cat blues

If there is only Mr. Ranpo, then he must be worried, but isn't there Mr. Fukuzawa?With him there is nothing to worry about.

He finished eating neatly, put his bowls and chopsticks in the sink and began to wash them, "Oda, there's that dazai, hurry up and eat, so I can wash the dishes together after eating."

Because everything in the house is covered by Yujimao, Nakahara Chuya, who is born with a stronger sense of responsibility than ordinary people, must do what he can. He is not very good at cooking, but at least he washes dishes and so on. Not a problem yet.

"You...look like the Gu family's dog." Osamu Dazai said with a drawn out tone.

"Hit you!" The blue veins on Zhongya's forehead jumped out, he felt that this kid deserved a beating so much!

On the contrary, Oda Sakunosuke finished his meal very calmly and quickly, and walked to the guest room with the boy in bandages, and sure enough, the cat had already spread the bedding, "You can sleep here tonight, what is the bedding?" Mr. Yuji basically takes it out to dry in the sun whenever the weather is good."

"I said you, is it really okay to be so kind to someone you don't know?" Osamu Dazai couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"It's okay, besides, Dazai is still a child." Oda Sakunosuke stretched out his hand and patted the boy's head lightly.

The pure kindness made the young man shiver for a moment, and the person opposite seemed to have noticed this, and took a step back calmly, "Then, take a good rest."

After finishing speaking, Oda turned around and walked out, leaving Osamu Dazai alone in the warm room with a complicated expression on his face.

In the early morning of the next day, before the sun even completely jumped out of the ground, Osamu Dazai had already quietly walked out of the Fukuzawa house. It was obviously an old-fashioned wooden structure house, but he hardly made any sound when he walked out .

Wearing a not-so-thick yukata and a haori that was too thin even if it could keep out the cold, Osamu Dazai walked leisurely into the cold morning street.

Just as he was walking around a corner, he saw a red-haired young man in a sand-colored windbreaker standing there quietly not far away.

For a moment, Osamu Dazai felt as if he had fallen into a swamp, and something tightly bound his feet.

"Really, what are you doing..." We obviously only met once last night, why are you blocking me here?Osamu Dazai just wanted to continue spraying the poison, but was interrupted by Oda calmly, "Dazai is just a child, so he can't let it go. I think Mr. Yukichi thinks the same way."

"I..." Osamu Dazai was about to say something when he heard footsteps behind him that were so soft that they were almost inaudible. When he turned around, he saw a man with silver hair and a blue shirt walking towards him. Walking over here, the man looked calm, "Oda, what happened?"

"Mr. Fukuzawa, this is Dazai, the child that Mr. Yukichi picked up yesterday." Oda Sakunosuke introduced calmly, as if they were not outdoors early in the morning.

"Really?" Fukuzawa Yukichi looked at Osamu Dazai, and for a moment, he felt as if he saw another Edogawa Ranpo, both of whom were equally intelligent, although their external performance was not very good. Same, but both are children who cannot be left alone. I believe the black cat feels the same way, so it brings this boy back, "Go back, Ranbu is already clamoring for crab porridge."

"Talk to yourself like this..." Osamu Dazai was about to say something, but Fukuzawa Yukichi had already reached out and gently took off the petals on his forehead. He turned around, as if he didn't see the look on the boy's face. He didn't notice the expression that he was about to cry, so he put his hands into his sleeves and walked towards the door of his house.Ranpo Edogawa, who was pushing a girl in a wheelchair in the distance, was already waving at him vigorously.

"It's true that I'm talking to myself, but at this time, I would rather talk to myself than leave you alone." Oda Sakunosuke said calmly, "Maybe in a few years I will read more books. Back then, I could say more philosophical or nicer words, but now, as expected, this is all I need.”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to hold the boy's cold hand, and led him towards home.