Miss Tsushima

"Put me in your pocket."

Osamu Dazai grabbed the hem of Tsushima Hiiragi's clothes hanging down, and said softly.

Tsushima Hiiragi stood on two flights of stairs, turned his head in surprise, Dazai Osamu was holding her sleeve tightly, the silk fabric was in his hand, and his shape was deformed, he raised his head and looked at she.

The exposed eye quietly looked into her eyes.

The atmosphere suddenly changed from noisy to silent.

Tsushima Hiiragi turned around, and Dazai Osamu was standing at the bottom of the stairs—he was a head shorter than her, like when Tsushima Hiiragi just picked Dazai Osamu home.

"Put it in your pocket? Then am I your mother kangaroo?" Tsushima Hiiragi smiled, "Do you want to call me mother?"

Osamu Dazai looked at her, and the part of his neck that was exposed from his raised head looked fragile and thin. He took off the black coat of the Mafia, and he looked extraordinarily thin with only his shirt on. He observed the expression of Tsushima Hiiragi. After a while, I opened my mouth.

"But Ms. Tsushima looks so young. If she is called mother, others will think it strange."

When Osamu Dazai looked closely at Tsushima Hiiragi, she was standing on the steps, with one or two strands of her coiled hair loosely hanging on her snow-white cheeks, and when she smiled, her eyes curled up, The shallow pear dimples at the corners of the mouth are exposed.

She still looks the same?, and four years ago, there is no change in the slightest?.

The years have left no traces on her body.

Tsushima Hiiragi put his hand on his lips, with a thoughtful expression,

"I'm much older than you." She stretched out her hand and gestured on her chest, "When I first met you, you were only so tall."

"According to my age, it's not a problem for me to be Dazai-kun's mother."

Tsushima Hiiragi clapped his palms together, and came to a conclusion with a smile.

"...It's really bad-hearted."

Osamu Dazai said in a low voice, then raised his head again, staring at Tsushima Hiiragi with a reluctant expression,

"Okay, just? Let you be my kangaroo mother. Mom, you have to keep your promise and put me in your pocket."

He stretched out his hand, held Tsushima Hiiragi's waist, and hugged her in Tsushima Hiiragi's surprised expression.

"Hey, wait... Dazai-kun?" Tsushima Hiiragi turned his head with difficulty, and his slippers rolled down the stairs with a gurgle, until he rolled to the coffee table before stopping. Tsushima Hiiragi is indeed very light, Dazai Osamu When I picked her up, I only felt the weight of the clothes I picked up, and I could hardly feel her existence.

"Miss Tsushima won't change at all, it's too foul!" Osamu Dazai said, "Even if I'm a mother now, I'll be an older sister in ten years, and I'll be an older brother in ten years' time Well, in a few decades, I will be a grandfather."

Tsushima Hiiragi couldn't help laughing, he was out of breath from laughing, he put his hands on Dazai Osamu's chest, and barely kept it from slipping down.

How interesting? She and Osamu Dazai are actually discussing things decades later.

They who are Dazai—are there really decades to come?

"Anyway, I'm? Now? I'm a mother, right? Then? I won. Call me grandpa or something. Let's wait until 50 years later!"

She laughed and coughed.

Anyway, I can't even be sure what tomorrow will be like. The future -- such an illusory thing, is of course just a random promise.

She laughed so hard that she couldn't stop shaking, Osamu Dazai put her back on the stairs and laughed too.

"Hey, Mom, where did you put me?"

He stood under the steps, stretched out his arms to wrap around Tsushima Hiiragi's waist, hugged her from behind, and pressed his face to her back tightly, "You don't have a pocket at all, put me in it ?Where is it?"

"Is it in the sleeves? Or in the kimono belt?" He put his hand on Tsushima Hiiragi's wide belt. The satin-dyed gold belt is more expensive than the kimono. His fingers Hook the edge of Tsushima Hiiragi's belt.

"Okay, okay, stop making trouble, it's so itchy." Tsushima Hiiragi couldn't stop laughing, trying to stop his troublesome hands.

"Hey~ I don't want it, Miss Tsushima promised to put me in her pocket." Osamu Dazai kept coquettish.

He paused suddenly.

The smile on his face receded like a tide.

"Miss Tsushima, what is this? What is it?"

Then, he took out a blood-stained military medal from Tsushima Hiiragi's belt.

