I'm acting in Yokohama

On the top floor of the hotel, the magnificent hall is brightly lit, men in suits and leather shoes, and women with jewels are shaking their bodies intoxicated with elegant music under the crystal lights.

Everyone was smiling sincerely, how many calculations went through the collision of wine glasses, and how many disgusting thoughts were hidden under the decent mask.

This is a banquet.

There is one hour left, when the clock strikes twelve o'clock at midnight, it will be the birthday of the current leader of Hong Kong gangsters, Osamu Dazai.

But the protagonist of this banquet avoids everyone's sight and hides in an unknown corner. The laughter in the hall has nothing to do with him. He just quietly watches the night outside the window.

The red wine shaking in the glass was mellow and sweet, but it smelled of blood with rust.

The glass window reflected his own appearance, with fluffy and lazy black hair, a bandaged right eye, and... a red spot in the middle of his brow.

Osamu Dazai stared at the extra bright color between his eyebrows, and casually raised the corners of his mouth.

He shook his red wine glass, and childishly drew a gun with his other hand, aiming at himself in the glass.

"boom--!"

The melodious music in the hall continued, and the people on the dance floor were not affected in any way, with subtle or hearty smiles on their faces, enjoying tonight's banquet to the fullest.

The bright colors reflected in the glass disappeared.

On the top floor of another building one street away from the hotel, the sniper fell silently, his forehead was pierced by a bullet, and the powerful impact cut off the back of his skull.

A group of people in black clothes quickly cleaned up the scene, and the commotion was suppressed silently.

"It's boring."

The newly appointed leader casually put down the cup in his hand.

"Boss, you—" the well-dressed but sweaty subordinate hesitated to speak.

"This group of people is really full of energy at this late hour." Dazai said willfully, "I'm going to rest first."

"But it will be your speech later! Boss—!" The subordinates were exhausted physically and mentally by the leader who did not follow the routine.

It's okay to stand by the window and be a living target for others, but now you have to leave so many upper-class people who came here just for him to go to sleep alone? !

"That..." The man in the black windbreaker waved his hands without looking back, "You guys solve it."

"Boss ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Dazai found a random room, threw himself into the big soft bed, took off the headset that was worn in his ear under the black hair, and threw it to an unknown corner.

Without the voice of his subordinates who collapsed to the point of broken thoughts, Osamu Dazai let out a long breath from his chest, took off his windbreaker and suit, and piled them on the ground casually. The collar of the shirt was unbuttoned by two buttons, revealing a large piece of clean Soft skin and delicate clavicle.

The temperature of the air conditioner turned a little low, and Dazai rolled around twice, wrapping the quilt around his body like a caterpillar, and raised his feet high to press the long-grown quilt under his body.

Satisfied to enter the dark and sweet dreamland.

When a person is in a dream, no matter how bizarre the scene is, the brain will ignore all abnormalities and regard the dream as real.

But also someone who clearly recognizes falsehood in dreams, as at this moment...?

Dazai was in a large green field, with a clear sky and bright sunshine above his head, he squatted down, pulled out a grass and dangled it in front of his eyes.

"I always feel a little familiar, where have you seen it?"

There is nothing special from the roots to the leaves, just like the weeds that can be seen everywhere on the roadside, it is really hard to understand why people pay attention to it.

"Yo, Dazai."

The voice with a smile was gentler than the warm sun above his head, Dazai's hand holding the leaf didn't move, and the corners of his upturned mouth froze.

The oppressive aura that had filled his body since he became the leader dissipated with the breeze blowing by at this moment.

"Ha..." A bitter self-deprecating laugh overflowed from his mouth, and he covered his face with one hand as if to cover up.

Knowing that it is false, you still want to look at it, knowing that you will lose it, but you still want to have it...does such a thing really exist in this world?

Dazai slowly stood up from the ground, put down his palms, and turned around peacefully.

"Hey, manager... Long time no see."

