As a background board, I want to pursue Dazai

"Long time no see." I subconsciously said this sentence, but soon I remembered that we had been away for a week, which was really far from "long time".

Zhong Yuanzhong is not a person who is entangled in such small details, he said: "I haven't seen you for a while after that." After a second pause, he said: "Isn't it convenient for you now?"

I realized that what he said was inconvenient, he was referring to the time, not that it was inconvenient for me to carry things.Jin Jian's eyes circled on him, and then moved closer to me.

"No, it's all over."

"Do I need to give you a ride?" The question came back again.

There are seven or eight paper bags, large and small, in my hand, and Imaken also took a lot of things. As he said this, a dark cloud above his head was blown away by the wind, and the bright sun just fell on my neck. and shoulders.

"Then I will trouble you." I said, "Just send me to the nearby... dojo."

He was very considerate and didn't ask me why I didn't send it home directly.

As soon as I got in the car, I felt refreshed - my life was saved by the air conditioning in his car.The interior of the car is very spacious and open. When I just opened the door, I discovered the fact that this car is expensive. If I hadn't done little research on car brands, I would have recognized the price on the spot.

He took a box of pressed candy from a drawer and asked me, "Would you like some candy?"

The candy is lime flavored, solid chewing hard candy, I think he saw me with a young child, this candy must be for Imaken, I got the candy box, it was very empty, only The bottom half or so of candy.

The sound of the candy box sounded in the small space. I gave Jinjian two and myself one.

While chewing, there was a layer of cold air on the tongue coating, which complemented the air-conditioning in the car.

He had already started the car, put the candy box back away, and said, "Sometimes I need this thing after smoking."

In the car, he didn't wear the thick black windbreaker, and his back looked much cooler. We crossed this street and soon came to another traffic light.With his hands on the steering wheel, he suddenly mentioned what happened before.

"Are you still writing articles recently?"

His question was not abrupt, after all, the only point of intersection between us is Yukimura, and now she is not suitable to be the topic, no matter what the reason is.

I told him my experience of submitting manuscripts, including how I was rejected, and I am waiting for replies from the last few magazines.

The traffic light has passed, he said: "It will be smooth." He added, "No problem, you write very interestingly, and the magazine you are waiting for will definitely give you the response you want."

I regard his words as a polite blessing between people I am not familiar with. Although I am anxiously waiting for the correct, smooth, and lucky answer, no matter how peaceful I am, I am also afraid of the first time. The fact that it was denied in one step, out of this kind of shame, I didn't even tell Mako and Saito about the submission.The only person who knows so far is Mr. Dazai.

Telling Mr. Nakahara about this is because we are not familiar with it, so we have no burden.In the end, he was actually the first person who assured me that there was no problem.

Whether it's out of politeness or a casual wish for someone else's kindness, I admit it's one of the things I most want to hear right now.

"Lend your blessings."

"Is this child living with you now?"

"Well," I said, "he's my family now."

Maybe Nakahara still remembers the way Jinjian resisted the ghost, he changed his clothes today, it was too everyday, maybe Nakahara also took it for granted that he was just a human child.

"Is he still in school?"

"I'm on leave." I said, "There are always some force majeure reasons."

"Oh..." There was no purpose in his conversation, and he continued casually, "It's better for children of this age to get along with their peers? How can I say... it will be more healthy?" He added, "I'm just talking casually. After all, I don't know the situation of your family."

Well... If this is the case according to common sense, but Imaiken's peers?Those are definitely not kids who look as fit as he looks, maybe I should go with him to visit historical relics, or swords enshrined in museums and temples.

In other words, let him communicate with Qing Guang more, at least they come from the same origin.

The interior of the car was spacious, and Imamori was shaking his calf on the seat.We have reached the intersection in front of the dojo.

"Just send it here." I said, "I'm really grateful for today."

"It's nothing, it's just a little effort."

After we got out of the car, we walked slowly along the ramp. When we passed the gate of the dojo, I glanced inside. Imaken grabbed the corner of my skirt and followed my line of sight to the depths of the dojo. Two children in uniform came out, and they also carried their own wooden knives.I think it's an intermission, and I want to go outside to buy some snacks to pad my stomach.

"Ai Ai~ Is this the dojo where you work?" I think it may be because he is a swordsman, so he has an irresistible affection for this kind of place. He looked at the wooden knives in the children's hands, The hand holding the corner of my skirt shook slightly, like a child acting like a baby when begging for a toy.

