As a background board, I want to pursue Dazai

Just when a gust of wind hit, my red and hot ears were soaked by the cold wind, and they became even hotter.I stepped back half a block slowly, and was about to interrupt when I heard steady footsteps behind me.It turned out that Shiori, who had left with Mr. Matsuyama, turned back.

She didn't ask, but said lightly: "Do you want to put away the flower paper?"

Dazai smiled and handed her the card box, "Please, Miss Ogawa."

"You can just call me Shiori." She said, packed up her things and bowed away, even the arc of bowing seemed to have been rehearsed thousands of times.

After being interrupted by Shiori, my shameful heart, which was originally attached to each other, seemed to be cut off with a clean knife.So I adjusted my sitting posture with the help of the ground, and asked Dazai a question with a very calm heart.

"Dazai-san, have you read any of his books?"

I don't know where the courage came from, but I stared straight at him. After all, at this moment, I am very curious whether he has read novels full of forbidden love.

"No." He said, "Naomi recommended it to everyone in the detective agency. Is Yi Jun curious?"

"A little bit." I asked, "Mr. Dazai, do you still remember the title of the book?"

He didn't answer right away, but took out his mobile phone and searched for Kenichi Matsuyama's name on Google, and then turned to the column of works.

"She recommended this book." Dazai put the phone on the ground, pointed to the blue words on the screen, "The title of the book is "The Hunting Ground." He clicked on the link, and the description of the work popped up.

It tells the story of an adult male who has a successful career but has always been single. He meets a country girl who is studying in Beijing. He is obsessed with her appearance and simple character, so he pays for her. In the end, she was played around by a country girl and fell in love with her deeply. With his help, this girl became a confident and graceful lady, but finally abandoned him.

"...Is it a story of a cultivator being tamed?" I quickly read the introduction and whispered, "The Japanese really have a special liking for the cultivating system."

That's what I said, but looking at the profile doesn't look like ordinary cultivation.Maybe it also reflects the gradually changing strong and weak relationship in the relationship between men and women.

"Where's Mr. Dazai?" I asked, "Are you interested in this kind of subject?"

He lazily said: "Hey... Yi Jun, if you answer 'interested' at this time, you will be regarded as a pervert, right?"

"No." I shook my head, "Anyway, "The Tale of Genji" has a good name for the Japanese."

What's more, there are many types of cultivation.

His fingers tapped on the tatami, "I don't have a strong preference for it. What's more...Mr. Matsuyama's own story will be more interesting than the work itself." He swiped across the introduction of Matsuyama on the phone screen, " You see, he also wrote a lot of pure love literature in his early years, with fresh and soft brushstrokes as his selling point, and his grades were quite good. Later, his writing style and article preferences suddenly changed, although he was also well received, and his popularity even doubled, why? The opportunity for the sudden change in style is unknown.”

"Maybe this is what he really wants to write." I speculated: "First rely on conventional works that can be accepted by the public to gain popularity, and when life is stable, then use your favorite themes to hone. , even if you fail, you can bear the risk.”

If you write about too romantic subjects as soon as you debut, you will either be pulled out and criticized, or you will be silent for a lifetime, and you will be hit hard.It's better to make a steady start first, and then touch your favorite subject when the timing is calm.

"But..." After thinking about it, I said again: "It may be that Mr. Matsuyama at that time couldn't bear the eyes of the world, so he used mainstream articles to package it, no, arm himself. Wait until he is strong enough, and then quietly release the shell The soul of the son to the readers."

He purposely asked me in an exaggerated and unbelievable tone: "You mean, he didn't want to stand out from the crowd?"

Just because it was too exaggerated, it gave me the feeling that he was an adult and I was a kindergarten child who answered the question correctly. He had to use an exaggerated reaction to make me feel confident in my answer.

"Yes." I thought I had found the answer, and nodded very firmly, "Everyone is afraid of being different from the people around them, right? If you find that 'only you are different', most people's first reaction may be Panic. By the way, what does Dazai-san think?"

"Hmm..." Mr. Dazai was noncommittal, with his fingertips resting on his chin, his iris-colored eyes didn't look at me, but stared at the ceiling like a fugue, and finally, when I thought he was going to make a big move at the end of his reading, he finally made a long speech Afterwards, he leaned back, adjusted his sitting posture and crossed his legs again.

He smiled and praised like an elder: "Yi Jun... unexpectedly thinking about such a deep subject, he has grown up."

Although Mr. Dazai's tone was brisk, he clearly planned to avoid this topic by making jokes.

I was expecting to hear a wonderful analysis from him, but now I am discouraged.

