As a background board, I want to pursue Dazai

I stood where I was, not understanding why I came here.It looks like an open cemetery in the city, and there is a church under the hills in the distance.

On the tombstone in front of me is the name - IORI.

I squatted in front of the monument.

"IORI...Is it '伊结'? No surname?" I stared at the words on the tablet, and for some reason, an inexplicable sadness appeared from the bottom of my heart, like a dark cloud wrapped around my heart.

Ah, what is this unnamed sadness and astringency?

Even after watching it repeatedly, I can't understand why I am so attracted by this tombstone.I wanted to free myself from this emotion, so I stood up again and planned to walk around this cemetery.

The sound of "Shusha"'s shoes stepping on the grass came from far to near. I subconsciously turned around and saw a familiar face just a few tombstones away.

The sound of the bell rang and the white pigeons flew up, scattering the sound of flapping wings all over the sky.

Half of the young man's body was covered by the shade of the trees bred by the sun, but when he opened his mouth, it was still a voice that reassured me——

"...Yi Jun?"

I was stunned.

Not only because his voice is mixed with the rare "uncertainty" that I rarely hear from Osamu Dazai.

There is also the surprise brought to me when the youth under the shade of the tree stepped forward and gradually revealed the whole picture.

It's Mr. Dazai, but it's not like Mr. Dazai.There is not much change in facial features, but it seems to be more introverted and quiet, but there is a kind of tranquility that expands outwards, and the melancholy temperament seems to climb from the treetops to the roots along the trunk, although it is still there. , but its presence is not emphasized all the time.

This way, I also became uncertain——

"Mr. Dazai?"

"Ah... sure enough... it's Yi Jun from ten years ago, isn't it?" He walked forward calmly, "This look is really nostalgic. It seems that you were hit by a ten-year rocket. You probably still look like you now." Not sure what's going on. In short - you're in a world 5 years from now, but you'll be back in about [-] minutes, so don't worry."

He didn't wear a trench coat, just a shirt and waistcoat—a bit thin for this season.

"That means you are Mr. Dazai ten years from now?"

It's also ridiculous.I only remember that I was surrounded by a strange cloud of smoke, but I didn't expect to travel in time and space.

"Suddenly used honorifics? It makes me feel like 'So I'm really old'..."

"I didn't mean that." I looked at him dumbfounded, and then I asked something that caught my attention: "By the way, what is Mr. Dazai doing here?"

"There are usually only two things the living can do when they come to the cemetery, right? To sweep the grave or choose a cemetery for themselves. Which situation does Yi Jun think I am in?"

"...Is it grave-sweeping?"

If it is ten years later, Mr. Dazai will only be around 30 years old, and he will choose a cemetery for himself at such a young age... In the end, I looked up and met his smiling eyes——

"Well, I guessed that Yi Jun would answer like this." He said, "Maybe it's a combination of both."

"Mr. Dazai... are you here to visit your friend's grave?"

"Yeah." He responded lightly, walked towards me, and then stopped in front of "Iori"'s tomb, "It's over there, so come and have a look, wow...it's actually covered with a layer of dust .”

"Mr. Dazai, whose tomb is this?"

"I thought you wouldn't ask." He said in an exaggerated tone like an animation character.

Dazai reached out and brushed the dust casually on it, and I sneezed because of the raised dust, he smiled and said "Sorry, sorry".

"Who does Yi Jun think?"

I like to bring the question back to this point, Mr. Dazai ten years later is no different from him now——I thought to myself.

"Cough..." The dust from just now was still choking in my throat, I squatted down and carefully looked at the tombstone for any other information I had missed, "...is it a friend?"

"A friend? You can't say wrong."

He squatted down and moved the weeds covering the tombstone to the side. Under the sunlight, I noticed that he was wearing a string of necklaces on his chest. chest.

I also knelt down beside him, staring at the tombstone that made my heart beat faster unconsciously.

I asked, "Could it be said that he is a very important person?"