"Can I play in the future?" Little Tengu blinked and looked at me expectantly.

"Of course." That's what I planned, "Let's go back today and come back to play tomorrow."

As soon as we got home, we put down our handbags, and the mobile phone dinged to remind us of the mail.As I waited for the magazine's reply every day, once I got the news, I couldn't wait to turn on the screen to see the reply.

——It was a letter from the publishing house, telling me that "Blue" seemed to have this intention, and wanted to talk to me, and made an appointment for a detailed meeting time.

Of course, with the editor himself.

……

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"Have you received the reply? Congratulations Yijun, the first step has been taken, and it will become smoother and smoother in the future."

Hearing such encouraging support from Mr. Dazai, although I was a little surprised by his attitude of "you will have smooth sailing", but no one does not like to hear good words, and I am naturally the same.

Now it's time for me to prepare dinner, and Dazai's appearance here proves that he has skipped work as a matter of course, not only that, but also came early for dinner.

I opened the door of the refrigerator, took out two puddings packed in a hard box, put them in front of Dazai and Imaiken, and told him: "Mr. Just received a letter from the editor, could it be said that he is a person with a halo of luck? Ah, by the way, do you want to eat pudding? I just bought two copies."

He immediately showed an expression as if he had swallowed a snail alive——

"Did you meet him just now?"

Imai moved the two puddings on the table in front of him, wrapped his arms around them, then looked down at the flavors written on the label, and when he heard Dazai's words, he answered first.

"Yeah, he is a kind person." He said while distinguishing the words on the label, "not only sent Ai back, but also gave us delicious hard candies. Ai~Ai~chocolate and Which flavor of matcha pudding is better?"

I was rummaging through the cupboard for an apron, and I replied, "...I prefer the strawberry flavor, so you can divide the two puddings among yourself."

Dazai quickly pressed the box with the green lid and said, "I want matcha flavor!"

Imai, who was snatched by the tiger, widened his eyes, and angrily grabbed the two puddings into his arms.

"Obviously Ayi bought it for me!" Under normal circumstances, Jinjian might have shared it generously.But Dazai's movements were too sensitive and too sudden, Imaken suddenly became hostile, he immediately moved back half an inch holding the box.

"Huh? Give me one~ We humans will die if we don't eat pudding in this hot weather."

"Are you kidding me like a child? Even if you want to give it, it's only for me and Ai." Imaiken was very dissatisfied with Dazai who came out halfway to grab food.

As I tied the apron, I complained in my heart.

——This picture is really too subtle.

Adult men would actually cheat with a child because they snatched snacks... No, it's hard to say which of them is a child... According to age, Imaken is indeed the older party, but as far as the current performance is concerned Look, it actually gave me a feeling of half a catty.

When I was about to sneak away from this childish war, Dazai was sticking his face on the table like a q-version villain, but he grabbed the corner of the apron——

His pale brown and red eyes had a longing gleam.

"Yi Jun, can't you give it to me?"

...does this step need to be done for the pudding?

No, it seems to me to be a bit out of line behavior, but this kind of childishness without being too self-restraining, casual and free and easy, is also his advantage?

Just as I was hesitating, I heard Imaken complaining in a soft voice——

"Ah, that's too cunning! I want to keep it and eat it with Ayi."

The two eyes converged on me, and I realized that they were waiting for me to make a decision.That's bad, I thought.How to satisfy the wishes of both of them in an impartial way?But I feel sad.

"Okay." I sighed, took off my apron, took out a small porcelain plate and two spoons from the cabinet, sat down between the two of us, glanced left and right, like the person presiding over a ceremony, and said: " What flavor do you all want?"

Dazai: "Matcha!"

Imaiken: "Chocolate!"

It seems that their conflict is not about the taste, but that Imamu wants to eat pudding with me, so he wants to leave the other pudding to me. If I generously give the pudding to Dazai, it will prove that I am right. He is unconditionally accommodating, which will hurt Jin Jian's heart.

With a sigh of relief, I poured the matcha pudding into a saucer, then split it in half with a stainless steel spoon.

"Mr. Dazai and I are half of each other, and then Imaken eats chocolate pudding."

What responded to me was the sound of Imken cheerfully opening the plastic cover.

"...But I lost half of it like this?" Dazai scooped a piece of pudding into his mouth with a spoon, and then put the spoon in his mouth, "I always feel like I'm at a loss..."