——Because I realized that he is actually quite a restrained person, and he will not let people pry into his thoughts easily.

However, I'm not so easy to be fooled - I don't think I can just be fooled by Mr. Dazai so easily.

"Okay." I said, "Then when Mr. Dazai wants to talk about it, let's discuss it again."

Mr. Dazai is very cunning.He put on an innocent, childlike smile with the words "what are you talking about".

Before my emotions reached the breaking point, he put the phone away again.

As if nothing happened, he changed the subject: "Is Yi Jun writing an article this afternoon? How is the progress?"

After being silent for two seconds, I told the truth: "I only wrote part of it, as far as I see, there are still many things that need to be revised... Although the skeleton is built, the inside is still very empty."

"Let's fill it up little by little." He said with a smile, "Maybe you will gain new inspiration in Yayuan, and it would be nice if you can use it."

"Speaking of which, where are Mr. Kunikida and Mr. Sakamoto? I haven't seen them since just now."

"In the main hall, I was talking to Mr. Yasuhiko Ogawa, the host of the hotel." He explained, "The second victim is a traveler who lives in this hotel."

It's to gather information.

Then, I made a reasonable guess: "Mr. Dazai is responsible for talking with Mr. Matsuyama and investigating intelligence?"

"Well, Kunikida-kun said that he didn't want to deal with a literary teacher, so I put this heavy responsibility on me."

Afterwards, he stretched out his hand and made a V-shape under his chin, and said proudly: "After all, compared to Kunikida-kun, who is honest and straightforward but lacks surprises, a man like me is more loved by the turbulent heart of a literati~ "

...That being said, Matsuyama-san is a writer who specializes in unrequited love after all. If he wants to say that he is favored, then what kind of stories does he like in Mr. Dazai?

"Ah~ I don't know what the food is for tonight~" He changed the subject and expressed casually, "Kunikida-kun said that you can't drink alcohol at work, you are really a devil."

"Does Mr. Dazai have any favorite food?" I asked casually.

"Crab meat, if there is anything in this world that is worth visiting, it is to eat crab meat, the most precious thing in the world."

Crab meat!

"I like it too." I recalled the smooth and elastic texture, "I really want to eat crab meat hot pot..."

"It would be better to have wine at this time~" he said happily.

I don't know much about Mr. Dazai. I don't know his hobbies, whether there are any foods that are taboo, or what kind of food and drink he prefers, and what are his personal hobbies?What about entertainment preferences?Favorite color Hate color?When is the birthday and so on.

In a place where he couldn't see, I kept turning and searching for these questions in my mind. For a moment, I seemed to be affected by inspiration, thinking that I could make a special classification and record it, and ask him questions inadvertently. The number of times, You can collect his information bit by bit.

But facing the gentle and elegant smile of the young man, I immediately sealed this thought in my heart.

——If you do it too deliberately, you will definitely be noticed. Dazai-san is very sensitive and very intelligent. If I am noticed, I might be hated by him.After all, just thinking about it, you know that he must have many suitors, and the extreme aggressive suitors may have met a few, and it is normal for him to get bored.

I can't be too enthusiastic and make him think my ideas are too frivolous.To maintain a certain indifference and a little arrogance, reservedness cannot make him like me, but it can protect my precarious self-esteem - even if I am broken in love, I look more decent than other losers.

— but can I really do it?

Some didn't think too much, and I realized that the rain had stopped for a while, and the temperature rose again.I couldn't help flapping my hand like a fan.

"I said..." His eyes lit up, "Would you like to do something fun while Kunikida-kun is away?"

"...?"

Dazai took off his windbreaker coat (I just discovered that he was actually wearing a windbreaker all the time), and waved to me cheerfully like a child who found a toy, "Yi Jun, come here——"

He opened a paper door behind him, and actually dragged out an electric fan placed on the ground from inside.

"Kunikida-kun is not here, even if you blow the air on the electric fan, you won't be scolded." He plugged in the electricity as he spoke.

Well, this is the so-called "something to have fun while Kunikida is away".

The fan was facing upwards at an angle. The person who unplugged it earlier seemed to be a careless person. He didn't turn the scale of the electric fan back to 0, so it started blowing strong wind as soon as it was plugged in.

"Oh oh oh oh—" Dazai, who was sitting on the ground facing the fan, exclaimed, the hair on his forehead was blown up.

But I quickly covered my skirt, and then slowly moved back a few steps to escape the hunting range of the fan.

Just kidding, the skirt almost flew off - I don't want to be like Marilyn Monroe!

