Dad, he is addicted to raising cubs

"...Teacher, would you like something to eat?"

Tsukishiro Yukiman didn't seem to have heard Dazai Osamu's words, so he took down the menu on the side of the counter and handed it over, "I often come to this restaurant, and the dishes recommended by the boss are all delicious."

"Oh, really."

The stool dragged on the ground and made a slightly harsh sound, but because it was too short, it was covered by the noise of the background without attracting any attention; Xueman looked at Osamu Dazai who suddenly drew closer to him, as if he only needed to gently Even if you tilt your head, you can feel the temperature brought by the other person's breath.

——Too, too close!

In the usual time with Osamu Dazai, Xueman has deliberately controlled the distance between the two of them, keeping at least one meter.

If he wanted to appear in the same space, such as the living room, he would definitely not choose the position next to Osamu Dazai, but sat on the single sofa next to him.

For the rice balls and other food made for the other party, Yukiman also put them on the table and pushed them to Dazai's hand; or put them directly in the refrigerator, wrote a note and pasted them outside, and asked Dazai to pick them up by himself.

Xueman is used to such a sense of alienation.

So when the alienation suddenly disappeared, he almost fell back from his chair.

"Why are you so careless?"

Osamu Dazai understated it, stretched out his hand and pulled Xueman back.The palm of this person seemed to have an unusual heat, spreading from the piece of skin where the two of them were in contact, even though Osamu Dazai quickly took his hand back, it was still so hot that Xueman's heart was beating wildly.

"Mr. Dazai, don't you think..." The two of us are a little too close! ?

Xueman looked confused, trying to remind Osamu Dazai in a tactful way.

In Xueman's eyes, this kind of distance that almost sticks together is exclusive to couples.

"You said you come here often, do you have any recommendations?"

Osamu Dazai talked to himself, as if Xueman ignored his problem, and he also regarded Xueman's entanglement as if he didn't see it, "You come here about a few times a week."

he asked casually.

Yukiman, whose eyes were full of Dazai Osamu's side face, didn't think about it after hearing the question, and said the answer directly, "I will come here three or four times a week, this restaurant is one of the few with the best taste nearby, but I usually eat relatively simple, and if there are many people, I will take it away.”

"My house is right next to it, and the taste hasn't changed much when I take it home."

The corner of Dazai Osamu's mouth twitched slightly.

After getting a satisfactory answer, he finally let Xueman go.Feet on the ground, the body and the chair moved about [-] centimeters out, "But why didn't I hear you say that your home is near here before."

Xueman's brain finally cooled down.

Then he found that in the short 1 minute when his brain ran away from home, he dug a big hole for himself.

It was hard for me to build a peaceful and stable relationship with the author I fell in love with at first sight, and it was hard for me to have dinner with the author I was fascinated by... It is obviously two happy things, happiness and happiness are superimposed, why is there a kind of happiness Sad feeling about to go away...

He didn't want to lie in front of Osamu Dazai.

If one lie goes on, more lies must be used to cover it up; once the mouth is opened, it will never be closed again.

And Xueman is also very sure that if he does this, he will push himself further and further away.

"Mr. Dazai, my house is on the same floor as your apartment."

He frankly revealed the secret he had been hiding for a long time, "I didn't dare to tell you before, just because I was worried that after you found out about this, you would regard me as the editors who were fired before."

"Aren't you worried now?"

Dazai Osamu and the boss reported the few side dishes they wanted to eat, and ordered a bottle of wine for himself, which was at hand.

"It's more important to be honest than to put it off with other reasons."

Xueman shook his head, thinking of his dinner that had been hanging aside for a long time, "Of course, if Mr. Dazai feels uncomfortable, you can explain the situation to the president, and you can replace me."

"It's just that I can assure you that before I rented the apartment, I didn't think you would be my next neighbor."

Dazai nodded.

Xueman sighed in his heart: If he had known this, he should have gone to another place to rent another room on the day he found out that the neighbor was Mr. Dazai—compared with liquidated damages, he could still get along with the teacher at a close distance more important.

He didn't know how he finished his dinner. When he came back to his senses, the plate in front of him was scraped clean by him, and his right hand was still doing the scooping action, eating several spoonfuls of air.

Osamu Dazai admired enough of Yukiman's restless and silly look.

Although he hasn't asked who he likes from the other party's mouth, but seeing Tsukishiro Yukiman's expression of worrying about gain and loss... Osamu Dazai thinks that his ranking in the other party's heart will not be too low.

