How I was forced to be a boss

"Mr. Ranbu?" Poe tilted his head.

"Mr. Ranpo, you are back!"

Feeling that I have accomplished a great event, I looked at the biggest contributor to this event with excitement.

I hurried over and pulled him over.

"Have you worked hard this time? What do you want to drink? Are you still the same? Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?" At this moment, I was so excited that I wanted to confess Mr. Ranpo.

"...so cunning, little Lingyang."

He looked at him in confusion, not knowing why Mr. Ranpo said that.

After following his strength and sitting down, the clerk brought the coffee in a timely manner.

Seeing his puffy face, as if he was a little unhappy, I suddenly remembered the things I had prepared before, so I quickly searched in the satchel, and finally found a packaged carton delivery box from it. give him.

"what?"

"Thanks to Mr. Ranpo!" I proudly puffed out my chest.

I vaguely saw Mr. Ranpo curl the corner of his lips, and then reached out to take the box in my hand.

As the things in the box were revealed little by little, Edogawa Ranpo was stunned.

Edgar Allan Poe over there also poked his head curiously, "Ah, this is..."

Inside are all kinds of packaged desserts, which are very rich.

Lemon tart, snowflake crisp, nut chocolate...

Edogawa Ranpo's fingers slid across these exquisitely shaped snacks one by one, and fell silent for a moment.

After a while, he finally asked, "Lingyang, you are obviously not good at cooking."

"Well……"

I'm certainly not good at this kind of thing.

I have tried it on a whim before, but the things that take a lot of time to complete are not as fast as I spend 2 minutes to operate the mobile phone. No matter how bad it is, going out to the store to eat is better than doing it myself.

But the matter of how to thank Mr. Ranpo for helping me really made me bald.

The emotion between people is a very delicate thing. No matter how good the relationship is, it always needs to be managed and maintained carefully.

So when others express their importance to me, I want to give an equal response no matter what.

Although Mr. Ranpo sometimes looks a bit childish!Ziqi, but people are really reliable, and very pampering me.

He agreed to all the requests I made to him. It was obviously not related to him, so it was acceptable for me to just refuse, and he would patiently comfort me when I was confused.

He is indeed a reliable adult.I sighed in my heart.

In the box are small desserts that I am learning to make by relying on various tutorials I searched online.

I hope that Mr. Ranpo can also feel that the emotion I gave was indeed received by the other party, cherished well, and then responded seriously.

"I know Mr. Ranpo likes sweets, so is Mr. Ranpo happy?" Without discussing my horrible cooking skills, I looked at him expectantly and asked.

Seeing him let out a breath, then cover the box and put it on the table, I tilted my head in confusion.

The next moment, I fell into an embrace with a faint fragrance.

"Very happy."

Mr. Ranpo's voice was right next to my ears, so close that I could feel his hot breath.

……

…………Eh?

"So, is Mr. Ranpo such an enthusiastic person?"

Leaning casually on a pillar at the gate of Yokohama's bustling station, Osamu Dazai and I whispered about what we had just discovered.

Hearing my words, Osamu Dazai laughed softly, "Lingyang, you are so slow."

joke!How can I be worthy of these two words!

Just when I was about to refute, Dazai Osamu came over with sincere words that seemed to be exhorting, "Lingyang, you should stop saying that you can write 'Sweet Love' in the future."

About Osamu Dazai, how should I put it, "I was hit."

"Sorry?" Osamu Dazai's voice sounded innocent.

Although "Little Star", which I had high hopes for, failed, it won't always fail... right?Thinking about it even made me feel guilty.

So why did you bring this up all of a sudden?

As if he knew what I was thinking, Dazai Osamu came over with an unstoppable smile, speaking in an unhurried tone, "So, even if Lingyang doesn't understand, I won't tell your."

"mean!."

With a chuckle, he directly acquiesced to my statement, and Osamu Dazai suddenly called me in a calm voice.

"Lingyang?"

His voice is very soft, as if if you don't catch it carefully, it will pass away from your ears.

He didn't speak right away, the other side of the phone suddenly became quiet, and after a while, when Osamu Dazai spoke again, his voice was filled with a hint of grievance.

"I'm really busy recently. Mr. Mori knows how to squeeze me, and his subordinates are stupid enough to make mistakes again..."

He complained to me, but in the chaotic background sound, I vaguely heard other people's voices, "Ah! Mr. Dazai, there is a river over there!"

River.

Osamu Dazai is smart.

If he didn't want me to know something, it would never have been leaked in such an obtrusive way.

