Seeking the Law of Summoning in Taisho

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, the people beside him got up, opened the curtain and walked towards the center of the crowd.

Osamu Dazai propped up the table, and followed behind Zhou Fangzun leisurely.

"You've got a lot of patience, dare to hit me!"

The man kicked the boy on the ground, and the boy let out a pained grunt, but obviously he had no ability to resist.

"I'm talking to your brother, what's the matter with you! Do you have a long memory? Ah?!"

He bent down, and was about to slap the boy on the head hard, so that his memory would be deeper, but he didn't expect that the hand he just stretched out was caught.

The man looked up, and saw a red-haired young man looking at him silently.

The two strands of hair between the man's forehead were blown wildly by the wind, which looked a little funny.

"What are you doing?" He shook his hand, his expression was unkind, "Meddling my business came to my house?"

Zhou Fangzun didn't speak, and after a while, he laughed in a low voice, and then at the moment of impatience, he punched the man.

There were several exclamations from around, and Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows.

The man was punched unexpectedly, his body was unstable, he staggered two steps back, and fell to the ground.

He covered his face and spit out a mouthful of blood from sideways, with two broken teeth mixed in it.

"you--"

Zhou Fangzun didn't give him a chance to speak, the second punch came right after him, he punched without leaving room, and even greeted the opponent's face, it seemed that he was dedicated to beating the opponent so that even his mother couldn't recognize him.

Osamu Dazai looked down at the people on the ground, "Can you still get up?"

The boy's white hair was stained with blood, as if he had injured his head, and his body was covered with footprints or blood, and he couldn't see his original appearance clearly.

Hearing Dazai Osamu's words, he moved. Although it looked extremely difficult, he still gritted his teeth and slowly supported his body with his arms and sat up.

"……thanks."

He lowered his head, and his voice came out from under the hair that covered his face. It was hoarse and rough, as if it contained blood.

"I didn't do anything, I should thank him if I want to." Osamu Dazai looked at Zhou Fangzun who was walking over, and motioned him.

Turning his eyes slightly sideways, he looked behind the man, and he could see that the man who was so arrogant just now was lying quietly on the ground with a bruised nose and a swollen face. He didn't know if he was still alive at this moment.

But soon Dazai knew that he was thinking too much, because when Zhou Fangzun came to his side, the man seemed to have expected it, suddenly got up and ran to the other side.

Osamu Dazai laughed inexplicably, but Zhou Fangzun didn't respond.

"Mr. Zhou Fang is showing mercy~" Osamu Dazai glanced at him.

Zhou Fangzun didn't speak, he touched the pocket of his jeans back and forth, as if he was looking for something, after a long while, to no avail, he sighed and rubbed his hair.

Seeing a group of children rushing out of the room to surround the white-haired boy, Zhou Fangzun said slowly: "If you kill them, it will be very troublesome."

Although these children have been subjected to domestic violence by their father, they still have a pillar in their family. If their father is taken away suddenly, it will not be of any benefit to the family.

Besides, if he disappears tomorrow, the crime of murder may fall on Osamu Dazai, there is no need for the other party to bear his responsibility.

"But if that's the case," Osamu Dazai put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, his gaze fell into the distance, "when he comes back, the beatings will intensify."

"No one can live in the salvation of others for a lifetime." Zhou Fangzun said.

Dazai Osamu didn't know what came to mind, he narrowed his eyes slightly, nodded for a while, and agreed quite a bit: "You are right, life is a one-way street, and you need to walk alone after all."

So no matter how much warmth you encounter in this life, it is only for a moment, and more of it is the loneliness and coldness that you need to face alone.

After taking care of their business, the unhappiness in their hearts was relieved a little. The two turned to leave, but the clothes were pulled by someone in the next moment, and they had to stop again.

"Uncle," the little boy with the Mohican haircut grabbed Osamu Dazai's windbreaker and looked up at him, "Can you wait a little longer before leaving?"

The eight or nine-year-old boy's eyes are still very big, and when he just looked at them with tears in his eyes, he looked very pitiful and sympathetic.

Osamu Dazai knew that these children were afraid that their father would come back suddenly at this moment, which would make the white-haired boy's injury worse, but no matter how long they stayed, they would not be able to fundamentally solve any problems for the family, and they might even get worse direction of development.

Today's move was an act of will.

Thinking of this, he was about to reply, but someone spoke out faster than him.

"Xuan Mi..."

The boy surrounded by the children called out in this direction, apparently wanting to stop the boy's request, but before he could say anything else, he was exhausted and passed out.

"elder brother!"

The boy let go of Osamu Dazai's clothes in an instant, and rushed to the side of the boy in panic.

Hearing the "brother" repeated by the children next to his ear, Osamu Dazai still had his hands in his pockets, expressionless.

But Zhou Fangzun had already made a decision, even before walking over, he said to him in his usual low voice: "Let's go."

Dazai sighed with a smile.

--

The young man's family is not rich, and he lives on the second floor of a wooden building in a residential area. The family only has one room for living. After Dazai Osamu and Zhou Fangzun entered, it seemed a bit crowded.

There are seven children in the family. According to the little boy—Xuanya—their surname is "Bushichuan", and the eldest of the children, the white-haired boy who was beaten, is named Shimi.