"I have no idea of ​​changing editors yet."

He raised his wine glass and shook it at Xueman, "The coffee you make is very fragrant, and the rice balls you make are also delicious. If you buy a new one, there is a high probability that it will not be as good as you."

Xueman smiled, he felt ashamed to be recognized by his idol, "Then let me pay for today's meal."

"I'll be fine."

Osamu Dazai shook his head, "I hope we can get along well in the future."

——Isn't that natural?

There was slight doubt in Xueman's eyes.

After revealing the only secret he wanted to hide, Yukiman stopped covering it up and kept visiting Dazai Osamu only once a week.

He knew that Osamu Dazai did not have the habit of cooking by himself. In the space half larger than his own kitchen, 80% were coffee beans from different countries, and the remaining one-fifth was stuffed with all kinds of coffee beans. Snacks.

I opened the refrigerator and saw that there was still a lot of wine in it, and the quick-frozen food on the lower floor had expired for some time.

Xueman cleaned up these inedible things, and took Dazai Osamu's three meals a day as a matter of course-maybe the ultimate idea of ​​​​every fan is to raise his favorite wife for nothing, and he can feel at ease Sitting on the sidelines, you can see the latest manuscripts for the first time.

"Then Dazai-sensei, I'll see you at dinner."

With a gentle smile, Xueman asked again: "Do you want to eat something tonight? I will drop by to buy vegetables after get off work. You can think about it for a while and send me the list before five o'clock."

"Then be careful on the road."

Osamu Dazai leaned on the small cabinet in the entrance, watched Xueman leave, "Come back early."

"Ah."

Yukiman nodded at Osamu Dazai, and gently closed the door.

The space without Xueman seemed to be cold in an instant, Dazai Osamu walked to the living room barefoot, and huddled himself on the single sofa that was about to become Xueman's exclusive.

Living on the same floor, we have to eat together every day; occasionally drink a drink and smoke a cigarette on the balcony, but only Osamu Dazai smokes; Receive caring care from each other...

Dazai buried his face in the pillow.

"... Rounding it up, it means living together."

His voice was muffled, and Oda Sakunosuke, who was on the other side of the receiver, couldn't hear him clearly, and even raised the volume, asking Osamu Dazai to repeat what he had just said.

"I said, don't you think the relationship between the two of us is a bit out of bounds?"

Osamu Dazai pulled out a cigarette, but didn't light it—Yukiman had choked on the smoke before—and he frowned, repeating, "Do you think I should stop it?"

"I haven't had any contact with the Mr. Tsukishiro Yukiman you mentioned, but from the perspective of a bystander, um..." Oda Sakunosuke sorted out his words, "I think you enjoyed it."

"Bye."

Directly pressing the red dot on the screen, Osamu Dazai looked at the screen of the mobile phone that had returned to the home page, subconsciously called up the chat page with Xueman, and involuntarily typed in the chat bar what he wanted to eat tonight.

——I, enjoy it?

He flipped through the chat records, and found that the amount of words he had said to Xueman was incomparable to all the other people in the address book combined.

Oda is right, I am really addicted to it.

Sighing, Osamu Dazai decided to face up to his own heart—it is too false to say that the person I like is not him, but I just like the feeling of being with me at this time.

So many people wanted to be with Dazai, but Dazai could only accept Yukiman alone.

"If you propose, do you want to buy a ring and... flowers?"

Where is the nearest flower shop?

Osamu Dazai called Oda Sakunosuke without hesitation, "Hey, order me a bouquet of flowers, and they will be delivered to my house before five o'clock. I want to propose to Yukiman."

"Hello? What flower? Marriage proposal?! Hello!!"

Oda Sakunosuke just wanted to beat this wayward friend to the ground, but he couldn't stop the smile at the corner of his mouth.

The most erratic friend has his own destination, Oda Sakunosuke just wants to thank Yukiman Tsukishiro face to face, and thank the other party for leaving this duckweed-like man in this world.

"But here comes the question, has Dazai confirmed the other party's intentions?"

Sakunosuke Oda, asked a good question.

Carrying a bunch of things back home—it was Yukiman from Osamu Dazai’s house. As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a different air with some floral fragrance.

"Mr. Dazai, are there any guests at home?"

He stood at the entrance and didn't go in, "Then I'll put the things here, please put them in the refrigerator yourself, and don't bother me if I have something else to do." After saying that, Xueman was about to leave.

"stop."

Osamu Dazai came out, changed into a more formal set of clothes, probably because he hadn't worn anything other than soft home clothes for a long time, he was pinching the collar of his shirt, debating whether to unbutton it or not.

