As a background board, I want to pursue Dazai

"It's so heavy..." Although the white-haired boy had a lot of strength, his strength was gradually exhausted when he climbed up the low slope with a bunch of things.He held several boxes in his arms, all of which seemed to be gift boxes for others.The young man beside him was leisurely carrying a few paper bags, and the two of them walked towards their destination together.

——They were entrusted by the president to send some things to Mr. Ryodaki.

"Who made this an entrustment from the president? Don-kun, please be patient, this is a necessary burden for young people."

"Mr. Dazai is clearly in the category of young people, why did he only carry a few light paper bags..."

"This is the privilege of seniors in the workplace."

"This kind of workplace sounds too dark, doesn't it?"

"Maybe Dun-kun is only touching a corner of darkness." Dazai walked ahead with a smile.

It rained last night, and today's air is cool and steamy. Atsushi Nakajima smells the moist air, and smells the fragrance of flowers from a long distance away.

"A new flower shop has opened near here." Dazai explained, seeing his small movements.

The cheerful boy responded to him with a smile: "In this way, people who pass this road to work every morning can smell the fragrance of flowers, and their mood will become more relaxed."

The fragrance of the lily was half a street away, but I could feel the fragrance faintly.

"Mr. Dazai?" Seeing that he was silent, Atsushi Nakajima looked sideways at him.

"Yeah - that's fine." He walked ahead with a smile.

……

……

"excuse me--"

After knocking on the door, there was no response from the owner of the house, and Atsushi Nakajima, who dared not venture forward, looked at Dazai in embarrassment.The latter opened the door with ease and was about to walk in.

"T-Mr. Dazai?"

"Dun Jun wait for me here." He directly crossed the threshold and entered.

The house was quiet.

"—Yi Jun?"

No one responded.

The young man scanned the room one by one. The door of her bedroom was wide open, and there was no one inside.I think it's probably in the main hall, but why didn't I hear his cry?

He walked quickly to the living room, and slammed the door open to enter.Her feet were already on the edge of the tatami, and she looked down to see the black-haired woman with her eyes closed and her body in a "く" shape sleeping on the ground. Her upper body was tilted sideways, her bangs hanging to one side, revealing her delicate forehead.

There are still several letters spread out on the table, some of which have been opened, and some of which are still tightly sealed, with the words "To Teacher Weiliang" written on them.

So I was reading letters from readers, Dazai thought.

Scattered next to the letters from readers, there is also the draft of Imaiken's notes from that day. The immature words are densely packed with the likes and dislikes of "Muyi Inai" and each small wish.

She loves the smell of soft, fluffy, freshly baked bread.

Although she is not picky about food, she actually doesn't like green peppers that much.

My favorite color is blue, I don't hate it.

I hope to have several sets of kimonos that suit her heart in the future.

I want to live in a classical style house, I want to have a large retro bookcase, and then fill it with my favorite books, frame the memorable photos in small photo frames and put them on the cabinet, I want to record every "in the future" When you look back, you will be filled with happiness just by looking at it.”

However, when it comes to family, she is not so confident.She said: "The vision of marriage and family should also be based on realistic considerations, what house to live in, where to choose the house, when to get married, whether to have children... These are not things that I can decide alone. Isn’t it too disrespectful to set the rules for the future of your family? So let’s let nature take its course.”

Dazai looked away from the paper.In Xiangtian's sleep, Wu Yishi breathes evenly and steadily, giving him a warm sense of security.

"...Hmm." She moved her eyelids, as if she was about to wake up.

Ah... Shall I play tricks on her?The young man thought happily.

……

……

I slept soundly, until I heard someone calling my name, I regained my consciousness in dreamland.In my drowsy sleep, someone shouted "Yijun~Yijun~" above my head. Compared with waking me up, this voice made me feel more at ease and wanted to close my eyes and fall asleep beside him. .

No... now is not the time to think about this!

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Mr. Dazai squatting beside me, the windbreaker was dragged to the ground, and there were several colorful handbags beside me.

I thought I was still in a dream, so I murmured, "Mr. Dazai?"

"Good afternoon." He said, "Yi Jun finally woke up."

"Have I slept for a long time?"

"It's been half an hour since I came, right?" He said with a smile, and then pulled the strap on the back of his windbreaker, but I found something in my hand that seemed to be pulled. I spread my palm, and it was the strap of his windbreaker. end.

"Yi Jun has been grabbing my clothes, I can't go anywhere." He complained cutely, and then his body limp and sat on the ground.

I stared blankly at him, then looked at the belt of the clothes I was holding in my hand.

For a while, I didn't know whether to struggle with "I have slept for so long" or "Mr. Dazai has not moved for half an hour".

What caught my imagination the most was that Mr. Dazai was in the same room with me, quietly waiting beside me for half an hour when I fell asleep.

When I think of this, my heart suddenly becomes light and limp, like a ball of twisted sugar silk, which will stick together at any time and become a combination of sugar.

is that true?I thought in a daze.