The wind blew up the fragrance of beech leaves, but I didn't dare to look directly in front of my eyes, and I was inexplicably anxious in my heart—as if I was waiting for an extremely important answer.I had no choice but to turn my eyes to the distance, the sparkling water surface stirred by the wind, the sunlight swayed and scattered like golden sand with the waves.

"In a sense, he is indeed a very important person."

Melancholy is like dew dried by the sun, fleeting.He added: "Five minutes should be almost here."

"Am I going back?" I tensed up.

He caught off guard and asked, "Is it bothering you?"

"Ah? Are you talking about traveling to ten years later? But since I know I can go back, I won't feel troubled..."

"No." Maybe it was because of the rush of time, he rarely interrupted me, and Mr. Dazai asked me: "I mean something else—for example, something you are troubled by, and whether you want to make up your mind to do it."

I smelled the scent of fragrant grass that hit my face, and I was dazed for a moment.

The only thing that bothers me right now is whether I should confess my feelings to Osamu Dazai or not.

Wait, if Mr. Dazai is ten years later, he must know whether my confession was successful, right?

Will he tell me the answer?

"Yes." I clenched my fists nervously, and my nails were about to dig into my palms, "Should I...should I do this? I'm not sure, I'm actually very scared."

"I want to encourage you, no matter what the result is. It's better than looking back afterwards because I was afraid and refused to move forward, and ended up regretting the end, isn't it?" He smiled and handed me a straw bracelet, "Take look up?"

I took it up, and he said, "It really fits well."

"Besides—" he changed the subject, "the 'he' may be thinking about the same thing as you."

He stood up and patted the ashes from the hem of his clothes, saying——

"Give him some of your courage, too."

……

……

I recovered from the smoke again, and it has changed back to the original scene.

Mr. Dazai seemed to say something at the end, but I couldn't hear it anymore.It's just that the last bit of sway in my heart has also been left behind ten years later.

Although I said boldly that I wanted to confess, how could I not worry about failure at all?

After receiving implicit encouragement (in my opinion, encouragement) from the future Osamu Dazai himself, I felt even more at ease as if a trickle was flowing through my heart.

But as long as I think back to that tombstone, I feel uneasy.

I was a little absent-minded in the later activities. This nameless sadness became more intense after I left the tombstone, like the water outlet of the water valve being pulled out, and I was about to be overwhelmed.

——It's all because of that tombstone.

After returning to the hotel, I didn't eat any food, and fell asleep after washing up.

In a daze, I was still thinking——

Who is "Iori"?

On the second day, I woke up completely and decided to forget about the unknown tombstone.Today is the day when the votes will be announced. I can't even eat breakfast early in the morning. In the afternoon, I eat dinner mechanically, sit in a chair, and edit text messages to Mr. Dazai.

【Me: Mr. Dazai, can you tell me a little bit about who everyone in the detective agency voted for? 】

I know that the number of votes of a few people is just a drop in the bucket for the selection of the final result, but I don't want to talk about this right now, I just want to use conversation to divert attention.

I didn't expect him to reply me soon——

【Osamu Dazai: As far as I know, the Tanizaki brothers and sisters, Dr. Yosano and Ms. Haruno all voted for Teacher Shion, and Atsushi-kun voted for Teacher Kimura. I don’t know how many more. 】

I sighed.

[Me: Actually, I also like Teacher Ziyuan's article... Although it is a light comedy about love, it is unexpectedly a serious topic when you think about it. 】

【Osamu Dazai: What does Yi Jun think of Teacher Ziyuan's works? 】

I bit the straw, thought for a moment and replied:

[Me: I think it's normal for lovers and husbands and wives to hide things from each other... How about saying that there are only a few who share everything with each other?But I'm not the person involved, so I can't comment on these. 】

[Me: Let’s not talk about this, can I ask Mr. Dazai if he cast his precious vote? 】

【Osamu Dazai: Yi-kun, don't ask questions knowingly. 】

——So it was voted for me?

