As a background board, I want to pursue Dazai

I was curious about his thought-provoking answer: "So what's the condition?"

"Let's keep this secret for the time being." He said mysteriously, "Take the video as an advance payment from me—in exchange, Yijun will promise me one thing. Well, this thing won't make you go against it." Your own conscience and morality will not be beyond your ability, can you?"

"I know." I answered simply.

But I can't think of anything I can do to help him, maybe just cook him a delicious meal.

The background sound came from the mobile phone, it was the sound of the campus radio, it was a bit noisy, and I couldn't hear the content clearly.

Dazai said: "The afternoon project is about to start, and there is a [-]-meter sprint."

I looked up out of the window, and the train had already entered the platform, so I could only say: "My car is about to enter the station too. Mr. Dazai, cheers for the race."

After I hung up the phone, although my eyes were still focused on the track outside the platform that was partly covered by trees, my thoughts had already turned into Wei Tuotian, and I ran back to Yokohama non-stop, and ran to the sports meeting.

Sonoko’s joke made me escape from this fantasy. She narrowed her eyes and joked at me: “The person on the phone just now—could it be the person I love?”

I didn't need to hide anything from her, and I admitted it generously: "Well, he went to my brother's sports meeting instead of me today." Not long ago, such a behavior would only make my worries linger like bubbles However, most of what occupies my mood now is joy and contentment. Now I have a real sense of Mr. Dazai's approach, and I have no power to resist.

The whole person is like wandering in the sea of ​​flowers, smelling the pleasant aroma, and the spirit and body are all as light as a balloon.

Sonoko's reaction was much more intense than I imagined. She clenched her hands under her chin, as if she had heard a story that made her imagine.

"—So, he is actually interested in you, right?"

She is much braver and bolder than me when it comes to talking about feelings. She said to me: "If you don't like it at all, how can you go to the sports meeting instead of you? Doesn't he know what this behavior means in the eyes of outsiders?" ?”

"No...my brother asked him to help." I argued sweetly, "There is no other meaning."

"—Even if you know you have gone, will you be judged as an intimate relationship?"

Her question was so straightforward that I couldn't answer it.

Mr. Dazai is not only talented in likability, but also intelligent and astute, which is embodied in his thoughts on people's words and deeds and his heart, and he will probably not go astray.In other words, he doesn't have to have anything to do with me and participate in any sports meeting.

"Did he treat you too—"

What she hadn't finished speaking was roughly interrupted, and the law enforcement officers had already boarded the car.

I am glad that I don't have to face this answer that I have to face my heart. On the other hand, I can't help but regret that I was misunderstood. In fact, I was secretly happy in my heart, and even secretly prayed that all this would happen.

……

……

Mr. Dazai’s prophecy came true again. The Maori detective solved the case in a very efficient way. My tortured stomach finally had a chance to be filled. After getting off the car, I exchanged contact information with Sonoko. A blessing exclusively for young girls——

"The confession must be successful! I'm waiting for your good news!"

I can only keep her blessing in my heart and wait for the moment when the chapter will be revealed in the future.

After getting off the bus, I took my luggage, went to a nearby restaurant to eat something casually, and then went to the arranged residence to pack it up quickly. It was almost three o'clock after I finished my work.Editor Xiaoshan sent me an email, asking me to go to the headquarters and learn about the rules and regulations of the event with other teachers.

I had no choice but to pack myself up quickly, and then rushed to the next venue without stopping.

When I arrived at the living room, there were already three people sitting there, and I thought to myself that I was almost the last one to arrive, so it wouldn’t be mistaken for being arrogant and being late on purpose, right?

There were male students in summer uniforms, a lively woman who looked about thirty, and a middle-aged man with gray hair on his temples.

I sat down on the circular sofa beside me, and as soon as I sat down, the woman greeted me——

"Hello? Are you Weiliang teacher?" She told me frankly enough in her brisk and lively tone—she didn't mind that I was late.

I hurriedly lowered my head and raised it again, and introduced myself to her: "Hi, I'm Inai, and my pseudonym is Weiliang. Are you... teacher Shion?"

From editor Xiaoshan, I learned that there are only two women in the top five middle schools, and the only one besides me is Teacher Ziyuan.

