Healing Moon Call

As soon as he entered the chief's office, Ji Yansheng saw Dazai Osamu lying motionless on the desk, and he didn't respond even when he heard her coming in.

"Xiuzhi?" Ji Yansheng had already asked Nakahara Nakaya to help move all the things into her room, so she was only holding the coffee she made after she came back, and Akutagawa Yin said, "Do not enter at will unless ordered by the leader or on important matters." The chief's office' reason did not come in with her.

Ji Yansheng gently put the expensive and exquisite porcelain cup in his hand on the desk, and walked to Dazai Osamu. On both sides of the desk stacked with a large number of documents, there were completed, unfinished, returned, Unqualified, waiting to be considered and other documents, the middle is cleaned up

Only a piece of paper was placed on it.

This piece of paper records the cause of death of the port mafia leader—'Death of Lonely'. Under this line of text, a big bright arrow is drawn in red ink, pointing directly at the leader lying motionless on the table. , His right index finger is still stained with red ink that hasn't been wiped off. This is not lonely, it is childish.

"The coffee will get cold if you don't drink it quickly?"

Osamu Dazai moved his fingers slightly in response to 'I'd love to drink', but he didn't get up.

Ji Yansheng is like a parent who has no choice but to take advantage of her own child. The young but mature girl can only enter someone's exclusive lounge through the secret door on the side of the chief's office, find a towel, soak it in hot water, and wring it out. With excess moisture, she returned to the office with this hot towel. She glanced at Osamu Dazai who seemed to be still motionless and maintained his posture, and secretly sighed in her heart.

Because of her height and shape, she can't hook Dazai Osamu's hand on the table just by standing, and Dazai Osamu will probably compete with her if she pulls it. Now she is not a mottled sword in this posture at all. As a soldier, his physique alone is no match.

So the mountain is not just me, I come to the mountain, Ji Yansheng got under Dazai Zhi's arms, like climbing a chair, the 125cm girl had some difficulty to sit on Dazai Zhi's lap, and pushed the upper body of the person from his arms, Finally, he was able to catch the hand of Osamu Dazai.

Wipe the hands and hands of Dazai Zhi, a naive guy, with a warm towel. Ji Yansheng raised his head and looked at this expressionlessly. Finally, after she wiped his hands, he stopped pretending to be dead and straightened his back for some reason. The naive ghost covered his face with his hands, and said unhappily, "Is there something wrong?"

"No...no, it's nothing..." This guy's voice was trembling but he said nothing. He took a few deep breaths calmly, and after confirming that his facial expression had calmed down and there was no smirk, he slowly put down his hands. Hugging the little girl in her arms with a pitiful face, "My work efficiency will be low without Nana! Quickly look at the documents on the table! Half of them have not been processed yet!"

Ji Yansheng's eyes were dead, but his movements were very gentle to help him straighten the loose and slightly messy bandage wrapped around his right eye because he had been lying on the table all the time: "Obviously before I came to Hong Kong, I was able to fix the big liar by myself very quickly. Are you done?"

"Eh——because there was no Nana at that time, and I had nothing else to do except work." Dazaizhi lowered his head obediently and let Ji Yansheng help him tidy up the bandages. The bandages wrapped around his right eyes would inevitably touch them. At the back of his head, Osamu Dazai didn't feel any discomfort and rejection, the exposed eye was always smiling, and the gloomy iris color was filled with what can be called a soft temperature.

"Xiuzhi is serious, don't use me as an excuse, and I didn't help you at all at work, right?" Ji Yansheng's movements of arranging the bandages were only a little jerky at first, but soon became proficient. She didn't ask Dazai Why did Zhi wear one eye, whether that eye was injured or something else, as if she knew why from the beginning.

"If Nana wants to help, I'd be happy too." Seeing Ji Yansheng put down his hand, Dazai Zhizhi blinked, and the bandage on his face returned to a comfortable position for him, allowing him to release his arms and hug the angel in his arms, chin On top of her hair.

"What color does Shuji like?"

【What colour do you want? 】

Osamu Dazai was slightly taken aback, the soft, waxy and light voice of the girl in his arms overlapped with the more mature and clear female voice like an auditory hallucination.

[It's black. 】

"It's black."

Osamu Dazai's tone became softer and softer, different from the spoiled Dazai who answered in a casual tone, his answer was so cautious that he almost trembled unconsciously.

The girl stopped talking about what color she liked, but sat on his lap and began to further sort out and review the documents on the desk.

"Xiu Zhi, this sign is wrong."

"Eh?"

"It's 'Nanai' signed! You fool! Careless!" The girl puffed up her cute bun face, and Osamu Dazai struggled to look away from the angel in his arms to the boring document, probably because of that. All I can think about is 'when will Nana come back', so it's not entirely his fault, right?

Although he was being scolded, Osamu Dazai's heart was bubbling with beauty. He rubbed his chin against the top of the girl's hair. It can move, just like a lazy cat that pokes and moves.

"Did Zhikun take a good look at the materials submitted by the guerrilla leader Atsushi Nakajima?"

The girl suddenly calmed down and was as calm as the leader Ms. Mori's tone directly aroused Osamu Dazai to tremble.

"Speaking of which, I've never met this Nakajima Atsu-kun. Judging from the content, he should be a highly valued and trusted subordinate, Zhi-kun?"

Ruined.

