Miss Tsushima

Tsushima Hiiragi was dozing off on the desk when he received the email from Oda Sakunosuke.

Osamu Dazai was lying on the sofa leisurely playing the palm phone, pressing the handle continuously, making crackling sound effects.

After meeting Oda Sakunosuke that day, he didn't take the initiative to contact her. I don't know why he was looking for her this time, Tsushima thought while turning on his phone.

After a quick scan, Tsushima Hiiragi stood up, directly dialed Oda Sakunosuke's mobile phone, and made a call while walking into the bathroom.

"Hello, is this Miss Tsushima?" The voice on the other end of the phone was distorted.

Tsushima Hiiragi put the mobile phone between his ears and shoulders, and while washing his face, he replied: "It's me, um... About that matter, bring your things here..."

She turned the lid of the lipstick, "Okay, the location is..."

Osamu Dazai appeared behind her, staring at her with folded arms, Tsushima Hiiragi caught a glimpse of him in the mirror, quickly ended the phone call and walked out of the bathroom.

Osamu Dazai also followed.

As the weather turned colder, Tsushima Hiiragi searched for a coat from the closet, Dazai Osamu followed behind her, did not speak, just followed her quietly, like a child always closely following her mother Like behind.

Not knowing why he suddenly had such an association, Tsushima Hiiragi shook his head with a smile in his heart.

This is a manifestation of extreme insecurity.

Tsushima Hiiragi turned around and stroked Osamu Dazai's hair. She liked to touch people's heads like this. Dazai Osamu's soft hair was unexpectedly soft and felt very good.

It's just that Osamu Dazai's height changed too quickly, Tsushima Hiiragi reached out to reach the top of his head, Osamu Dazai lowered his head slightly so that she could touch the top of his head.

"Okay, okay, I'll go out for a while, and I'll be back soon~" Tsushima Hiiragi patted the top of his head.

She bent down to search in the closet, and it took a long time to find a beige coat, which was already crumpled.

Tsushima Hiiragi couldn't help frowning, Dazai Osamu looked aside, and said, "Put on my coat." Seeing Tsushima Hiiragi turned around, he walked over and picked up the black coat that was draped on the sofa .

He still wore that dress in the morning, and when he came back, he took it off casually and put it there. It was better than Tsushima Hiiragi's crumpled overcoat. When he saw Tsushima Hiiragi, he seemed to be hesitating. The coat draped over her shoulders.

"It seems a little big."

Tsushima Hiiragi stretched out his hand and let him put his sleeves on, the black coat smelled faintly of gunpowder smoke mixed with rust.

"Okay, come back soon."

Tsushima Hiiragi picked up her handbag and bent over to put on her shoes, when Osamu Dazai suddenly stopped her from behind, "Wait a minute."

He gently put his hand on the back of Tsushima Hiiragi's neck, and with a few dexterous movements of his fingers, "The collar is turned up."

"All right."

Tsushima Hiiragi and Oda Sakunosuke made an appointment to meet in a cafe. There was more than half an hour before the appointed time. Tsushima Hiiragi arrived at the store. Oda Sakunosuke had already arrived. Shima Hiiragi let out a breath.

"Show me."

Oda Sakunosuke handed her a stack of manuscript papers, watching Tsushima Hiiragi with a tense expression as he flipped through them one by one.

"How about it?"

Just as Tsushima Hiiragi was about to speak, the waiter came to the table. Tsushima Hiiragi ordered a cup of iced coffee, returned the menu to the waiter, and brought the coffee cup to his mouth.

Unexpectedly, she could read Oda Sakunosuke's works again, and she couldn't help but smile, "It's great."

"Really"

Oda Sakunosuke seemed to be relieved, and his expressionless face seemed to relax a lot, "However, I still feel that there is a problem here, and when I wrote it..."

Tsushima Hiiragi moved along the place pointed by his finger, "Let me see, ah... This place, look, is it better to change it like this?"

She pulled her black hair behind her ears, took out a pencil from her bag, and lightly wrote on the paper, "Change it like this."

"Ah, yes."

Oda Sakunosuke nodded.

When Tsushima Hiiragi felt her neck was a little sore, she suddenly realized that it was late in the evening. She let out a breath, moved her neck, and when she looked out the window, she unexpectedly saw a familiar figure.

A young boy with short dark red hair and round glasses stood outside the French window outside the store.

The entire wall of the cafe is made of floor-to-ceiling glass, so Tsushima Hiiragi can clearly see him. The young man in a sailor jacket, socks and leather shoes in shorts is holding a book in his arms, and it seems that he happened to turn around and find Tsushima Hiiragi. A look of astonishment appeared on his face.

"Is it someone you know?" Oda Sakunosuke followed her gaze.

"Well, I'm going to say hello." Seeing the boy's expression of wanting to leave immediately, Tsushima Hiiragi stood up, thought for a while, and said to Oda Sakunosuke: "You come here too, I'll introduce him Get to know you."

A doubtful expression appeared on Oda Sakunosuke's face, but he followed behind her as promised.

"Mr. Fuchuan, long time no see."

