Supernatural ability spring flowers and autumn fall

This time Dazai didn't lie to Shuya like he did two years ago, he did go to the celebration party of Hong Kong and Hei, and then returned to the apartment after it was over.When he came back, the light was on at the entrance of the apartment, and there was no one in the living room, but the flowers on the tea table changed from the morning mist to purple irises. If you listen carefully, you can still hear a little bit from the bedroom. sound of water.

Shu also came back from Oda Sakunosuke about half an hour earlier than Dazai.Having just returned, he rummaged through the apartment vigilantly, confirming that Dazai did not commit suicide in the corner of the apartment under the name of 'Celebration Party' as he did two years ago.After realizing that he had indeed gone out, Shuya breathed a sigh of relief, took out his bathrobe from the small compartment under Dazai's closet that belonged to him, and went into the bathroom.

Perhaps the sound of the shower covered the sound of Dazai's return. When Shuya finished the shower and opened the shower curtain, he found that the yukata hanging on the hook was gone, replaced by a new kimono inside. bag.

Didn't I say that the clothes you just bought can't be worn directly, they need to be washed.

Qiu also looked at the bag and sighed, took the bath towel and wrapped it around his waist, opened the bathroom door and walked out, planning to find another bathrobe from the compartment that belonged to him in the closet and change into it first.

However, the grid where several sets of clothes were originally stored has now become empty.There is no doubt that the clothes in the lattice were taken by another owner of this wardrobe.

Shuya sighed again, turned around and walked to the door of the bedroom to look at the sofa. Generally speaking, Osamu Dazai who hadn't showered would not touch his own bed, but would sit on the sofa that Shuya used to sleep.

There was indeed a figure lying on the sofa, and Qiu looked helplessly at the 18-year-old Osamu Dazai over there, who should have already left the category of being called a teenager, and should be considered a youth.

"Mr. Dazai who kindly bought me new clothes," Shuya teased Dazai with an honorific title, "Can you return my yukata to me?"

"But I've already bought you new clothes, and they're on the hook in the bathroom." Dazai, who found that Shuya had already taken a shower, got up from the sofa and said to the bedroom.

"But the new clothes have to be washed, at least they can be worn tomorrow." Qiuya repeated what he said before, "So where are my old clothes?"

"Well, I'm hiding it." Dazai left this sentence very irresponsibly, then went into the bathroom and closed the door, to clean the smell of alcohol that he brought back from the celebration party.

"..." Shuya looked at the closed bathroom door and was speechless for a while, turned around and began to rummage around a towel as if resigned to his fate, looking for the most likely place to hide his old clothes - the sofa where Dazai was sitting just now.

As the saying goes, wouldn't it be better to be more sincere and less routine!Qiu Ye looked at the sofa where the kimono was not found even after the cushions were lifted up by him, and threw the sofa cushions in his hand on it in frustration, and went back to the bedroom.He stood in front of the closet, stuck his head inside and began to rummage through Dazai's clothes.

I hope Dazai's 15-year-old pajamas haven't been thrown away yet.

Of course, it is impossible to turn over to a 15-year-old 1.5-meter pajamas. After all, that guy can grow ten centimeters a year, and there is no room in the closet for those clothes that don't fit.

Unable to find the smallest size, Qiuya finally took out pajamas that were two sizes larger than himself and put them on. Seeing that the loose pajama pants couldn't hold his waist, Qiuya took a deep breath, and then couldn't bear it anymore. He took the mobile phone from the side, and skillfully sent an email to the Oda number inside, expressing that Dazai bullied him again.

At this time, Dazai came out of the shower, walked directly to his bed from the bathroom, and then collapsed on the bed.

"Dazai, are you drunk?" Shuya put the phone aside, dragged his pajama pants and walked two steps to the bedside to look at Dazai.

"I think I'm fine, after all, I'm not that slug." Dazai responded softly, but his tone seemed a little weak.

"Is it really okay?" Qiuya bent down and touched Dazai's fluffy hair very smoothly, and found that this guy had washed his hair and hadn't dried it before slumping on the bed. He frowned in disapproval, and then from He climbed up to the side of the bed, sat on the edge and wrapped Dazai's head with a towel to wipe his hair.

"I'm just tired of stopping that drunk slug at the celebration party," Dazai said.Although there was no problem with what he said, when Qiu Ye knelt on the bedside and wiped his hair with a towel, he stretched his head over very naturally and lay it on the other's lap, completely unaware that it was Doing this for the first time.

"Huh...?" Shuya, who suddenly felt that he had an extra head on his leg, paused, looked down with doubts on his face, found Dazai's usual expression, and continued to brush his hair, Dazai thought If there is no problem, there is probably no problem.

"That's really hard work for you." Shuya, who couldn't imagine what Dazai said, comforted casually.

"Yeah." Dazai, who was resting on his lap, nodded with his eyes closed, "It's hard work, but after tonight, the chances of partnering with that slug will be reduced."

