Yokohama old father writes book daily

The children adopted by Oda Sakunosuke have one thing in common with Oda Sakunosuke, that is, they understand the color of death.

Fifteen children were convinced they had experienced death.Even Kony, the youngest, clearly remembers how he died.

The other five were children who survived the dragon head struggle, experienced the bloody wave that swept across Yokohama, and lost all their relatives in that wave.

When such a group of unfortunate guys gather to form a family, it is supposed to be full of sadness, but in fact everyone has a good time and laughs and laughs.

The children are not forgetful, but they are too strong, so strong that they will not be easily defeated by misfortune.

Don't look at Oda Sakunosuke raising so many children alone, it seems very hard, in fact, the children often bring him strength, but the children themselves may not be aware of it.

When Oda Sakunosuke returned home, he realized that he seemed to be in love with the children again.

"Brother Oda, we found a living corpse!" Xingsuke laughed energetically.

"Actually, I still don't think it's a living corpse..." Shinji retorted softly, "The book says that a living corpse is a corpse that can move and attack humans."

Xingsuke widened his eyes: "Do you mean that Saku Le said something wrong?"

Shinji quickly shook his head in panic.

Oda Sakunosuke walked to the couch, staring at the black-haired man lying on it in a daze.

People who thought it was very difficult to meet just now suddenly appeared in my home the next moment, this is not a good thing that can be met casually.

It was hard for him to believe it was really a coincidence.

Dazai looked more mature and haggard than he remembered, like a black feather, light and thin.

He reached out and touched Dazai's forehead, feeling heat beyond normal body temperature: "It's a low-grade fever."

Sato asked, "Do you want to take it to the hospital?"

The red-haired man shook his head: "I know this person, and his current status is not convenient for him to go to the hospital."

After hearing this, Leslie quietly breathed a sigh of relief.It's good to know, it's good to know, and it doesn't look like an enemy, he is really afraid that he will pick up someone who shouldn't be picked up and go home.

"Dad, who is he?" Leslie asked.

Considering Dazai's current status, Oda Sakunosuke felt that it would be better not to introduce him for the time being: "When he wakes up, if he agrees, I will introduce him to you."

So Osamu Dazai was sent to the old father's bedroom, took off his coat and shoes, stuffed him under the bed, untied the bandage on his head, and put on a hot towel.

Curious children participated in the whole process and expressed their opinions.

"This guy didn't hurt his head, so what's the point of him wearing a bandage?"

"I said why I couldn't smell blood, nor the smell of wound medicine. I thought it might be a mummy. I was so disappointed."

"It's not a mummy, so it's a living corpse, right?"

"It seems that Saku Le is right."

Then the children turned to praise Sakule's iron mouth, and Connie also looked at her with shining admiration eyes, making Sakule ashamed.

Oda Sakunosuke pushed the children out, closed the door, sat next to Osamu Dazai, and stared at it for a while.

In fact, he didn't have any special feelings in his heart.Although Dazai knew that he had changed a lot at a glance, but Dazai was still that Dazai after all, not a stranger he didn't know.

Moreover, he hadn't been parted from Dazai for long in fact - he only met him yesterday when he was dying in his memory.

So he just stared at Dazai without thinking about anything.

Dazai's messy black hair was spread on his pillow, his delicate face was quite pale, and there was a sickly blush on his cheeks, his nose fluctuated slightly with his breathing, his chin was buried in the quilt with nostalgia, and his brows were furrowed, as if he was doing something. An uneasy dream.

The rays of the setting sun gathered far away from the window, the sea breeze blowing through the window and the leaves made soothing rustling sounds, and the distant and distorted whistle whimpered from the sea.

Oda Sakunosuke just watched all this, heard all this, and felt all this.

After a long time, he said slowly, "You're awake."

It's an affirmation.