"Ziyuan is both my real name and my pseudonym." She said with a smile, "We have some business to come here today, so you are not late." Her gentle reassurance made me relax a lot, and I responded shyly smile.

Teacher Ziyuan's work is "Wind Curtain", which tells the ridiculous and thought-provoking little things in the life of the heroine and her husband in a humorous tone. Fearless, but have to face all kinds of phenomena.

When I saw it today, it gave me the feeling that the writing is like a person - brisk and lively without concealing its care. It is really not surprising that such a person can write good articles.

We chatted with each other for a while, and I learned that she had been married for five years, was very close to her husband, and had a daughter.

As the only women present, we quickly struck up a conversation.Teacher Ziyuan is very talkative, I just need to listen to her tell interesting stories at ease.

Then, of course, we talked about the works.

"Although everyone thinks that my novels are written with reference to my husband...it's not the case at all. My husband is a very rigid person, with a terrible rigidity, so he won't be like the one in "Wind Curtain". The leading actor is just as offbeat." Teacher Ziyuan had a girlish and playful look on her face, and her delicate eyebrows fluttered mischievously.

I said, "In other words, the husband in "Wind Curtain" is a completely fictional character?"

"No, it's not." She said with a smile, "Although it's not the same type - but in the final analysis, sometimes a man is like a child, he will do things that make you laugh and think he is so cute that you can't describe it. In this essence, my husband is no different from the male protagonist in my novel. How about... that should be called Contrast Moe? Doesn’t it make my husband cuter?”

When she sighed to Mr., her eyes were full of cherishment, and anyone who looked at them knew that they were a couple.

As for her, I naturally substituted for the only male character around me.

Mr. Dazai has a kind of innocence that deserves to be cared for. I firmly believe that this is not a commonality in the world. Otherwise, why do I only care about him?

I can't argue with the "cute" point though.

"Where's Ms. Inai? She's still single, right?" She asked me, "Do you have any plans for your future life with your boyfriend?"

I pressed my tongue against the pointy protuberances of my teeth, feeling uneasy at the impression that she skipped asking me if I had a boyfriend and just assumed that I already had one.

She said: "It doesn't matter if you don't have a plan. I think it's better to get married later... Ah, I won't be misunderstood by your boyfriend if I say this? If you think he is suitable, it is also good to get married early. Me and I My husband just got married in a hurry without making any plans, and as a result, I got pregnant again when he was busy with work...don't mention how hard it was."

When it comes to this, I basically can only bite the bullet and answer.

——It seems that Teacher Ziyuan intends to tell me about her pre-marital experience in detail, otherwise she won't let me go.

"I didn't have a job at that time, so I stayed at home all the time. We were not prepared at that time, and the savings were not enough except for daily expenses. My husband often worked overtime and was under great pressure... Thinking about the child in my womb He was about to fall to the ground, and he had no choice but to go to work without closing his eyes. I was really touched and distressed..."

I was fascinated by her reminiscences of that difficult time.

"So, you have to plan well before you get married, whether it's the house or the money you saved for the children. We spent it on the wedding and honeymoon at the time. We didn't plan it at all, and the children came. It was really unexpected... ..." She said in a mature tone, "Miss Inai, please take me as a warning."

After her long speech, I couldn't say a few words such as "um" and "ah" dryly, so I had to say: "...I will pay attention to it. After considering the financial situation, I will consider the children's affairs."

In fact, I was very embarrassed.

I dare not even make big strides in my confession. My post-marriage plans and children are too far away from me, so far away that it is unrealistic, and I dare not even dream about it.

"Well, otherwise you will suffer a lot!" She sighed, "People who are cautious like my husband have also fallen into the trap with me. Sure enough, when feelings come to mind, everyone likes to talk big."

"But, didn't Teacher Ziyuan and your husband survive this period of time well? This can't be said to be 'talking big'."

"You're right. Anyway, anyway, definitely... you must think twice before having a child!"

Hey, looking at her excited look, I can't say the phrase "I don't have a boyfriend yet" - I missed the best time to confess.

"But why hasn't the editor come yet?" She added, "Ms. Kimura is still a high school student, and there will be cram classes to attend later, so time is very tight."

Ben, a high school student at the side, was looking down at a book when he heard his name being called.He looked up at us too—

"Mr. Ziyuan, is the topic between women over?" He had a serious expression, and he didn't seem to be teasing us.