I sipped my drink through a straw, and seeing his reply, I felt the sugar taste on my tongue rise by three points.

Soon, I received an email from the editor.

[Congratulations, Mr. Inai!Based on the combined score and voting scores, the final ranking has moved up one place!Your final result this time is the second place! 】

"Second place—that is to say, there are high-value shopping coupons!"

I just stood up from the chair, didn't care about eating, and all I could think about were the laptops that I added to the shopping cart but hesitated for a long time because of the price.

I excitedly forwarded the news to Dazai, then opened the shopping platform, looked at my favorite computer one by one, and said, "Which one should I buy..."

After watching for less than 2 minutes, the phone rang.I thought it was Dazai, but when I turned on the phone, I found that it was Teacher Shion——

"Good afternoon, Inai-sensei! First of all, I would like to congratulate you!"

An email after the editor has announced everyone's rankings. Teacher Ziyuan is No.1, but her voice of blessing is very earnest, and she definitely didn't come to me to show off on purpose.

She went on to say: "...Well, although it sounds a bit weird to say that, that is... isn't the No.1 prize of the essay contest a two-day and one-night hot spring trip? To be honest, my husband and I have already gone to this hotel It's over, and my husband won the big prize in the shopping street a few days ago, which is a travel voucher for a small southern island..."

I heard her say that she hasn't reached the point for a long time, and I have already started to wonder.

But I still said, "Congratulations."

Then Teacher Ziyuan said: "So, I would like to donate the two-day and one-night hot spring trip to Teacher Inai—"

"What—" I opened my mouth in surprise, and saw myself dumbfounded in the mirror.

After all, this is not a small prize like a consolation prize, but a hot spring trip? !

"In short, I have already explained to the editor that it is enough to give my prize to Mr. Inai. The only thing Mr. Inai has to do is to write a travel report after returning. There is nothing else... …The hotel is really pleasant and romantic, so I wish Mr. Inai a good time in advance.”

After speaking, she hung up the phone as if she was afraid that I would go back on my word.

In less than two seconds, the editor sent me a message telling me that the travel voucher was already at the headquarters, and asked me to remember to pick it up later.

I was completely stunned, and it took me a while to come back to my senses.I said to myself: "...is there such a good thing?"

When I went to the editor to get the travel vouchers for two and went back to my hotel bed, I still felt like I was in a dream.

——Not only won the second prize, but also got a shopping voucher, and was given a trip to the hot spring for nothing?

In the accompanying brochure, it is printed that the square hot spring pool in the red maple forest is covered by a small half of the pavilion, and the other half is under the open air. There is only a clear blue sky above the head, and the giant trees separated from the fence Layers upon layers, the branches and leaves are high and low, spreading along the mountains - until October is the best time to watch the maple forest, this must be a breathtaking scenery.

I almost immediately wanted to throw myself into the beauty.

"Hot spring trip for two..." I stroked the small print on the brochure.

Isn't this the opportunity I've been waiting for?

I patted my cheek lightly to cheer myself up, and then started to edit the message. During the period, I stopped and corrected several times because of typos, and I was afraid that I would ask too unnaturally, so I finally deleted the complex and simply sent it out.

[Me: [Picture] Teacher Zi Yuan transferred the No.1 prize to me. 】

[Me: Kyoto hot spring trip, I would like to invite Mr. Dazai...is that okay? 】

The author has something to say:

look!I really didn't send a knife!

Zai has finished sweeping Oda Zuo's grave at this moment.

At this moment, only Wu Yishi didn't know that the ten-year bazooka was "exchanging with the future self". She thought it was just going to the ten-year future.

Why do you think I am a knife!

She was clearly outside the cemetery, she was shot into the coffin (you)

——————————————————————————————————————————感谢在2020-09-0921:41:35~2020-09-1022:54:37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 who irrigate the nutrient solution: 13 bottles of love; 10 bottles of Ji Ze; 1 bottle of Changye Zhaozhao and boon;

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