"Mr. Dazai." I took a sip of the cool pudding speechlessly, "You are obviously rubbing my pudding...?"

After being pestered by them for a long time, I realized that Mr. Dazai was clearly eating free food, but he was so confident that I forgot about it.

It's so natural - I thought to myself as I ate my pudding half-consciously.

It was as if I had long regarded him as part of the family.

After this little pudding incident, the two of them were watching TV in the room. When I passed by, I glanced at it, and it turned out to be a special film.Jin Jian curled up his legs and stared at the new generation of heroes on the screen with bright eyes, obviously he has been completely captured by the transformed heroes with new special effects.

When I walked past the other side of the corridor to get the ingredients again, the two of them were already waving their arms passionately, and gestured together with the transformation of the Kamen Rider on TV.

"No, no, the hands must be like this first..."

"Is this the posture?"

Dazai is actually instructing Imai how to perform Kamen Rider transformation.

This scene was too mentally polluted, I quickly shook my head and walked into the kitchen with the white radish in my arms.

Tonight it was green salad and fries with shredded crab sticks in the salad.I originally planned to make grilled fish, but I was worried that Imaken would not be very good at picking fish bones, so I simply chose the fried food that is more popular with children's tastes, with shredded cabbage and white radish puree.Because I ate tamagoyaki in the morning, I made steamed eggs in the evening, and finally the usual miso soup.

Generally speaking, it is not luxurious, a very ordinary family dinner.

Not long after the tonkatsu was cooked, Dazai came outside the kitchen.When I looked at him with a questioning look, he took the initiative to answer:

"I smelled this tempting aroma from two rooms away, so I came here following my instinct. Today I have fried pork cutlets. I am so happy. The person who invented fried food for the first time in the world should be remembered in history." With his hands in his pockets, he leaned against the door frame of the kitchen, savoring the slightly salty aroma of fried food in the air.

Dazai's passion for food today is uncharacteristically passionate. ,

——Could it be that he didn't eat at noon?

"... Mr. Dazai, what did you have for lunch?"

"Noon? I'm really unlucky. I ran around for work and didn't eat at all. My stomach has long been flattened."

I dug out the individually packaged crab sticks from the refrigerator and handed them to him, "Eat this first to cushion your stomach, and don't drink cold water after eating."

"Okay~" He tore open the package and stuffed the crab sticks into his mouth in one gulp, eating too eagerly, like a squirrel busy storing food in its cheeks.

At this moment, I have already peeled the mashed radish.

I remembered that it was inconvenient for him to talk about the case a few days ago, so what is the progress now?

"Mr. Dazai." I asked, "The Yahara case...can you tell me what happened?"

"Now that the conclusion has been reached, it's okay to tell you."

He explained to me the truth behind the matter, including what he deduced and what was added in the follow-up investigation.To put it simply, one party could not love it, and because of love and hatred, it turned to attack its daughter. Mr. Matsuyama's son and the victim Shizhi were cousins ​​with deep affection since childhood. He could not tolerate his father's behavior, and finally , The maid who wholeheartedly protected him was also involved, and even went mad, massacring innocent people for him, creating the illusion of a serial murder case.

"...The person who killed Shiori's father was Huiren, or the maid Miss Qing?"

"It's Huiren." He said while wiping his fingers with a tissue, "At that time, Shizhi's father was not completely dead. Huiren was inexperienced, so he ran away. It was Miss Qing who secretly took care of him."

"Hui Ren attacked Shizhi's father because he couldn't attack his biological father?"

Dazai said: "Not only for this reason, but he believes that the two elders have inescapable sins that caused Shiori's tragedy. They can't kill their fathers, so they start with their uncles first. I think he is instilling in himself A wrong kind of courage—once he kills his uncle with his own hands, he will have the authority and courage to kill his relatives, so that he can successfully kill Mr. Matsuyama."

"But it was Miss Qing who actually killed the man in the end, and Hui Ren was considered an attempted murder at most." I sighed, "How is Miss Qing?"

"Miss Qing has been taken back by the special department."

"And after this...?"

Dazai smiled helplessly: "I'm not quite sure about that."

At this point, the fried food is ready to be taken out of the pan and put on a plate, so I focus on the food and wait for this matter to be dealt with.Imaken also broke away from the temptation of the TV. He smelled the aroma and threw himself on the table, staring at the drained pork cutlet with glowing eyes.