The ruby-studded Cross of Merit with a ring of diamonds shone even in the darkened interior.

Osamu Dazai held this gadget in his palm and looked at it again and again, then raised his head to look at Tsushima Hiiragi.

Tsushima Hiiragi was subconsciously stunned. This was placed in her palm by Gide before his death. Tsushima Hiiragi would never refuse to accept others. He put this gemstone badge in his belt. Dazai touched it out.

She felt guilty suddenly, Dazai Osamu's eyes fell lightly on her body, and looked at her with a smile, seemingly indifferent.

But she knew that Osamu Dazai was the most conscientious, he looked like he didn't care, but in fact he must have been extremely upset.

Except for Oda Sakunosuke, their circle of friends never overlap again.He's not happy seeing Nakahara Naka, and seeing her go out to drink, even Natsume Takashi, who is only ten years old - he is also yin and yang.

At this moment, without giving him an explanation, Osamu Dazai will definitely be able to go to heaven. Tsushima Hiiragi suddenly had a headache, and decided to cut through the mess quickly, and quickly resolve this crisis-ridden dialogue.

"I picked it up on the road. Give it to you."

"Oh? Is that right? I can pick up a badge inlaid with gemstones on the way. Ms. Tsushima is very lucky." Osamu Dazai replied in a strange way, "It's dirty, and I don't know whose it is. don't want."

"You don't want it? Then give it back to me."

Tsushima Hiiragi tried to retrieve the badge from his palm, Dazai Osamu held his hand tightly, put it into the pocket of his trousers, and snorted,

"It's ashes and blood. I don't know if there is anything? It's a virus. I'll keep it for you first."

Both of them knew that the other was lying, but neither of them pierced through this obvious lie, and left it to the virtual snake to confront each other.

Tsushima Hiiragi knew that this badge would be impossible to get back, but as long as this matter can be resolved, she would let Dazai put away the badge, and Dazai would watch her actions towards her. There was no reaction, so he relaxed his tense expression a little, puffed up his face angrily, and pouted his lips.

This is his usual trick. He put on such an expression, as if he had been greatly wronged, just waiting for Tsushima Hiiragi to coax him. Osamu Dazai has always been good at hiding his emotions. It won't be seen through, but at this moment, he pouted his mouth high as if he was afraid that Tsushima Hiiragi would not see the grievance on his face.

Tsushima Hiiragi had no choice but to turn around to coax him again, push him upstairs, and spread the quilt again. "Aren't you still tired after taking such a long flight from abroad? Hurry up? Let's rest."

Osamu Dazai sat on the quilt, snorted, and only looked down at the bandages on his hands. Tsushima Hiiragi was helpless, and sat sideways next to his quilt, touching his cheek, "Still angry, what's the matter?" How angry, hurry up? Lie down and rest."

Osamu Dazai raised his eyes to look at her, then lowered his head, only staring at his tie silently. The whole thing was stuffed into the bed, and he just lay down without saying a word.

Tsushima Hiiragi sighed in relief and stood up.

Osamu Dazai immediately said, "What are you doing? Where are you going?"

Tsushima Hiiragi waved the crumpled Osamu Dazai coat in his hand, turned around and raised his hand to hang the clothes on the hanger, trying to restore the messy clothes to the original one at a glance? Can you see that it is It looks like a high-end item.

Osamu Dazai turned around, lay down in the quilt, hid his pointed chin in the crook of his arms, only his eyes were exposed, and looked at Tsushima Hiiragi, "Hey, Miss Tsushima, why don't you Change clothes? Dress like this? Are you not tired?"

He was referring to Tsushima Hiiragi Toki's kimono.

Tsushima Hiiragi was busy saving his clothes, and replied without looking back, "I have to go out soon, so I won't change it."

"Where to go?"

Osamu Dazai stared at her, and Tsushima Hiiragi spent a long time trying to remove the folds on the clothes, so he gently brushed his forehead with the back of his hand, and said in a low voice, "He said that he is not a bear, what? He is an ordinary person." Can you? Do you have it?” The ability to wear clothes once and then be scrapped, and fortunately Osamu Dazai is not a poor man anymore.

She realized that she was doing useless work, put down her rolled up sleeves, loosened her messy hair and put it up again, "Go out and buy some food and come back, you have been on the plane for more than ten hours, and you are busy with this job again." How long, belly? Are you hungry?"

