Waking up in Taitun

13.

"The last time we met, I thought it would take a while for you to realize this. I didn't expect to notice it so soon."

Oda Sakunosuke shifted his gaze from the distilled liquor in the glass to Osamu Dazai: "As expected of you, Dazai."

He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, so his voice began to soften: "It's time to wake up, Dazai."

The young man's generous hand patted the young man's shoulder lightly, Dazai Osamu did not push it away, but flicked his fingers lightly on the wine glass in his hand, listening to the crisp blow from the ice puck colliding with the glass wall.

"From the beginning, I didn't expect to continue like this forever." The young man paused, then sighed and smiled helplessly, "I always find it strange that you didn't treat me like that when you were still alive, Odasaku." Like a child," he raised his voice slightly as if complaining, but he seemed to be smiling weakly: "in this dream, which should be based on the emotions in my heart at that time, it appears like this. A state that is not in harmony with the memory."

Oda Sakunosuke was quiet, and he picked up the wine brought by the boss and clinked glasses with the boy: "I don't know the reason, after all, it's in your dream," he paused, and smiled slowly at the corner of his mouth: "But in the dream, I can show my concern for you like now. You must have sensed my emotions at that time." After he finished speaking, he looked at the young man who had been holding the wine glass and hadn't moved for a long time, and touched it again amusedly.

Ding—the sound of glass colliding with glass, the sound of ice hockey colliding with glass, the sound of spirits rolling towards the glass... Osamu Dazai turned around and looked at the reflection of Oda Sakunosuke on the liquid surface to toast The shadow of drinking came, something relieved in his heart, he finally curled the corners of his mouth.

"Oda Saku is really a headache," his eyes showed a little nostalgia that was not common for Osamu Dazai, it was the look that he showed every time he went to the cemetery to have a quiet conversation with his former best friend.

Oda Sakunosuke just smiled when he heard his complaining joke, he turned his eyes to look at Osamu Dazai, saw that there was a little smile in his uncovered eyes, so the arc of the corner of his mouth curved again.

A very shallow smile appeared on Oda Sakunosuke's face, the young man lowered his eyes to look at the cat-like cub, after a pause, he stretched out his hand to smooth the cub's fur: "Is this the child? He said inexplicably, but the eyes that looked at the cub were softened. The young white tiger sensed the movement and opened his eyes, and the eyes lost their yellow color and turned a little purple. "I feel like a cute child." He sighed a little. road.

Osamu Dazai drank slowly from the wine glass, as if he was savoring something hidden and brewing in this glass of wine. When he heard what Oda Sakunosuke said, he turned his head and took a leisurely look, and replied with some helplessness: "In Odasaku's eyes, children are always described as cute." His eyes touched the young tiger again, he was quiet for a moment and then chuckled after thinking about something: "It's a very stupid guy."

Oda Sakunosuke heard his laughter and turned to look at him, stopped and thought for a while, and finally turned to look at Baihu: "It's the first time I saw someone you brought, come here." Light blue eyes There was a smile in his eyes: "Although I don't know how you are going after that, I feel much better than before."

Osamu Dazai hummed complainingly: "Hey——I wouldn't bring someone here," he sighed heavily: "This guy seems to have a very good sense of smell, and he came here chasing the smell."

"After all, it's a tiger." Oda Sakunosuke smiled. He looked at the young man and was quiet for a while: "Ango didn't come today again."

"The door is right there, and I won't stop him." Osamu Dazai said lazily. He glanced at the entrance, and there always seemed to be a figure looming there: "He didn't want to come in."

"Ango always preaches to us, and sometimes he runs to a corner and can't get out." Oda Sakunosuke finally ended with this sentence.

"Well, there's still a lot of time." Osamu Dazai got up, and Baihu opened his eyes after sensing his movement, and stood up with his paws in an instant.

The 15-year-old boy's attire has never changed through the ages, with bandages wrapped around his body and a long-lasting black body, and his eyes are always dark without much light. The warm brown color was slowly dyed, and when he got up and stood up, Oda Sakunosuke saw the young man in the light brown windbreaker.

"It's the first time I've seen you become what you are now." The young man was slightly stunned, and finally laughed as before.

Osamu Dazai looked back, looked back into his eyes and chuckled: "If you compare my height now, I won't be the shortest one."

"Are you going to wake up?" Oda Sakunosuke asked him.

"Well," Osamu Dazai responded, "After all, there are a lot of things outside." He thought of something with a pitiful bitterness on his face: "It's super hard to be urged to work by a loud voice every day."

"Hey, Dazai," Oda Sakunosuke stopped suddenly, "Now," he paused, but quickly continued, "Although my current character is drawn according to your dream and the past, but."