"Ah? There are endless topics between women! I said, Teacher Inai, let's exchange contact information?" She took out her mobile phone and was about to exchange email addresses and Lines with me.

I also took out my mobile phone, I have very few contacts on Line, and I rarely use Line.I still use email most of the time.

"Ms. Kimura is really amazing." She said, "High school students already have bestsellers with sales of more than 50 volumes."

"Mr. Ziyuan, please don't put gold on my face anymore. I also write books for food. It's better to say that my books sell so well to make people feel sad." The high school student said plainly.

The book written by high school student Kimura is called "Orphan", which is said to be a semi-autobiographical novel adapted from his real experience.The title is already very explicit, but in fact it is more sad - he was abandoned by his parents in the public toilet, he is an orphan, it is better to say he is an "abandoned child".

When he was 16 years old, he published this book, which caused unprecedented social repercussions.

He once said at the signing meeting: "It is my parents who created my lonely half life, but they are also the ones who gave me life, so I don't want to give them too much ink in the book, I just want to write about my life after I was born. other people I met with whom I have encountered enough to support this book."

Now, the teenager put down the book he was reading and joined our conversation.

"I agree with Teacher Ziyuan's words. If you are not ready to become someone else's parents, don't give him life easily. He can't choose his own birth, but he can choose his own future—this is really an irresponsible statement. When you can’t choose your origin, you will only encounter greater resistance if you want to choose the future you want, and not everyone is so lucky as to be able to shake this boulder that hinders you from changing.”

His small face was serious but expressionless.

"At least I'm lucky," he said. "Although it's rude to say this to Ms. Inai who is older than me when I meet for the first time, I still hope that you can give birth to the next generation at the right time. I don't mean to belittle Ms. Inai, just..."

"Okay, okay." Zi Yuan hurriedly stopped him, "Girls have the most right to speak about their bodies, and I don't think Teacher Inai will treat her husband and children casually."

Although I agree with what they said, but seeing him singing in harmony, I couldn't help thinking—how did the topic turn so suddenly, and even ran to such a remote place?

I'm not even in love yet?

Under the serious gaze of one of them and the warm gaze of the other, I could only smile stiffly.

"...What you said makes a lot of sense."

Fortunately, the editor in charge of the event finally came to the rescue, and he handed each of us the event charter document.

"Teacher Wulang may not be able to come today, so I will talk about other things first." He explained to us with the document, "Tomorrow is the beginning of voting, but that is online voting, which has nothing to do with us. Teachers only need to go to the official website to see. It's good to announce the situation. Let me talk about other arrangements for the next few days..."

To put it simply, it is a conversation between authors, then an exchange with readers, and finally a simple promotional video.

"The promotional video is a special plan for the [-]-year-old publication of "Xin Chao". This time, about [-] writers and teachers are going to be filmed... so teachers are required to cooperate. The teachers in the other departments have already completed the filming. It doesn't matter. Everyone only has a few minutes. The lens, and it may not be used in the end, so don’t be nervous!”

The person in charge's words can be said to be so honest that it makes people laugh and cry.

However, it is only a small exchange meeting in itself.I think it's ok to relax.

……

……

Leaving the lobby, I'm going back to the hotel.Some trivial matters dragged on for a while, and it was almost six o'clock when I checked my phone.

The night in early October falls earlier, and the sky is already blue and purple.It seems to be raining today, with a few dark clouds hanging over the head unstoppably, and I am afraid that the water will be squeezed out soon.

"I won't get down now..."

I stepped across the traffic lights quickly, already starting to get restless.There is still a 5-minute walk from the hotel. If it rains, I will definitely get soaked.

However, the more you worry, the more bad things will happen as expected.

As soon as I crossed the zebra crossing, the pattering rain fell from the top of my head, so I had no choice but to put my bag on top of my head and run. After flying all the way back to the hotel room, I almost died.

I was drenched all over, so I had to take a hot shower right away, then put on my pajamas and sat down to wipe my hair, but within a few minutes of sitting down, my phone vibrated crazily——

It is Jinjian.

He sent a video call, so I put my phone on the table, and as soon as I connected to the network, I saw his smiling face.

"Ai Ai! What are you doing?"

I said, "Just got out of the shower. How about you? How was your day?"

