Miss Tsushima

The sticky kiss? It took a long time to end. Osamu Dazai stood up, lifted the shoes that Tsushima Hiiragi had taken off, and put them in the shoe cabinet, "Okay? Come in first, Miss Tsushima? First Go barefoot."

"Barefoot? I can't walk barefoot."

The shoes were confiscated, and Tsushima Hiiragi stepped on the smooth wooden board with his bare feet, and his toes moved in a novel way, "It's so weird. At least I have to wear a pair of socks. I can't walk with bare feet."

Osamu Dazai had already walked a few steps, stopped when he heard this, and turned his head slightly. From the perspective of Tsushima Hiiragi, he could only see half of his face in the shadow, "What should I do? Are you leaving?"

He didn't just talk about it, his body also turned around.

Tsushima Hiiragi immediately straightened his skirt, stepped cautiously, and followed behind him.

"It's a pity, I still want to hug you." Osamu Dazai sighed regretfully, "This is... the living room? You can sit there for a while, I'll go?" Bring the wine."

"Dazai-kun, do you have any good wine in your collection?" Tsushima Hiiragi suddenly came up, and his pace also accelerated? Speed, "Is it? What wine?"

"Don't expect too much, it's incomparable to the little man's collection, it's just... ordinary wine." Dazai Osamu's voice couldn't hear any emotional fluctuations, "Whiskey, gin, vodka, Rum, that's all."

Tsushima Hiiragi paused, "Is this really true?...It sounds really dangerous."

Tsushima Hiiragi followed "Dazai Osamu" and stepped into his room.

In other words, the living room, even a single house, does not have much space. After entering from the entrance, it can basically be called a space with a clear view, about twelve stacks of tatami mats. Because there are few things, the room is empty and looks spacious. Extra large.

The kitchen and the living room are separated by a sliding door, and there is no such thing as a dining room. Tsushima Hiiragi looked around curiously, and walked to the small round table.

The layout is similar to that of the bungalow where they lived together. The round table placed on the tatami is short and small. A few steps away is the futon and quilt spread on the floor. Dazai Osamu’s quilt was not folded properly, but ? Not really messy.

Simple furnishings, wooden tatami mats, wooden round tables and bookshelves, gray-blue curtains, like? The most common rental house, but? This simplicity reveals a different atmosphere.

It is completely impossible to accurately deduce the information of the owner who lives here from the things here.

Really? A residence that fits Osamu Dazai's personality.

Tsushima Hiiragi raised the hem of the long cotton skirt, and slowly knelt down by the small round table. After he sat down and adjusted the hem of the skirt, he stretched his legs under the round table, propped his chin, and looked at the room casually. .

There was a sudden furry sensation on his bare feet, Tsushima Hiiragi opened his eyes slightly in surprise, bent down, and looked under the table close to the ground.

There was indeed a mass of furry creatures at her feet under the table, covered by its shadow.

The space under the table is covered with a dark gray shadow, is it a blind spot that cannot be illuminated by the bright light of the electric lamp, that kind of gray and fuzzy color.

It was supposed to be? Warm, supple orange fur.

Is it? Her cat, Miss Michiko.

Tsushima Hiiragi showed a smile and stretched out his hands, "Michiko, come."

She softly called the cat's name? She spread her palm to the cat and opened her arms.

However, her hand was stretched out in mid-air for a long time, and she kept the same posture without getting any response.

Michiko, who was huddled at Tsushima Hiiragi's feet, just raised her head, looking at her quietly with her big moist brown eyes.

He neither acted like a baby nor ran away, but kept staring at her without moving.

If not? The warm touch from its body is just like? A statue of a cat, those big and round eyes, like solidified amber, reflect the small, Tsushima Hiiragi smiling shadow with outstretched hand.

Michiko stared at her unblinkingly.

But put on a posture of alert and defensive.

Tsushima Hiiragi's expression gradually froze.

Yes? Ah, this child is guarding against her, afraid of her.

Afraid of her abandonment? His former owner, a stranger whom he hadn't seen in two years.

Tsushima Hiiragi still maintained the bent posture, and slowly withdrew his hand.

In an instant, her heart was filled with indescribable, complex and detailed feelings? She didn't know what kind of feelings she was harboring, or? Didn't think about anything? She took it back blankly ?hand.

There are some things, as long as they happen afterward, you can't go back to the past as if nothing happened.

Tsushima Hiiragi turned his eyes away, and there was a blank void in his heart.

However, before she could be stunned for two seconds, a sudden weight came towards her and crushed her body.

"Hey?"

Tsushima Hiiragi only had time to let out a short cry? His eyes widened in surprise.

The cat, which was staring at her and was in a stalemate, suddenly accelerated and ran towards her the moment she looked away, and jumped onto the table nimbly before she noticed it. Borrowing strength? He suddenly stepped on the table and jumped into Tsushima Hiiragi's arms.

Being thrown at the chest by the orange cat like this, Tsushima Hiiragi fell backward involuntarily, being pressed heavily on the ground, and the back of his head made a crisp sound of collision.

