Bungo common problem

Chisato did not have a definite funeral, at least for Oda Sakunosuke, there was none.

"She just went home."

The man with warm red hair said so, his blue eyes fixedly staring at the tiny or expanding bubbles on the wine glass, repeating in a slow and focused voice.

"She's just coming home, and it's just been a long time for me."

"The long one is just time, or maybe it's just..."

Osamu Dazai sat next to Oda Sakunosuke, and didn't say anything after that.

"Dazai."

Oda Sakunosuke turned his head to look at Dazai Osamu, and spoke in a voice that seemed to be searching, but more affirmative.

"You know what."

"Odasaku, is that why you have 'confidence' in me?"

Osamu Dazai turned his head and looked at the other side as well.

"Like an inside story or something."

"Because there is no 'letter' for you."

Oda Sakunosuke answered as a matter of course.

"Because it's impossible without you."

"This is really..."

Osamu Dazai shifted his gaze to the wine glass in front of him.

Obviously...

"Where do I start?"

He raised his hand, and pressed the tip of his index finger on the round ice cube in the wine glass, and the cold feeling spread from it, and gradually clung to a farther place.

"Let's start with a phone call."

He let go of his hand, and the golden beer shook slightly in the glass, turning up a small piece of bubbles, and at the same time, his voice sounded calmly.

"I did receive messages from thousands of miles in one night."

It was the second night that Oda Saku left, and the night before Chisato's real death, he received a message from the other party.

[I may have to leave here before you, Dazai. ]

This is a signal that represents a detailed discussion, so Osamu Dazai called the other party the moment he saw it.

Similarly, the phone was quickly connected after just a "beep--".

"Dazai."

The voice on the other end was extremely calm, without any sleepiness, as if it had been waiting for a long time.

Dazai didn't say anything, but just let out a "huh".And the other person didn't mind, and continued to say what was not said in the text message.

"In fact, it's just a possibility, but my instinct tells me that this might become a reality. I thought about it, and I think the person I want to tell the most is you."

Osamu Dazai: "Do you think I won't stop you?"

Qianli: "No, because of understanding, and because we are friends."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

This answer is really...

He sighed in his heart, leaning against the wall, instead of asking what it was about and what it was, he asked a seemingly irrelevant question instead.

"How does it feel?"

Osamu Dazai asked.

"Is this the answer you finally found?"

"Yes, I have actually thought about it a lot. This is my final, unconfused, thought that came from the bottom of my heart."

The voice on the other end of the phone relaxed at this moment, and said a word in a more gentle tone.

"It's hope and freedom."

"Is that so..."

Dazai Osamu stared at the dark night outside through the glass, his kite-colored pupils flickering on and off.He wanted to say something, but it seemed that something stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.

Is it persuasion?Why do you want to persuade?Is it a blessing?Bless another existence destined to leave?Didn't he... knew this day would come from the very beginning?

The thing you desire, at the moment you get it, is also heading towards losing it.It is a person, a thing, an emotion, everything.

Will there be nothing left?Or drag the wreckage and move on?

"So……"

He lowered his eyes and said a word.

"..."

The memories come to an end here.

What Dazai Osamu described to Oda Sakunosuke was only the content of the conversation between the two.

"Hope and freedom...?"

Oda Sakunosuke murmured, and gradually fell silent again.

He suddenly remembered Qianli's second article.

So, the person being cared for is really me, right?

……

……

The death of the writer Chisato made the whole of Japan fall into mourning. Organized by the people spontaneously, many people silently mourned for Chisato.

Qianli's real age and gender have already been exposed, and the unrevealed nationality has also caused a great uproar. If she is still alive, it must be a huge earthquake that lasts for a long time and has constant aftershocks.

However, she had already passed away, so the aftermath of the earthquake became insignificant due to the fact of her accidental death.

What could be more heartbreaking than not being able to see Teacher Qianli's articles again?They would rather that the teacher just stopped writing when he was tired, and they didn't want to hear such a farewell news.

Teachers should have more futures and write better articles.

Due to the wishes of "I" and my family, the "funeral" was not known to the public, but during this period, all discussions disappeared as if they had never happened before, leaving only grief and regret.

The dead are the most important, and people seem to be born with an unbearable tolerance for the dead, not to mention that Qianli herself is an "accidental death". Except for a few insiders who know what kind of sacrifice she made, most people All I know is that it was an accident.

No, for a person like Teacher Qianli, the gods should not bear her suffering in the world, so they took her away.

Watanabe thought so, looking through the glass at the denser flow of people on the street, he felt uncomfortable at all.

More and more people mourned spontaneously, and many people from other places came to Yokohama just to go to the museum to pay respects to the manuscripts published by Sensei’s family, which led to a very large number of foreigners in Yokohama during this period.

It is definitely a great honor to see the manuscripts of literary giants. It is a pity that there are only a few short ones, and it is a pity that there are no handwritten versions of the books behind the teacher, but the most important thing now is that today is about to happen things.

Watanabe withdrew his gaze and looked in the direction of the TV.

He was looking forward to it, and in the midst of the expectation, he was deeply frustrated. He was entangled with a mess of emotions, so that he didn't know what kind of mood he was in.

After a while, it will be time for the Thousand Miles Award.Originally, such a thing happened, and the awards should be affected, but it is precisely because of this incident that another brand-new theory is rising.

This is not just an award, but a kind of inheritance, which will be passed down as the spirit of the Thousand Miles Award in this world.

Literature is an eternal classic. As long as human beings continue to exist, it will never disappear, and a brand new sun will always rise.

But, will anyone really surpass Teacher Qianli?

Watanabe thought so, and gave a negative answer unswervingly in his heart.

Teacher Qianli's classics are definitely recorded in the annals of history and cannot be imitated.

If it weren't for the teacher..., there will be more new novels appearing, which is the luck of the literary world.If it wasn't an accident...those damned people...

The live broadcast on a certain channel was presented on time, and the list of candidates was also announced one by one.

Watanabe took a deep breath, returned to the sofa, straightened his body, and watched the live broadcast on TV without blinking.

The name of the announced person is Hayato Asakawa. As the editor of Qianli, it can be said that other than relatives and friends, the person closest to Qianli, at least in the eyes of the public, is like this.

So his appearance is also a matter of course.Many people know that, as the editor of Teacher Qianli, he almost went to the hospital on the spot after hearing the news, but he finally calmed down because of some things, but he lost a lot of weight.

thanks to an email.Of course, this is something only he and Oda Sakunosuke know.

As the process progressed, eventually, two books appeared on the screen.

It is a juxtaposition of different meanings.

Continuing to "If the Seed Never Dies" - Gide

Kailai "The Hidden Matter" - Oda Sakunosuke.