Yokohama Cuisine Event Book

Dazai didn't react too much yet, Oda Sakunosuke already made a very bad excuse with his usual expression, and walked aside.

Before setting off, when he saw the girl hesitate for a moment, but still put the bow tie back into her pocket and put the chocolate in the pocket of the coat she brought to Dazai, a feeling of deja vu came to mind.

That was when he used to work in the Mafia.Mediating family affairs for an official of an affiliated company, and being caught between the other party's wife and lover, the feeling of wanting to bite his tongue and commit suicide from the bottom of his heart.

But other than that...

He didn't know why Dazai's bow tie appeared in Gancha's hands, but this did not prevent him from understanding that he had learned some facts that the two sides had never disclosed, and also vaguely guessed the girl's intention to take back the bow tie.

Years ago, when Dazai said those wearisome things and then acted like nothing happened, he'd had the urge to punch him and make him talk about it and let it go.

And he didn't really tell him what he thought until he thought he was about to die.

Therefore, he quite agrees with Gancha's approach.

——If it was her, it should be able to handle it well.Thinking so, the red-haired man walked away with what he thought was a steady pace.

"Oda—"

Dazai was dumbfounded when he saw his friend moving a little faster than usual.

A few meters away, Gan Cha looked at him amusedly.

At this moment, Dazai is like a cat who is not willing, but because the nape of the neck is pinched, he has to accept the fur.

Maomao struggled unsuccessfully, puffed her face, and gave up the resistance in a dejected manner, with a sad expression.

He pouted and complained, "Really", and then quickly returned to his normal appearance. He stepped forward two steps and walked towards the church in front of the girl who was waiting for him with a smile on his face.

It was just a church for the residents of this area. It was not majestic or gorgeous, but it could be called simple and elegant.

Compared with the meticulously restored chapel in the Yokohama Concession, this place is more pleasing.

On a day other than Sunday, there was no one on the road nearby.

The small blue tits chirped and flew over the treetops with few branches and leaves. The two walked leisurely through the low houses where the clergy lived, pushed aside the iron fence that was hidden, and walked straight into the warm and friendly church. middle.

The two walked slowly, admiring the brass surname plaques on the rows of seats and the various cushions installed by the residents themselves.

On the ground in front of the altar stood a huge Christmas wreath of holly branches, the first candle of which had been burning for many days.Presumably on Christmas Eve, when the four lights are all lit up, it will be a very lively and cheerful scene here.

But now there is only the tiny crackle of burning candle wicks, amplified by the vaults above the pulpit.

In such a quiet and gentle air, Dazai asked softly:

"Why did Gancha Jiang challenge me?"

——She knew that as long as she put the bow tie back in his coat, the matter would be settled easily, and there would be no difficult situations.

Either party can avoid embarrassment that may arise later without bothering to have an uncomfortable conversation.

Anyway, people like them are very good at whitewashing peace.

All it takes is a signal, and everyone can tacitly pretend that everything is business as usual, and time will take everything away.

"I have thought that way."

The girl stopped in front of the statue of the Virgin Mary, and the ancient glass oil lamp on the porch shone with foggy light, enveloping her eyebrows and eyes in warm and gentle light and shadow.

She turned to look at him, her expression very quiet.

Natural restraint and shyness, unwillingness to bring harm to others, the other party's resistance to revealing their hearts, and getting along as a companion after that...

There are too many reasons to avoid talking about it, but the reasons that must be clearly stated are already overwhelming enough.

"But, after returning the bow tie, Mr. Dazai will never talk to me again, right?"

The girl said softly, with a look of perplexity.

Dazai was dumbfounded.

"Look, it's not like nothing happened."

The girl's voice and expression were very soft, and the vine-purple eyes were frank and clear beyond belief. It was like a scene that can only be seen in a dream, and it made people unable to resist at all.

She said softly, "Before I came to pick you up, I suddenly remembered what happened at that time."

