After rebirth, should my surname be Nakahara or Dazai?

"Daddy, let's go home."

"what."

I:"……"

I poked my head over in doubt, wanting to take a closer look at what this young lady looked like. Just as I turned my head, a pink envelope appeared in front of me. I blinked and raised my head.

"Who gave this?"

I turned my head and looked at Akutagawa, planning to make a mistake: "Aunt, I said it was Akuta. Believe me. Otherwise, who do you think? Who would send you such a letter?"

Akutagawa looked down at the powdery envelope in his hand again, and frowned: "This kind of letter?"

As I nodded, I took off the headset in my ear, hoping that sister Higuchi on the other side would be strong.

"dad?"

Behind Akutagawa, Masata tugged on the ribbon of his windbreaker, carefully showing his face from behind.

Curiously, I turned my head to look over, and for a moment my eyes widened like brass bells: "It's you?"

Xiao Zhengtai was also very surprised when she saw me, but it was only for a moment, and then she smiled sweetly in the next second, and called out in a milky voice: "Hello, sister."

I came back to my senses and tugged at the wig on my head. When I ran to the Ganghei Building to pick up Higuchi’s sister’s love letter, I put on a wig to prevent Alice from bumping into me.But I still think that this little brat should have recognized me.

"Dad, are you still going back? I'm sleepy..."

As the little kid said, he really yawned, rubbed his eyes, and fell to one side as if he couldn't stand up anymore.

I looked at the sky, and it was only three or four o'clock. I never went to bed so early when I was a child. There is something wrong with you, little brother—is there something wrong with your body that makes you sleepy so early? At that time, I was a black man from Hong Kong. Isn't this the moment when you grab something in your hand and run the most vigorously...

"gone."

Akutagawa said something to me, glanced at the child beside him, put the letter in his pocket, put his hands in the pocket, and left.

I didn't realize it for a while, but when I came back to my senses, I shouted behind Akutagawa: "Hey, Mr. Rabbit, you must remember to read that love letter, that letter—!"

Akutagawa was as cold as ever, and walked straight forward without paying attention to me. The child behind him pulled his belt and followed him at a trot. Akutagawa didn't care, just walked forward by himself.

I rubbed my chin with my hand in the back, thinking about the father who is just like this, and seeing that the father who is a little taller than my family is not reliable, this child is not a wronged illegitimate child, probably it can only be a cheap child posted upside down .

I was thinking about it, but the little lady suddenly turned around, smiled at me, pointed to her left cheek, and finally threw a small kiss with her index finger and middle finger.

I was stunned for a moment to react, and touched my left cheek with my hand, remembering the unexpected kiss last time.Good boy, you really recognized it, didn't you, and you pretended to say "Hello sister" to me, pretending that I wouldn't expose you, didn't you?

I rolled my eyes silently, the two had already crossed the street, walked across the street and left in opposite directions.

I turned on my phone to check the time and decided to buy some desserts before going back.

Ah, I forgot to trick Mr. Rabbit after sending the love letter, alas, I can only pay the bill myself, which makes the family that is not rich even worse...

……

"click"

"I am back."

"Ah, Sakura-chan is back. Why is it so late today, where did you go to play again?"

I took off my shoes, deliberately came back so late because I didn’t want to meet her face to face, and took a deep breath to suppress my ancestral ventriloquism, but this time, the smell of perfume around me entered my lungs, almost sending me to heaven.

I took off my shoes and walked inside. The woman was kneeling on the tatami and sipping tea, and there was a group photo of our family of three on the table next to her.

"Sakura-chan, what did you buy back? Don't waste the money at home. Mom and Dad work very hard to make money."

I took a small breath, do you really think that what I said, "making things worse for families that are not well-off" is true?Do you know how many cards Zhongyuan's father gave me in the drawer at Zhongyuan's house?Do you know how much I am worth as a temporary cadre in Hong Kong and black?Do you know how much assets I have in my personal account?

Don't trust the "poor" in other people's mouth, it is just "poor" in their eyes.

I rolled my eyes, let out a "hum", decided to ignore her, and went back to the room to look for Violet sauce with the little cake I bought.

"Sakura sauce, you...have an older brother?"

I stopped and looked over suspiciously.

The woman put down her teacup, picked up the photo frame on the table, and pointed at Zhong Yuan's father: "He's quite handsome."

I pulled a smile away, not knowing what to say, just thinking, if I tell Papa Zhongyuan that someone recognizes you as Osamu Dazai's son - what will happen to you?

I nodded my head to myself, and began to think about when Zhongyuan's father came back from this business trip.

"Although he is handsome, but his height is not good. This is almost the cutest height difference with Mr. Dazai. How old are you? Can you still grow?"

