Yokohama's Son of God, meow!

[What is your wish? 】

When he came back to his senses, Yuan Yi found himself standing in front of a small room with three stacks.

Outside the porch, squatted two small children of similar size.

Yuan Yi tried to take a few steps forward in confusion, and walked around to the two children, and suddenly found that one of the children had the same face as himself, and the other was his elder brother.

The elder brother, who had his hair tied up high to look like a little adult, held a broken branch in one hand, and seriously drew something on the ground.

Those are two little stick figures, which can be regarded as two crooked lines of hands tightly connected together, just like two villains who are holding hands and are intimately in love with each other.

The child who drew the picture twitched his lips, and held his younger brother's fleshy little hand with one hand just like in the picture.

But the listener seemed to have no reaction at all, neither responding nor smiling, staring blankly or even indifferently at the childish graffiti on the ground, like a statue.

As soon as the picture turned, Yuanyi turned his head and saw his elder brother covering half of his red cheeks. In front of him was a tall man standing... a man, maybe their father, was raising his palm high and waving his hand. subsequent actions.

Looking at the "normal" child who looks exactly like me, but without cat ears and tail, Yuanyi in the scene in front of him is still standing aside with no expression, beside his bare feet, there are games scattered all over the place card.

The scene changed again. With a helpless smile, the child with the high ponytail helped his unresponsive younger brother to untie the thin strings of the kite around his body. A broken hand with a thick layer of sword cocoons.

As an older brother, he didn't cry because of the pain, and he didn't even frown. He simply held his bleeding finger indifferently, and the other hand was still patiently figuring out the messy rope for the unresponsive younger brother. Wire.

But this time, it doesn't seem that there is no reaction... The child with loose hair lowered his head slightly, his long eyelashes drooped, and his red eyes watched the dripping ground blooming a bright red, from his brother's fingers. The blood left by the tip, I don't know what I was thinking.

……

moon night.

The young elder brother sent the flute he had cut while practicing fencing to the younger brother's small three-fold room. He showed his small white teeth and smiled innocently at the younger brother at that time.

——"In the future, if you encounter trouble, just blow this flute."

——"In this way, my brother will rush to Yuanyi's side after hearing it, and my brother will help you..."

Whether it's dismantling the kite string, wanting to eat snacks, playing double six or card games, I will accompany Yuanyi.

The child took and held the small rough flute, and the eyes seemed to light up, but they didn't seem to.He stared straight at this imperfect flute, his red eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, and seemed to be really dancing with bits and pieces of light.

[What is your wish? 】

【—Want to live peacefully with your beloved brother? 】

The voice from the beginning of the dream came again, Yuan Yi turned his head and found that there was no one behind him.

Turning around again, the child holding the flute and the elder brother who was peeking at him also disappeared.

According to the feeling, Yuanyi tried to take a few steps forward.

This time, there was a row of familiar children standing in front of him.

There are five children, all tilting their heads to look at him and laugh.

"Big brother!"

"Big brother."

"Brother Yuan!"

"Brother Yuanyi..."

"elder brother!"

The childish voices of the children came and went, intertwined with the laughter. When I looked closely, the foggy scene in front of me disappeared, and my vision became clear again.

The cute girl in the pink dress, the kid practicing swinging with a baseball on his shoulders, the kid playing games and quietly reading a book, and the kid watching the video of astronauts earnestly exercising their physical strength...

They are - Saku, Katsumi, Yu, Shinji and Kosuke.

Just as Yuan Yi was about to respond to their call and walk towards these people, suddenly there was a violent shake in front of his eyes. The children who were smiling and greeting him a second ago were taken away by a car, and staggered forward.

"!"

Instinctively feeling that something bad is going to happen, Yuan Yi ran forward desperately to catch up, but when he only took a step, he watched the car in front of him explode without warning, the body was torn apart, and the children... They were all engulfed in the ruins of despair.

[What is your wish? 】

【—Want to save these innocent children? 】

The nightmarish voice lingers, neither male nor female, I remember where I heard it before, but my impression is vague.

His head was groggy, and the ashes and mess in front of him all disappeared.

Feeling that there is something uncomfortable, Yuan Yi slowly squatted down, trying to put his hands on his ears and close his hearing.

There was still a persistent voice coming from behind.

"Yuanyi..."

Someone called him in a soft and hoarse voice.

The raised hands were gently removed, Yuan turned to one side, and the man with the familiar reddish-brown hair color stood in the white halo in the distance, his face could not be seen clearly, only a vague outline.

Just looking at the outline, I can clearly feel that it is very gentle and reassuring...

The man opened his mouth, as if he wanted to explain something to the children here or say some comforting words, but...

"Bang--" and "Bang--", the man and the shadow behind him - that was another strange man, fell down.

Something stuck in his throat was about to blurt out, but Yuan Yi couldn't say it after all.

Even if he wanted to catch up and close the distance, he couldn't do it. No matter how he ran, the figure of the man lying powerless on the ground was always far away and kept a distance that was neither far nor close.

[What is your wish? 】

【——Want to save this man who couldn't escape the scythe of death? 】

The curse-like words sounded again, hauntingly reverberating in his mind, and the scene in front of him changed again.

