Dad, he is addicted to raising cubs

Stepping on the soft grass, the tip of his nose smelled the unique fragrance of the forest. Osamu Dazai couldn't react for a while, whether he was in a dream or something else.

- what the hell.

He belatedly realized that the coordinates of the place where he woke up had changed, and then thought with a touch of sadness that Dora A. Xueman was not by his side at the moment.

This also meant that Osamu Dazai had to wear the mouse-gray pinstriped pajamas, and after the clothes were wet by the morning rain and dew, he shivered and moved slowly towards the place where there might be people nearby.

"It's too difficult for me."

Sighing, he stuffed his hands into his sleeves, chose a direction intuitively but more casually, and started to walk.He encountered many dangers along the way, and strange-looking creatures seemed to be aiming at him, the "weak".

I want to swallow Osamu Dazai in my stomach.

Fortunately, however, Osamu Dazai's "Disqualification in the World" has mutated a lot after multiple time travels. It is no longer just eliminating abilities, but can erase what he wants to eliminate according to his will.

Otherwise, those bugs that made the sound of Xisuo might send Osamu Dazai away in one encounter.

"What kind of hell-level difficulty is this?"

Complaining angrily, Osamu Dazai, who felt that he had exhausted his exercise for a week, found a clean place to sit down,

He looked at a red fruit loosely held in his hand, frowned slightly, and considered whether to eat it.

After being with Xueman, the quality of life of Osamu Dazai has been greatly improved, the most notable of which is that he has entered the retirement state at a young age, and it is normal to go to bed early and get up early,

The point is that Xuemana never misses three meals.

It’s not a super delicacy——Xueman’s cooking talent is only a little stronger than that of ordinary people, and I want him to make the same style as Chef Yuanyue’s,

That is simply impossible.Sometimes Osamu Dazai would complain in a low voice, he also wants to eat those delicately presented meals outside...

In the end, he was still sitting at the dining table, waiting for Xueman to be fed with peace of mind.

Xueman, as well as the food exuding the familiar aroma, are an indispensable part of the picture in Dazai Osamu's heart that is equivalent to home. He is greedy for this warmth, and he would never be willing to leave.

Therefore, when the two things that could appease Osamu Dazai were gone, his anxiety kept accumulating, and soon he was on the verge of breaking out.

——If you can’t destroy yourself, then you can destroy the world.

The skin of the fruit was squeezed open a slit, and a sweet and greasy aroma wafted out, tempting people to swallow it; Osamu Dazai's eyes were dim, and he slowly brought the fruit close to his mouth, looking as if he was about to touch it.

"Hello?"

A voice very similar to Xueman's voice came from not far away. After the person reminded him, he stood there and explained kindly, "This fruit cannot be eaten raw, it will be poisoned. If you If you insist on eating, I have a pot here and I can lend it to you."

Osamu Dazai suddenly raised his head, and what caught his eyes was Xueman, but it was not Yuecheng Xueman.

He suddenly laughed out loud, "What kind of thing is this..."

Leaning back, Osamu Dazai tossed the fruit to a kind-hearted person passing by, and said in a lazy tone that he couldn't cook it, so could he please cook it for him and bring it over.

"Better hurry up, I'm a bit cold."

Osamu Dazai, who had a low-temperature physique, breathed hot air on his fingertips, and the loss caused by the fleeting warmth made him puff up his cheeks quite uncomfortable.

Knowing that the skillful person who lit the fire and set the pot beside him was not the Yukiman he was familiar with, Dazai Osamu put down the guard and thorns wrapped around his body in front of the other party, and he had a little coquettish tone, hoping that the other party could understand him The implication.

"You can sit down a little bit."

Xueman, who looked like a teenager, pointed to the place near the fire and said, he thought for a while, and pulled out a cloak that seemed to have some traces of use from the surprisingly large backpack beside him, scratching his cheek in embarrassment, "If you don't mind..."

"It was a great help."

Osamu Dazai took it without hesitation, shook it off, and quickly put it on his body. The cloak woven from unknown fur was thick and windproof. He wrapped himself into a ball, and approached the fire cautiously.

One person was peeling and dicing the fruit, and then there was a "plop" sound of the fruit pieces entering the water; the other looked at the other party openly in the name of warming up, and his eyes fell on the slightly immature face from time to time.

He can even describe what this person will look like in the future.

I have to say that as long as people are good-looking, even wearing a sack is the fashion trend this year.Osamu Dazai looked at Xueman's rough ponytail, and his fingers were ready to move, wanting to help him tie it up again.

Just when Osamu Dazai persuaded himself to be impatient and was about to speak, Xueman, who was concentrating on cooking the soup, turned his head and rolled his eyes with a slight smile, "The soup is ready."