His voice was like a crystal full of cracks that could be broken at any time, so light that maybe only he could hear it.

In the past, he was too cowardly and stopped before the ending that could be seen through at a glance, but now he knows...

It exists...things that you look at even though they are false, things you want to have even though you know you will lose them...they really exist.

A moth foresaw the scene of being buried in the fire, so he blindfolded his eyes, thinking naively that he would be in the dark forever, so he would not be able to see the scorching flames.

But even if you can't see it, the warm and burning feeling will be sent to the brain from every nerve.

"It's too much...the store manager."

After letting him touch such warmth again, he extinguished the flame with a smile, and threw him back into the cold darkness.

Honey-colored eyes stared at him gently, but the owner of these eyes gradually shattered and disappeared like a firefly.

This is of course... After all, this is just a dream, and the person opposite has already left...

Thinking like this, Dazai stood there silently, but at the last second he clenched his teeth and clenched his fists and rushed forward, his slender fingers persistently reaching out to the young man's smile.

——Then passed through the youth's transparent body, and fell heavily into the grass in front of him under the effect of inertia.

He was alone again... ah.

A crystal drop of water fell silently into the ground and disappeared.

Dazai buried his face in the grass and remained motionless in the posture of falling, making one wonder if he was suffocated inside.

"call--"

The wind rolled the leaves and started to flow again. He propped up his body, bent one leg, put his hands on his knees casually, sat in the wilderness, and let out a long breath.

Then I was shocked to find that I didn't know when I fell into a pure white world, or in just one second, the original green field bloomed with large white flowers.

The breeze blew past, as if representing the mourning of the sad white ribbon, fluttering like layers of waves.

After seeing it clearly, Dazai restrained his astonished expression, and lowered his eyes.

"It turns out... no wonder it looks familiar."

-

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As the morning approached, Dazai suddenly opened his eyes and sat up on the bed, his forehead was covered with sweat.

The heart seemed to be still in an extremely depressing dream, and the sound of intense beating hit his eardrums in the quiet room.

He subconsciously grasped the neckline tightly, and after gasping for breath, he wiped his face with one hand helplessly, and let out a long sigh of relief: "It turns out...it was a dream."

The person next to him seemed to be woken up by his sudden movement, and squirmed into his position, muttering, "What are you doing?"

Dazai lay down again, and he was hugged into his arms, more silent than ever, the arms around the person even trembled slightly.

Liangyan woke up a little bit. Although he couldn't feel his trembling through the quilt, he could vaguely feel his uneasy emotions, so he tried his best to reach out and stroke his back gently: "Did you have a nightmare?"

Dazai fondled his lover's ear with the tip of his nose, and his warm breath floated along with his deep voice: "Ah."

"Are you still a child in kindergarten?" Liang Yan's eyelids seemed to be glued together, and he couldn't open them no matter how hard he tried, so he had to give up and gently pushed his head against him.

Dazai's erratic heart was suddenly stabilized by his bump.

It's just a dream.

He returned to his previous bad look, rubbing Liang Yan's hairy head: "Isn't it because some people screamed no last night, but their bodies—"

"Snapped--!"

One hand covered his nonsense mouth, and directly pushed him into the bed vigorously. The fully awake Yoshihiko half sat up, looking down at him with a layer of blackness on his face: "You, say, what are you talking about?" , what?"

Dazai: "...it's nothing."

Liangyan snorted softly, retracted his hand and lifted the quilt, and was about to get out of bed.

Dazai grabbed his wrist, gently rubbed his smooth skin with his thumb, and pulled him back to the bed, wrapping him in his arms.

Whispered softly in his ear: "It's so early, why not—"

Yoshihiko bent his elbow expressionlessly and slammed back hard.

"Hmm—" A painful muffled sound escaped from the man's throat.

Liangyan withdrew his hand, this time he got off the bed without any hindrance, and kicked the man who was pulling on the bed: "Who do you think is to blame so early, some kindergarten kid who has nightmares?"

