Hong Kong and black wage earners

With Mori Ogai's permission, Aozuru Takigawa leaves work early, and Osamu Dazai proposes to go to a restaurant for dinner, but he refuses.

"Why? The crab meat rice here is delicious, you won't be afraid of me eating the overlord's meal, right?"

"..."

Osamu Dazai followed him, recalling the boy's three meals in the past few days, it seemed that he had eaten them either in the public cafeteria or at home, as if something flashed by, and a joking smile appeared on his face.

"Eh - no way, is that so?"

Takigawa Qingxian let him radiate malice, and scratched his slightly messy hair a little tiredly, and there was a faint mist in his scarlet eyes.

A little sleepy.

"Obviously a member of the Hong Kong gang leader level, is it so poor?"

"Yeah..." The white-haired boy looked forward with a face full of desire and desire, and had already entered a state of selflessness.

"Wow - Hong Kong blacks can't even afford to support the people in their hands, right? Or is it that Qingxian owed debts and didn't pay them back? Tsk tsk tsk, I owed a lot of debts at a young age, and I can only give it to others like a dog I'm working."

"It's so pitiful, Qingxian."

Dazai Osamu laughed viciously, and Takigawa Qingxian frowned very cooperatively and looked at him, looking like a little white flower who had been devastated, "That's right, I'm in such a miserable situation, and I still have to be sneered at by Dazai, this is What a pain in the world."

"Poor acting skills! Qingxian is not suitable for this kind of expression, super contrived!"

Takigawa Qingxian stretched out his left thumb and index finger to touch his chin, and looked over with doubts in his eyes, "Really? How can I make it more natural?"

"If you don't have acting skills, you won't be able to master the essence no matter how you learn it. Give up."

"it's a pity--"

The two happened to arrive at the apartment building. Dazai Osamu did not go back to his residence, but continued to follow Takigawa Qingxian to the top floor. In the elevator, he asked curiously, "Hey, I heard that there is only Qingxian on the top floor. Is it a special arrangement for people to live?"

The latter put his sleeves up, "Dazai, you lost your keys again? Do you want me to open the door for you?" Just like last time, I promise that your door will never close again.

"It's like this, I tried to cook by myself in the morning, and I accidentally blew up the kitchen, and the whole room was burned to the ground—" Osamu Dazai said cheerfully, as if he had done something serious , "I experienced the feeling of being almost suffocated by thick smoke, but I think drowning is more gentle."

"It's incredible that Dazai can survive till now, he's as tenacious as a cockroach."

"Ah la la, why is Qing Xian so good at talking—" Look at this sweet mouth.

"Thank you for the compliment?"

When the elevator reached the top floor, Takigawa Aozuru didn't chase Dazai Osamu behind him, took out the key to open the door, and pressed the light switch. What greeted his eyes was an almost empty apartment with one bedroom and one living room.

Except for some electrical appliances and furniture necessary for daily life, there is nothing else to be seen. There is a lot of space left, and the decoration style is also extremely cold and hard. It is the kind of emptiness that echoes when you step into it, and the floor is so clean that it can be used as a mirror.

"Qing Xian's apartment is even more boring than I imagined, there is no sofa."

Takigawa Qingxian hung the feathers on the hanger at the entrance, took off the clogs and walked in, opened the refrigerator door and looked at Dazai Osamu, "I only have quick-frozen food, if you don't want to eat, you can leave now."

Osamu Dazai lowered his head and kicked off his leather shoes, just like him stepping on the cold floor with only cotton socks, walked over to have a look, "Is there no crab meat topped with rice?"

"Ah."

"Okay, then I'll eat this curry pork chop rice."

"This one costs 225 yen—"

Osamu Dazai raised his head suddenly, his kite-colored eyes dilated exaggeratedly, "Eh? Qing Xian, do you even charge for a quick lunch box?"

"I'm happy." Takigawa Qingxian squinted and smiled, "As the saying goes, 'There is no free lunch in the world'."

"It's already night."

"Similarly—"

"It's really stingy to the point where it's hard to put it into words... Qingxian is probably the only one in the world." Osamu Dazai clicked his tongue repeatedly, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

Takigawa Qingxian put the bento into the microwave to heat it up, and said while moving, "You will understand when you officially become a dog of Hong Kong gangsters and are 'beaten' by the society."

"Oh? A dog like you? That's too boring, it's better to embrace death happily."

Osamu Dazai was leaning on the refrigerator, because neither of them was wearing shoes, he was now much taller than Takikawa Aozuru, half a head long.

The black-haired boy took advantage of his height to look down at the person in front of him, his iris-colored pupils were covered by the projection of his forehead, and the dim light was faintly visible.

"That's right." The white-haired boy suddenly broke into a smile, and the curve of his mouth was fleeting. "My suggestion to you before is still valid. You can ask me for follow-up procedures at any time."

It refers to the matter of soul transcendence——

Osamu Dazai pursed his lips, "You are really trying to sell yourself, have you told anyone besides me?"

"No, Dazai is special after all."

"Special? This is very easy to misunderstand."

"Huh? Misunderstanding what?"

"I misunderstood that Qingxian actually likes me. She has been silently protecting me. She has even thought about the affairs after my death. She keeps recommending to me. If this continues, I will really take it seriously."