"There is no one else, just come in directly."

"Are there really no guests?"

Xueman hesitated. After all, Osamu Dazai looked a little strange, "Or is it that your guest has an appointment later? Then I'll just pack up my things, and it won't take too long."

"...The person I'm waiting for is you."

Seeing that Xueman was about to leave after filling up the refrigerator, Osamu Dazai held back for a long time and uttered a pun, but unfortunately, Xueman did not hear the confession below the surface.

Fans will have unrealistic fantasies, but the fantasies of rational fans are limited to themselves and will not rise to real people; Yukiman would never have imagined that Osamu Dazai prepared everything so formally for him.

——Ha, haha, it’s impossible even if you think about it.

Xueman only regards all this as a certain plot in the book, maybe Mr. Dazai is looking for inspiration?He calmly took out the ingredients he bought for dinner, and started dinner as usual.

Osamu Dazai returned to the living room with a gloomy expression on his face, picked up his mobile phone and started to line up with Sakunosuke Oda: He didn't see what I meant at all!

Off-court coach Oda Saku took a sip of wine: I told you to ask first.

The thing that worries Oda Sakunosuke the most is that Tsukishiro Yukiman has no intention of falling in love with Dazai Osamu.He just wants to be a simple editor + Dazai Osamu's fan, and he doesn't mean to cross the line at all.

Odasaku was overjoyed: Oh, I'm afraid Dazai will cry out of sadness—hehe:), we ordinary people are so happy, it's rare to see Dazai devastated, so we must drag Ango out to celebrate.

But some surface work still needs to be done.

Oda Sakunosuke asked Dazai to put the ring away, don't scare him - when he left in the afternoon, you were still serious editors and authors, but when he came back, you would come out on the spot... Are you going to put Are people scared away and ready to go back to being alone?

Oda: A protracted war, do you understand?This is God's test for you!

The content of the text is upright, but Dazai Osamu was able to imagine Odasaku's happy face.

He threw the phone away, sat where he could see Xueman, and stared at the serious face of the other party.

"Ugh."

Feelings are not easy Dazai sighed, it is said that the person who is tempted first will work harder, so when will his hard work turn into sweet fruits?

The only thing Dazai could foresee was that it was going to be a long journey.

The first thing to do is to change the name that opened up the relationship between the two.

"Yuecheng Xueman...can I call you Xueman from now on?" Dazai Osamu walked to the kitchen, stood at the door and asked, "We are so familiar, you don't need to call me teacher anymore."

"No, Dazai-sensei is Dazai-sensei."

Xueman had a straight face, and then smiled brightly, "But you can call me by my name, it doesn't matter."

"Alright then, Xueman."

Osamu Dazai cheered himself up. If one step fails, the half step is OK... It's really OK, not forced at all, huh.

There was a layer of dust on the ring box in the study, and Osamu Dazai hadn't successfully sent it out yet.He wanted to confess several times, but he always stopped under the gaze of Xueman's upright eyes.

As he thought, it was indeed a long journey.

But fortunately, the person who walked with Osamu Dazai was someone he loved.

The author has something to say: what is this?This is the chasing wife crematorium (hey

After that, Dazai will be pursuing him hard. Let’s make up our minds. It’s boring to write it all out (roll

As a preview, the next IF line is Daddy Long Legs and his oil bottle.

Let me share a clip of how the group of friends persecuted me, life is not easy, Brother Monkey shed tears.

(Please remind me before - my name in the group is Monkey Brother.)

1.

The group of friends are drying the cat, it's a big one.

Group friend A: Really, it’s super long, it feels like one meter long

Group friend B: What a big cat

Group friend C: You should lift up the cat, it’s such a big cat

I:? ? ? ? ? ? ?

2.

Group friend D: I just searched for Brother Monkey and hit a big monkey, but no matter how I swipe, there is no response

Group friend D: Then I realized it was such a big cat

I:? ? ? ? ? ?

Me: I want to hang up with you! (Penguin stomping feet.jpg

Then the other group of friends laughed like a barbell.

3.

In fact, the name Monkey Brother also has a stalk.

I thought it was because I coded so fast and so many words that everyone called me Brother Monkey.

Because——Brother Monkey~ You are amazing~

In the end, it was because my nickname at the beginning was Houhouhou. When they called Brother Hou, the input method defaulted to Monkey Brother, and then this nickname was settled.

It’s so real, I became Brother Monkey because of a typo (tears