Dazai looked up at him.

"What I said at that time," Oda Saku recalled the gunshot, "I think it was wrong now."

"Which sentence?" Osamu Dazai was slightly stunned.

"That sentence, whether it is about darkness or light, there is no such sentence as where you hide."

"What's the matter, why did you say that suddenly?"

Osamu Dazai didn't react, and when he asked in a puzzled voice, Oda Sakunosuke's blue eyes reflected a complete appearance of 22-year-old Dazai Osamu.

"Because I saw you now, I thought, even if I was the original me, I would think the same when I see you now."

Oda Sakunosuke always had that very shallow and very light smile on his face, he sighed, not heavy or sad, but a light and shallow sigh just like his smile, as if he finally didn’t have to worry about anything anymore Relaxed breath: "You have become very good, Dazai."

Seeming to be emotional, but also interspersed with other emotions, Oda Sakunosuke smiled and did not look at the young man with some dazed faces on his face, turned around and touched the cub whose eyes had been chasing the young man, red copper The man's eyes softened slightly, he stretched out his hand and patted Baihu's head, looking at himself with a bit of a blank gaze while looking at the purple-gold eyes.

"This man is a very arrogant coward." The young man pointed to Osamu Dazai beside him, and said to the childish white tiger with a smile, "I'll leave it to you later."

Osamu Dazai paused, and the next second he watched the white tiger's eyes move and fall on him, seeming to understand the young man's words, it yelled in the direction of Osamu Dazai, Osamu Dazai looked at Oda Sakunosuke with some amusement, a little dissatisfied He retorted vigorously: "What is an arrogant coward."

The young man just looked at him and smiled: "Farewell, Dazai."

So Osamu Dazai also quieted down, he lowered his eyes, and finally laughed again: "Farewell, Oda Tsukuru."

Everything about Lupine, including the smiling Oda Sakunosuke and the figure of the boss who stopped to wipe the wine glass at some point, was suddenly erased by some invisible force like paint on a painting.

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes, and said to the slowly dissipating figure: "I will visit you often," he saw the other person's eyes widen slightly, and Oda Sakunosuke lightly raised the wine glass in his hand after seeing the slightly stunned figure , So with a chuckle, Dazai Osamu put on a gesture of holding the wine glass and touching it lightly in mid-air, he finally looked into his light blue eyes with a little relief, and said softly: "After all, we are friends, Oda Tsukuru. "

Osamu Dazai watched them all disappear, and everything about Lupin slowly dissipated as if blown away by the breeze. He watched quietly for a while, with a very calm look in his eyes.Since the cub was brought to the tavern by Osamu Dazai, it has been quietly listening to the conversation between them. It watched everything around it disappear like the five dark buildings before, and its purple eyes blinked. Looking up, he looked up at Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai just lowered his eyes to look at it. The young man was no longer dressed as before, and his breath was no longer the same as before. Standing at Osamu Dazai's feet, the cub let out a soft cry, his voice raised, revealing The incomprehension that has been revealed since the beginning of the river.

Osamu Dazai looked at that pair of eyes, paused for a while, but didn't see any traces of the white tiger dissipating with the surrounding area, the young man blinked, with a confused look on his face, he and the cub stared at each other for a long time. He didn't see the cub tending to dissipate, so Osamu Dazai opened his eyes slightly, and looked at the cub with a serious look.

"It's so strange," Osamu Dazai watched as the young tiger stretched out its claws and tentatively scratched his sand-colored coat twice, with a slight force without leaving any marks, "Why didn't you dissipate?"

He was a little strangely serious: "It was the same just now, and it is the same now." The young man stretched out a finger and pointed at the tip of the cub's nose, and said in a somewhat persuasive tone: "I will wake up soon, this dream It will be over soon, too," he said, "What are you waiting for?"

The cub sniffed his scent. It was different from before, but very similar. It let out a little milky cry, then lowered its head and rubbed against Osamu Dazai's hand.

Osamu Dazai was stunned, paused for a while and said innocently: "Although, but, I can't understand what you want to express?"

The cub was still rubbing against his hand—it wanted Osamu Dazai to pick it up by the back of its neck, but Osamu Dazai thought about it, and finally just tried to stretch out his hand to smooth the cub's fur.

——It's a very gentle touch, soft, not heavy, and different from that of a cadre.

The cub stood on the spot, it looked at Osamu Dazai with his ears twitched, he blinked his eyes and moved back slightly so Zijin's eyes reflected the whole image of him, it was confused.

Osamu Dazai saw the glowing purple eyes of the cub, which dimmed a little. After meeting those gazes, he covered his face weakly, and a muffled voice came from behind his palm: "Dun-jun is really troublesome." He said, "I can't figure out what you want to do again?"