Osamu Dazai said these words without any burden, with an expression of "I'm handsome but I'm guilty".

Takigawa Qingxian tilted his head, and Daimao followed suit, "Hey - is this 'like'?"

Although he would say something like "I like people like you", to be honest, he still didn't fully understand the meaning of "like", what is the emotion of "like"? What does 'hate' look like?

What does 'love' look like?

Osamu Dazai looked at the young man with an ignorant expression in silence, his inorganic pupils carried a cold scrutiny, and then he sighed helplessly.

"It's really a wrong choice to talk about emotional topics with someone like Qingxian. Sometimes I'm really curious, why isn't Qingxian angry? You don't look like a very generous person—"

"Why should I be angry?"

"Qingxian is really indifferent in this respect, not only to others, but also to yourself, do you feel that there is nothing worth pouring into? Living like this is too tiring." Deceiving yourself with false feelings, deceiving others is like a bystander Live like a dead man, living like a walking dead.

Of course, Osamu Dazai is not looking down on him from the highest point, but as a similar person, using his way of thinking to logically analyze this person, which may allow him to see the most beautiful and tragic existence.

If it is rejection of feelings, unwilling to accept and unwilling to understand, you can also change the direction. He is afraid of touching feelings and does not know how to vent his feelings. He uses his body as a cover to lock himself in and spy on this terrible and distorted world through his two eyes. world.

That's why I showed the sadness that I didn't realize. Was it "asking for help"?

He was stretching out his hand, hoping that someone could pull him out of the abyss of despair——

"Ding--"

"Oh, the bento is ready." Takigawa Qingxian took out the two bentos that were heated together, put them on the table and rubbed his fingers.

a little hot-

"225 yen can be credited first, I'll write it down for you." He unwrapped the bento box without raising his eyelashes.

"It's just 225 yen, you have to worry about it, cheapskate."

Takigawa Qingxian raised his eyebrows noncommittally, and paused seeing the matching disposable bamboo chopsticks without any trace, with a disappointed expression on his face, "I won't buy this brand of bento next time."

Osamu Dazai moved a chair and sat across from him, breaking away the bamboo chopsticks and cast a puzzled look. The other party's left hand was holding the bamboo chopsticks in a weird way, and the movement of holding the food was a little clumsy. He was struggling with a piece of potato.

"It turns out that Qing Xian is not very good at using chopsticks—" So he always eats with a spoon, and always eats rice.

Dazai Osamu flexibly controlled the two bamboo chopsticks with his right fingers, and even stretched them closer to show him, "It's very simple, such a big person can't even use the chopsticks well, he will be laughed at."

Takigawa Aoxian still ate slowly with an awkward way, picked up a small pile of rice and habitually blew gently, and only opened his mouth to swallow it when it was almost cold.

He has been eating alone since he was a child. Mr. Takikawa said that he hopes to let him grow into an independent person. He faces a table and a cold knife alone every day. No one tells him what is right and what is wrong. , all values ​​​​are outlined by this young child through what he sees and hears——

The mother's indifference and malice, the stepfather's powerful policy, and the bizarre ghosts and goblins, this is the initial world in the eyes of the boy.

Since then, he has learned to use the safest way he thinks to contact others carefully, without expectations, doing his own way, a little loose, Schrödinger's etiquette, even if he uses the wrong method, he will never change it.

After dinner, Takigawa Qingxian gave Dazai the order to evict guests.

The latter hugged himself pitifully, squeezed out two drops of crocodile tears, and clung to the door frame, refusing to leave.

"The living room can be lent to you to sleep in." Takigawa Qingxian thought for a while, said something indifferent, and took a change of clothes into the bathroom.

When he came out of the steamy bathroom with his wet hair on his head, Osamu Dazai was lying on his bed playing with his mobile phone.

"Go down," he said.

Osamu Dazai put down his phone, looked at him with his still round iris-colored eyes, rubbed his cheek against the soft mattress, "I sleep very honestly, let me give you a squeeze today~ 青(↗) string( ↘↗)~”

Takigawa Qingxian had already taken off the blindfold, staring straight at the other person with a pair of slightly raised eyes, the exquisite facial features were fully displayed, and the neckline of the casually tied white bathrobe was slightly open.

"No, I'm not in the habit of sleeping with other people."

"But Qingxian doesn't have any extra quilts for me to make the floor. If I sleep on the floor like this, I will get sick."

"It's just sick, but it won't die—" Takigawa Qingxian didn't bother to play Tai Chi with him, and picked up the slender boy to lie down by himself.

"Listen, is this a human language?" Osamu Dazai stared at the person curled up on the bed with his back facing him with resentful eyes, noticing that the other person's breathing became calm quickly, "Huh? He fell asleep like this? "

The white-haired boy's hair was still wet, and the pillow was soaked in a short while, and he knew at a glance that he was a person who couldn't take care of himself.

"..."

The author has something to say:

【small theater】

N years later——

Qingxian: Ah, chopsticks are really troublesome.

Dazai: Come~ I'll feed you!

Qingxian (dislike → well-behaved): I choose Zhongye.

Chuya: Oh... I really can't do anything about you.

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