Seeing him looking forward to this, I remembered that there was still something to deal with.

"Mr. Dazai, how much do you know about the nearby elementary school? Wait, Imaken, don't touch the freshly cooked food with your hands, it will burn your hands." I hurriedly took a pair of chopsticks for him, and continued: "I want to give Jinjian has decided on the school, and it will start soon."

Dazai was very clear about the origin of Imaiken, and his eyes fell on the top of Imaiken's head.

"...Does anyone else recommend it to Yi Jun?"

"Miss Kanyue from Tsukimine Shrine recommended Tomoeda Elementary School to me." I said, "Kinomoto's younger sister seems to be a student of this elementary school too."

He asked, "What does Jinjian think?"

"He said as long as it's close to home." It's because he didn't ask for anything that I was distressed.

"In this case, why don't you ask Kinomoto-kun's younger sister to help you visit this school?" He said, "I can feel relieved after seeing it with my own eyes."

I nodded. "Not a bad idea."

After resolving doubts, large and small, the rest of our conversation was purposeless small talk.They sent an email to tell me that they would be back later, so I wrapped their dinner in plastic wrap and put it on the table on the other side.

At first I thought that Dazai and Imaken would not get along, but the fact is completely reversed.The childish part of Dazai and Imaken's cheerful virgin belonged to the same kingdom. At the dinner table, listening to their high and low voices, I thought I had entered an elementary school classroom during lunch break.

"That's right, listen to me——Kunikida-kun is a ghost, that person only cares about work—"

"That's right, the client actually said 'there is no tea for you here', and asked us to travel thousands of miles to the scene, but he refused to even give you a cup of white water, which is too stingy."

"...Then I thought of one thing. In history, a certain Pope took a sip of water with flies in it when he issued a proclamation. As a result, he choked his throat and suffocated to death. If the client gave me a glass of water, the And there happened to be a fly..."

He chatted on and on for a long time, and I listened carefully while eating.

And when I heard this, I put down my chopsticks and said, "...doesn't this way of dying feel a little, um...disgusting?"

"I think so too." He nodded in agreement, "So, I was actually a blessing in disguise."

Um?is that so?

The logic seems a bit wrong...

"Yi Jun, when is the appointment with the editor?"

"The day after tomorrow." I opened the email on my phone and reconfirmed, "The location is at a cafe nearby. I think it's just a brief chat."

"Based on the analogy of the workplace, this is the first interview, right?" He had already finished eating, and put his chopsticks in the center of the empty plate, "I want to impress the editor."

"But the most important thing is the quality of the work." I said.

He smiled and said, "Yes."

But what Dazai said is also very correct. Even if I have some confidence in the quality of my work, I still leave a good impression on the editor I met for the first time.In this way, it is natural to work hard on all aspects of speech and manners. I am not good at saying polite words that are too pompous, so I may not be able to please people with my mouth, so I have to work harder in other aspects.

Today's California Qingguang said in my mind, Sister Tiaozi hopes that he can teach me how to dress myself.

Since there is still a day between the meeting with the editor, let's choose a new set of clothes after work.

After dinner, I will send an email to ask Qingguang if he has time.

"What's wrong?" Dazai asked me, "Do you have other plans?"

"Yeah." I nodded and answered him, "I recently met a man who has a lot of experience in fashion, and I plan to ask him to give me advice on what clothes to wear when I meet with the editor. Mr. Dazai is right. The first interview not only Pay attention to work ability, and improve your impression points."

Dazai pushed the plate aside and asked me, "Is this person Yi Jun mentioned someone I know?"

California Kiyoto is the sword of Mr. Hiroto... But even Yoshiyuki doesn't know that Mr. Hiroto is a god judge, and Mr. Dazai probably doesn't know either, right?

But Mr. Dazai is full of mysteries, and I can't say for sure that he knows nothing about it.

Then I can only say: "Maybe I know it, maybe I don't know it."

Dazai: "...?"

The author has something to say:

Every time I hope that the next time I sprinkle it is not ordinary sugar, it is best to sprinkle wedding candy...

The rambling daily life (Aba Aba), when I wrote it, there was a feeling that I had clearly not confirmed the relationship but had already lived this stage of life ahead of time.

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感谢在2020-08-2222:50:54~2020-08-2322:24:22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 lonely lemon essence;

Thank you to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of the world; 4 bottles of wanting to die with Dazai; 255769282 bottles; 1 bottle of Ye Xunyue;

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