"So Mr. Dazai...has been waiting for me to wake up?" I let go of my hand shyly, and handed the clothes belt to him.

"Yeah." He said, "I stayed motionless for half an hour, and I always felt that my body was stiff, ahhh—my shoulder hurts!"

"...Is your shoulder uncomfortable?"

I looked at him again, but Mr. Dazai's expression was so sincere that my doubts flew away immediately, leaving only guilt.

I just wanted to make it up to him, so I said, "How about I rub Dazai-san's shoulders?"

"is it okay?"

"Mr. Dazai, just sit down."

"Then trouble Yi Jun." He straightened his back, and I knelt behind him with my knees supported, and then tried to rub his shoulders.

"Is it not enough strength?" I was very worried about this.

"Ah... that's just right." He said comfortably, "Speaking of which, my shoulders have been uncomfortable recently. Could it be that I have suffered from fatigue due to working too hard?"

Could it be that the time spent working at the desk on weekdays has become longer, so it caused it?

I asked casually, "Are there a lot of clerical jobs recently?"

"No, that's not it. But I think it's because..."

"Mr. Dazai?"

Another voice came from the corridor. I stopped my hands and held the door to look out. I saw Atsushi Nakajima holding a bunch of things at the entrance.

"Ah, Ms. Inai, good afternoon! That... May I ask Dazai-san..."

I didn't know why, but I let him come in first, and I asked, "Why is Dun Jun here?"

"Mr. Dazai told me to wait at the door for a while, and went in by himself. I waited for 5 minutes and he didn't come out, so I was afraid that it might be... er, that..." His voice gradually weakened, "I'm worried There were break-and-breaks or gas poisoning or something."

"Dun-jun is more of a shadow than I am. Most of the time it's still safe. I just accidentally fell asleep... Wait, '5 minutes'?"

Atsushi Nakajima continued without noticing, "Well, Mr. Dazai came in 5 minutes ago."

I turned my head immediately, and Dazai actually let out a sigh: "Dun-kun..."

"Eh, eh...? What's the matter?" The keen Atsushi Nakajima immediately felt hairy all over his body.

"It's nothing." My voice was probably trembling, and I said, "It's just that Mr. Dazai's prank was discovered."

Atsushi Nakajima was even more confused: "A prank?"

Dazai already looked fearless.

"Mr. Dazai stuffed the belt of the windbreaker into my hand on purpose, and lied to me that he waited for me for half an hour..."

I'm a little sad, after all, half an hour and 5 minutes of sweetness and reverie brewed in my heart are of completely different weight, but how can I be so selfish, only thinking about my own satisfaction, longing for him to really be by my side so long?

How can I say it——for this, I am complacent in my heart, don't I look like a fool?

"Because Yijun slept so soundly, I couldn't help but want to tease you. I'm sorry~" he said, "But the stiff shoulder didn't lie to you."

My voice was muffled: "...um."

Then I stood up as if I was running away, and said: "Sit down, I'll make tea for you." Then I turned and walked to the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen, I closed the door and leaned against it to catch my ragged breathing.

Three seconds, five seconds, ten seconds... I silently calculated how long it would take for me to calm down.

"Yi Jun?"

I felt a weight coming from the door panel behind me, as if something leaned against it, and then Mr. Dazai’s voice—I realized that we were pressing against the door in the same posture with our backs leaning on.

He asked me: "Yi Jun... is angry?"

I said firmly, "No."

"...Really not?"

"Really do not have."

"Are you actually angry?"

"……No."

No wonder——

Of course there is!

Don't you know that I care about you?

But I couldn't question him loudly, so I just kept my mouth shut and got angry.In the end, it was more like being angry with yourself than angry with him.It was all my own self-indulgence that made me mess up, and I can't blame him for it all.In the final analysis, it was my damn love heart that was about to move again, which made me feel blocked.

"I'm not angry." I seemed to say to myself, "Mr. Dazai is, you don't think I will lose my temper because of a little prank?"

His muffled laughter came through the door——

"So Yi Jun is still angry."

Feeling unwilling to show weakness, I turned around and opened the door and said——

I was about to refute him, saying "I didn't—", but after the barrier of the door disappeared, I bumped into his smiling eyes, and my depression and anger were dispersed by his gaze, and I I really don't have principles, I can't say the words stuck in my throat when I'm stared at by his captivating iris eyes.

"Feel sorry."

"...I'm really not angry." I had to repeat this sentence again.

Now that I've calmed down, I asked him, "Why did Mr. Dazai do this?"

"I think... because I want to get close to Yi Jun." His voice was as light as a feather, stroking my heartstrings, "So..."

"That's why you stuffed the belt of your clothes into my hand?"

"Yeah." He said, "I want to know Yijun's reaction."

You see, Osamu Dazai doesn't speak long words, but when he speaks such simple sentences with a voice that is gentle enough to melt glaciers, it seems that he is extraordinarily sincere.

