How I was forced to be a boss

When I saw the scenery of Yokohama again and saw the five buildings in Hong Kong from a distance, I was suddenly very excited.At this moment, I seem to be able to understand the so-called homesickness that poets say in an instant.

In fact, I am not a native of Yokohama, after all, I grew up in Tokyo all my life, but to be honest, the past years seem to be shrouded in fog from my current perspective.

I am not without feelings.

At that time, I always lived in my own world, didn't want to do anything, and my relationship with my parents was not very close. I didn't have close friends or deep bonds.Because I just can't stand the world, there's so much I don't agree with.

"Is Yokohama so beautiful?"

Seeing me leaning on the window, looking at the scenery of the city with bright eyes, Osamu Dazai came over curiously and asked.

I nodded earnestly.

"Looks great!"

Osamu Dazai blinked and said nothing.

I think he may not understand me, this person's world is like a dark box, no matter how much he wants to leave, he will not act.Just stay there, more and more desperate every day.

but……

"There will be a day, Aji, the day when you can understand how I feel right now."

You must be able to understand that the beauty of Yokohama is not because of all its external things, but because of the people here.

Those are the people who can be your home.

After receiving the news that I had returned to Yokohama, many people called me to say hello.Even Mr. Fukuzawa, who had only met once, called to confirm my situation. I don’t know where he got the news. I feel that everyone in Yokohama is very well-informed. I can vaguely hear Edogawa in the background of the phone. Big guy's voice.

Mr. Fukuzawa feels that he is really a good person, although he doesn't seem to be able to tell from the outside.Thinking of this, I slowly put the plan of the visit on the agenda.

how to say?Although I already understand that the writers of the two worlds cannot always be confused. Although there are similarities between each other, they are already two people with very different life experiences. However, I still want to talk to them, just in case Are you willing to join the creative family?

Nakaya seems to be very valued by Mr. Mori, and relatively super busy. Dazai Osamu should be very busy, but he is much more cunning than Nakaya. He is still a young man full of vigor, but he knows the essence of social animal work.

If you can procrastinate, you can procrastinate, if you can push, you can push, and don't do anything more.

In this way, he has not been fired by Mr. Mori, probably because fortunately this guy can complete his tasks in time and beautifully.

"Everyone is very happy to hear that you have returned safely, so I hope to hold a celebration party for you."

After the editor confirmed the issue of the manuscript with me, he mentioned this matter to me, and I agreed with it without exception. After all, although you are not familiar with each other, you still need to have a good relationship with your colleagues occasionally, and I am not Then people who can't read the air.

Moreover, the publishing house is actually not a very black-hearted industry anymore. Editors and staff still have a real love for literature to do this job.

I really like the kind of person who can feel the yearning for life when he talks, and it always makes me feel better.

"Then it's settled! I'll send you a few invitation letters, and then you can invite your friends to come with us, and we will make good preparations!"

Speaking of friends, in addition to the few people who must be invited here in Yokohama, I also think of Toru Amuro. I don’t know if this person can be regarded as my friend, and I don’t know how he is now.

After all, it seems to be the undercover boss of the police.

Thinking of this, I felt a little guilty. In order to test him, he dispatched so many people that he was almost discovered by that organization. Fortunately, I made up for it and nothing happened. I was particularly afraid of disrupting the police's rhythm.

If something happens at that time, I can't stand by and watch the problems I created myself. I still have to do it myself, and it will be miserable.

The days back in Yokohama were so leisurely that I felt like a lifetime away.

"Ah, another day of peace! What a peaceful city, it's really great!" I sighed from the bottom of my heart.

I found time to go to the curry shop again. For me, the curry in this shop is probably the kind of curry that must be eaten after returning from a long trip. It is a kind of hidden celebration, but I did not meet Mr. Oda , I wanted to ask how his writing was going.

"Ah! Oda Sakuta...it seems to be finished, Reo, come to this place at night, there is a very interesting person who can be introduced to you!"

"Odasaku?"

"That's right! It's Odasaku!"

……

What a kid, this guy.

After I asked Dazai Osamu about Mr. Oda's news, he answered me like this. After that, I followed the navigation to a bar called 'lupin'.

Wrong place?

I stood at the door a little hesitant to go in, wouldn't it be embarrassing if I was kicked out by the boss?

"Lingyang! You are finally here!"

While hesitating, Osamu Dazai walked out from inside.

"I thought you were almost here."

Well, make sure you're in the right place.

Osamu Dazai pulled me in directly.