It wasn't until after blowing like this for three to five seconds that he seemed to have had enough of playing. He adjusted the scale to the weakest level of wind, and then pressed down on his bangs on his forehead.Finally, I didn't have to press the skirt foolishly, so I walked a little forward to feel the coolness brought by the fan.

Because I was standing right in front, the airflow was upward, and the skirt was blown up. The hem of the skirt was very heavy, so it couldn't blow up, and the wind was all poured in, like an inflated balloon.

"Yi Jun, it looks like a dandelion." Dazai looked at it curiously, and said, "Be careful not to be blown away by the wind—"

"No way."

Dazai was clearly blowing the fan, but he still fanned it with his hands.

"Yi Jun likes white? Or do you like dresses? Speaking of which, I hardly see you wearing other clothes."

"...No, I don't like to wear clothes."

He tilted his head, with question marks all over his face: "...?"

"Ah, that's not what I mean. I mean it's really troublesome to get dressed. I hate buttoning up buttons and thinking about what to wear, so I try to wear skirts. It's the most convenient."

—and cheap too.

Therefore, I have great admiration for Miss Shiori, who maintains the etiquette in front of people and wears such heavy clothes, just because I think I can't do this.

I was thinking about Ms. Shiori when she appeared from the side door. She glanced at us and said, "Sensei Matsuyama, Mr. Kunikida and Uncle Sakamoto are already in the hall, you two should come together, dinner is ready alright."

Dazai stretched comfortably: "Let's go~ I'm also hungry."

……

……

The dinner is not luxurious, simple but not crude. As for crab meat, of course there is no such thing as some common home-cooked dishes. If there is anything worthy of praise, then I will choose salted saury.After the staple food, Grandma prepared some appetizers. Mr. Matsuyama obviously wanted to find someone to have a few drinks with him.

But Kunikida refused on the grounds that he was "working", and even had the idea of ​​telling Dazai not to drink.

"I knew Kunikida-kun wouldn't let me drink alcohol, so I'm not disappointed. Anyway, I'm still at work~"

Only Mr. Matsuyama showed obvious disappointment. At this moment, he had already drunk a lot, and drunkenness appeared between his brows. His sagging face was red in the folds, like a boiled crab, inside and out. And gradients.

Sakamoto joked: "Can't I? I can have a few drinks with you."

Matsuyama glared at him unhappily——

"They're all acquaintances, what's the point?"

Then he looked at me, "Miss, don't you want a drink?"

He had Japanese sake in his hand, and I didn't have much confidence in my drinking capacity.However, everyone who persuades people to drink will swear that "this wine will not get drunk".

"Just give me a little bit," I said.

"Miss, Sakamoto said that you are a contributor who writes a blog on the Internet?" He asked, his eyes lingering on me.

"Write something casually, it's just a diary and something like that, you can't be called a contributor."

"That's it." He was a little disappointed, "Are young girls all keen on this kind of online articles? I still think classical letter exchanges or handwritten manuscripts are more elegant. By the way, do you like Waka?"

I regretted it a bit, I agreed to drink just because I wanted to drink, but Mr. Matsuyama seemed to have misunderstood it, thinking that I agreed to chat with him.

I bit the bullet and said, "General."

I don't know if it's because of drinking, but I always feel that the way Matsuyama looks at me makes me uncomfortable.He seems to want to get an affirmative answer from me, but what should he affirm?

Want me to be sure I'm a contributor?Or do you want to hear me say that I like Waka?

With such doubts in mind, I poured a small glass of wine and took a sip.

"In today's world, girls need to read more books." In his words, he seemed to be criticizing my culture.

But when did liking waka become the criterion for criticizing people's cultural level?

"Here, it's good to be like Shizhi." He raised his wine cup and praised: "Be dignified and elegant at all times, and be diligent and studious. Not only that, but you must also have a good handwriting." That’s fine—that’s how women in the new era should be.”

The more I listened to it, the more it felt wrong.

What kind of women in the new era, isn't this set completely according to your personal preferences?

But Matsuyama suddenly began to complain: "I used to drink with Amei here, but now I have no one to accompany me. Shiori is too young to drink."

Sakamoto explained: "Amei is Shiori's mother."

"Shizhi and Amei are really similar...especially from the nose to the eyes, they are exactly the same." He sighed, "If Amei is still here..."

It's definitely not the first time he talked about this topic, Sakamoto pushed him with an elbow, "What's the use of talking about it all the time?"

But Matsuyama was obviously not drunk, but he said unrestrained words: "Look at this child Shizhi, when he is wearing a white kimono, does he look exactly the same as Amei when he was wearing Bai Wugou?"