"Hey hey—it's my fault~" Dazai's lazy voice sounded, and he let go of his hands covering his chest pretending to be in pain.

After washing up, Liang Yan found that a certain man was still lying on the bed in a big shape: "Go and brush your teeth, there are a lot of things to prepare in a while, didn't you agree to watch the fireworks at the summer festival to celebrate your birthday?"

Birthday... Dazai somehow remembered the dream just now, he shook his head to wake himself up, and talked about celebrating...

A certain cunning man jumped up from the bed in an instant, leaned against his lover's back and said ambiguously: "Can Liangyan give me himself as a gift? Tonight we can beep beep——! And then we can beep beep, beep beep Beep——!"

Someone who talked more and more vigorously didn't notice Yoshihiko's darkening face, and he was still daydreaming early in the morning.

"Bang-!"

A ruthless iron hand slapped him on the back of the head, knocked him into the bathroom, and closed the bathroom door casually.

Dazai: "..."

Originally, you don’t need to prepare anything when you go to the summer festival, but someone who celebrates his birthday tonight insists on preparing a lunch box for himself and watching the fireworks on the silent mountain.

The two people who are not good at cooking have been tossing for a whole day, and some people are not focused on making bento at all, and they are always trying to do other small tricks, which endlessly slows down the progress.

In the end, the two of them just wore the prepared bathrobes and went out empty-handed.

The bustling streets are full of carnival people, and the decorations full of Edo period style make the summer festival look unique. People coming and going are wearing yukata, and the clogs make a crisp clicking sound when they hit the ground.

Yoshihiko bought a plump, sweet rock candy apple, and stood aside watching Dazai relentlessly catching goldfish.

"Fireworks are about to start." With a piece of apple in his mouth, he licked all the sugar coating on the outside before chewing. After swallowing, he glanced at the time, reminding someone who was crazy about fishing for goldfish.

"Damn it!" Dazai angrily put down the broken goldfish net again, "I heard that catching goldfish means good things will happen, what a pity~"

"Here." Liang Yan handed him the taiyaki he just bought, "This is the same."

Dazai froze for a moment, his brows softened.

Facts have proved that the mountain of the summer festival is the most crowded place, and Dazai managed to squeeze Yoshihiko in his arms and find a quiet place.

As soon as he took a breath, a huge beam of light soared into the sky not far away, exploded into thousands of small sparkling stars in the dark night sky, and fell again.

"It's started." Liang Yan looked at the night sky, gorgeous fireworks bloomed in his clear pupils.

"Yeah." Dazai never took his eyes off him, and replied softly, "There are still 5 minutes until twelve o'clock, why don't you bless me?"

"Wait until the bell rings, occasionally you need a sense of ritual."

Yoshihiko's voice gradually became distant, as if floating down from the sky, the fireworks were clearly going off, but his vision gradually blurred.

-

Dazai woke up on the bed, calmly stretched out an arm to cover his eyes, leaving a line of clear hot tears in the darkness.

He brushed the corners of his eyes silently, picked up the clothes on the ground, put them on, picked up the headset, and said softly: "I want to eat taiyaki."

"Huh?!" The subordinate who finally got his response collapsed again, "Now?! Boss, it's almost twelve o'clock!"

All the stores have closed long ago, where can I find taiyaki for him? !

"I want to eat taiyaki." The wayward leader repeated lightly.

"……Understood."

So he only slept for less than an hour?Dazai slipped back into the lively hall, retreated into a familiar corner, and stared out the window.

No fireworks, just silence...

The Summer Festival was never held on his birthday.

Dazai ordered two glasses of red wine from the waiter, one was held in his hand, and the other was placed on the window sill.

"Occasionally, a sense of ritual is needed."

"When—" The twelve o'clock bell rang.

The glasses collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

"Happy birthday."

The author has something to say: Happy birthday Dazai——!

Happy birthday--!

hapiness--!

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