Being able to make friends with Osamu Dazai and Sakunosuke Oda was unexpected for Ango Sakaguchi, but definitely not something he would regret.

'lupin' is like a secret base for the three of them, a place where they can put aside everything outside and enjoy a peaceful time with their friends.

Dazai Osamu looked a little excited today, and even Oda seemed a little nervous.

"Ah, because that person is coming over."

Seeing that the doubts on his face were too obvious, Oda answered.

that person?

Suddenly Osamu Dazai stood up and quickly walked towards the door, "Here, I'll pick her up."

The one who came in with Osamu Dazai was a young girl.

When the girl appeared in sight, Ango Sakaguchi's eyes suddenly tightened, and he felt his heartbeat seemed to stop for a moment, and the hand holding the wine glass gradually felt a sticky wet feeling.

The girl's black hair was disheveled, her face was still a little childish with baby fat, she was clutching her small bag tightly in her hand, she didn't look like someone who would appear in such a place at all.

Although hesitant, the girl still followed Dazai step by step, looking cute and obedient.

It seemed that he knew Oda Sakunosuke, seeing the Oda girl sitting on the side, her eyes lit up, she ran forward a few steps, and her voice suddenly became high-pitched, "Mr. Oda! Long time no see! How are you doing recently! Is the work going well?"

"Uh, teacher..."

A series of questions made Oda Sakunosuke even more nervous, even a little at a loss.

Dazai Osamu covered his mouth and laughed, "Lingyang, you will scare Odasaku by doing this."

Ango Sakaguchi stood up abruptly, looked at the girl in front of him with horror, "She...she..."

The girl looked over suspiciously.

"Ah, I almost forgot, this is the very interesting person I mentioned earlier."

"His name is Ango Sakaguchi, and he is a member of the Hong Kong gangster intelligence department."

"As for this one, that's right, Ango, the one you know, Mr. Takenishi."

The girl looked at Ango Sakaguchi, blinked, and then showed a bright smile, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Sakaguchi!"

When Osamu Dazai introduced Ango Sakaguchi, I was taken aback, and then I was delighted.

Sakaguchi Ango, I know!

Dazai Osamu's interpersonal relationship in my previous world has been stripped to nothing.

This is Mr. Ango Sakaguchi!Although I haven't read his book, I know that he is the writer who will stop Nakahara from beating Osamu Dazai!

Then Osamu Dazai told me what is interesting about Mr. Sakaguchi.

I am happier after listening to it.I like to write, and my work also deals with words, isn't this amazing!

I cautiously looked at Mr. Sakaguchi, "What's your opinion on literature?"

Mr. Sakaguchi didn't know why, but suddenly straightened his expression, seemed to consider his words carefully, and then replied seriously: "Excellent literature is a spiritual light that can guide people forward."

Then he carefully observed the girl's face, and saw that she had calmed down as if she was thinking about something, so he continued: "Excellent writers can cleanse the darkness of society, but...if you can't stick to the right path, even if you are just a writer, I'm afraid it can also cause turmoil and chaos..."

No... as expected of a writer!What you say is at a very high level, um, and your ideological awareness is also high.

I nodded in agreement, expressing my approval of Mr. Sakaguchi's words.

"Mr. Sakaguchi, would you like to try to create something in your spare time? I think you are very talented!"

Sakaguchi-san looked at me incredulously.

Osamu Dazai smiled and fell down on the table: "Ango is a social animal who has no rest time!"

I sat between Dazai and Oda, took the non-alcoholic drink that the bartender handed over to me, and retorted with an unconvinced face: "That's not what you said! Mr. Oda is also a poor man He is a social animal, but he is great, and he has already finished a book! Why does Mr. Oda have time to write novels!"

"...Mr. Zhuxi, thank you for your appreciation, but I don't know why I don't feel very happy."

I pretended to be nonchalant and changed the subject: "Well... Speaking of which, the second half of the last book was finished?"

I suddenly remembered the purpose of my visit this time, and I almost forgot about it because I met Mr. Ango Sakaguchi.

Oda-san handed the novel to me cautiously, "Please advise."

I couldn't bear it, so I opened it and started reading on the spot.

In the dim tavern, the bartender stood there slowly wiping the glasses. The dim light reflected the fine light on the glasses of several people. The four of them sat side by side. The three of them were chatting leisurely, the girl was serious Reading at the desk, only the whispers of a few people in the small space, the occasional sound of pages turning, and the crisp sound of ice cubes hitting the wine glass, an unspeakable atmosphere silently flows among the few people.

It is a picture that will never fade in memory.