"During the trip to the hot springs two years ago, Mr. Dazai actually avoided the topic of me saying that I would make a real Specialite for you, right? When I mentioned it later, you just walked away without a trace."

Because her Specialite comes from understanding and emotion, at that time, he was more inclined to reject the prying of others, and he was unwilling to experience and touch the presentation of deeper and clearer emotions from others.

"...I thought Amcha-chan would not understand at that time."

After a moment of silence, Dazai lowered his head, smiled slightly, and said.

The girl tilted her head in embarrassment.

At first she really didn't understand why.And at that time, she didn't worry about anything, since he didn't need it, she quickly forgot about it.

But by now, she had already figured it out.

However, Gancha still replied a little stiffly:

"However, I can be regarded as half of Dazai-san's student, of course I understand that kind of thing."

Dazai couldn't help laughing.

The girl put her hands behind her back, stepped on the square on the ground, and continued to walk forward:

"I have always felt that Mr. Dazai's heart is very similar to a strange flower that I have seen in books."

That kind of flower only blooms once in 100 years, and when it blooms, it is accompanied by a loud noise like a gunshot.But once it is opened, it is radiant and extremely gorgeous.

The other party seldom reveals his heart, but whenever it happens, it is accompanied by shock and painful changes.

Last time, he thought Mr. Odasaku was about to fight a powerful enemy and his life was uncertain, so he followed his advice before leaving and came to the rescue side.

And this time, she was actually not sure if she had such weight, but no matter what——

"I'm going to take this opportunity."

She said, "I want to tell you something other than to maintain a superficial calm in the future."

"Besides, it's not good to pretend that you don't know what other people think."

The young man's bow tie was still in her right pocket, and the drape was very slight, but it seemed to be a heavy reminder that its weight was far greater than itself.

"...That kind of thing is actually not that important."

Dazai said lightly.

Those secret thoughts and unwilling delusions can weigh heavily on people's hearts, and from the moment they realize it, they will continue to make disturbing noises;

But it can also be as light as smoke, and after deciding not to touch it, it can be left silently in the chilling wind of winter.

If she wasn't willing to mention it, he actually didn't want her to be troubled by it.

"That's what I want to say to Mr. Dazai."

A girl's faint voice came from the front,

"Mr. Dazai takes his own weight too lightly. Whether it is your own safety or your mood, you feel that it is just a trivial matter, and it is even more insignificant to others."

That's why he took risks so easily, and why he was hesitant to express his heart.

"But, that's not the case."

"Mr. Dazai means a lot to me, to all of us," she said.

"Everyone likes you very much. It's the kind of liking that values ​​your mood and worries about even the smallest things."

"Actually, during my time in the mafia, sister Hongye would sometimes tell me about your past."

Gancha turned his face to look at him, and Dazai returned with a slightly regretful smile: "That's not something that sounds happy."

"That's not the point."

Gan Cha shook his head and said in retrospect, "It's just that I'm still surprised."

"Mr. Dazai at that time, he really didn't sound like the same person now."

In such an environment where both love and hatred were fierce, she still couldn't find any meaning and direction——for him at that time and the emptiness in his heart, she also had a little understanding of him.

But the current situation, the current him, is completely different.

"At least, the current Dazai-san has decided what he is going to do, and he feels a little bit of fun from it, right?"

"It's not like there are no people and things that can make you feel not so boring."

—that which made him feel alone, that cut him off from the world, had gradually faded away in the trivial daily life, the joy and duty of salvation that surrounded him.

"Mr. Dazai tells the proprietress of Uzumaki every day that she is the most perfect woman in the world."

Gancha laughed, "Since I can perceive her benefits, I ask Mr. Dazai to work harder on other people and things in the future."

The young man listened quietly.

There was originally some vague and inexplicable meaning in his expression, but following her words, his brows gradually softened, and his eyes were also filled with an inconceivably gentle brilliance.

——Is this what she wanted to tell him no matter what?

And at the end, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"That's just a nice thing to say for credit."