Shiori, who was pouring wine at the side, froze visibly with the naked eye.

Matsuyama didn't hold back at all, so I just lowered my head and drank to hide my embarrassment. During this time, I took a sneak peek at the two of the detective agency from the corner of my eye. Dazai was naturally calm and didn't even move his eyelids. Can't figure out what he was thinking.

As expected of experienced investigators, neither of them will show color easily.

Matsuyama took a sip of anger, and Sakamoto saw that the atmosphere was suddenly bad, so he took the initiative to explain the relationship to us: "Mr. Matsuyama's wife is Amei's younger sister, that is to say, Mr. Matsuyama is Shiori's uncle."

"I see." Dazai put on an interested expression, "Ms. Shiori's biological mother, that is, Ms. Amei, has passed away. Mr. Matsuyama's wife must be very sad, right?"

I put down the wine cup and began to listen to Dazai's clichés.

Sakamoto wiped his forehead, and answered honestly: "Actually... Mr. Matsuyama's wife passed away earlier than Amei. I say it's okay?" He looked at Kenichi Matsuyama.

"There's nothing you can't say." He simply stopped drinking, "My wife is dissolute by nature, which is completely different from Amei's calm and quiet personality, but since she is married to me, I naturally don't dislike her. But no matter how I discipline her, She still refuses to restrain herself, and even intensifies her relationship with other men outside... I originally thought that when she was a little older, she would definitely be a good mother and wife like Amei, and I have been enduring it she……"

Hearing this, even Mr. Kunikida twitched his eyebrows, never expecting that Matsuyama would talk about his complicated married life so calmly.

However, Mr. Matsuyama's works suddenly turned from a pure and pure love to taboo and unethical love. Could it be stimulated by his wife?

Then, he changed the topic——

"It's just that when our child was eight years old, my wife died in a fire, and everything was reduced to ashes, and the fate between us ended. Even though there was resentment in my heart at the time, now that the person has passed away, I left everything behind. Back of your head."

It can be seen that he tried his best to maintain the setting of "I don't care", but if he really didn't care, how could he tell us about his and his wife's marriage experience like venting?

...Besides, Mr. Matsuyama writes about infidelity and extramarital affairs, and he obviously likes such plots.Could it be that after his wife passed away, did he awaken to such a hobby?

After leaving the meeting, I must check when he started to transform.

"When Shiori grows up and becomes an outstanding woman like Amei, inherit this hotel and let my worthless brother-in-law be laid off early." Before he spoke, he did not hide his contempt for Shiori's father. Speaking of this, no one in the room wanted to speak, and even Sakamoto, the peacemaker, gave up making peace.

The paper door was violently opened——

There was a thin, middle-aged man standing outside the door. His eye sockets were deeply sunken, the veins on his neck were clearly visible, and his skin was wrinkled. He looked as if he had suffered from some kind of illness and was very weak.But unlike his thin body, he was full of air when he spoke.

"You will be a good person in front of others and maintain your image of a noble writer. Isn't it thanks to you that this hotel has become so poor?"

"Father!" Shizhi rushed over to support him, "Why did you get down?"

"If I don't come down, why do I still let him talk nonsense in front of outsiders...he..." Mr. Ogawa, who was very angry at first, clicked his tongue in anger after seeing the demented face of a drunk man in Matsuyama, flicked his sleeves, and fell down. The complexion is gone.

"Shizhi, you must never find a useless man like your father in the future." After the sound of Yasuhiko Ogawa's footsteps disappeared in the corridor, Matsuyama still did not forget to taunt: "If Amei hadn't married a husband like him... How could I go there so early..." After that, he stood up and patted the dust, "I'm sorry to let everyone see a joke, I seem to have drunk too much, so I went up to rest first."

He turned to Shizhi again, and said, "You will come to my room later and check the status of your endorsement."

"Yes." Shiori's face still showed nothing.

After Shiori left, the door closed again, and the dead air in the main hall finally flowed again.

Sakamoto leaned back and let out a long breath.

"Shoushou..."

Everything was so unexpected that we outsiders could only be a background board to listen to their noise, after all, it was someone else's housework.

In short, the Ogawa family was originally a pair of sisters. Yasuhiko changed his name to Ogawa Yasuhiko after he married, married his sister Amei, and gave birth to his daughter Shiori.Mr. Matsuyama married his younger sister, whose name is not yet known, but they also have a son.

And this pair of sisters actually both passed away, leaving only the brother-in-law Yasuhiko Ogawa and Kenichi Matsuyama, and two underage children.