I noticed that there is an unfamiliar background behind him. Could it be that he is not at home now?

"Listen to me!" He rested his chin on the table and tapped his hands on the table, "I'm at Dazai's house!"

I:"???"

"Well... I accidentally lost the key at the sports meeting today, and I don't want to miss the broadcast time of Kamen Rider." He told me dejectedly, "I can only watch Kamen Rider here, and then wait for Sato and the others to go home Then I left again."

"Why did you lose the key?" I asked him in surprise.

"Well..." Jin Jian tilted his head and pressed half of his face on the table, as if he didn't intend to tell me.

Mr. Dazai’s voice came from the other side of the screen——

"It's not embarrassing to say it, is it?"

"No———" Imamu protested loudly, "Don't tell Ai!"

I watched them squabble on the other side of the screen, so curious about what happened that I forgot to blame Imam for losing the key.

"But Satoshi called me just now, they probably won't be going back tonight." Dazai sat down beside him slowly.

"Huh—?!" Jin Jian stood up abruptly, grabbed the hem of his clothes and asked, "Then can I sleep with you today?"

Dazai glanced at him, neither said yes nor no, but grabbed a T-shirt of his own and threw it to him.

"Go take a shower first."

Imaiken looked back and forth between me and Dazai.

I saw some dust on the corner of his clothes, so I had to say: "Go take a shower, won't there be a Kamen Rider special at 07:30 later?"

"!" His hair was almost tied up, "I'm going to take a shower now!"

Then he ran away on the tatami mat.

Dazai straightened the phone, glanced at the status bar, and said, "It's almost seven o'clock."

"Yeah." I responded to him, and put the towel on the side in my hand, then turned my head sideways and wiped the end of my hair under it, "Have you had dinner yet?"

"I ordered takeaway." He put his phone aside, "There is still half an hour to eat, to be honest, I'm already starving..." He yawned, "Yi Jun is wiping her hair? Speaking of which just now It’s raining heavily in Tokyo, could it be that it’s raining?”

"I'm completely drowned." I said with a smile, "Imaken will have to trouble Dazai-san to take care of him."

"Where," he said, "a lot of interesting things happened today."

"Interesting thing? You mean the sports meeting?" I asked.

Dazai stared at the table, as if thinking about how to answer my words, I unconsciously stopped wiping my hair, and leaned forward - knowing that it was useless to be separated from the screen, but I did it anyway.

Finally, as soon as he knocked on the table—

"It's decided! Let's talk about it when Yi Jun comes back." After he whetted my appetite, his smiling expression showed how satisfied he was.

He moved the phone a little farther away, and I could see his upper body clearly.Including his room, there is almost nothing there, and there is no personal color, like a rental house that can be moved out at any time.

I took a can of beer out of my bag and opened it aside.The sound of hissing gas did not escape his ears, so I lifted the can and shook it in front of the screen.

"When I met Yi Jun for the first time, Yi Jun was also drinking."

"...It's really nostalgic." At that time, I was still hanging out in an Internet cafe, drinking promotional products, "It doesn't seem like a long time has passed. At that time, I was going to share a bottle of beer with Mr. Dazai, but I was rejected gone."

He blinked, said "Ah, ah" twice, then said "wait a moment", and ran off the screen by himself. A few seconds later, he was holding a bottle of cold beer still dripping in his hand Sit down again.

He opened the can, and I noticed that he had taken off his trench coat as well.

The night wind is so cold, I'm afraid he'll get sick.

Then Dazai-san raised the can and said to me, "Would you like to have a drink together?"

"Extremely happy." I imitated him and brought the wine glass close to the screen, "Would you like to drink?"

He asked me, "What are you going to drink to?"

"There are too many things worth toasting." I tied the hair that was hanging down because of bowing my head just behind my ears, "Celebrating the complete success of the sports meeting...?"

"...Pfft." He held up a beer bottle in front of his face and laughed, "But our grades are indeed very good."

"Don't laugh, Dazai-san, I can't think of anything else."

"Isn't there something else?" He said, "Yi Jun's novels are among the top five."

"This is just normal..."