This time, Yuanyi found himself sitting at the desk where Oda Saku once sat, holding the old pen that the other party had used in his hand, and wrote the last stroke of the last text on the page.

On hand is a stack of waste and yellowed manuscript paper with clear cat paw prints on it.

Yuan Yi remembered this imprint.

It was a long, long time ago, when Oda Tsukuru was writing at his desk in a sneaky afternoon, he jumped onto the desk out of curiosity, and stepped on the pieces of paper with discarded words on them with his ink-stained paws Page.

After that, not only did Odasaku not blame him, but he found it interesting, so he carefully kept it and put it in the drawer intact.

My fingers gently rubbed the somewhat rough paper, and memories emerged.

It's just that, suddenly, I feel a sense of disobedience.

Soon, as expected, Yuanyi withdrew his fingers caressing the paper, turned around and turned to the side of the room, and looked at himself in the mirror wearing glasses and well-dressed in amazement.

It was himself, not like himself.

What was projected in the mirror was an older boy. The childishness on his face had not completely faded away, but his eyes were filled with inseparable gloom and death-like silence. At this moment, there was a little bit of his own At a loss.

Realizing that this place is not reality, Yuan moved his calf and wanted to stand up from the back of the chair, but because of the panic of infection and improper operation, he accidentally knocked down the ink bottle beside the table, along with the piled up books and Together with the manuscript paper, it fell to the ground and made a great noise.

"What happened?"

Soon, there was a knock on the door, and a concerned question came from the door, Yuan turned his head subconsciously, and couldn't help but be taken aback after seeing the person coming and his attire.

It's Osamu Dazai.

It's very strange, wearing clothes that don't suit him, with a nondescript red scarf on his shoulders, obviously according to his own clothes in the mirror, this season is summer...but that's not the point.

"Did you fall asleep again?" The young man smiled and approached familiarly.

It's not clear, and it's not the usual smile that makes people feel that they hide evil intentions at a glance. It's a more bitter smile that makes people want to cry... a crying smile.

Through the black leather gloves, the young leader raised his hand to stroke the boy's loose half-length hair, his eyes narrowed, as if he could feel the soft touch directly against the skin.

"You don't look very good, did you have a nightmare?"

Because the voice was too soft and intimate, it actually made people feel a little drowsy.

Yuan Yi was in a daze for a second, and then unconsciously asked the words in his mind:

"Why are you wearing Mori Ogai's clothes?" He slightly lowered his eyelashes, "You still use someone else's scarf..."

Dazai: "..."

This time it was Dazai's turn to be stunned.

It's just that what made him stunned was not what the boy said, but...

Osamu Dazai embraced the expressionless young man with a blank face in front of him, hugging him tightly like an elder brother to his younger brother who has overcome autism for many years, and whispered in relief Muttering, stroking the boy's back: "You finally..."

Still confused and unclear, Yuanyi didn't hear what Osamu Dazai was talking about, only after a short delay, let the other party's posture of being surrounded by him like a child coquettishly raise his head, stretched out his hand Cover your partner's soft, slightly shaggy hair.

Verified... rubbed it around a few times.

[fine……]

Not bald.

After the person hugging him calmed down, Yuan Yi spoke again, this time with a somewhat eager tone: "When did that thing happen?"

"You..." As if he had understood something, Dazai's kite-colored eyes narrowed, and after a moment, he showed that bitter smile that seemed to be crying again, and he slowly spit out a date, "XXXX, XX, XX"

As soon as the words fell, the boy in his hand staggered limply like a puppet that had lost its spring. When he raised his face again, his dark red eyes had returned to their inorganic state.

"Yuanyi" raised his face, saw a familiar person, just nodded his head slightly, and then mechanically, like a puppet loosely wound up, returned to the soft chair in front of the desk.

Seeing the boy's unwavering eyes almost piercing the floor, just repeating the behavior of picking up the manuscript paper and books and putting them back into writing according to the set procedure, Osamu Dazai moved his finger.

Sighing softly, he looked at himself just now like a leather glove that caught a trace of warmth, and then turned his face to look out of the green window, his eyes gradually stained with despair.

"please……"

Please……

Save this kid.

The author has something to say: come ahead of time

Someone mentioned if jay, so I tried to write

This is the if line based on the original main line

After Oda Tsukuru died like the original one, Enichi blackened and wiped out Mori Ogai, and Dazai became the leader

Then Black Edge inherited his father's business (?) and started writing

Indifferent to everything, devoted himself to writing (incarnation of Mode's emotional coding machine)

Of course, at this time, all the words written by Yuan are knives, but even so, it also helped Oda to fulfill his dream and become a well-known (abuse) writer in the neon literary world.

Anyway, this black edge if line is the main line's fate. To overthrow and change the future, the main line Yuanyi came here through [□□.Seamless] and asked Dazai Odasaku and the date of the child's accident, and then went back

If anyone is interested in this line, I should write a special episode

If no one is interested, don't write it and it won't affect the main plot

Anyway, the purpose is to let Yuanyi know the date of the incident so that he can collect the bento

.感谢在2020-07-1021:22:13~2020-07-1117:58:58期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 1 bottle of very sad, fox-singing fox;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!