As a background board, I want to pursue Dazai

When we arrived at the shrine, the sun had almost set, and the setting sun was lingering in the orange-brown color near the horizon, and the sky was also dyed into a gradient two-color.

As I stepped on the steps, I said, "Fortunately, I caught up."

For some reason, climbing the steps of a Japanese shrine reminds me of Cinderella from a fairy tale.

Stepping on the last flight of stairs, Dazai said, "It's lucky that no one is in line."

There are a few female students in front, who seem to have completed their purchases, and are chatting about leaving.

I was very fortunate that we had quickened our pace along the way, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on my forehead. I looked at Dazai from the corner of my eye, only to find that he was the same as me, fanning himself with his hands after climbing the steps.

With fluffy and thick hair, it must be hot, right?Sure enough, I swept my gaze up and down his neck, and the hair around his ears was a little wet, but the overall look was still very refreshing.

Dazai-san is very resistant to heat.

I didn't hide my sight, he smiled and asked me: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." I turned my head and ran away, "I'm going to ask the Omori, Mr. Dazai, please wait a moment."

It's not the young boy who is working today. I took over the guard from the staff, and before I had time to look at it, I asked curiously: "The boy who was here last time... isn't he here today?"

The person who received me today was an elegant woman, with chocolate-colored hair tied into a ponytail, tied behind her head with a white ribbon, and dressed in a classic red and white witch costume.

"Are you talking about Elliot? I had a little trouble last time, so I asked him to help me for a day."

"That's it." It turns out that the child is not from the Yuefeng Shrine, and the witch in front of him must be an orthodox clergyman. "If it's convenient, can I trouble you to thank him for me?"

Miss Miko pursed her lips and smiled, she seemed interested after hearing what I said, "Of course."

"Thank you very much." I breathed a sigh of relief, "Elio... Jun... (After thinking about it, I think the name is too rigid) pointed out a new way of thinking to me who was in a state of confusion, I would like to thank you he."

"Let me say something more, has the problem that bothered you been solved?"

I shook my head.

"Not yet, but... I hope it won't be too long." I sincerely hope that my life can undergo some positive changes in a good sense.

The wind sent her last blessing——

"May your wish come true soon."

My attention was all distracted until I rejoined Dazai-san.

It turned out that he was being surrounded by female high school students asking for his phone number, and he gave such a lame excuse as "I don't remember the phone number"-to be honest, I thought he would say something smarter to say no.

However, today's female high school students are really hot and courageous in their hearts, and I am a little embarrassed to insert myself into their lively circle.

...Although I know Mr. Dazai is a very popular man, I still don't want to face this scene directly.

Having said that, I have also heard a lot of anecdotes about Mr. Dazai from the people around me, and many of them include "keen to invite women to die in love". I once heard him say it casually (although the target is not me )’s invitation to die for love and lost his composure.

But I think Mr. Dazai is a very measured person—at least when facing minors, he behaves as a common sense person within the scope of public perception. Although suicide speech sounds dangerous, it has been a long time , but everyone only regards it as a mantra.

There is one more thing that bothers me.

Mr. Dazai never seemed to mention suicide and martyrdom in front of me.

... I tentatively understand that this is a job that depends on the mood, probably because I don't have such a mood around me.

"If you don't remember the phone number, you always know the email address, right?"

"What's wrong, I just leave a contact information, and I won't harass you."

Dazai still said cheekily, "I don't remember the email address either."

"What about Line?"

"It's not working."

"what?"

As I got closer, I heard that the girls' high school offensive became more and more intense——

"I said, can I write you my phone number and email address? Is this the head office?"

As a result, as soon as Dazai saw me, he gently told the women around her that "the person I was waiting for has come." The high school students who were originally enthusiastic, saw Dazai walking towards me, and their love seemed to be flowing. Instantly cooled down.There was another complex expression on his face that mixed bravery and refusal to admit defeat, he cast a glance at me, and left in a huff.

"Did you get it?" The incident just now seemed to be an insignificant episode, and Dazai asked about my achievements very naturally.

I held Omori's hands in the palm of my hand, and showed him in a place where the natural light followed.

As a result, looking at it this way, I saw some problems.

"...The knot is different." He said first, "It is reasonable to say that it is a ribbon knot. The one in your hand is fine. The problem is the one that was dropped just now. Can you show me?"

"Of course." I raised my clasped hands, and he picked up the guard, feeling the texture of the rope buckle with his fingertips.

He asked me: "Do you need to help me change it to the previous one? Or is it just a ribbon knot?"

The meaning of Dazai’s words is self-evident, but I am stunned by another thing—is Mr. Dazai even good at tying knots?What's more, he has only seen the garrison that he lost before, and with just a few seconds of memory, even the knot can be restored?

"Can this kind of thing be done?" Of course I want an Omoru that is exactly the same as the previous one. "...If it's too much trouble, forget it. Anyway, they are all Omoru, and they have similar functions."

"That is to say—I want to look like before."

Next, I watched his long-sleeved fingers nimbly untie the knot and straighten the rope. After about two or three attempts, I re-tied the knot—the same as the Yushou who fell into the ditch before. Difference.

I carefully took the reborn Omori from his hand, and sincerely praised: "It's amazing, Mr. Dazai, your hands are too dexterous."

"It's just some little tricks not worth mentioning." He said lightly, thinking that this is really a trivial matter that is not worthy of praise.

He walked down the stairs first, and I followed behind, holding the refurbished garrison in my hand.I stroked the knot that Dazai-san had re-knitted, and the soft thread was wrapped in the palm of my hand.

The originally intricate and winding knots were tied into a simple pattern by him, only the two extending lines in the middle, one left and one right, are particularly eye-catching.

——If it is as easy as weaving a knot, it would be great.

After taking two steps, Dazai expressed emotion, using the playful tone he often used in front of outsiders as if he was joking——

"Let's go, let's go to buy seasonings. I think Makoto and the others can't wait? Ahh——and Satoshi, he is too serious, I don't want to be scolded by children younger than me— —”

"Yeah, it's too embarrassing to be reprimanded by children."

It warms my heart when I think of that house lit up, and the children waiting for me to return.

He couldn't help but feel supreme joy and smiled.

The author has something to say:

From the perspective of a high school girl, you might think they are a couple (?

Here... Let's just take it as a private setting of mine, that is, the question about the object of the martyrdom is a selective question, but the scope of this "optional" belongs to the scope of the author's private setting in this article. If the official selection range is inconsistent in the future, resulting in the author being slapped in the face, let’s talk about it separately, and the official father shall prevail.

Personally, I think, or in other words, that the object of the interrogation of martyrdom in this article is to exclude minors and people with impaired personality (as for the others, I will add them when I think of them)

This man is damn attractive and damn hard to write about (sigh)

As for why we didn't mention it to Wu Yishi, of course it's because... our Wu Yishi is still a child! (bushi)

The child finally smiled, you see how happy she is.

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感谢在2020-07-3015:16:22~2020-07-3021:32:22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: 1 Karamazov;

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