"Yi Jun, the other four shortlisted contestants are all experienced in publishing novella and novels. Taking the opponent's strength as a reference, Yi Jun is also an incredible newcomer writer in the eyes of others?" He smiled. Encourage me, "Well, although I knew before that Yijun has the bad habit of underestimating himself, but this bad habit is accompanied by extremely strong self-esteem, so I don't think it is a bad thing, but excessive self-modesty is also a kind of conceit in the eyes of others— —Please have more confidence in your own work.”

Hmm... He was right, my troublesome temperament needs to be cured, and it is best to bring me a file to get rid of it quickly and ruthlessly.

"Cheers to Yi Jun's novel being shortlisted."

"Then I would like to toast Dazai-san and Imaken for their good results in the sports meet."

Clinking glasses through the screen looked really funny, and the taste of beer was refreshing, and it actually made me feel refreshed after drinking it.

"Speaking of writers, Mr. Kimura is still a high school student, and it's quite remarkable to write such sharp works." Recalling what I saw today, I shared with him, "When I was Mrs. Kimura's age, eight out of nine out of ten were in Memorize the contents of the textbook by rote for the exam... What did Dazai-san do when he was in high school?"

He put down the beer and the bottom of the can rattled on the table.

"When I was a teenager, I seemed to have done everything. Looking back, I was really a problem child. You know, Yi Jun, delinquent boys and bosozokus are completely childish in front of me, even the level of kindergarten children's fights. Not really, at best it’s just a cat and a dog scratching their hands and feet.”

I thought that when he said this, he was exaggerating and showing off like a joke, but I didn't expect Dazai on the other side of the screen to be very serious about thinking about the past——

"To sum it up - I am the 'lack in modern education'." His smile was quite reserved at this moment, and then he changed the subject -

"I've also read Kimura's "Orphan". That boy thought deeply about the issue of 'raising the next generation'."

It's not that I don't want to explore the meaning behind his smile, and the meaning of the phrase "missing in modern education".It's just that he has diverted the topic away, and if I hold on to it, I won't know what's good or what's wrong.

"Speaking of which, today I also talked with Mr. Kimura and Mr. Ziyuan." I said, "Ms. Ziyuan has been emphasizing to me that after marriage, you must not decide to give birth to a child in a fever...without guarantees." It is not a good thing for anyone to let him be born in a hurry when the life of a generation is gone."

"Even so..." He shook his head and said, "Except for accidents caused by force majeure, there are still many people who will choose to give birth to children when they are unable to bear it."

"'One's own birth was unexpected, even wrong'--what a terrible torture for a child to tell, it is nothing less than the highest level of malice." I sighed, "Two Although what the teacher said is far away from me, it is also a kind of vigilance."

I tossed the towel aside and said, "Sorry, I seem to have taken the topic too seriously."

"No," he said, "as a social topic it's really thought-provoking."

Mr. Dazai seems to keep a safe distance from this topic. It is difficult for me to read the meaning from his face. He may think it is very reasonable, or he may have other opinions of his own, but he does not intend to reveal them.

I realized that I seemed to be leading him on the wrong subject.

This kind of topic tends to make people think too deeply. Once people think too deeply, they like to combine their own situation and then advance layer by layer.In no way did I offend him, nor did I mean to make him unhappy.

I wanted to say something more, but a sudden sleepiness made me yawn.

"Are you tired?" He looked at me and asked.

I told the truth: "Recently, I have been prone to sleepiness, and today is the same...Maybe the temperature is too comfortable, and I unconsciously want to sleep."

Dazai has completely pushed the soda can out of the screen. The lights in his room are not bright, and the dimness is very poetic. I wonder if he often drinks alone and tastes loneliness under this trance-like light that is about to disappear.

He looked into his eyes and said, "Yi Jun and I are just the opposite."

"on the contrary?"

"from ... Started……"

The first half of his sentence was just covered by the knock on the door, so that I could only hear the back——

"I don't sleep well all the time."

I said subconsciously: "Mr. Dazai, I didn't hear very clearly what you just said..."

"Ah...the takeaway is here." He stood up, patted the non-existent dust on his body with a smile, and then said goodbye to me on the other side of the screen——

"It's a pity——If I didn't hear clearly, I will tell you next time, Yi Jun."

The author has something to say:

In this chapter, the two talked a lot...

Drinking can be regarded as echoing the first chapter, and compared with the relationship at that time, it has made rapid progress.