Am I getting weaker?Or am I really impressed by him?A whole new thought overwhelmed my mind—

Does his behavior prove that he is approaching me?Would he make such jokes on others?No way, think about it carefully, this is already a bit of an ambiguous joke.

I clenched my hand behind my back slightly, recalling the feeling of holding his slippery belt—ah, this belt is just like Mr. Dazai, it is very difficult to grasp, it is too cunning.

But just now, he took the initiative to come to my hands.

Are we getting a little closer?

An indescribable feeling was throbbing in his chest, and his hot fantasies seemed to be riding this intense joy to ascend to heaven together.

And the culprit is the soft and bright smile——

He smiled again and asked me: "Yi Jun, are you not angry?"

"...don't be angry anymore."

This time I was really not angry.

……

……

"I already know that Mr. Ryotaki is in Tokyo now. It's really hard work for you, and I made a special trip to deliver so many things."

The gaffe and episode just now were buried in my heart, this time I took out tea and snacks to entertain them.

"It's nothing, this is also a job arranged by the president." Atsushi Nakajima's answer was quite satisfactory, and then asked: "Miss Inai has been in good health recently, right?"

"It's been a long time, and I've been recuperated a long time ago. I'm healthy now. Thank you for your concern. Dunjun also helped a lot before, right? I haven't thanked you formally yet. I'm really being rude to say it. ’ I said, “I baked some biscuits, if you don’t mind, let’s try them together?”

I packed the biscuits separately in small bags before, and now it happens to be a small bag for each person.

"Is Yi Jun interested in baking recently?" Dazai asked, "Because you like bread?"

"This is also one of the reasons. Jin Jian and his school have a cooking class, and they can make biscuits, cakes, etc., so I will try it myself first, and I can tell him the trick when he makes it. I am not proficient now, I can only make the simplest biscuits."

Atsushi Nakajima took a bite of the biscuit and praised: "Miss Inai's cooking is very good."

"It's still far away. What you see are only successful products, and there are also failed products that can't be tasted at all." I took a sip of my tea, and I felt a little too sweet after eating two biscuits just now. I can't take it with peace of mind.

After Dazai finished eating the biscuits, he asked, "By the way, Yi Jun was reading a letter from a reader just now?"

"Yeah. But I only watched a little bit, took a break in the middle, and fell asleep accidentally."

Out of the situation, Atsushi Nakajima asked, "A letter from a reader?"

"Your Majesty don't know yet?"

"what?"

"Of course - Yi Jun is the author." He said, "Yi Jun's short story has already been published in "Blue."

"Eh, eh?!" Atsushi Nakajima's reaction can be said to be quite exaggerated, "That is to say, Ms. Inai is a writer teacher!?"

"Dun-kun~ It's rude to yell at women like that." Dazai reminded, "But the people who know about it can probably be counted on one hand..."

The white-haired boy glanced at the young people beside him, and complained, "And Mr. Dazai happens to be one of them."

"It's embarrassing to say I'm a 'writer teacher'. I'm not a great enough person to be called that. It's fine for Atsu-kun to treat me as usual. Dazai-san should be the first person around me to know I am writing articles, in other words, I am the number one insider."

"Ah~ I'm number one~" Dazai took a bite of the biscuit happily, "That's right——Yi Jun, is there any new progress in the essay competition?"

I put my hands on my chin and said: "Editor Xiaoshan said that a social vote will be held soon, and the voting rate is as high as 50.00%. I am now in third place. After voting, I might have the possibility to move forward."

Dazai asked, "Has the voting started yet?"

"Not yet. All five shortlisted works will be published in the next special issue, and then a week-long voting will be held on the official website."

Dazai counted the time and said, "The next special issue...that's this Friday, not a few days away."

"Everyone in the detective agency will definitely support Ms. Inai!"

"Is this considered canvassing?" I said with a smile, "Just vote for the articles you like. There is no need to bother everyone for this matter."

I remembered one more thing——

"I may go to Tokyo next week. The head office of "New Tide" has an event to attend."

Dazai: "Have the specific departure time and return time been set?"

"Leave next Thursday. The return time cannot be guaranteed... If it is slow, it may take more than a week."

Dazai had already finished eating the biscuits.

He also casually supported the table with one hand, his eyes wandered to the long corridor behind me, and he repeated in his mouth: "It will take a week..."

"I'll be back soon."

So, please don't make such a lonely voice.

The author has something to say:

Yi: qaq...

Ah, this Zai Zai is really bad and spicy!Rua him quickly! !

Hurry up and be with me!hateful! !

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感谢在2020-09-0423:17:03~2020-09-0521:56:25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: a lonely lemon essence, stop playing games, 1 piece;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：hanchan00、我没在睡觉、未入画40瓶；一颗孤独的柠檬精、珍珠奶茶不要珍珠10瓶；夜雨6瓶；静水流深、今年十七明年十六5瓶；阿琉、柠檬精(ovo)1瓶；

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