The reason why Osamu Dazai hid the existence of Atsushi Nakajima from his own Nana was not because Nakahara Chuya thought that he had a little conscience, and he was not going to let Nana get in touch with the dark side of the port mafia so soon, but because Atsushi Nakajima could be said to be a Mori One of Ms. O'Neison's favorite children, because she spent a long time in an orphanage or an abusive life in her childhood, and Dun, who was also the youngest, naturally became the child that Ms. Sen paid the most attention to later. .

Whether it's because of his ability to transform into a tiger or because he is obviously the youngest but more sensible than his senior brothers, the leader, Ms. Mori, is always pampering people in the palm of her hand, and Osamu Dazai who has books doesn't know How many times did Yuedun hurt their Yuedun that month.

Some people can't see anything on the surface, but in fact, the lemons they eat secretly are so sour that the plasmodium is separated.

And what he did to Atsushi Nakajima... just the thorny collar is enough to make Miss Mori so angry that she can draw her sword all the way, right?

The little girl was silent for a long time. After checking the signed document, she put it in the completed pile without any abnormality. However, sometimes the most abnormal thing is that there is no abnormality.

"Nana..."

"Xiuzhi, no matter what you're thinking right now, I want to remind you of one thing—we've only known each other for a week." The girl smiled slightly, and a sparkle of water-like light flashed faintly in her purple eyes. It faded from her eyes like a mist in the blink of an eye, "So it's ridiculous that I'm not angry at all, but happy that you're hiding something from me...Did you get scared just now?"

"...I'm scared." Dazai Osamu stopped talking, he was afraid that if he spoke again, he would be choked up crying.

"That's great, this is a small punishment for Xiu Zhi."

He had waited for this day for too long, so long that he was almost numb and lost any confidence and expectation. Looking at the ruthless and indifferent writing on the book with pale warm words that they would never be able to really touch, he almost said that Every word and every sentence I utter is regarded as a motto that allows me to continue to live in this world, and even gives me the idea of ​​canceling my plan.

—He wants to live longer.

Such an idea is ridiculous to Osamu Dazai, who was resolutely going to die to fulfill his pure white ideal from the very beginning, and he was reluctant to hand over this hot book to the next generation for a while.

Until that day when the words on the book disappeared, Osamu Dazai suddenly noticed something. He escaped from the towering building of the port mafia as if he was chasing something. Go straight to the Tsurumi River where 'Osamu Dazai' and 'Mori Ona' met.

Kaguya Ji arrived, she was sitting on the bench by the river in such a demure and gentle manner, looking at the sparkling river surface, even the river surface under the sun was not as brilliant as the purple in her eyes.

The book is blank, and what will be written on it will be the story between them.

[Mr. Strange, you have a 'please come with me' expression on your face, do I look like a child who is so easily abducted? 】After realizing that he was about to jump into the river angrily, she said with a helpless smile:【Just kidding, in fact, I have nowhere to go now, please this kind gentleman take me in. 】One day, a lady doctor in her 20s picked up eight-year-old Osamu Dazai from Tsurumigawa.

One day, a gangster leader in his 20s picked up eight-year-old Mori from Tsurumigawa.

The reversed roles remain essentially unchanged.

Osamu Dazai was the one being held back.

He hugged the girl in his arms tightly, and buried his head deeply into her shoulder. He seemed to be too tall and she was too petite, making him like a big wounded cat curled up, almost unable to see what was hidden by him. The milk cat in his arms, whose straight and resolute back finally showed the essential confusion and helplessness, bent down.

Don't leave me alone to live in this oxidized and dirty world, please hold me tightly so that even if I cover my eyes, cover my ears, and lock my throat, I can go all the way without injury or pain Forward, until the world has been renewed with your efforts, as gorgeous as fireworks blooming in the night sky, as dreamy as luminous jellyfish floating in the deep sea, as energetic as a sunflower facing the sun.

She is like pointing at your heart and telling you that even if you seal the voice of your heart screaming "Help me" in a black box that isolates any sound, and throw it into the bottom of the bottomless black sea, she can still feel it And mercilessly pierced: "It has always been there, it has not disappeared, and it has not faded away."

A coward does not have the courage to face it directly, so someone needs to push him to face it firmly but gently.

One person can't do it, but two people can.

"Shuji is like a child."

When did his eyes fill with tears, and the teardrops couldn't stop falling down, as if he wanted to vent all the grievances and fears that he hadn't cried out for more than 20 years. What is ushered in is either self-destruction or an outbreak of madness.

Osamu Dazai has always acquiesced that he is the former.

The girl's tiny hands didn't have time to dry his tears. Fortunately, there was a towel that hadn't been put back before. She took the towel and wiped the tears of the childish coward who was so choking and choking. Her expression was more focused and serious than crying in front of her. A poor adult is much more reliable.

She is a little adult, he is a big child.

"Nai Nai, what if someone bullies me?"

How can someone bully you?Her eyes brightly expressed this meaning. Seeing his aggrieved lips, the little girl quickly patted her chest and said sincerely: "Then I will find you back! Bully back!"

Childish questions, childish answers.

——Osamu Dazai and Mori's way of getting along is one question and one answer.

The author has something to say: [Author]:

In the past few days, I am going to go through the full text and carefully change the words and sentences. If you see "update" when it is not the update time, don't worry about it. The update time is at [-]:[-] every morning. Everyone knows it, right?

So in the past few days, there are no chats and small theaters. I need a period of time to focus on writing. If you want to chatter, you can tell me in the comment area. The dialogue in the last article is No. 16. Lisen A conversation between Miss and Yuezai, the real "no comparison, no harm".