Natsume's Little Mister

Degrees and seconds are like years.

While waiting for the call to be connected, Osamu Dazai was in a state of confusion, and his expression management was completely out of control.

If you look closely, you will find that his chest does not rise and fall at all, which is the expression of being so tense that he is completely holding his breath.

After a few seconds so long that Osamu Dazai felt terrified, the call was connected.

"Hello, this is Oda Sakunosuke."

When the familiar voice sounded from the opposite side, Osamu Dazai's eyes gradually turned red.

Odasaku on the opposite side seemed to be busy with something, so he picked up the phone without looking at the number.

Osamu Dazai quickly covered his eyes, but the corners of his mouth curled up in an undisguised arc.

His Adam's apple rolled, but he couldn't speak.

There was a silence during the call.

"Hello, who? What's the matter?" Oda Saku continued to ask.

Natsume raised his head from the brochure, and called out in doubt, "Dazai?"

"Dazai?" Someone on the other side of the phone seemed to be surprised by this name, and there was a series of sounds of objects falling to the ground and glasses breaking.

Osamu Dazai returned Natsume with a conciliatory smile, then eased his agitation to the point of aphasia, holding the phone and showing a sincere smile, with a clear and clear brow.

He raised his naturally smiling lips, and said cheerfully to the shocked Oda Saku on the opposite side: "Oh, oh, Oda Saku, I didn't expect it to be me!"

On the other side of the phone, Odasaku heard his cheerful voice, but he couldn't be happy anyway.

The tense string in his heart collapsed in an instant, and he covered his face, revealing a deep sadness.

"Dazai, are you calling me from hell?" he asked with difficulty.

Although he knew that only hell could get through his phone, Odasaku still asked with a glimmer of hope. He hoped that Osamu Dazai, the only close friend he cared about before his death, could be redeemed in this world and live a good life.

"Of course it's in hell~" Dazai Osamu's tone was wavy, and then he seemed to realize Odasaku's worry.

Avoiding people, no, ghosts, whispering to Oda Tsukuru: "But I came in with other people, he got the VIP card of hell, he can bring one person in, so I came here. I'm still alive, Not dead."

Although I have been looking for death, but I have not succeeded, have I?

Oda was stunned for a moment, not knowing what a VIP card was, but after hearing Osamu Dazai say that he was not dead, but just came to hell with others, his collapsed mentality stuck again.

"That's good, where are you? I'll go find you." Oda Saku walked out from behind the desk, opened the door and made a few gestures to his boss, Ghost Lamp, to signal him to go out.

Lord Ghost Lantern is a handsome young man with a serious look. He has the aggravated version of dark circles under the eyes that are typical of workaholics. He nodded and picked up a piece of paper with "three days of overtime" written on it.

Oda Zuo was speechless for a moment, and made an "ok" gesture, and then Lord Guideng nodded in relief, indicating that he can go.

On the other end of the phone, Osamu Dazai looked around and answered his question:

"Probably in Santuchuan, there are ghosts here who are distributing new ghost manuals."

"Okay, I see, here we come." Odasaku said.

The phone didn't hang up, there was a moment of silence.

"Odasaku..." Osamu Dazai hesitated to speak.

He slowly put away the smile on his face, looked at the rushing red Santu River in the distance, with a blank expression, and a fragility flashed in his eyes.

Oda Tsukuru was running, he slowed down and asked, "What's wrong?"

Dazai Osamu didn't speak for a long time, Oda Saku waited patiently, only the friction sound from his running could be heard in the microphone.

"I..." Osamu Dazai just stood there, standing on the edge of hell that stretched as far as the eye can see, raised his head with a forbearing and sad expression.

There seems to be an old scene in front of my eyes——

In the Lupine bar, he jokingly told Odasaku that he wanted to make a kind of hard tofu, the kind that could be bumped into and instantly over.

He tried many times, but was still unsatisfied. In his teens, he puffed his cheeks and childishly swore to Oda: "I will definitely be able to make it! I will make it for you to try."

"Okay, I'll wait." Oda Saku responded, with a conniving smile on his precocious face.

As a result, this "waiting" continued until Oda Saku died because of the mimic incident, but it did not wait.

"The firm tofu I promised has been made, do you want to try it?" Osamu Dazai asked softly, with an uncontrollable sob in his voice.

Odasaku felt the softest in his heart, and the other party was stabbed violently.

That's right, the agreement he made with Dazai during his lifetime has not yet been fulfilled.

Did Dazai remember it until now?

"Taste!" Odasaku replied affirmatively.

On the other side, Osamu Dazai heard that the tears on his face finally couldn't stop, falling from the corners of his eyes drop by drop.