Needless to say, Osamu Dazai also knew that there must be wine in the refrigerator at home? There was nothing else, he watched Tsushima Hiiragi tidy up his clothes, walked to him, helped him tuck the corners of the quilt, and touched it again. his hair.

Osamu Dazai felt Tsushima Hiiragi's gentle eyes fall on his face, like the shimmering moonlight, "You can rest for a while, I will be back soon."

She stood up, and Osamu Dazai was lying on the soft quilt. The tiredness slowly swept through his nerves like water waves. He closed his eyes obediently, and Tsushima Hiiragi walked to the window lightly, The hydrangeas bloomed in clusters, just in time, and she drew the curtains, and the room was plunged into darkness.

Tsushima Hiiragi walked out.

It was only two hours since she came back. Osamu Dazai woke up when she pushed the door, sat up, rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, "Miss Tsushima, you have been away for a long time."

"Because I ran a few places, it took a while." Tsushima Hiiragi replied, putting the bag in his hand on the low table, "Go and wash your face."

When Dazai Osamu came out, Tsushima Hiiragi had already put the same? same? on the table. The cream spread on the cake exuded a sweet smell, like a snowdrift, and the strawberries placed on top trembled The majestic, bright red ones have an attractive color, and there are sliced ​​sushi on the side. Osamu Dazai sniffed it, and a smile appeared on his face,

"It's crab sushi!"

"Yeah, the cake is your favorite one, and the sushi costs a lot of money. Do you know how far I have traveled? Two hours is still too slow for you." Tsushima Hiiragi thrust the fork into Dazai Osamu hands.

Osamu Dazai stuffed a piece of cream-filled cake into his mouth, and took a bite of the sushi. Tsushima Hiiragi took a paper towel to wipe off the cream on the corner of his mouth, "This way? The taste won't change if you eat it together Is it weird?"

"No." Osamu Dazai gulped down the food in his mouth, "Miss Tsushima, why did you suddenly buy this? Is it a special day?"

Tsushima Hiiragi paused, "It's just to celebrate your return to Japan. You must not have had a good meal while you were outside."

"Really?" Osamu Dazai lowered his head, hiding the expression on his face.

When he eats quietly, without deliberately seeking a sense of presence, he is silent. The fork and plate do not make any collision sound, and the chewing is almost silent.Tsushima Hiiragi was just sitting on the side watching him.

After he finished eating, Tsushima Hiiragi stacked the dishes together, watched Osamu Dazai get into bed, and then she put the dishes on the tray and explained.

"Let's rest for a while." She finished and closed the door.

Tsushima Hiiragi put the dishes in the sink, and the water from the faucet was rushing. She rolled up her sleeves and washed the dishes mechanically. After washing, her movements stopped.

She looked at the reflection in the water, and gently touched the water surface with her fingertips. Amidst the ripples, her tearful face was also blurred.

The water was still rushing.

Osamu Dazai stared at the dark room, his brain kept clamoring for rest, his eyelids were almost glued together, he gritted his teeth, felt for the bandage on his arm, and pressed it down forcefully.

A dark red color slowly emerged from the snow-white bandage.

Osamu Dazai also remained silent, closed his eyes, and tried his best to keep his mind awake.

It was probably in the middle of the night, when the faint moonlight penetrated through the gap in the curtains, Tsushima Hiiragi stood up from the sofa, and she just sat quietly for an afternoon like that, while Michiko at her feet fell asleep, and her belly rose. ups and downs.

Tsushima Hiiragi walked to the door, gently held the doorknob, opened the door almost silently, the moonlight poured down, she stretched out her hand, pale light slipped from her fingers.

She took a step, and suddenly there was a snap of a light switch behind her.

The room behind was lit up, and the bright moonlight eclipsed it. Osamu Dazai was standing in the living room in his pajamas, and he seemed to have hurried down, with his hand still on the switch.

Osamu Dazai looked straight at the back of Tsushima Hiiragi.

Under the moonlight, she was almost as pale and transparent as several layers of transparent glass.

They stared at each other for a long time before Osamu Dazai spoke.

"Where are you going?"

The author has something to say: Ugh, can Dazai only remember Ms. Tsushima with Gide's badge in the future?It's too awful!

I'm kidding, don't hit me (hug head)

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