Complete Survival Manual

It's raining again.

The rain at night always has a wonderful magic power. They beat on the window sill and glass without stopping for a moment.Tsushima and Osamu Dazai escaped the fate of being drenched in the cold, and fortunately returned to their residence during the interval between two heavy rains.

Because the stimulation level of dinner was too high, as a result, neither of them felt sleepy now.The faint burning sensation in the stomach was strong, Tsushima took a can of beer from the refrigerator and sat by the window, deciding to wait for the stomach to calm down before thinking about going to bed.

"The spiciness of hell is nothing more than that. It is really a wonderful thing to experience the scenery close to hell under the existing conditions." Dazai Osamu was sitting next to Tsushima, and his voice was consistent Frivolous and erratic, it seems that even the soul is flying to the distance.

Tsushima leaned against the soft sofa, with a soft smile on his face.The beer quickly lost its coolness in the indoor temperature, and the water droplets on the can became more friendly.

This is really a night with a good atmosphere, it seems that the never-ending sound of rain separates this room from the world.At this moment, there is nothing here but them.

—at least until the phone rang.

The screen of the mobile phone placed casually beside Tsushima lights up, and then goes dark again after a while.After doing this several times, Tsushima finally gave it a little attention, moved his fingers and buckled the phone on the floor with the reverse side up.

"Eleven." Dazai Osamu was playing a counting game at the side, he stretched out his hand, and dangled it in front of Tsushima, "I called you overnight, no matter how you think, the other party has something urgent to ask Help." As he spoke, there was impeccable worry on his face.

He was like an actor standing on the stage. It took only a moment for him to suddenly become empathetic. It seemed that he was sincerely thinking about the person on the other side of the phone.

"Every call is hung up naturally at the last second. The persistence of the person who called you is amazing." Osamu Dazai said, "Aren't you going to see who it is, Tsushima?"

"Not at all." Tsushima said, "Naoki's persistence is meaningless. If you think about what he wants, I know that I can't agree to it."

"Huh?" Osamu Dazai made a questioning voice, "What does he want?"

Tsushima curled the corner of his mouth, and said with latent sarcasm: "He wants me."

Subtle biting words coupled with ambiguous tone, Tsushima's words are full of hints of evil taste.

"Although I know it's impossible, I'll take it seriously." Osamu Dazai complained casually, then stroked his chin and said, "Sure enough, this is the kind of person again... and only Mitsui Naoki is still doing it to make you come back. The dream of the Mitsui family. Compared with him, even Akutagawa, who can only follow others, looks a lot cute." After he finished speaking, he seemed to feel a little sick, "Hey, did I just use cute to describe Akutagawa? ?”

"Akutagawa-kun will be very happy, it would be even better if you could go to him and say so." Tsushima said, "Before, Nakaya-kun seemed to be a little concerned about the education of the black lizard, saying that if he was a bastard as a teacher Mackerel is willing to give a little encouragement to the children, and Akutagawa's lung disease may be cured without medicine. It's really effective, Dazai."

Osamu Dazai: "This is slander, slander." He waved his hands like chasing flies, looking very disgusted, "Isn't an adjective like efficacious used to describe a god? If you seriously pray to a dwarf, maybe Any wish can come true.”

"If anyone really follows me closely, hoping to get something from me...then he may be disappointed."

Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes, looking lazy, as if he made a casual joke.

The phone quieted down, Tsushima smiled, and put down the empty jar in his hand.

There was a slight thud when the bottom of the tank touched the floor.

"Me too," he said, "if he wants something from me, he will be disappointed in the end."

……

The rain became heavier, and the sound of beating something hurriedly made Naoki Mitsui feel a little restless.

He sent someone to send Mitsui Koyuki back to rest, then got up and went to another room.The room is not far from the tea room, but the winding corridors and flowers and plants hide the room in a secret place.After walking for a while, he saw the maid from a distance.

She stood quietly, with the sliding door of the room behind her.Mitsui Naoki stopped and asked, "How is it?"

"Master Zhihui." The maid replied with a bow, "The doctor hasn't come out yet."

"It hasn't come out... How long has it been?"

"It's been half an hour."

Half an hour is not very long, it's just enough time for him to leave.Mitsui Naoki looked at the sliding door and forcibly suppressed the restlessness in his heart.He nodded to the maid, who stepped back and opened the door for him.

The doctor in a high-end suit turned his head when he heard the sound, and when he saw that it was Naoki Mitsui, he politely asked Naoki Mitsui to go aside and talk.

"Mr. Mitsui...Sorry, there are too many Mitsui here." The doctor said with a wry smile, "Mitsui is a wealthy family in Kyoto, and his surname is well-known in all of Japan. I believe that there should be many doctors with sufficient authority before me. Pass here. You may know the situation of that person better than me..."

The doctor's ambiguous remarks were not surprising to Mitsui Naoki. His father, Mitsui's current patriarch Mitsui, was far worse in health than the rumors circulating in Mitsui described.

Now the family can barely be regarded as calm, what will happen in the future is uncertain.

Today Naoki Mitsui asked his own personal doctor to come, just to confirm the real situation of Mitsui.After the doctor said a few more words, he took his leave and left. Mitsui Naoki silently knelt beside the sleeping man.