He is testing me.However, despite the temptation, it still made me lose my temper at all.

……

"Aji." I sighed and called his name.

Since the incident under the peach blossoms last time, Osamu Dazai never mentioned the idea of ​​suicide in front of me again.

But he didn't just give up on the idea.I know.

In the previous world, the reason for the tragedy of the literary giant Osamu Dazai was actually very subjective.

Thoughts and emotions emanating from the self create irreconcilable conflicts about the self that make the person's end seem like a necessity.

It sounds complicated, but superficially speaking, it is actually a matter of viewing the world.

But I'm pretty clueless about this stuff.

Because this is the cornerstone of a person's personality, it is difficult to be changed.

Even if it is possible, I am not willing to use such a crude method to do something that can be called destroying a person's personality.

But Osamu Dazai, who is testing me at this moment, does not write books anymore, but in some essential things, he is very similar to the writer I used to know, with a unique signal belonging to Osamu Dazai.

He didn't say it, but the meaning he expressed was very obvious.

Based on our understanding of each other, I know that I can see his temptation!In some cases, this becomes a blatant inquiry.

Will you save me?Will you keep holding me? —he was asking me for an answer.

That person is afraid.

I am afraid that the happiness I get now is false, and I am also afraid that everything I have will suddenly be lost without knowing when.

The harder you try to hold on to something, the more likely it is that you won't be able to hold on to anything.

Just thinking about it makes me panic.

I don't know how to get rid of his uneasiness. In fact, even I sometimes have this unreasonable fear.

This emotion is very difficult to overcome.

But even so, as I got to know more and more people, I began to understand that although it is very painful and difficult to win this confrontation with self, it cannot be given up no matter what.

So I thought about it for a while, and mentioned another matter, "Speaking of which, Azhi, do you still remember the place where we watched peach blossoms together?"

"Remember, after all, this is the place where Ling Yang lied to me for the first time."

"That kind of thing, don't remember it for so long!" I yelled in a low voice with little confidence.

"It will be summer soon, and the peach forest in summer is deep and quiet. Although there are no peach blossoms in full bloom, at night, if there is a breeze blowing, there will be clusters of fireflies flying in the bushes over there."

"It's as if all the stars in the sky are falling on you."

Osamu Dazai stood by the river bank, listening to the soft voice of the girl on the other side of the phone, as if he could show the picture in front of him, and the smile in her voice deepened as she spoke.

"Let's go to the hot springs and enjoy the night view, Aji!"

He didn't respond to that person immediately, and stared intently at the river flowing in front of him. The clear water seemed to be turning into a whirlpool, as if it could attract his soul to it.

"Well——then it's settled! Mr. Mori has left it to Lingyang for a long time!"

It didn't seem like there was a long silence, Dazai Osamu responded to the person on the phone with a smile, and got the girl "Why did you leave it to me"!complaints.

"Because of this, Mr. Mori won't deduct my salary." Osamu Dazai said relaxedly.

"……Fine."

Just when he was about to say something more, the girl's voice interrupted him, "Ah, they are here."

The girl responded, and then seemed to remember something, "By the way, Azhi."

"Ok?"

"...Whether it's me or you, try harder."

"I'll be by your side, and you'll be by my side."

"The stars will fall around you..."

"This way!"

I waved to a few people in the distance.

"Long time no see, Mr. Zhuxi, how are you doing?"

Bi Shuiliu was sitting in a wheelchair, pushed by Feng Shengwu, with a green-haired parrot squatting on his shoulder.

Gojo Sukuna and Yushao Shenzi followed on both sides, and they also greeted me enthusiastically.

"I'm fine, where's Mr. Bishui?"

"The development of 'j' is going well."

Speaking of this, I rolled my eyes with a smile, "I've heard that the value of 'j' can almost catch up with the Suzuki Foundation and Fengji Foundation after the financial report for this quarter comes out."

"Yes, the next step is to expand the industrial chain and the development of the market ecology."

"It's already the way of thinking of a qualified big boss."

I sat in the Ganghei car with a few of them, I joked with a smile.

"Xiao Liu has been working almost day and night for 'j'."

Hearing Gojo Sukuna say that, I felt a little bit guilty.

"Is this how you oppress the vulnerable?" The decadent uncle made an expression that he couldn't bear to look directly at.

Bishui nodded with a serious face.

Yu Shao Shen Zi rolled her hair with her hands, and looked at us with a smile.

"……Are you serious?"

Compared to Mr. Shui, a king who went crazy and went directly to the imperial pillar tower, I am more like a vulnerable group than him!