Oda made a wry smile, and quickened his pace. Osamu Dazai is such a special child. He seems cynical and careless, but in fact he remembers everything and firmly remembers everything.

Above hell, the gray sky seemed to be pressed down from the sky, pressing down heavily on his heart and hurting him.

"Master Oda!"

Along the way, all the hell staff greeted Odasaku who was in a hurry, but Odasaku, who was always a good man, just nodded perfunctorily this time and left.

Looking at his flying sand-colored short windbreaker, the little ghosts scratched their heads in confusion, not knowing why.

"Did Oda-sama encounter any emergency?"

No, it's just that I desperately want to see my best friend.

In the distance, Odasaku could see the Santu River.

Going against the ghost flow, he crossed the bridge.

Under the bridge, on the opposite side of the Santu River, the new ghosts crowded together, making a noise like three thousand ducks "quack quack".

Where is Dazai?he thought to himself.

"Oda Saku—" He vaguely heard a familiar voice.

Across the sea of ​​ghosts, he saw Dazai Osamu who seemed to be talking with Duoyipo under the willow tree.

Different from the black clothes in port Mafia, Osamu Dazai is now wearing a long sand-colored trench coat, a blue and white striped shirt with a small black waistcoat, a lively Pollock bow tie on the neckline, and a pair of A pair of white casual suit pants.

Odasaku looked at the azure blue gemstone on Osamu Dazai's bow tie and felt his eyes, and saw his windbreaker with the same sand color, and sighed silently in his heart.

Dazai Osamu was still waving at him under the bridge, beside him stood a boy in dark blue kimono and a woman in white clothes.

"Dazai!" Oda Saku finally squeezed out from the crowd of ghosts and stood in front of Dazai Osamu, looking at his face that was much wider than before and his height already surpassing him, he felt as if he had passed away.

He was feeling emotional when Osamu Dazai suddenly hugged him tightly.

Oda:? ? ?

When did Dazai become so enthusiastic?While wondering, he returned Dazai Osamu's long-lost reunion hug.

Osamu Dazai got off him covering his face, a little closed.

I have just separated from my body and exist in the form of a soul, but it is the first time and the first day I have been active in this state. Although it seems that there is nothing wrong with walking and talking, when I am excited, the unfamiliar body It is difficult to control.

Simply put, action is faster than brain.

Ahhhhhh, he said that he doesn't like hugging men!A series of bullet screens flashed in Osamu Dazai's mind.

However, if it's Odasaku... forget it, make an exception.

A lot of the above information flashed through Dazai Osamu's mind, and then he rubbed his face, and his eyes fell on Odasaku.

After looking up and down for a long time, making sure he looked all right, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Just before Oda Saku came, he was inquiring about him with Duoyipo, and now seeing that the other party is well, the big stone in his heart finally came down.

Ignoring the embarrassing incident just now, he was finally in the mood to joke around.

Osamu Dazai raised the brand new "New Ghost Handbook" in his hand, with a sly expression on his face: "Did you write this for Oda?"

Odasaku's throat choked, and he looked away slightly unnaturally and said, "Eh, it's because of livelihood."

"Then do you write novels?" Dazai Osamu was extremely curious, his kite-colored eyes were round and round, and he was extremely cute.

The biggest dream of Oda Saku during his lifetime was to find a small house by the sea and write a book quietly. I don’t know if he has achieved this dream in hell.

Oda Saku glanced at Natsume who heard "writing a novel" automatically read it, and affirmed softly.

"Wow, can I take a look?" Osamu Dazai suddenly became excited.

Odasaku felt that his face was going to burn, but seeing the sincere and expectant eyes of his best friend, he finally said in shame: "I'll show it to you later."

Osamu Dazai frowned, took out a stack of papers from his pocket, handed it to Oda Tsukuru and said, "In exchange, I'll show you this."

Odasaku held the paper, a little confused.

"Shuji Tsushima, my pen name." Osamu Dazai leaned forward, pointing to the signature under the name of the work on the paper.

"Hey, Dazai, how did you write?" Odasaku was very surprised.

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Forgot to mention, this chapter recommends eating it together with the stage play Black Age at station B, this one - BV1H4411b7e5.

I'm not responsible for crying~ Especially the last piece of hard tofu, I'm going to cry to death.Another: several other stage plays are also good~

感谢在2021-01-1611:06:07~2021-01-1623:28:06期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Ling 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：千年伊吾100瓶；鏡花水月39瓶；靖云海音、云朵棉花糖5瓶；爱吃龟苓膏的鱼2瓶；江停、伊之夜1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!