He deliberately said this, "Now that Ganchajiang has paid the money for me, there is no need to please the lady boss."

Ah, I thought it was a surprise gift.

Really, what she said at the time was five days, and it has already passed the time limit, but he still knows.

Gan Cha puffed up his face, but still responded very quickly.

"Then put it another way."

She raised her chin and said confidently, "Since Mr. Dazai can find me cute, it shouldn't be difficult to appreciate other people."

Don't just use one person as your thread to the world, Mr. Dazai.

She said to herself in her heart.

There are obviously many talented people who have built a bond with you.

"Ha ha ha ha--!"

Dazai was really shocked.It took a full three seconds for him to react. He leaned on the pillar beside him and bent down laughing.

"You said something quite remarkable, Amcha-chan."

After laughing enough, he opened his long legs again, and approached the girl in a few steps, blinking his beautiful iris-colored eyes, and asked expectantly and curiously,

"I'm the only one who's ever heard such a boast?"

"Well, you are."

Knowing that he could understand the meaning of her words, Gancha was not angry at his exaggerated reaction, but calmly nodded to affirm his question.

So Dazai showed a satisfied expression, and walked into the prayer room on the side of the chapel together with her.

This is a quiet room with thick stone walls, only a small narrow window is opened on a high place, letting in some faint light, and the atmosphere is sacred and lonely.

In front of the marble icon were two rows of austere iron candelabrums filled with extinct votive candles.

"Let's make a wish for everyone, too."

Gan Cha suggested.

Dazai readily agreed.

It's a pity that there is only one wishing candle left in the spare box below, probably because few outsiders patronize, and the priests are a little lazy.

"Let's use this together."

"Isn't one candle too heavy to carry double wishes?"

Dazai asked solemnly.

"No way, I can only work hard on you."

Gan Cha said to the candle.

Wishing candles do not feel hard, because their wishes are the same.

——Hope the incident ends smoothly and everyone can return to their normal lives.

The two held a long match together and lit the candle.

A small cluster of warm yellow lights suddenly lit up in the dark stone room, and the lights fluttered, which was very beautiful.

The girl raised her head, happily admiring the scene in front of her.

The flickering flames reflected her profile, and her plain face was like a small moon.

Dazai suddenly recalled a scene that seemed familiar to her. During the summer festival, she also looked up at the sky full of fireworks like this.

It was obviously not a great sight, but she still enjoyed watching it very happily.

He smiled, but the lines of memory continued to stretch forward irresistibly.

——Actually, at that time, the girl who was still ignorant and dazed did not take the initiative to hold his hand.

What kind of mood she had at that time, it is impossible to trace back now; when the road to the summer festival came to an end, he let go of his hand.

However, in the sky where there is no road, there are people who can follow her.

... If he had never let go since then, would everything be different now?

Such a question suddenly sounded in my heart.

He should have felt regret, or the faint pain and emptiness, but all the complex emotions could not be conveyed to the bottom of his heart vaguely, and what was treasured deepest were her heartfelt words of concern.

But in the quiet room, beside him, the young girl is still the cutest.

He may have lost something, but when the candle was lit, he also clearly felt some connecting lines.

The wishing candle flickered steadily in front of the holy image, probably still burning for a long, long time.

The two left the stone room and walked out of the church through the side door.

Behind the low wall hidden by the hedge, hymns played on old-fashioned cassettes came from an unknown window, and the solemn and melodious melody floated on the empty path.

The clouds gradually dispersed, and the golden sun shone down, dispelling the chill that lingered around the body.

The edges of the branches and leaves were frosted and shiny, and when the wind blew, the swaying bushes seemed to break the sparkling sea.

Amidst the whirling sound of waves, Gan Cha took out the bow tie from his pocket and handed it back to the person beside him.

But Dazai smiled lightly, shook his head and refused.

"Gamcha has already given me chocolate."

He held the small ball in a colorful package and waved it in front of the girl, "There's no need for that."