Walking quickly in front of the boy, Tsushima Hiiragi tilted his head and showed a pure smile.

"Ah... um... um, um... Long time no see, Tsushima-sensei." The boy squeezed out a seemingly reluctant expression, and kept pinching the corner of his clothes.

"This is the famous female novelist Fukawa Fuyu." Tsushima Hiiragi introduced to Oda Sakunosuke, "This is my friend Oda Sakunosuke."

"Mr. Fukawa Fuyu?" Oda Sakunosuke looked at Fuchuan in surprise, Fuchuan seemed to be biting his nails uncomfortably because of Oda Sakunosuke's gaze, and gave him a hard look.

Fukawa Fuyu, who published the novel "When Isoka Disappeared" when he was ten years old, caused a sensation in Japan's social level, and was nominated for a literary superstar in the literary world.

His existence must be an important stroke in the history of Japanese literature.

It's just that I didn't expect that he looked so young, Oda Sakunosuke thought.

"I didn't expect to meet Fuchuan-kun here, what are you here for?" Tsushima Hiiragi asked, not paying attention to Fuchuan's silence, looking at the book in his arms, "Are you here to buy books? Or come to eat? Ah, speaking of which, I’m a little hungry, why don’t we have a meal together.”

Tsushima Hiiragi watched him with a smile.

Oda Sakunosuke stood aside with some doubts. In his impression, Tsushima Hiiragi seemed to be a little more indifferent. He did not expect that she would invite others to dinner so enthusiastically, and Fukawa was not very willing.

Tsushima-sensei probably did this to introduce Fukawa-sensei to him, Oda Sakunosuke was moved.

However, if people are unwilling, it is better to forget it.

When Oda Sakunosuke was about to speak.

"...Okay, where to eat?" Fu Chuandong stared at his toes for a while, and asked.

"I don't know either..." Tsushima Hiiragi turned his head to the side, tapped his cheek with his fingers, looked at Oda Sakunosuke with a perplexed expression, "Sakunosuke-kun, do you have any recommendations?"

So, it ended up like this.

The three of them sat in the shop, with warm yellow lights, and a family-style restaurant. The shop owner put a plate of spicy curry in front of Oda Sakunosuke and Fukawa, and Tsushima Hiiragi ordered a cold drink.

Oda Sakunosuke looked at Fukawa Futou who was holding a spoon and silently facing the curry rice.

I didn't expect him to want to come.

Fukawa endured and endured, raised his head and gave Sakunosuke Oda who had been silently staring at him a hard look, and dug a large spoonful of curry rice into his mouth with a spoon.

"Cough cough cough cough!!"

Immediately there was a piercing coughing sound.

"Hey, are you okay?" Oda Sakunosuke was taken aback, and quickly took out a piece of paper and handed it to him.

It may be that he doesn't usually eat spicy food, but at this moment he couldn't help sneezing, tears streaming down his face. He took off his round glasses and kept wiping his reddened eyes with paper.

Tsushima Hiiragi handed him the water glass at hand, probably because he took off his glasses and couldn't see what was in front of him clearly, Fukawa Tou grabbed her wrist with such strength that Tsushima Hiiragi couldn't help but wrinkle frown.

"sorry."

Fu Chuandong quickly let go of his hand, held the water glass, and took a few sips lightly. His eyes, which were not covered by lenses, were bright red, red like flowing blood. He glanced at Tsushima Hiiragi, He lowered his head and put on his glasses again.

Tsushima Hiiragi moved his numb wrist lightly, and glanced at him.

"...So, Oda Sakunosuke-kun wants to become a writer, do you have any advice, Fukawa-kun?"

After Tsushima Hiiragi finished his narration, he took a sip of water, and Toukawa Fukawa silently looked at the manuscript of Sakunosuke Oda, arranged the manuscript papers on the table one by one, and read with his head down.

"I think this place can..." He thought about it and said it slowly.

Although he still looked gloomy at this moment, the feeling of restlessness slowly receded, and he put forward his opinions in an orderly manner.

Oda Sakunosuke and Fukawa Fuyu were discussing, Tsushima Hiiragi stood up and asked the boss, "Excuse me, where is the bathroom?"

The incandescent light was used in the bathroom, and the dazzling light shone on the tiled floor. When Tsushima Hiiragi turned on the faucet, the water was rushing, and she washed her hands with soap.

The sound of rushing water covered up the sound of light footsteps.

There was a clean mirror hanging in front of him, and Tsushima Hiiragi patiently rinsed the foam off his hands without looking up, a dazzling silver light was reflected in the mirror.

When Tsushima Hiiragi looked up, she saw a figure standing behind her reflected in the mirror

She was pushed down on the sink by a huge force, and her body was almost bent at [-] degrees. The silver scissors wiped down her cheeks, and they were firmly inserted into the table, and she felt numb pain immediately. Tsushima Hiiragi looked expressionlessly at the red eyes that were extremely close to him.

The blood on the cheek slowly flowed down the thin chin and dripped onto the collarbone.

"You really fit my aesthetic prey..."

Said the man with the eyes of a beast, and laughed exaggeratedly, revealing the sharp teeth of a shark.