly quarrel, and saw a messy scene in the room.

Some children had paper strips on their faces and drawings of little turtles, which seemed to be punishment items for losing the game.

Some children accidentally touched the spilled water glass and covered it with their cuffs in a concealed manner, which also stained the cuffs.

Some children cut colored paper into a pile of debris, as if they wanted to cut window grilles but failed.

Some children are imitating Satu and want to cut a handy wooden knife by themselves, and it seems that the progress is not bad, and the prototype of the sword can be roughly seen in a large pile of sawdust.

The two paper figures were buried by some strange things.There are papers with miniature comics; there are vinegar kelp bags; there are handmade mini clothes and shoes; there are also small paper hats and small paper boats folded out of colored paper.

It seems that the two friends from Master House get along very well with the children.

The red-haired man thought for a while, and suddenly realized: "Is it a party? Sorry, I came back suddenly to disturb you."

Only then did the children recall that they were having fun with the reason of "celebrating Sakunosuke Oda's iron tree blooming and wanting to fall in love", but they forgot about it after playing.

It doesn't matter if you forget it originally, as long as you wait for Oda Sakunosuke to come back, of course everyone will be able to recall it, and then ask about the progress as soon as possible.

But no one thought that Oda Sakunosuke would bring the living corpse home directly.

Xingsuke widened his eyes, hesitating a bit: "He... is he going to live at home?"

Do you want to live together?This progress is too fast!Didn't you just start thinking about love issues today?Is it time for a flash marriage?

The red-haired man looked at Dazai, and read the answer from Dazai's expression: "It's not about permanent residence."

"That's it." Kosuke breathed a sigh of relief.

It's ok, ok, just take it home for the night... It's just a piece of yarn!Brother Oda, you are so strong, I will be under a lot of pressure when I grow up!

Although I have long believed that you are invincible, Brother Oda, but you are so inhumanly strong, it is difficult for me to catch up with you!

No, I can't easily admit defeat, I will also complete the series of steps in a day to confess to the forced kiss, confirm the relationship and take it home for the night!

Xingsuke clenched his fist secretly, cheering himself up, feeling that the whole small universe was on fire.

The red-haired man obviously couldn't guess the child's rich inner world, so he greeted everyone very calmly: "I won't bother you, let's continue the party, but the voice can be a little quieter, and don't go to bed too late."

He led Osamu Dazai into the bedroom, and Osamu Dazai did not go in directly when he reached the door, but suddenly thought of something and turned around and asked the children: "Can I ask, why am I a living corpse?"

He completely remembered the exclamation that Shinji blurted out just now.

The children trembled.Because Osamu Dazai's smiling face is terrible, like the wolf grandma who approached Little Red Riding Hood with a smile in a fairy tale, full of malice.

"Dazai." The red-haired man was helpless.

Osamu Dazai hurriedly jumped into the bedroom, and closed the door obediently: "I know, Oda Saku, I'm just scaring them for fun."

He leaned over to the desk curiously, pointed to the book on it and asked, "Can I flip through it? The last time I saw it, I actually wanted to flip through it."

"Okay, but there's nothing to read, because I haven't written anything yet."

Osamu Dazai reached out and opened it, only to find that there was indeed nothing written.

"Oh, Odasaku..." He paused, "I didn't tell you something before, because I thought I might not be worthy to say it at that time, but now that I think about it, maybe I am qualified to say it."

"What's that?" the red-haired man asked.

Dazai Osamu showed a serious expression, he gently brushed the spine of the book with his fingers, his eyes stared at the red-haired man for a moment, and said clearly word by word: "Oda Tsukuru, I recognize that you are qualified to write a book .So listen to me and go write.”

There is no logic at all in this statement, it is really boring, but as a person who has been kissed by force, it is okay to talk about it casually, right?

The red-haired man hesitated for a rare moment, then slowly nodded under Dazai's solemn gaze: "Okay."

Osamu Dazai laughed happily: "Okay, you can sit down and write now! I will lie on your bed and monitor, hurry up!"

After saying that, he really lay down, and even spread out the quilt to cover himself, with a very natural attitude, as if the bed was originally his.

He covered his nose and mouth, only revealing two shining eyeballs, like two searchlights erected above the prison, a urging voice came out from under the quilt: "Hurry up!"

The red-haired man had no choice but to sit down at the table and pick up his pen.