"……Oh."

Osamu Dazai responded dryly, squeezed both hands out from between the cloak, and took over the half-open wooden bowl.The piece of fruit he contributed turned into translucent irregular pieces, floating in the milky white soup, like some kind of holy food to cool off the summer heat.

Yukiman took out the bread and jerky again, and handed them to Osamu Dazai as well.

Obviously they just met by chance, and obviously they met for the first time, but the two seemed to have known each other for many years.Osamu Dazai ate the soft heart of the bread, and habitually handed the circle next to Xueman to Xueman, who calmly took it and soaked it in a bowl, mixed it with dried meat and ate it together.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Xueman: "..."

——What have I done!

"Feel sorry!"

This is a unanimous voice. After the two people who apologized to each other raised their heads, they unanimously opened the corners of their mouths and showed bright smiles.

"Would you like another bowl?"

Xueman's wall of politeness and writing alienation seemed to have melted a little. He tapped the side of the pot with a wooden spoon and asked Osamu Dazai, "You should eat more."

His eyes fell on Dazai Osamu's exposed slender wrist, and there was a look of disapproval in his eyes.

Osamu Dazai almost knelt down to Xueman.

He even wondered if Xueman in all the worlds had the same consensus, that is, he felt that he was too thin and needed to be fattened up.

"...No more."

Osamu Dazai protected the bowl to prevent Xueman from succeeding, "I've eaten enough, I'll spit it out if I eat any more."

"How about just adding a spoonful, look, it's actually not much at all." Xueman scooped up a spoonful to show Osamu Dazai, "And there are ways to make this soup taste better, don't you want to try it?"

He dug out the bottles and cans from his backpack, picked out one of them and poured some light yellow powder into his bowl, and there was a light and attractive milk fragrance in the air.

For Osamu Dazai, who often drinks a glass of milk in the morning - poured by Xueman himself - even if he can't finish it, he has to take a sip. A hook lock that is not so tight but exists is connected.

Osamu Dazai seemed unable to compete with Xueman's stubbornness, finally removed the hand protecting the bowl, and willingly drank the soup that was a little burden for him.

So full.

I touched my stomach, and it was reassuring to feel full; I touched my heart again, and the gap that appeared seemed to be being filled again.

"The nearest town can be reached by walking along this road."

After the meal, Yukiman packed up everything. From his astonishingly large backpack, he found a suit of clothes that were convenient for Dazai to move around. He even had shoes and socks. He helped Dazai to button up the cloak, Lead the other party out of this forest that is easy to get lost.

"Where are you going next?"

Osamu Dazai took a look at this set of clothing that was obviously Yukiman's aesthetic, and his eyebrows twitched twice - well, it's really normal to focus on practicality and ignore beauty.

"I'm going to the next town."

Xueman patted his backpack and let out a rather dull voice, "Buy goods and then sell them. With the money you make, you can buy things that are not available in other places, and sell them in other places."

"so……"

Osamu Dazai thought for three seconds, "Then I want to be with you."

He said it too bluntly, as if it was a matter of course.

Xueman was silent for a while, then tentatively said, "But it will be very hard?"

"Am I like the kind of person who can't endure hardship?"

Osamu Dazai didn't blush at all when he said these righteous words. He raised his chin slightly and walked in the direction Xueman said. Chat with Xueman.

In this way, the two people who met by chance formed a regular action team.

Xueman, who has always been alone, has a traveling companion to accompany her, and she is still a bit picky eater and lazy; Osamu Dazai, who has just come to another world, has a long-term meal ticket, even if he knows nothing, he can still eat with his clothes Open your mouth, half of the bitterness becomes sweet.

A fateful encounter is nothing more than that.

Xueman carefully glanced at Dazai Zhi, whose face was obviously darker beside him, because of nervousness, his Adam's apple couldn't help sliding up and down, "I..." He quietly took a step back, "I'll start Let's cook!"

"stop."

Osamu Dazai didn't give Xueman a chance to escape at all, he accurately pinched Xueman's fluttering corner of his clothes, and the strength he used was only the same as when he was pinching the handkerchief.

But this force, which can be directly ignored, interrupted Xueman's attempt to escape.

People who know they are wrong dare not slip away anymore, Xueman adjusted his posture obediently, and became the appearance of sitting opposite Dazai Zhi, with his hands on his knees obediently, listening attentively, ready to listen carefully to Dazai Zhi's words .

Osamu Dazai: Don't think I will forgive you if you pretend to be pitiful!

Osamu Dazai, who yelled the above words in his heart, showed a good voice. He asked Xueman why the price of wound medicine sold this time was obviously much lower than before, and he refused to listen to Xueman's talk about those things. He could spin a thousand tragic tales at will.