I nodded again, very good, I also wrote this down for Zhong Yuan's father, the key words conveyed are "Dazai" and "height", I remembered it.

In view of the fact that this woman might still utter wild words, I turned around, strode into the room, and closed the door with a "bang".

"It's really boring. But after taking so many intimate photos of father and son, why didn't he bring his daughter and sister with him? This family is really strange. Well, Mr. Dazai is just as good as he is handsome."

— This is what I heard within seconds of opening and closing the door, and I noted it down.

I went back to the room, put the little cake on the ground, jumped onto the bed, and didn't want to move as soon as I collapsed.

"Too tao tao..."

I turned my head, and Violet-chan beside me was typing on a machine.I turned over and crawled to the end of the bed: "Violet-chan? Aren't you on vacation and still working?"

"No." Violet-chan didn't look at me, she was still typing on the machine, "Someone said they saw him... I want to write a letter and ask if it's true."

I sat up suddenly: "Really?!"

For the world of Violet-chan, the memory entry has been completed, and now there is only the last finishing memory of the fourth world.So now, I know what she's referring to.

I sat on the bed and watched Violet-chan sitting upright, meticulously tapping out characters one by one with the mechanical hand.I closed my eyes, clasped my hands together, spread them out, and took out the notebook.

I supported the bed with one hand, leaned out, and handed the notebook to Violet-chan: "Look, Violet-chan, it's been so many years."

After the memory is fully recorded, I already know why Violet-chan stared at the notebook without saying a word when I was looking for stolen goods in the alley.

The "click" sound stopped, Violet-chan turned around and took the book, and started to turn the pages.

"No." After a while, Violet-chan seemed to have finally turned to that page, "Same as before, no reply."

I gently slid out of bed, sat next to Violet-chan, and put my hand on her shoulder: "That's not right. Either he has no attachment, or - he is still alive."

Violet-chan turned her head to look at me, there was a little gleam in the lake-blue eyes.

I laughed out loud, sat on the ground and crawled directly to the side of the little cake, and held it up for Violet-chan to see: "No matter what, desserts can bring a good mood, Violet-chan."

"Sakura sauce, I think, after tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, after recording the memory of the fourth world, then..."

"Go and see him, we will definitely see you." I held up a small cake and smiled, and the girl opposite finally opened her eyebrows.

"Come, come, let's eat, no one will give, we will eat up!"

I began to struggle to unpack the gorgeous packaging of the small cake.

"Where's Mr. Dazai? Did you find it?"

As I opened it, I curled my lips: "How could I find it? Yokohama is like his home, he can sleep anywhere. I don't bother to care about him, anyway, he won't die."

I tugged angrily, and the package was finally torn open by me.

"Has Sakura-chan ever worried about this situation?"

"What's the matter?" I took out the cake, dipped some cream on my hands, and put my fingers in my mouth, "Ah, you said he was looking for a stepmother for me?"

I was immediately happy: "Violet-chan is really, how is this possible. He—" I paused, "He is the only one in all the worlds I have experienced, the most— A man who is not suitable for marriage."

"If he hadn't met my cheap daughter in his life, he probably wouldn't have been buried in the end." I took the plastic knife I gave and started cutting the cake.

Violet-chan sat opposite, lowered her head in thought, and raised her head after a while, still very puzzled.

"Don't be so entangled." I cut a piece of cake and handed it over, put down the knife and sat upright, "He is a person who lives with half truth and falsehood, who knows whether this sentence is sincere or designed?" So, he himself is unwilling to really get close to others, and he is unwilling to open his heart to others. This is something that no one can do. And..."

I took a breath and continued: "He can't give his family the sense of security and security that can comfort them the most. He is not suitable for marriage."

"..."

Violet held the small cake and ate it bite by bite. I finally picked up a piece of cake on the ground, and put a pinch of cream into my mouth with a fork. His nerves jumped with excitement all of a sudden.

"Well, what does it matter?"

I forked a large piece of cake and prepared to put it in my mouth: "This kind of person still has my daughter, and I don't need him to give me any sense of security. After all, I am not the only father. Ahhh. "

I chewed on the cake in my mouth, and nuzzled my chin at the head of the bed facing Violet. Above the head of the bed, there was a wedding photo hanging.

I swallowed the cake, raised my index finger to Violet-chan, and said closer, "I also have a father, a man who I think is most suitable for marriage after experiencing so many worlds!"

Violet-chan watched me raise my eyebrows triumphantly at her, then looked at the photo on the bedside, and nodded knowingly.

I giggled, sometimes, Yuan, it’s really wonderful—a man who is the least suitable for marriage will often fall into the hands of another man who is the most suitable for marriage.

Hush—this is a secret, not to be passed on.

good night.