Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

The veil-like light did not appear suddenly, but slowly appeared after the grand star fall on the first night.At first it was indistinct, hazy like tulle, and then gradually became solidified.

Osamu Dazai stared at the sky, and he probably knew what the other party meant, he had never seen the stars falling like rain, nor had he seen the aurora in a cold place. "Is this 'Funzai Reincarnation'?" Osamu Dazai looked as if there was nothing special about the aurora, turned his head back uninterested, and lay down on the table, as if he had been deceived.

The dark-haired man shook his head, "No, of course not."

There seemed to be something surging in the iris-colored eyes, but there seemed to be nothing.Probably because he was bored, he turned his head, "Mister said he was a ghost, why?" The man frowned lightly, showing a little puzzled expression, and asked back, "Is this important?"

Osamu Dazai propped up his upper body, "It's not important, I'm just curious."

Being able to easily capture the malice emanating from him, like an abyss, is the truest side of Osamu Dazai.The man put one hand on the table, and gently tapped the table with the other hand, which somewhat destroyed his scholarly look, but it was inexplicably appropriate.

"I often think about what kind of person Dazai is." Mr. Fumeng uttered these words, his ice blue eyes were like ancient glaciers, echoing ancient voices from thousands of years ago.

"Most people in the world are mediocre, and only a few are sober and suffer for it. It makes sense that the extreme of wisdom will be hurt."

The man's eyes are like deep sea whirlpools, and they are even more dangerous in the night.

"Your Excellency Dazai, what do you think is 'the world', 'worldly people'? What is 'good and evil'? What is 'life and death' and what is 'self'?"

A smile appeared on the man's face, and he didn't feel that the question he asked was wrong.He was curious about the person named 'Dazai Osamu', although he could read the words in his book, but this deepened his interest, and he wanted to hear the other person's thoughts with his own ears.

Osamu Dazai puffed up his face, and dragged his tone, "Sir, you are too cunning—shouldn't this kind of thing be left to someone like you to think about it?"

The man propped his face with his hands, "I'm just curious about the individual named 'Dazai Osamu'."

Mr. Fumeng narrowed his eyes, as if he was recalling something, and the room fell into silence for a while.

"Dazai-kun, do you think you will die alone in an unknown corner?" The man said abruptly, his tone was as calm as ever, as if he was reciting a haiku, with the elegance of a flower and bird month.

"Everyone is going to die, but if it's Mr. Dazai, he should find a woman to commit suicide together." The other party didn't answer, and Mr. Fumeng didn't care, "Death is really a strange thing. Some people fear it, and some yearn for it." he."

The wind blows gently through the window, and the aurora in the night flutters with the wind, like a ribbon.

"I'm also a mediocre person. I once thought that what I'm more afraid of than death is getting old. Isn't this very sad? People can't leave anything in this life, but they have to spend their whole life fighting for things outside of them. If you can the best......"

The man's voice paused, Osamu Dazai cast away his questioning eyes, and the man shook his head lightly, "No, it's nothing. Let's stop here for today. It will be over soon."

Dazai Osamu walked alone on the stone-paved street with his hands in his pockets, his iris-colored eyes were illuminated by the warm lights around him, he thought, no matter when, a man always sits by the open window, Looking at the sky outside the window, but never going out.

The scene is imprinted in my mind every time I leave.

Alone, the man sitting quietly by the window, there is no light, only the faint sky light, and a little bit of starlight.

"It's scary, sir." Osamu Dazai sighed, but at the same time he found it funny.Osamu Dazai yearns for death, but is looking for the possibility of life, but men are different from him.

"A ghost that can't die." Osamu Dazai shuttled through the crowd, but he already had a feeling for the essence of a man in his heart, and the other party's evaluation of him was really accurate.Osamu Dazai moved his joints a bit. After sitting for so long, he always felt that even his bones had hardened.

The nature of the contradiction made the already mysterious man cast several layers of unusual colors, and he didn't know what kind of world it was that a guy like Mr. Floating Dream could appear.

Osamu Dazai laughed at himself, he has no right to say that others are fine.

Returning to his normal state in a second, he said to himself: "Next, let's eat something. I wonder if there is any canned crab meat?"

The detective on the other side looked at the food in front of him inquiringly.

It is full of spicy seasoning, and even the soup is rich red, which looks very bad, just like food from hell.

Nakajima Atsushi and Izumi Jinghua who were sitting opposite were also staring, unable to do anything about the red dishes on the table in front of them.

"Come on, let's eat." With a stiff smile on his face, Nakajima Atsushi was the first to stick out his chopsticks, but it could be seen from his trembling hands that his mood was not calm at all.The atmosphere at their table was in stark contrast to the other tables, and the boss not far away felt a little unbearable.

Another pair of chopsticks suddenly appeared, and picked up a piece of white fish, which was still covered with orange-red soup. Quan Jinghua put the fish into his mouth with a serious expression.Atsushi Nakajima, who was taken aback by her sudden movement, immediately showed a worried expression.

On the expressionless face, the eye sockets suddenly turned red, and then large drops of tears overflowed from the eyes and dripped onto the table, leaving small round water spots on it.

"Huh?!" Atsushi Nakajima, who had no way to deal with the girl crying, quickly pulled out a few pieces of paper, and handed it to the girl carefully.

The end of the meal was that Ranpo Edogawa refused to eat, and the other two finished the meal that was unforgettable for the rest of their lives while crying.

I took small sips of the milk tea I bought. The aroma of milk and the faint aroma of tea leaves are mixed together. Compared with the milk tea that modern people drink, it has less sweetness and stronger tea flavor, but it comforts the two who are hot. The dishes hurt the two children.