"What's missing is my share..."

Xueman's voice was weak, "The one for you is one-half of the normal price..."

As for the wound medicine used to trade with the town residents or pharmacies, the raw materials are collected by Xueman, and the handling of weighing and other work is also handled by Xueman. What Osamu Dazai did was to adjust the ratio of the medicinal materials to prevent The treatment effect is so good that the price is too high and no one is willing to buy it.

And the appearance of this medicine was not because Dazai Osamu suddenly realized that he was actually eating and drinking for free (...), but more because he felt that the little money he earned from hunting with Xueman wanted to satisfy him. It is really unrealistic to want to have a consumption level.

——I always feel that I am exploiting child labor.

When seeing Xueman's youthful face, Osamu Dazai's little sympathy will remind him that Xueman is just a child!

So people can't, at least they shouldn't.

So Osamu Dazai exhaled slowly, with the most cordial smile on the corner of his mouth, "Do you think that what I care about is my share of money? Or, in your eyes, I am the kind of person who is open to money, Um?"

This is a duet of death questions, no matter which one is answered, they will be sentenced to death by Osamu Dazai.

Xueman: "..." I felt chilly on the back of my neck.

"I will never do it again in the future."

He assured Osamu Dazai: "This time, it was because an old man came out to stop me, saying that her eldest son was seriously injured when he went up the mountain, and he couldn't go down to the field until now. Without her eldest son going out to make money, the whole family would be in danger." Without a source of income..."

The old man's words were too pitiful, Xue Man couldn't bear it, and almost gave away enough medicine for the man's recovery at a free price.

"Oh, then you probably don't know. Her family also has a young son who is idle. Before, she could barely survive by relying on the love of the elder son to support the family. Now that the elder son has collapsed, naturally he can't survive."

Osamu Dazai downplayed it, and then yawned, "I just don't know that the eldest son who was finally injured and can lie at home to rest, will be grateful for your kindness when he sees the sufficient amount of wound medicine you sent. , I still cursed in my heart, not letting him rest for a while."

"Then I..."

The snow is full of jams.

"It's okay." Dazai Osamu touched Xueman's head, and his loving eyes fell on this innocent face, "I had a good talk with the eldest son of that family before, Born to be human but always busy running around for others..."

"Is this kind of life what he longs for?"

Xueman had nothing to say.

This is just a small episode in their journey.

Maybe it's Osamu Dazai's bad taste. Rather than reminding Xueman that there is a pit to step in carefully, he prefers to watch Xueman step in, and then casually tell him why there is a pit here, and why he Will be pitted without hesitation.

"You think the world is too beautiful."

Osamu Dazai gave a pertinent evaluation, "An unguarded person is like a lonely flickering lamp in the dark night."

Everyone wants to take advantage of such a person, to eat up the other person, preferably to the bone marrow—they will even accuse him rationally, saying that it is because he is not careful enough.

Without me by my side, what would Xueman be like?

Thinking about this matter, Osamu Dazai came to a conclusion that he felt quite regrettable: Yukiman, who is the incarnation of the planet, will not die, but how long will it take to heal the wound in his heart?

Maybe only by reincarnating and forgetting the past can we get better.

"But it's not too bad, is it?"

Xueman, who was still looking forward to the future even though he was cheated many times, said that he took out the apple that was sent by someone not long ago, peeled off the skin, poked a piece and sent it to Osamu Dazai's mouth, "This apple is very sweet."

Osamu Dazai tilted his head, leaned over and took a small bite of the apple.

——It is indeed very sweet.

Just like you, naive.

In the beginning, Osamu Dazai had the heart to count how many times Xueman had been tricked, but when the two traveled together longer and longer, he simply gave up counting.

This person has been tricked too many times. If he remembered all of them, he might have to contribute half of his brain capacity.

Even Osamu Dazai couldn't remember how many times he had talked with others.

Xueman suffers, he always has to find it in another place - only he can bully his own people, even if it is for Xueman to learn enough lessons and grow up, Osamu Dazai is not willing to let Xueman be forever A unilateral disadvantage.

Osamu Dazai: I suddenly felt the sadness of being a parent.

His expression became weird, especially when compared with Future Xueman's attitude towards him, it felt even more subtle: boldly letting the child try on the verge of death, and then helping the other party clean up the mess with a tolerant attitude...

Isn't this what Xueman has been doing all the time!

Osamu Dazai was shocked. He squatted in the corner with his head in his arms, muttering words like "Feng Shui turns around", which made Xueman puzzled, so he could only move this man from the corner to the middle of the room, and put him in a cloak He took off the blanket and started a fire again to prevent Osamu Dazai from catching a cold.

