Dr. Jishihurensen

"How dare you!"

Genemon Tsushima widened his eyes and waved his hand at Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai flinched subconsciously, and then quickly raised his head again, "Father, I am not wrong, as you can imagine, a fatuous and incompetent man whose greatest purpose of existence is to have children and let his blood survive, except In addition to spending money, the greatest ability is to cause trouble for everyone, have you been standing at the top of this country for a long time?"

"The existence of the V organization, I originally thought it was a person left by an overseas organization in China, but I didn't expect it to come from him... Is it really necessary for such an emperor to continue to exist?"

Tsushima Genemon's slap landed on Osamu Dazai's face.

With a loud bang, Osamu Dazai turned his head away.

He covered his cheek, turned his head slowly, looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, "Father, I am not wrong."

Genemon Tsushima didn't seem to have thought that his slap would actually land on his face, his face turned blue and white, and after a while, he lowered his head slightly, "Whether you did this or not, anyway , It’s my fault for not being able to catch anyone. Don’t worry about the rest of the matter. I’ll ask someone to bring you some ointment later... I’m really doing it for your own good. Xiuzhi, listen to me Bar."

His voice was not high, with a hint of pleading, "I know Ogai is very important to you, but Yokohama is not the only place in this world, and I have to think about the overall situation..."

Osamu Dazai raised his head and smiled, "I know, father, you want to take care of my aftermath, right? I know. Go quickly."

Tsushima Genemon followed Dazai's voice, got up quickly, walked towards the courtyard, and when he reached the door, he went too far. His voice was not high enough for Dazai to hear, "I I'll be back in a minute. You don't go."

Osamu Dazai didn't answer, but just smiled at his father over there.

Tsushima Genemon left quickly, and after a while, the lady who greeted him walked in hesitantly.

She glanced back at the direction outside the door, and then turned her head to look at Osamu Dazai who was still sitting quietly inside the door.

There was some embarrassment in her expression that she didn't know what to use to describe it. After a while, she walked up to Dazai Osamu, knelt down, slightly arched her back, and looked at Dazai Osamu's expression from bottom to top.

"Master...the master is also worried about you.'

Osamu Dazai put down his hand covering his face, and showed a big smile to the woman in front of him, "I know, father is just nervous about me, can you bring me some ointment? It hurts."

With that said, he lowered his hand.

The covered area is obviously red and swollen, and because the skin is too thin, it even looks a little oily.

"Really, it hurts a bit."

Osamu Dazai's gaze was very innocent, and the woman watching was subconsciously a little embarrassed.She nodded to Osamu Dazai, "Well...then I'll give you some ointment, and you wait for me here."

Osamu Dazai smiled at her, "Hurry up, it hurts so much, I'm waiting for you."

"Ai, ai." She replied, and walked away quickly without looking back.

After a while, he walked out from the direction of the door.

The black vehicle was still waiting there, and two men in black hurried up to meet it.

"Mr. Dazai."

Osamu Dazai's emotions seemed to be frozen in ice, his eyes swept over the two people in front of him, "Let's go, I want to get out of here."

"Yes."

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Mori Ogai was wearing a mint-colored lady's kimono, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the clinic.

Because of feigning death to escape, he lived in the small apartment of himself and Fukuzawa Yukichi for half a month and never came back.

The flowers at home should need to be replaced, and there is probably a lot of dust... It's time to go and have a look and clean it up.

Moreover, Fukuzawa told him before that Tayama Hanabou, who had been monitoring the clinic, said that Osamu Dazai had come to the clinic.

Even if the kid found out that he wasn't dead, for his plan, he probably wouldn't have come here at this time.

So... why is it here?

Mori Ogai was slightly worried, turned a corner, and walked towards the clinic.

The two-toothed clogs made a rattling sound on the already solid concrete exposed surface, and the thick hem of the kimono was blown by the wind, bringing a soft wind sound.

It's almost dusk.

Mori Ogai walked slowly and walked around the clinic, and behind him, on the steps that could be called the gate of his house, he saw a black figure lying there.

The man facing the doorway put aside his black suit jacket, wearing a thin shirt and vest, and just lay there majestically by his doorway, looking like a tramp.

Mori Ogai paused, stepped forward to pick up the black coat, and walked forward.

The petite and cute boy in memory has grown into a man who is slightly taller than him, and he has become a big roadblock in front of him.

"Zhikun?" Mori Ogai called softly.

Osamu Dazai didn't move, he raised his hands above his head to protect his head.