"I thought that like your Mafia, you wouldn't change partners casually. After all, it's a life-and-death mission." Qiu also expressed his opinion, "Besides, I feel that the two of you should have a tacit understanding."

"That's something that can't be helped, after all, I'm already a cadre now." Dazai said softly.

"A cadre?" Shuya dried Dazai's hair, and put the towel in his hand on the bedside table beside him, "Is it a certain position in your Mafia?"

"Probably one level lower than the leader?" Dazai explained to Shuya.

"Is that so..." Shuya said softly, looking at the 18-year-old Dazai who had become a cadre still on her lap, she didn't continue speaking.

After finding that the atmosphere had become quiet, Osamu Dazai closed his eyes and took Shuya's hand, placed it on his forehead, indicating to continue massaging himself.And Qiu also looked at the young man in front of him who looked a little tired, and obediently stretched out his hands to press his temples.

"Shuya, don't you still like the Mafia?" On the way, Dazai, who originally thought Shuya had fallen asleep, spoke up.

"..." The hand that was massaging Dazai paused, Shuya was silent for a while, then nodded: "Yeah."

"Why?" Dazai asked, obviously his relatives and friends were all Mafia.

Because the mafia casts too many shadows on Qiuya.But this is only one aspect. If you don't like the reason of the mafia now, it should be...

"I just feel... a little involuntary." Qiu Ye replied after thinking about it.Whether it is Grandpa Yasuo who has left the mafia, or Oda Sakunosuke who has always had the belief of "don't kill people", they all bring this feeling to Qiuya.Even the recent Dazai brought a little bit of that feeling to Qiuya.

"Is that so?" Dazai opened his eyes, raised his left hand in front of him, just to cover the moonlight coming in from the window, but the light of the moon still shone on his face along the gap between his fingers, "then you want to Shall I leave there, Shuya?"

"If I can leave, I really want to." Shuya looked at Dazai and nodded in affirmation.

"Why?" Dazai asked.

"Because..." Qiuya lowered his head, looked seriously at his friend who was resting on his lap with light blue eyes, and said, "Because I want Dazai to try more life," instead of being in the port mafia all the time. Work inside.

"In this case, maybe Dazai can find a hope to try to live." Instead of always trying various ways to commit suicide.

Although Qiu also felt that as an ordinary person, he didn't seem to have any interesting things, which would make Dazai more interested.

Such a serious answer made Dazai chuckle, he put his left hand down, looked at the serious expression of Shuya and said with a smile: "As expected of Shuya, I feel completely different from other people of the same age."

However, Osamu Dazai joined the mafia at the beginning to find a reason to survive.Face all kinds of primitive and violent human emotions, and see if you can find the meaning of living from them.

"I'm just an ordinary, 16-year-old man." Shuya retorted.

"A 16-year-old is not a man, Shuya." Dazai said this with a smile on his face, "And Qiuya really feels completely different from my other 16-year-old subordinate in the port mafia. Same."

"I'm really sorry for being so weak." Qiu Ye said in a flat tone, "And you are only 18 years old. Are your subordinates younger than you at only 16 years old?"

"Let's say I joined the mafia when I was 14, so the 16-year-old subordinate is actually not bad." Dazai explained, "Although the subordinate's ability is indeed very powerful, what I said is different, not referring to Qiu It is also related to his level of force. They are all the same age, but the feeling you give me is really completely different."

"Sure enough, you were already a mafia when you met me." Recalling the first time we met in a bookstore, Dazai was already a 14-year-old boy, said Akiya.

"Well, put that aside for now," Dazai skillfully changed the subject, he asked softly, "Does Shuya know that the port mafia members are punished for defecting from the organization?"

"...what is it?"

"It's a very serious punishment." Dazai closed his eyes again, and said in a relaxed tone, "First let the traitor bite the stone steps, and then the executioner kicks the back of the traitor's head from behind, so that the traitor's jaw bone will be kicked off .. tortured and then turned over and shot three times in the chest. If I had defected, maybe that slug would have hung my body outside the port mafia building."

It was the first time Qiuya heard such a horrible punishment, and couldn't help shaking.

"Scary?" Dazai asked softly.

"...Yes." Qiu also nodded, "Then Dazai, it's better not to leave."

"But that way you can definitely die." Dazai's tone returned to normal. "My wish is to die. Isn't this kind of method very good?"

"But this way of dying is too painful. If it hurts so much, Dazai will not be able to bear it, so I don't want it." Shuya said.

"Even if Cho doesn't like the Mafia very much, won't you let me leave?" Dazai asked.

"If Dazai leaves there and has to take such a risk..." Qiuya lowered his voice, "Then I'll work hard and treat the port mafia as an ordinary company."

Think of the place where he works as an ordinary company and his position as an ordinary leader, and then slowly accept this setting.