Kunikida asked: "Shouldn't the two of them support each other?"

How come meeting is like a pair of inseparable enemies?

"This." Sakamoto said, "It seems that Yasuhiko owes Matsuyama a large sum of money, but I don't know the details. It is said that the hotel is owned by Ogawa's family. I think the real owner is Matsuyama who is a creditor."

Dazai cast a glance at the closed door, and said, "Mr. Matsuyama likes Shiori very much, and even taught it himself."

"After Amei passed away, he often taught Shiori to read and practice calligraphy. I don't know what the writer is thinking, maybe he thinks Shiori is a talent?" Sakamoto was tired of this topic, he Proposed: "By the way, the police sent some more clues..."

Kunikida was also not very interested in exploring other people's family affairs. He nodded and said, "Let's go back and reorganize the information. I have already coordinated with the police. Someone will take us to do an on-site investigation tomorrow."

On the way back to the room, Dazai suddenly suggested: "Yi Jun, let's play Kapai next time."

"...?"

"I can teach you."

Before I could answer, he was dragged into the room by Mr. Sakamoto.

That night, I was lying on the bed, and I used a towel under him to make a bed for him, but I closed and opened my eyes, and I couldn't sleep peacefully.

"Is it because of drinking?" I stared at the ceiling in a daze, seeing that it was almost night, but I didn't feel sleepy at all, so I gave up struggling and turned on my phone to kill time.

I opened Amazon and bought the electronic version of "The Sanctuary" written by Mr. Matsuyama, just to pass the time, and began to look through it casually.

The heroine in the book is just a pretty country girl. After going to university in Beijing, she meets a successful single male protagonist in a convenience store where she works part-time.The male protagonist in the article seems to have a great prejudice against women. On the one hand, he loves their young and beautiful bodies, but on the other hand, he can't bear the traces left by the world on women, so he urgently wants to cultivate his own. , The only wife.

When I scrolled down, I saw that the hero had customized many light and unique clothes for the heroine at home, and the gauze and kimonos were scattered all over the floor, while the heroine was standing in front of the mirror to show off her flawless and graceful body. body.

In a daze, there was an extremely rhythmic thumping sound from the ceiling of my room, like something crawling on the ground. fell asleep.

That night, I had a dream.

I dreamed that I was standing in front of the mirror, wearing a very troublesome kimono. I wore it several times, but I couldn’t tie the belt properly. I simply put the kimono loosely on my body, staring at my body exposed in the mirror and sulking.

"That's why I hate wearing clothes." In the dream, I even got angry at myself unreasonably.

However, I can’t just go out with my chest and back exposed, and I always have to wear clothes, so I decided to try one last time. If I still can’t put on clothes, I will lock myself in this room forever and not go anywhere up.

My hand is holding the belt, but it doesn't listen to me. It's clearly a dream, but I can feel a very real sense of irritability. My nails accidentally scratched myself. I don't want to be entangled with this belt anymore. Ready to just give up.

At this time, someone held my hand from behind, and then carefully and gently guided me to put on my shirt belt. During this period, I secretly wanted to look at the face of the person behind me through the mirror, but the mirror was too short and reflected too much light , I can't see anything.

I clearly know that I am dreaming.But I can't help lingering in the ethereal, dreamy shadows in my dreams.

Then, I woke up.

I got up and sat on the bed in a daze for 5 minutes.

I realized one thing belatedly.

...Isn't this a spring//dream?

Since it is a spring/dream, it is self-evident who the object of my dream is.

...it's all the alcohol's fault!

This delicate mood climbed to the extreme when I met Dazai early in the morning.He and Kunikida walked towards each other and greeted me: "Morning, Yi-kun~"

I seemed to have been turned on the switch of shame, and responded without daring to lift my head.

"Good morning, Dazai-san, Kunikida-san."

Next, during the whole breakfast, I looked down at my bowl, and after eating it as fast as I could, I even said hello very briefly, and then I went back to my room immediately.

……

……

Because the attitude shown by the person involved is so obvious that there is no need to speculate, so among the two at the same table, Kunikida was the first to ask his partner after Muiji left——

"Did something happen between you...?"

This time even Osamu Dazai couldn't figure it out.

"……No?"

The author has something to say:

Matsuyama's works are from Tanizaki and Watanabe Junichi (.)

And no matter what you say, this is x dream!Read it with me!

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感谢在2020-08-1221:10:20~2020-08-1323:21:20期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of BBee and Jiang Rong; 3 bottles of Zhongtianyue; 2 bottles of Ye Liting;

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