Osamu Dazai looked helplessly at the white tiger that was just standing there obediently, and said as if admonishing: "I'm about to wake up." He looked at the young tiger's confused expression, and said in a more serious voice: "If you wake up, you will wake up." will dissipate, with this dream."

He stretched out his hand and poked the young tiger's forehead, complaining weakly: "I really wanted to wake up after taking a look at Oda Tsukuru, but why don't you want to dissipate, you little brat?"

Although if Osamu Dazai insisted on waking up, the cub would dissipate along with the dream, but Osamu Dazai looked down at the purple gold eyes of the tiger cub, and was a bit soft-hearted and couldn't just leave it alone. Jun always makes people feel a little bit hard and doesn't know how to deal with it, he thought so, so he hummed for a long time and decided to stay for a while to see why the little guy in front of him still stayed.

"Ehhh," Osamu Dazai lazily squatted down and looked closely at the cub who had been staring at him with wide eyes, sighed and thought about the white tiger's thoughts with some melancholy, why? Is there something to worry about, Osamu Dazai was thinking about what happened in the dream, thinking about it carefully, in fact, Osamu Dazai spent a lot of thought on Mori Ogai and the design, and after picking up the tiger, he played with him along with sex Most of the time, it is just to use it to create the illusion that a cadre has no intention of working to lure Nakahara Nakaya to observe the growing discord between him and Mori Ogai...

Osamu Dazai fiddled with the memories in his dream, but after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't find any clues. Qingqing frowned and sighed, and turned his face to look at the cub with some distress - the white tiger's eyes always fell on the on him.

The young tiger and him looked at each other, and the focus of their eyes fell on the frowning eyebrows of the young man. It stood there, paused, and then stretched out its claws to gently touch Dazai's forehead, just like Dazai would touch Dazai's forehead from time to time. Hold his forehead firmly.

It touched his forehead, and then touched Osamu Dazai's eyebrows. The cub's claws were retracted, and the touch between his eyebrows was also fluffy. Osamu Dazai paused for the soft touch, and stared at it in a daze. Tiger, his mind moved.

"It's okay," he said slowly, looking at Young Tiger's slightly widened eyes after hearing the words, "Don't worry about me."

Is it okay?

Does it matter to the guy who makes you unhappy with his white smile, those guys who are dark and wearing sunglasses and don't look at you?

The cub slightly opened its eyes wide, Dazaiji's dazed look was reflected in the eyes, the purple and gold color was flowing, another figure suddenly appeared in the white tiger's eyes, another figure similar to Dazaiji, with a panting all over his body. A dark figure.

Osamu Dazai was also slightly stunned, he tilted his head, poked his eyes to see himself in the original dream that appeared out of thin air on his side, the younger cadres did not look at Osamu Dazai in the light brown coat, he stood There, quietly, with lowered eyes, he looked at the cub who suddenly stood up.

The cadre didn't make a sound, but the cub itself rushed away from Dazai Osamu's feet with a little eagerness. It gathered enough strength and rushed straight like a small cannonball.

Osamu Dazai watched the cub sniff the cadre's scent, and bit the hem of the cadre's clothes. The young cadre looked at the white tiger under his feet without showing any expression, but muttered a stupid tiger in a low voice, and then took the cub He threw the white tiger into his arms by the back of his neck.

He turned around to leave, and finally glanced at Osamu Dazai, who was slightly stunned, and just glanced at him, without any further communication.

The cub poked its eyes out from his arms and looked over. Hu Zijin's eyes were shining, unlike the quiet look before, it stayed in the cadre's arms, sniffing the most familiar scent, and then began to jump up again.It barked, milkingly and cheerfully.

Osamu Dazai couldn't hold back a laugh, and looked helplessly at the young cadre, pouted and unreasonably stretched out his hand to push Baihu's head back.

"What, are you worried about him?"

Osamu Dazai stood up, sighed softly, and looked at the pitch-black figure that was turning away from him, whose figure like a cub was slowly disappearing.

That was his past, that was Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai never thought that there would be such a situation where he would meet face to face with his past self. He should have been indifferent, and maybe he should have vented his anger towards his past self as well as his present self.

But Osamu Dazai shook his head slightly, thinking of the cub that happily fell into the arms of the cadre, and the look of Baihu poking out his purple gold eyes with a slight light—what, you like him so much.

Osamu Dazai shook his head weakly, he sighed inexplicably, what was he sighing, was it a cub, or himself, Dazai Osamu's eyes flickered slightly, and he no longer wanted to investigate further. this dream.

Let's wake up quickly, Dazai Osamu thought, this dream has been going on for a long time, maybe Atsushi on his side is starting to have a headache.