How to return the bandage essence that I accidentally got

During fifteen days.

Fengxin Yaye was very busy except for the first two or three days, and the rest of the time he stayed at home and did not go out.

Also, her game skills have improved rapidly in the process of teaming up with Osamu Dazai, but she is still very rookie.

"...Why is there such a game?"

She looked at herself who died again in the game, and felt puzzled. The enemy couldn't hit her at that angle, could she?

"Hey, don't be in a daze, Yano, go over there and block people."

Dazai Osamu, who was having fun, called his teammate Fushin Yano.

Fushin Yano held the game handle silently, manipulated the characters, and covered Osamu Dazai.

...In fact, she still prefers to be alone and read a book quietly.

However, there is Dazai at home.

This is very suffocating.

Osamu Dazai is the only person who can compromise with Fushin Yano.

After realizing Fuxin Yano's indulgence to him, Osamu Dazai could hardly control his desire to die.

Every time he dances on Fengxin Yano's bottom line, it makes Fengxin Yano somewhat incomprehensible.

Why is the [-]-year-old Dazai Osamu as bald as the leader Zai?Has it been so annoying since you were a child?

One day, she saw Osamu Dazai take out a bottle of red wine in the wine cabinet, she didn't pay much attention at first, but saw a opened bottle of medicine on the coffee table in the living room.

Cephalosporin antibiotics.

Fengxin Yano: ...

Backhand interrupted Osamu Dazai's movements, snatched the medicine and red wine from his hand and threw them away.

Finally, under Fuxin Yano's suppression, Osamu Dazai sat cross-legged on the sofa, pinched his earlobes with his hands, lowered his head, and made a reflection.

Fengxin Yaye stared at him with a cold face, seeing him raise his head quickly, and winked at her flutteringly.

Ah.

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For another example, one day Fushin Yano found that the canned crab meat in the refrigerator that was strongly requested to be filled by someone was missing more than half, and Osamu Dazai, who ate too much cold food, was lying on the bed with his stomach clutched.

The whole person is pale and weak, and even the curly hair is drooping like a lack of energy.

Fengxin Yano: ...

Nothing to say.

It's a pity that someone's front feet are still like a baby who needs to be taken care of, but his back feet have become a bear child who is in the sky.

Osamu Dazai, who had a stomach ache from eating too much crab meat, still did not change his mind, and bought a bunch of different brands of crab wine with the card Fuxin Yano gave him.

Leaving aside why Osamu Dazai was so obsessed with crabs, Fushin Yano put the crab wine on the shelf first.

Be kind to your stomach, asshole.

Of course, Fushin Yano's efforts to stop him all fell through after Osamu Dazai was alive and kicking.

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After getting Osamu Dazai, Fushin Yano truly experienced the hardships of raising a Zai.

She silently advanced her plan, planning to foster Osamu Dazai in the port mafia, and hand over the bald head to the current gang leader Mori Ogai.

A few days later, she put a bunch of documents in front of Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai, who had been relaxing for ten or twenty days, sighed, knowing that his life of fishing was over.

He didn't read those materials, but limply on the sofa hugging a pillow as tall as a person.

"I really want to keep you bound, but it's unlikely to happen. I can't predict your behavior."

Fengxin Yaye revealed his thoughts frankly, without any shyness.

"Of course part of the reason is that you are too difficult to raise."

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai opened his eyes wide in shock, showing a pitiful and aggrieved expression.

"Excessive," he said.

Fengxin Yano paused, no, she felt that she was not too much.

"You can go back to the Port Mafia, I've got all the follow-ups sorted out, no one will know what's going on these days."

Osamu Dazai tilted his head, did not speak, his eyes wandered around Fushin Yano's face.

Fengxin Yano glanced at him, and then said: "I will go to Yokohama soon, and I will serve as the prosecutor of Yokohama, who is in charge of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, and I will visit you regularly after you return to Hong Kong and Heilongjiang."