Edogawa Ranpo complained, "If you say it, you will definitely be ashamed!" His tone was quite decisive, but he hadn't eaten yet, and the three of them were walking on the road together, looking for food that the famous detective was interested in .

"Beautiful lady, can you please die in love with me?"

A familiar voice sounded not far away.

Mr. Dazai!Atsushi Nakajima roared loudly in his heart. Since he came to this book, he has been at the bottom of the food chain, and a book can be written with a handful of bitter tears.

"I'm sorry, the god I believe in believes that suicide is going to hell, so I can't die with you. I'm really sorry." The soft female voice was full of laughter and apology, and the words were quite polite.

The three passed through the crowd, and as expected, they saw a head of slightly curly black hair and a camel-colored windbreaker.If it's not Osamu Dazai, who else is it?The woman who was approached had long golden hair hidden under the white gauze, and the white dress she was wearing was embroidered with flowers and patterns of crosses with golden threads.

"Mr. Dazai." Atsushi Nakajima called out his name helplessly.

Osamu Dazai seemed to have just noticed their arrival, he raised his hand quite naturally, and greeted the three of them, "Hey, Mr. Ranpo, Atsushi, Kyoka, good evening."

I feel bad about myself.The eyes and eyebrows turned into drooping lines, and the tired white-haired boy sighed inwardly.

"Atsushi?" Quan Jinghua looked up at the person next to him, which made Atsushi Nakajima feel a little comforted.He smiled and shook his head, "It's okay. Jinghua, do you want to eat anything else?"

Izumi Kyoka was wearing a red kimono, she looked exquisite, she looked like a girl's favorite large doll, she thought for a moment, and then whispered: "Pig... pig trotters." I can't forget the roasted pig's trotters I ate.

"Okay, let's go there!" Edogawa Ranpo made the final decision.

"Mr. Dazai?" Atsushi Nakajima, the only one who retained a bit of simplicity and conscience, asked hesitantly, and Edogawa waved his hands in disorder, "It doesn't matter if Dazai is here alone. Compared to this, the famous detective hasn't eaten yet." Woolen cloth."

The three left their companions behind and walked towards their destination.

Compared with the last time, there are still many people in line, and Edogawa looked at the long line angrily, but there was nothing he could do.Atsushi Nakajima reassured: "It's fine if I come to line up, Mr. Ranpo, how about sitting over there?" He pointed to the propped up stall not far away, and the boss and the proprietress brought things to the guests with a smile.

Edogawa Ranpo nodded, "Don't make the famous detective wait too long."

Seeing Edogawa Ranpo and Izumi Kyoka leaving, Atsushi Nakajima finally heaved a sigh of relief and lined up with peace of mind.

very nice......

"It's not good at all, Dunjun." The young man's voice sounded faintly behind his ears, like some kind of ghost.

"Hey?!!!!" The white-haired boy trembled and made a panicked sound, and he was relieved when he saw the face of the person behind him.

"What, it turned out to be Mr. Dazai. I was scared to death." Atsushi Nakajima patted the heart that was beating rapidly in his chest, calming his heart.

"It's too careless, Atsushi-kun." Dazai Osamu said with a smile, his narrow expression made Atsushi Nakajima shudder.Shaking his body, Atsuzai Nakajima said, "Mr. Dazai, do you want to eat this too? Why don't you go and sit down?" He pointed to Izumi Kyoka and Edogawa Ran who were sitting outside not far away. step.

Osamu Dazai touched his chin, then patted him on the shoulder, "I'll leave it to you, Atsushi." Like a child, humming a strange tune, he walked towards the stall not far away.

Not long after, a girl in a red kimono came to Atsushi Nakajima.Seeing the surprise on Nakajima Atsushi's face, Quan Jinghua explained, "I'll accompany Atsushi."

Dazai Osamu, who pushed Izumi Kyoka away, sat across from Edogawa Ranpo, and complained to the other party: "Mr. Ranpo is too cruel. I am an employee of the detective agency?" Edogawa Ranpo casually Nodding his head, but facing the pot under the boss's hand.

"Mr. Ranpo, are you listening to me?" Dazai Osamu looked helplessly at Edogawa Ranpo, who was obviously trying to put him off, and got a merciless sentence from the other party, "Don't disturb the famous detective with boring things!" Such an answer.Osamu Dazai sighed, then raised his hand, "Boss, give me a bowl too!"

"okay!"

Not long after, two bowls of steaming soup were served.

There are a few emerald green onions floating on the clear and translucent soup, and the white balls are tender and springy. When you bite down, your mouth is full of delicious fish. I have to say that even such a simple bowl of fish ball soup is enough to make people feel stunning.

Compared with the previous table full of red, this bowl of fish ball soup doesn't quite meet the detective's wishes.

Edogawa Ranpo felt that if the dishes in the future were like this, then he wouldn't mind staying inside for a few more days, since it was a gift from his husband anyway.

"Mr. Ranpo, what kind of person is Mr. Floating Dream?"

Osamu Dazai asked abruptly.

The emerald green pupils suddenly opened, and then returned to their original state. Edokawa stuffed a fish ball into his mouth in a flurry of steps, "Shouldn't it be better to ask the other party in person about this kind of thing?"

Osamu Dazai smiled, "That's right."

【Private はただの那霊です.

I'm just a ghost. 】

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The author has something to say:

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small theater

Mr. Floating Dream flipped through "No Longer in the World" ing: coward, cripple, monster, good boy?What are these? (confuse)

after seeing me

Mr. Floating Dream with hindsight: It's quite appropriate.

Osamu Dazai with a cold back: Could it be that he has a cold?

ps.先生真的不是什么好鸟。感谢在2020-04-1721:23:56~2020-04-1812:23:14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 of irrigation nutrient solution: 6 bottles of red makeup;

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