"...So that's how you've always looked at me."

Wrapped up in a ball, Osamu Dazai said nonchalantly, "Xueman, will you be angry because I see you suffer?"

"I haven't done anything wrong recently, have I?"

Xueman raised his head vigilantly, the stirring spoons stopped, and then began to recall seriously, "The one the day before yesterday... it shouldn't be counted, it just stained the clothes, and I did it before you came back. Cleaned it up... or the one from a week ago?"

The sad atmosphere that Osamu Dazai had finally brewed dissipated in an instant, "Be more correct."

After saying this, he himself laughed out loud.

"No."

Xueman scooped up some soup, tasted it, and nodded complacently, "Without you by my side, I don't even know that I have been cheated, maybe I will not find out until a long time later, what I think is kindness, in those people In the eyes of many people, it is only cheap and re-obtainable things."

"I should say thank you to you."

Turning around, Yukiman showed a smile to Osamu Dazai, which could coincide with the expression on his future self, "Did I forget to tell you something? To be able to meet you..."

"It could not be better."

"Since you have said that, I have no choice but to respond to you reluctantly." A little bit of shyness appeared in Osamu Dazai's eyes, "Me too."

Spanning a long time and an unreachable space, the future me and the past you miraculously meet at this moment, it is really wonderful.

[I am waiting for you in the future. ]

After packing enough luggage for two people, Xueman carried the heavy burden on his back, and started traveling alone again.In the beginning, he was always alone. At that time, he was always able to discover the beauty of the scenery along the way. He couldn't understand why some people felt that they couldn't go forward alone.

"So that's how it feels."

Xueman, who was sitting by the fire, muttered to himself, "It turns out that this feeling is so unbearable."

He took out the piece of paper left by Osamu Dazai before he left. On the rough paper was scrawled handwriting, and some places were even scratched, like the last words left behind in panic.

The person who suddenly appeared in his life disappeared from his life in an abrupt way.

"I didn't even say goodbye..."

The paper carrying Osamu Dazai's words, even with careful maintenance, began to turn yellow and become brittle. Maybe at some point, it would be completely broken into pieces that couldn't be seen, making Xueman wonder if it was In the loneliness with no end in sight, I made up a traveling companion to accompany me.

"If we meet again in the future, we must pretend that we don't know you."

Watching the flames lick the edge of the frizzy paper, Xueman's smile became illusory, "This is punishment."

— to punish you for leaving without saying goodbye.

The scene that came into view the moment he opened his eyes was the roof that Osamu Dazai had seen countless times, and even a dent in the hidden position on the lamp was in its original position.

—Who am I? Where am I? What am I going to do?

The pen in his hand fell on the quilt, and the dark blue ink smeared a large area on the soft quilt.Osamu Dazai realized later that the sentence he wrote in a panic was not an illusion, but the only message he left to the past Xueman.

[I am waiting for you in the future. ]

Osamu Dazai shut himself up.

When I wrote it, I didn’t think so, but looking back now, I dug the biggest hole in history for Xueman. How far is the “future” in his mouth from Xueman... Osamu Dazai dare not calculate.

If the other party waited for hundreds of thousands of years just for one sentence...

Taking his head out from under the pillow, Osamu Dazai took out his phone, calmly clicked on the shopping software, typed the word "urn" in the search bar, and showed himself the pattern of the house he lived in later.

"Why don't you come down when you wake up?"

Xueman opened the door in a strange way and walked in. He thought that Osamu Dazai was lying in bed, but he didn't expect that the person who was often in a coma at this point was looking at the phone screen and muttering something energetic.

"Looking at it, I still like this plain style the most."

Showing Xueman the box he picked, Osamu Dazai cautiously made a request, "Isn't there a technology that can press ashes into a diamond ring?"

"so?"

Xueman opened the curtains to let in the mild light in the morning, "If you don't go down, the fried eggs will be cold, do you want to eat cold eggs?"

"Ow!"

With a howl, Osamu Dazai flung his cell phone and flew towards the washroom, and all the urns and diamond rings stood aside. Such unnecessary things were thrown out of his mind in a second.

"By the way...good morning, Xueman."

Osamu Dazai poked his head out with a toothbrush in his mouth, and greeted Yukiman vaguely.

"Good morning."

Xueman picked up the quill that fell by the bed, and put it on the bedside table.

The two tacitly ignored this thing that should not appear in the bedroom, and sent it into the trash can together with the ink-stained quilt—with Osamu Dazai's guilt and self-blame, and Xueman's long and hopeless life. Waiting together, completely returning to peace.

——I am waiting for you in the future.

——And I finally waited for you.

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