Breathing is different when a person loses consciousness and when he is awake. Although Osamu Dazai has obviously practiced the technique of pretending to be asleep, and his control of breathing rhythm is also very delicate, but Oda Sakunosuke's observation ability is even better at this moment .

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes, but he just stared at the ceiling absently, as if there was something worth staring at on the ceiling: "Where is this?"

Oda Sakunosuke reported the address, and poured a glass of water and brought it over: "Drink some, your voice is hoarse and your lips are dry, you must be dehydrated."

Osamu Dazai turned his head to the side, drank the water from the red-haired man's hand, and lowered his eyes: "Thank you."

This thank you sounded light.The red-haired man followed suit and said lightly, "You're welcome."

"Oda——" Osamu Dazai paused, seeming to swallow something that was almost blurted out. "Mr. Oda, why am I here?"

"You passed out on the side of the road, my child was not at ease, so I brought you back."

Osamu Dazai smiled: "Thank you very much, my child. My name is Tsushima Hazo, and I have already heard about your amnesia, Mr. Oda. I am really sorry. It must be troublesome for you to come to trouble at this time. Are you troubled?"

"No trouble." Oda Sakunosuke answered matter-of-factly, "You know me?"

"Well, I know you. I'm a down-and-out novelist with no achievements. Although I call myself a novelist, I just hide in the room all day and waste manuscript paper, but I have never published a piece of work. I met by chance when I was out shopping. Mr. Oda also chatted a few words about writing, but it was only a few encounters."

What a complete lie.Oda Sakunosuke nodded.Compared with Dazai's words, he believed in Edogawa Ranpo's statement more, and he and Dazai must have never met in this world.

So why did Dazai suddenly approach him?

The red-haired man analyzed the possibility that the detective agency had provoked gangsters in Hong Kong, and asked flatly, "Why did you faint?"

"Maybe I'm hungry." Osamu Dazai smiled embarrassedly, "Well, I'm really sorry to bother you by staying here. I feel better, so I'll go back first. I'll send a thank you next time. polite."

The black-haired man turned over and got off the bed, his movements were very neat, as if he wanted to show that he was okay, but he seemed to simply want to leave quickly.

He didn't glance at Oda Sakunosuke from the beginning to the end, and he was about to leave.

Oda Sakunosuke stared at Dazai Osamu's back inquiringly, then reached out and grabbed Dazai Osamu's wrist.

Dazai Osamu's wrist was very slender, but Oda Sakunosuke knew very well how stable and ruthless it would be when facing the enemy with such a slender wrist.

Now, this wrist trembled subtly, so Oda Sakunosuke knew that he was not the enemy.

He couldn't help being happy with this little discovery.

Osamu Dazai was obviously taken aback by this pull, he turned his head subconsciously, and met the eyes of the red-haired man.The red-haired man saw the embarrassing stubble on his face from the reflection of his iris eyes.

Ah, the beard seems a little long, it's time to shave it, or it will pierce the children next time they play.The red-haired man thought seriously and plainly.

The other party was not so calm. Osamu Dazai froze because of the unplanned staring. Two seconds later, he suppressed the urge to rush forward and hug, and relaxed with blinking eyes: "Why did Oda-san suddenly grab me? Oh ...I see, you already know my identity, don't you?"

"Well, you are the leader of Hong Kong gangsters." When he replied, the red-haired man still didn't let go.

Osamu Dazai didn't mind, and smiled calmly: "I really can't underestimate you. Well, then I apologize to you. I was wrong, and I shouldn't just make up lies to deceive you."

As he said that, his expression changed slightly, and his aura became terrifying and powerful. He was no longer a weak man who just woke up from a coma, but the king who controlled everything in the dark: "The official self Let me introduce, I am Osamu Dazai, the leader of the gangsters in Hong Kong."

The author has something to say: Oda Saku: So why did you faint?

Dazai: Weakness, sudden movement, mood swings, no food or drink.

Odasaku: So that’s it. I’m really starving. Do I want curry?

Dazai: Good!