Port Mafia Play House

When Hayakawa walked out of the Ganghei Building in August and saw his eyes shining, Osamu Dazai had an ominous premonition.

However, in the Hong Kong black information, this person's orientation is obviously a mature big sister with bumps and bumps?

In Dazai Osamu's limited 14-year life, he has never encountered such inexplicable, strong and sincere enthusiasm.

He silently asked, "Can I refuse?"

August smiled and dragged out a long tone: "No—oh!"

Osamu Dazai: "..."

When the strength gap between you and the opponent is too large, it is meaningless to resist.

Osamu Dazai has already seen a bunch of cases of "Yokohama Reaper Agency" picking up troublesome patients from the materials, and he doesn't want to experience it again.

August drove to the nearest department store, took Dazai Osamu and plunged into the clothing area, excitedly sweeping all the way.

Osamu Dazai experienced much of a similar passion.

When you still have use value, the kindness around you is as cheap as running water in the mountains, and when you lose the use value, these kindnesses will disappear like running water.

However, the enthusiasm of Hayakawa August seems to be different from them.

"How about this set?"

August was carrying a set of black cat fleece one-piece pajamas, and excitedly swayed the cat's tail on the clothes.

In the next second, his eyes lit up, and he ran in another direction.

"But this set of pajamas is also very cute! Or is it this set? Ah, this set! This set is very suitable for going out every day..."

Osamu Dazai: I don’t know if it’s still too late for me to commit suicide on the spot?

Osamu Dazai asked seriously: "Do you think it is better to commit suicide by jumping off a building, or is it less painful to commit suicide by jumping into the water?"

However, he didn't get an answer - when he looked up, the person he was questioning had already walked a long way, walked into the sportswear area with great interest, and began to pick out good-looking sneakers.

Osamu Dazai: Listen to me!

As a self-talking king, Osamu Dazai finally met someone who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him today.

Ahhh, so troublesome...

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes, covering the darkness that was sinking in his eyes.

Better to commit suicide.

After a long silence, the black-haired boy sighed, raised his footsteps, and followed up again.

Hayakawa walked around the mall three times in August, bought all kinds of daily necessities, including toothbrushes, teacups, towels and underwear, and replaced Osamu Dazai's mafia-inspired shirt and windbreaker with trendy sports and leisure clothes.

Black short sleeves decorated with silver-gray dark patterns, paired with white overalls shorts, the style is simple and elegant. Osamu Dazai stepped on comfortable and breathable sneakers, looked at himself in the mirror, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

So, what the hell is he here for?

Osamu Dazai imagined many possible scenarios—he and Hayakawa August tried each other, or were hostile to each other, and even briefly reached a consensus to work together to resist Mori Ogai... But he never thought that he would really be "taken care of" .

Isn't that just a rhetoric?

Did he really take it seriously?

Osamu Dazai walked out of the fitting room and was praised sincerely by August.

"This set looks good!" He said with a smile, "Our Dazai looks good, so it looks good in anything..."

Osamu Dazai: "..."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." August smiled apologetically, "I accidentally went shopping—you must be hungry, let's go eat now."

"What do you like to eat?"

With a bit of grief and indignation, but also a bit of despair, Osamu Dazai said heavily.

“Crab Meat Hot Pot!”

Crabs must be food that has been exiled from heaven.

Dazai thought so.

"I want a grilled crab set meal, crab meat hot pot, two crab meat bowls with steamed eggs, five crab meat fried skewers, and one crab meat ax steamed rice..."

Osamu Dazai ordered a bunch of them as if chanting scriptures on purpose, far exceeding his appetite. Finally, he closed the menu and ordered triumphantly.

"Everything needs king crab, Miss Waiter..."

However, when he raised his head, the person opposite did not show any pain in his face.

"Gah..." Osamu Dazai frowned, "It's boring..."

August almost laughed out loud, and took the menu he ordered: "I just want a pot of jasmine tea, thank you."

Osamu Dazai regained his energy, "I won't give you what I ordered!"

August nodded, "I'm not hungry yet..."

Osamu Dazai: "..."

No oil and salt.

he thought in a daze.

This person is the most annoying.

The first thing to serve is the steamed egg in a crab meat bowl. The steamed egg melts in the mouth, and the crab meat on it is covered with a layer, which is tender and smooth.

As expected of a high-end crab dish.

Osamu Dazai was slightly cured.

"It seems that Mr. Mori's salary is very generous." Osamu Dazai said in confusion, "Mr. Hayakawa..."

August smiled and looked at him almost dotingly: "Just call me August."

"... "

Osamu Dazai was at a loss for words.

He has dealt with many people. Among these people, some flattered him for the sake of profit, and some threatened him. They tried to determine the value of each other's use, but no matter what, they always maintained a distance that was neither far nor close. .

Not a friend, nor an enemy, he wandered among the crowd, but there was always a vacuum around him—no one ever wanted to come in, and he never thought about letting anyone in.

But August broke that distance.

In other words, he has never met such a self-talking and cheeky existence like Hayakawa August.

Dazai quickly adjusted his tone.

"No, Mr. Hayakawa sounds more comfortable!"

"Really..." August said indifferently, "Then call Mr. Hayakawa."

