As a background board, I want to pursue Dazai

Being liked and hated by others is normal for people to encounter these things in the world. It would be great if people could control their emotions, and avoid many unnecessary hopes and despairs that shouldn’t exist, but then again Come back, if a person has no feelings, can he still be called a person?

I like beautiful things, beautiful things that are not stained with dirt, just like the flowers of high mountains growing from the ice springs of cold pools, not only the appearance is beautiful, but the inner arrogance that dismisses me is what makes me deeply A love potion that cannot be extricated from it.Although Sugimoto is beautiful, her hatred for me does not come from her arrogance, but from the inferiority she found in me.

So I can't completely like Sugimoto, a human being.

During the peak period, the small book used to register customers' dishes is full of my messy handwriting, and the only sound in my ears is the sound of me repeatedly confirming the meals with customers.

I like work. Work is something that can reflect the value of a human society.It also has a wonderful advantage-as long as you sink your heart and devote yourself to your work, the rest of the things can be forgotten. People often say that wine is the best medicine to forget everything, but I would say-work is the best way to forget everything. Can make people forget everything.

After the customers dispersed like an ebb tide, there were only two or three people who were still sitting in the store, occupying seats and chatting.Sugimoto was familiar with them, and had already been leaning against the table and chatting with them.

Another colleague said that they were the "Shangjing Trio", who came together from a small place in the countryside, but ended up in Yokohama.

"Why didn't you go to Tokyo but did you come to Yokohama? Sugimoto kept saying that he was going to Shinjuku, every day."

"God knows, isn't Sugimoto still living with her boyfriend?"

I listened without saying a word, neither intending to participate nor to leave.

"What does Sugimoto's boyfriend do?"

"do not know."

When the store manager came, they scattered like birds and beasts.

I glanced at the wild cat outside the door. It seemed uncomfortable seeing me staring at it, and jumped off the flower bed and ran away.

……

……

Sugimoto and I happened to be in charge of sanitation today. In the embarrassing atmosphere that was difficult to swallow, neither of us spoke. We just cleaned the floor with a broom and mop, and then changed our clothes and planned to leave.Under the clear light of the moonlight, Sugimoto's beautiful face can be seen very clearly.

We always kept the same distance, stepping on the projection of the moonlight, I quickened my pace and wanted to separate from her, but Sugimoto sensed my intention, trotted two steps forward dissatisfied and grabbed my arm.

"Why are you running?" A shadow was cast on her tall nose bridge after plastic surgery, from which I glimpsed contempt mixed with conceit.

I don't want to answer her, I'm going to leave without her holding my hand——

An overwhelming sense of terror came over me, and Sugimoto's beautiful face was distorted in my sight.My mouth and nose were covered, and my subconscious exhalation was blocked, and the pain of lack of oxygen made my expressions twist together.

"Hey, you idiot—you'll suffocate if you cover your nose." A man's voice.

"I know, you don't need to tell me!"

Only then did the people behind me adjust their movements slightly.

I can only make a sound of "uuuuuuuuuuuuuu", the sound is too broken, and I can't even pass this alley.

...Have I done anything to cause people to resent?

"Hey, don't move around!"

"Milai, what are we going to do next? Shall we deliver it to Kamura?"

It's unlucky... Did it come back to Kamura after going around in a circle?

In this way, even if the end waiting for me is not death, it will not be a situation much better than death.Aside from death, isn't freedom what people like to talk about the most?But how many people have fallen into a situation where they can't help themselves, and turn to embrace death to find relief.

I don't want to be one of them so hastily.

Under the light, Sugimoto's face turned into a yaksha. What I saw on that face was not a woman's face, but something more ferocious than a bear and tiger, more frightening than a ghost.She raised her arms high and was about to wave, but was interrupted by an unexpected visitor.

"I've called the police."

The sand-colored windbreaker almost blended into the night scenery, and the elusive Osamu Dazai stopped behind Sugimoto.

"Men who inflict violence on women are really disrespectful. If you want me to say that the evaluation of men in today's society is lowered by guys like you——"

The familiar lightness in the tone was pulled away. The owner of the voice raised his mobile phone and waved the flash behind his back. The light flashed through the eyes of everyone present except him. Remember the strong muffled groan after being hit.

"Run."

I didn't have time to look at Sugimoto's ugly expression at the moment, so Dazai grabbed my arm, staggered two steps, and desperately followed his pace to escape.

The hem of his windbreaker brushed against my knees several times while running, and it was itchy and numb.

Under the moonlight, my poor running posture and poor physical fitness made me almost fall, and he slowly slowed down.The initial high speed gradually slowed down. While adjusting my breathing, I watched Dazai's back and his flapping cuffs diagonally ahead under the moonlight.

Originally, I was unilaterally pulled by the arm. Because I fell behind several times during the run, he gradually lost strength in holding my hand, and finally we ran holding hands for some reason.

My heart has been completely captured by him, I seem to feel his methodical breathing from the temperature of the palm.

Detour from the path, the weeds across the edge of the shoes left a faint itching on the ankle, stepping on the road the other side walked, the free air permeated my nose and mouth.

As the crowd got closer and closer, I realized that this was the embankment we had seen a few days ago.

He stopped abruptly, and I thought I would bump into his back again, but Dazai turned sideways and pulled me harder, and my center of gravity suddenly stabilized.

A strong desire to confide burst out from my narrow heart, and just as I cast my gaze away, Dazai raised his head to look at the dark sky.

"Bam—"

The unseen fire rushed straight to the sky, like a short-lived little sun, casting his light and shadow in the world.Amidst bursts of "swoosh" sound of fireworks rising into the sky, the city's night was rekindled.First, there was a brilliant golden fire that slanted outwards, and after it disappeared and dissipated, the next flower that bloomed was a night sky flower with two kinds of light, dark and light, and finally spread into a round circle in the air.

"Today is the last day of the fireworks display." He looked up at the artificial day in the night sky and explained to me.

I stole a glance at him.

The galaxy made of sparks is printed on his dark hair, and the pattern keeps flowing and shining.

This scene was too dreamy, and I couldn't remember what I was going to say just now—probably stupid words that didn't match this beautiful night scene and the young people beside me.

An inexplicable feeling of joy or envy intertwined in the brain, and an unexplained courage climbed into my heart.

Just a little bit, I held his hand a little harder than before.

"—The fireworks are so beautiful."

After finishing speaking, I turned my head and focused on the dreamlike light in the sky.

Dazai responded softly: "Yeah."

The author has something to say:

I love this chapter! (you)

It's actually an emotional drama, really!

Go for more this week.

And I found that the name of this article is really not very attractive, but I think it fits the theme... Do I want to change it (scratching head)