Mother went out early and came back late for work, and their father beat and scolded them. They seemed to be used to such painful days, but today when Xuan Mi was beaten by his father, Shi Mi, the eldest brother, shot at his father. That's what caused this serious injury.

Do you want the two of them to stay because it is beyond what you can usually bear?

Dazai Osamu thought so, glanced casually, and saw Genya was wrapping bandages around the wound on Shimi's body, and it was still wrapped in a mess, even the uninjured part was wrapped thickly,

"In this case, a lot of bandages will be wasted." He said aloud.

Xuan Mi dropped two golden peas, "But, I wrapped them up according to the appearance of my uncle..."

Osamu Dazai shook his head solemnly, "This is not a bandage. I grew out of my body and have been wearing it since I was born. Of course you can't wrap it up like I did."

"Eh? Really?" The younger sister Qin who was sitting on the side was surprised, "Can something like this grow in the body? Wouldn't it be very uncomfortable?"

"No, this is a talisman given to me by the gods. With it, it is a good thing to prevent all diseases~" Osamu Dazai looked at her and said with a smile.

Xuan Mi was also a little surprised, but his elder brother was more important than curiosity, "Then, Uncle Dazai, how do you wrap the bandage?"

Osamu Dazai skillfully tied the undead Kawa Minya. Seeing Xuanmi nodded, he untied the tied knot and threw it to him, "You can do it yourself when you know it."

Xuan Mi froze for a moment, then nodded again, "...Okay."

I didn't mean to help him...

Seeing that he did nothing wrong this time, Osamu Dazai got up with a smile and went out, stood on the corridor outside the house, looked over the railing to the street.

The pedestrians who had gathered to watch the fun because of the domestic violence just now had dispersed, so the two people squatting in front of the broken door stood out in the slightly empty street.

Zhou Fangzun stepped on a pile of sawdust, looked at the door that was so broken that there was almost a frame left, and fell into deep thought, while the two-year-old next to him was also wagging his fingers and thinking about life with him.

Osamu Dazai leaned on the railing and greeted the people below: "Zhou Fang-kun, can't it be repaired?"

Zhou Fangzun heard the voice, but didn't look up.

After a while, he replied slowly "Yes", stood up on his knees, and looked up: "So I plan to get a new door and install it."

"Oh~" Osamu Dazai nodded, "That's good."

Zhou Fangzun: "Yes."

Then the man kept staring at Osamu Dazai, and Osamu Dazai didn't take his eyes off. The two began to stare at each other, like a game in which whoever blinks first loses.

Pedestrians passing by on the street looked at the two of them in bewilderment, but they still squatted in place, gnawing their fingers vigorously.

After an unknown amount of time, it was finally Zhou Fangzun who lowered his eyelids first, blocking the relative sight.

"Haha!" Osamu Dazai pointed at him, "You lost! Zhou Fang-kun!"

The young man smiled like a flower, his eyes were sparkling, and even the upturned corners of his messy short hair looked very naive and childish.

Just applauding from the sidelines.

Zhou Fangzun felt helpless: "I have no money."

Osamu Dazai didn't finish laughing: "Me neither."

Zhou Fangzun: "?"

"Although I was given a sum of money before I left, it was all spent..." Osamu Dazai counted with him, counting with his fingers, "When I meet a cute girl who wants candy, I buy it for her, and when I meet a beautiful lady So I treated her to coffee and pastries, and then... drank too much in the tavern and woke up, and the rest of the money was gone!"

Speaking of this, he seemed to remember something, and suddenly lowered his voice: "Ah, I seem to have forgotten to give the noodles just now."

Zhou Fangzun: "..."

"elder brother!"

Xuan Mi's voice came from behind, and Osamu Dazai turned his head, and saw the boy who had been in a coma woke up at some point, and was struggling to sit up with the help of his younger brothers and sisters.

Before he had time to look this way, he said softly to Xuan Mi beside him: "... send the money over."

His voice was hoarse and weak, obviously the result of strong support, but it was hard for him to wake up in such a short period of time, and he even heard the conversation between the two of them clearly.

Xuan Mi ran away according to the words, and the boy planned to stand up supporting the shoulders of his younger siblings.

"Your physique is pretty good," Dazai Osamu said with a smile, "but no matter how good your foundation is, it won't be able to stand up to your troubles."

Probably understood the dissuading meaning in his words, Shimi paused, and then sat back obediently in the next moment. "No matter who it is, it should be somewhat resistant to being beaten like this every day." Shimi said with a hoarse voice, but his tone was not as weak as he is at the moment, "That bastard father, I will one day—"

Speaking of this, he looked up at Osamu Dazai in the corridor, and silently swallowed back the words he hadn't finished speaking.

The teenager's eyes are large, and the long eyelashes cast a shadow under the eyes, which makes him look very cute when he still hasn't lost his baby fat.

"... I heard Qin say your names just now," Shimi sat down and bowed, "Thank you Mr. Dazai and Mr. Zhou Fang today. In fact, you didn't have to help this far. It was the brothers and sisters who caused you trouble. ,I'm really sorry."

Sweeping away the previous concessions, Dazai Osamu was not polite this time: "If you are so embarrassed, Mr. Bushichuan, please do me a favor."

Shimi nodded without any hesitation, "Say it."

Osamu Dazai looked serious: "If the owner of the noodle stall comes after us later, don't tell him the direction we left."

Shiya: "...Huh?"