Osamu Dazai: "..."

This person can kill the world.

Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes, and moved the bottom line of the test inward, "Since Mr. Mori has given you such a good salary—then there is no harm for Mr. Hayakawa to continue to be Mr. Mori's subordinate, is there?"

The expression of the person opposite finally changed.

Osamu Dazai was stunned when he saw the young man opposite, then lowered his eyes and smiled.

He said: "So this is the purpose of your coming here, help Mr. Sen to convince me to cooperate in the assassination of the current leader?"

Osamu Dazai pretended not to understand: "What are you talking about? I'm just asking Mr. Hayakawa about his willingness to change jobs."

"That's it..." Hayakawa said bluntly in August, "I am very satisfied with my current job, and I have no intention of changing jobs at all."

"Eh——" Osamu Dazai was not discouraged, "But, for Mr. Hayakawa, there is not much difference between these two jobs, right?"

Since they can all be directors of underground clinics, why can't they just join the gangsters?

August smiled without saying a word, picked up the teacup, and took a sip of water.

"Dazai, have you ever seen a pink sunset?"

His face was full of nostalgia, and he spoke very slowly, as if he was describing a scene he had seen somewhere.

"It was when the sun was about to set, at the border between day and night, sometimes the sky seemed to change color in an instant, faint, pink, like an overturned brush holder, very meandering, gorgeous and romantic color."

"But once the sun has completely set, it will be dark. Of course, the night is also very beautiful, with shining stars, or a cold full moon-but, that beautiful pink, you can't see it anymore."

The young man lowered his eyes, and the mist in the teacup slowly rose, enveloping his expression.

"I have a younger brother. When I picked him up, he was eight years old and I was 12 years old."

"He is really cute, sensible and obedient, although sometimes a little irritable, but he is always sincere for my good..."

"Dazai, do you know how much it costs to raise a child?" August raised the corners of his mouth helplessly, "I calculated, including expenses before the age of 8, until he graduates from college, if I want to give him a good enough Life... needs at least 3000 million as a base."

"Living in this world, most of the time, you don't choose the path you want to go forward, but fate forces you to make a choice."

"I think, you should already have a deep understanding of this."

He smiled and said: "Although it's a pity, I don't regret it. This pink is very beautiful. My life is very happy now, and I have no intention of leaving for the time being."

Osamu Dazai listened quietly, with unknown emotions rolling in his kite-colored eyes.

"Mr. Hayakawa, you are... a strange person."

After a long time, he chuckled lightly and paused every word.

"Forced to choose the dusk, but, are you pursuing ordinary happiness?"

"But—" Dazai Osamu's eyes became sharper, and the unresolved gloom rolled in his eyes, "Mr. Hayakawa, did you kill someone?"

Osamu Dazai has seen Hayakawa's resume in August, and it can be said to be brilliant.

It is not easy to maintain a clinic in a gray area. When there are no rules, whoever has a hard fist is the master.

Majesty is bought with blood.

Behind those cold and mechanical records, there are fresh lives one after another, the destruction of one organization after another, and the disaster of one family after another.

He mocked: "I pursue ordinary happiness, but at the same time destroy the happiness of others. Mr. Hayakawa, the so-called twilight hour is just a way of self-deception."

"The beautiful pink can only last for a short moment, and the night is eternal—and Mr. Hayakawa, who has already stepped into the darkness with half his body, has already lost the opportunity to pursue that kind of happiness, right?"

"In the dark, but staring at the pink afterglow, talking nonsense about wanting to stay there forever, in fact, it is simply a mirage fantasy-even if you get it? It's just a leaf in the wind, a sail in the sea, something that may be subverted at any time ah."

He laughed sarcastically.

"Mr. Hayakawa... Don't you think it's absurd to talk about ordinary happiness?"

In the restaurant with warm yellow lights, the air seemed to freeze.

Looking at him in August, the smile on his face didn't change at all, as if these words were not about himself.

"Yes..." He nodded, "It's really ridiculous."

"... "

Osamu Dazai stared into his eyes for a long time—those dark red eyes still smiled gently, without any change.

As if his strength had been taken away suddenly, his shoulders sank, his head lowered slightly, and his bangs covered his expression.

Those iris eyes quickly faded to gray.

"Mr. Hayakawa..." he murmured, "Is there really any value in living in this world?"

After eating, Hayakawa August drove Dazai Osamu back.

The two of them didn't speak any more along the way, Dazai Osamu didn't worry about whether what he said offended or not, but felt a little happy that he finally won a victory in the "showdown" with Hayakawa August.

Osamu Dazai hummed a ditty all the way, drove the car into the garage in August, found a parking space and stopped.

Osamu Dazai got out of the car, only to find that the entire underground garage——only one car was parked.

Before he could turn his head, he was hugged gently from behind.

Dazai's eyes widened slightly.

He flung himself subconsciously like an electric shock, and got out of that embrace.

He raised his head.

In the empty underground garage, a young man with white hair and red eyes bent down, his naturally smiling eyes drooped slightly, as if full of sadness.

Osamu Dazai didn't know what he was sad about, but his intuition told him that it had something to do with him.

The young man took his hand, the temperature of the fingertips was gentle and tolerant.

He said, "Dazai, let's go home."