"What's wrong?" Mori Ogai pulled back the hem of his kimono, sat beside Osamu Dazai, reached out and put Osamu Dazai's head on his lap, "What happened?"

Osamu Dazai turned around, hugged Mori Ogai's waist, buried his face in his lower abdomen, and refused to speak.

Mori Ogai sighed, feeling secretly, sitting at the door, patted his back lightly, with a helpless smile in his voice, "Why, do you want me to tell you a bedtime story?"

Osamu Dazai hugged Mori Ogai's waist, and said in a muffled voice, "I want to sleep in my arms."

Mori Ogai touched Osamu Dazai's head, "Okay, how about coming to my room? How long have you been lying here? You are already cold."

Osamu Dazai didn't respond, he just rubbed his head against Mori Ogai's hand.

Day two.

When Mori Ogai woke up, Osamu Dazai was still holding his thigh.

He lowered his head and took a look. With his hand inserted into Dazai's soft black hair, he messed up his curly hair while feeling in his heart, when Dazai's character can be as soft as his hair.

At the very least, it’s okay not to be so persistent.

Osamu Dazai followed Mori Ogai's movement and rubbed his hand.

Mori Ogai lowered his head, and his eyes met Osamu Dazai who was apparently sleeping soundly.

"How? Are you in a good mood?"

This sentence seems a bit redundant, after all, Dazai's eyes are shining now, just by looking at it, he can tell how happy he is.

"Yeah, since the teacher has already appeared in front of me in this form, are you ready to become Mrs. Tsushima? I can take you back today, and I can go to the marriage ceremony tomorrow. "

Mori Ogai couldn't help laughing, he messed up his short hair under Osamu Dazai's dissatisfied eyes, and reached out to scratch his long hair, "I know, I know, but I want to be yours." As for Madam, you really need to discuss it with him first, right?"

As he spoke, his eyes turned to the direction of the door.

Osamu Dazai followed Mori Ogai's gaze towards the door.

Fukuzawa Yukichi stood there with a puzzled expression on his face. After a while, he showed a blank look, "What?"

Mori Ogai waved at Fukuzawa Yukichi, Fukuzawa Yukichi frowned, but walked over obediently.

Mori Ogai stood up abruptly, and stopped Fukuzawa Yukichi's waist. Fukuzawa Yukichi did not resist, and followed Mori Ogai's movements and lay down on the bed. His eyes fell on the face of Mori Ogai who was close at hand. The face is unknown.

Mori Ogai nodded lightly to his face, then lowered his head, looked at Osamu Dazai who was still lying on his lap, "Yes, but he must agree."

Osamu Dazai turned over silently and got up.

He looked at the two people lying there and raised his hands.

"Got it, got it, the two of you love each other better than gold, can you?"

As he spoke, he walked out in a murmur. When he went out, he still didn't forget to close the door.

Fukuzawa Yukichi looked at Mori Ogai after Osamu Dazai left.

Mori Ogai had let go of his hand, and lay down with him quietly.

"Tomorrow is the funeral arranged for you by the gangsters."

After finishing speaking, Fukuzawa Yukichi hesitated for a moment, and expressed his doubts.

"Are you really going to attend?"

Mori Ogai turned around, pillowed his arm, and looked at the face that was close at hand.

It's a strange thing that he hasn't gotten tired of seeing this face even though he has seen it for more than ten years.

"Well, since I've said it, I have to do it. What's more, the people who looked at my face and came to help Hong Kong gangsters will probably show up here. If they don't show up in time, they will clarify that I am not dead. It’s going to be difficult in the future.”

As he said, his hand fell on Fukuzawa Yukichi's shoulder, "How about you go with me?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi looked at Mori Ogai for a moment, then nodded. "as long as you are happy."

After a while, he hesitated, "Dazai, is there really no problem?"

Mori Ogai put his hands on his lower abdomen, lying down enough to be described by standards.

"It probably hasn't passed yet, but his character is like this. If it's for his own good, you can't ask too much about his affairs. So, just wait for him to recover."

Fukuzawa Yukichi withdrew his gaze from Mori Ogai, lying side by side with Mori Ogai, looking in the direction of the roof.

It was clearly just a simple decorative plaster line, but it seemed to have some magical power that attracted his attention.

"I see, I will go there with you tomorrow."

Mori Ogai turned around, buried his head on his shoulder, and after a while, smiled.

The years are quiet and good, which is exactly the retirement life he was looking forward to.

The author has something to say: The next chapter is Mori Mori attending Mori Ogai's funeral.

Well, when I wrote this chapter, my mood was really the same as the title, with a touch of warmth