Osamu Dazai paused, and extracted two key words in Fushin Yano's words.

Prosecutor and regular.

He circled the former in his heart, and then focused on the latter, complaining softly, "Is this considered surveillance?"

Fengxin Yano's tone was very light: "You can talk about surveillance, as long as you don't die, I won't interfere with your normal life."

Osamu Dazai sat up lazily, like a salted fish, looked at Fushin Yano and then at the documents on the table.

His tone was soft, casual and mixed with a little deliberateness.

"What if I don't want to be watched?"

His voice stopped for a moment, and a slight smile emerged from the corner of his mouth: "Why do you have to be obsessed with whether I will die or not?"

"If I don't die, will the person in your heart live?"

"Escape the fact of that person's death, trying to find his shadow in me?"

"Ok?"

Osamu Dazai's words ended with a cute little nasal voice.

The almost sharp questioning made Fengxin Yaye silent, she lowered her eyes, suppressing the bewilderment in her eyes.

Indeed, she has been imposing her ideas on Osamu Dazai, regardless of his own wishes.

It is indeed too willful and self-righteous to forcibly interfere with the life that belongs to Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai's resentment and distaste are expected.

However, even if she hesitates, she will not waver, and she will not stop when her thoughts are rejected.

She failed to catch the leader Zai, so she could only turn her eyes to Dazai Osamu of this world.

This will never change.

She spoke.

"I know that his death cannot be changed, and I also know that you are not him."

There was a soft gleam in Fuxin Yano's gray-blue eyes.

"It's just that I still want to do something."

"I failed to hold him who embraced death, and I don't want you to choose to pursue the world after death like him."

"Interfering in your life is certainly disgusting to you, but I see you, alone and helpless in a dense crowd, trying to dye yourself in a dark color so that you are no longer empty and blank."

"Every look and every movement of yours is like asking for help from the humans around you. Although you are terrified of them, you still don't give up."

"Although it's very disdainful, I still want to use him to say something to you. In fact, it's more suitable for you to be fresh, hearty and full of vigor."

"So, I still choose to stop your pursuit of death."

Fuxin Yano analyzed his behavior like this, his voice was very shallow, with a slight sense of brokenness.

Osamu Dazai was stunned, his iris-colored pupils unconsciously widened, the corners of his lips were tightly pursed, and his fingertips shrank slightly.

In the sight of Fuxin Yano, he almost wanted to flee in a panic. He controlled his footsteps so that he seemed more natural when he left, but he stopped at the corner of the stairs.

Osamu Dazai stared back at Fushin Yano with his head poking his head, and finally hesitated obviously, and chose to walk back to the table obediently, and picked up the materials on the table.

Osamu Dazai didn't dare to look at Fushin Yano, thanked him obediently, and quickly slipped back to his room.

Fuxin Yano, who stayed in place, blinked, and suddenly there was some fragmentary light in his eyes.

Well, this Dazai is actually not that difficult to deal with?

The above is an illusion.

Dazai Osamu, who slipped back into the room, put the documents on the bedside, threw himself on the bed, and rolled up the quilt.

In the end, there was only one overhanging quilt bag left on the bed.

Osamu Dazai buried himself under the blanket, and what Fushin Yano said just now flashed through his mind from time to time.

His iris-colored eyes were at a loss, but a glimmer of hope could not be suppressed.

Perhaps, you can look forward to...?

He was a little unsure.

He used to have a lot of guesses about Fengxin Yano's purpose.

Just a so-called important person who died, it is impossible to convince him to believe the words of Fushin Yano, but now...

He found that deep in his heart he began to believe.

This is really not a good sign.

Osamu Dazai curled up in the quilt, rolled around on the bed, and finally collapsed like a ball of cat cake.

He lay on the bed, turned his face sideways, his eyes were peaceful.

Really... can you expect it?

He asked himself this question, but couldn't come up with an answer.