In the life Naoki Mitsui had experienced before, if he thought about it carefully, he had never looked at his father's face properly.

Compared with his father, Mitsui is more like the embodiment of the concept of "head of the family".Mitsui Naoki usually can only hang his head in the spacious private room, obeying the instructions of his father who is sitting upright.

When he was young, he would quietly raise his head, expecting praise from his father.After growing up a bit, he realized that all the people with Mitsui's blood were just small parts to keep the family running.He was Mitsui's puppet, and so was his father.

After an unknown amount of time, the person lying there moved.

"Master Patriarch." Mitsui Naoki supported the person who wanted to get up, "You are weak now, and the doctor said to rest."

"You don't need to tell me the words to comfort others." Mitsui borrowed Mitsui Naoki's strength to sit upright bit by bit.

He was really very sick, his face was pale to blue, and there were cracked lines on his lips.He had just woken up from sleep, but there was a faint blackness entrenched under his eyes.

Mitsui said: "I know my physical condition. When I was in a coma, I could hear the ecstasy envoys coming every second. There are quite a lot of scenes of ghosts and gods in my family. Now I can experience them myself. Not too bad."

Mitsui Naoki let go of his hand and retreated to the position he was in just now.

"You're worrying too much."

"Are you worrying too much?" Mitsui glanced at the back of his hand, which was full of muscles and bones, and sighed, "I think it is the end of death."

"...You are the owner of Mitsui, even if it is for Mitsui, you will wait."

Mitsui smiled, "Let's stop talking about it."

Mitsui Naoki had a premonition.

"Let me guess, you recruited Xiaoxue in my name?" Mitsui said without waiting for Mitsui Naoki to answer, "I became the head of Mitsui back then, and Junpei became the link to maintain the official. Objectively speaking, we They have all found their own positions. Only Xiaoxue, after losing in the battle of power, was shaped into another person, and embarked on the path she was least willing to take. There is nothing wrong with you looking for Xiaoxue to come back, but you must be vigilant. Trust her."

"After I die, there may be several major turmoil in the family. Some of them are left on purpose by me, just get rid of them in time. Others are stubborn rocks that you need to subdue. They are my gifts for you. "

Mitsui was weak, but at the same time, he was sitting upright.

He explained the funeral one by one without any panic.

Naoki Mitsui felt a strange sense of oppression from Secretary Mitsui, even though he clearly knew in his heart that the remaining time of this person should be counted by minutes and seconds.

"Naoki." Mitsui looked out the window, "Do you remember what I just said?"

"I remember, Patriarch." Mitsui Naoki responded.

"Then you can listen to the next words as dream talk."

"Patriarch...?"

Mitsui smiled. He didn't know how long he had accumulated strength, but he stood up slowly with his own strength and walked to the window.

"The child that Junpei brought back, I remember you liked him very much when you were young. Later, after Junpei died in an accident, that child also took over his role in the family." Mitsui's tone was slow and soft, "Tsushima has a natural With his intelligence, coupled with the proper teachings, the benefits he brought to Mitsui are immeasurable. If it is converted into present value, it will probably be quite a huge fortune."

Mitsui Naoki interjected: "Tsushima is indeed very good."

"But he's not controllable." Secretary Mitsui didn't look at Naoki Mitsui, but he knew that the expression on Naoki Mitsui's face must be ugly.

"I will bring him back!" Mitsui Naoki said, "No matter what he did outside, he will definitely come back in the end."

"That child has an abyss that can't be filled, Naoki. After leaving Junpei, Mitsui is just a dispensable symbol in his eyes." Mitsui said with a certain emotion, as if missing an old friend, "I will leave You can't keep Junpei, just like you can't keep Tsushima."

"I'm different from you, father." Naoki Mitsui said in a deep voice, "Just as the little uncle is pure Mitsui in the end, Tsushima will come back."

[Because that is the agreement between the three of us. ]

Mitsui didn't say anything else, he put his hand on the window sill and tapped the beat lightly.

[Worrying and thinking every bitter rain, the world sighs in vain——]

[I don't know whether the choice back then was right or wrong. ]

[Everything is only in the blink of an eye, in the final analysis, it is only a few dozen years in the world, and the rest...]

In front of his eyes is no longer the scene outside the window, but black spots emerging like a tide.The noisy noise clamored, and after a few seconds, it fell silent again.

In the end, only the sound of rain stayed in my ears clearly.

"Junpei..." he murmured, "When will I..."

Mitsui Naoki ran over quickly when Mitsui fell down: "Father!"

The door opened, revealing the maid's surprised face, "Master Naoki?"

When Mitsui Naoki yelled, his throat was tight: "——Go and call the doctor!"

The author has something to say: the waka in the text comes from Ono Komachi.

……

Patriarch: My son is a fool, let's miss my younger brother before he dies.

Mitsui Naoki: My brother is the best, he will definitely come back! ! !

Tsushima: Ha.

……

You see, it's also today before twelve o'clock.

I didn't goo!No!

(makes a gurgling sound)

Finally, the props in the small theater (did not show up) in the last chapter were indeed rings, but they were not given away in the end.

Eri Ihara: Give it to me!

last of the last!Thanks Moxibustion for mine!

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