"Hey, it hurts!"

This is too heavy? How fat did Osamu Dazai feed Miss Michiko?For cats, is this weight? Is it? Some? Too exaggerated?Obviously it doesn't look fat, does it?

In sight, is a gray ceiling.

When Tsushima Hiiragi was hit by Michiko in this way, all kinds of thoughts circling in his head were knocked out. Only the back of his head was in a burning pain, and he stared blankly at the ceiling, unable to think about anything.

Michiko flicked her tail, stepped on her chest with reserved steps, and stepped on her chest, as if she was inspecting her own kingdom.

Tsushima Hiiragi Shiben was? He was staring at the ceiling in a daze, but a furry, magnified cat head suddenly appeared in his sight.

Because it was too close, the cat was trembling, and its beards were brushing gently on her face.

Michiko's eyes are large, with a somewhat silly gaze for a feline.At this moment, she also stared blankly at Tsushima Hiiragi.

Maybe this kind of sluggishness is a bit dull among cats that are famous for their cunning, but... also because of this sluggishness, it shows a clumsy gentleness.

When the soft pads stepped on her cheeks, it was a soft and warm fleshy touch. It carefully put away its paws, and approached the original owner's face, sniffing her scent carefully.

"Huh? What's the matter??"

Hearing a loud falling sound from outside, Osamu Dazai, who opened the kitchen door and looked out, fell into silence.

Osamu Dazai turned around and left the kitchen, and closed the door behind him with a bang.

He walked over quickly, put the cup in his hand on the small round table, turned around and grabbed Michiko by the back of the neck, and lifted it from Tsushima Hiiragi's chest.

The cat's soft body was suspended in the air, stretched out as a long strand, flexibly flipped upwards, and bit Osamu Dazai's arm with its teeth and claws.

"This kind of action, isn't it? A mere cat like you can do it before me."

He muttered in a low voice, and Tsushima Hiiragi turned his head to him, "Huh? Did you say anything just now?"

When Osamu Dazai lowered his head to stare at Tsushima Hiiragi who was thrown to the ground by the cat, her black hair was scattered all over the ground, showing a blank expression. Osamu Dazai shook his head, "I didn't say anything."

He turned his head to face Michiko dangling on his arm.

"Really? Miss Michiko has a really bad temper."

Dazai Osamu did not change his face, and skillfully pulled Michiko off his arm. The bandage on his arm was wrapped tightly and thickly, and the cat seemed to have its teeth bitten, and retracted its mouth with fur. , struggling to escape from his grasp, and hid back in Tsushima Hiiragi's arms.

"A bad-tempered cat, stupid and rude." Dazai Osamu folded his arms and said condescendingly to Michiko who was nestled in Tsushima Hiiragi's arms.

"Dazai-kun, do I? I think you are more stupid when you talk to cats."

Tsushima Hiiragi picked up the cat, placed it on his lap, and looked at Osamu Dazai with a smile.

"Hmph, Ms. Tsushima, you're? That's it. You're going to protect Ms. Michiko. It doesn't regard you as its master anymore."

Osamu Dazai turned back to the kitchen, and when he came back, he had several exquisitely packaged wine bottles in his hands.

"If Miss Michiko regarded you as her master, would she jump into your arms? Jump up and down, and step on you hard?"

"A cat is a very fickle creature. Once you leave it behind, it will already? Forget that you are? Its owner?"

"Right now, it just likes the smell on your body and wants you to play with it. It has long since forgotten all about loyalty and obedience." He pointed at the arms of Tsushima Hiiragi The coquettish Michiko, "Does Miss Michiko remember you? It's just? Just pretending to be good?"

"Because as long as you put on a cute face, you can get whatever you want soon," Dazai Osamu poked Michiko on the forehead, and Michiko shook his finger away, "That's... because I no longer like you from the bottom of my heart, so I can curl up in your arms like this."

"If you still remember the hatred you felt when you left it and walked away, you wouldn't act like a baby like this."

Tsushima Hiiragi stared at the ground in a daze, as if he didn't hear his words, and suddenly changed the topic, "Is that? My book?"

What her finger was pointing at was a book on the small round table that was pressed by a lot of miscellaneous things, with a corner exposed. She tapped the corner of the sky blue book cover with her fingertips, and turned her inquiring eyes To Osamu Dazai, "Yes? My book?"

Dazai paused for a moment and didn't answer her.

Tsushima Hiiragi? No? Osamu Dazai must answer her question personally. She stretched out her hand, carefully removed the things on it, and took out the book, "Really, is it mine? The book, and still? It was only recently published..."

The cover of the light blue book is painted with light gray clouds, and the name is written in the middle of it with a calligraphy brush. Tsushima Hiiragi crossed the title of the book and his own name, "Look? Is it over? Didn’t think so? Dazai-kun, you will buy my book.”

She touched Michiko, who was dozing on her lap, and said in a low voice, "What about your unexpected nostalgia."

She put the book on the cat's back, and opened it slowly. This is? She just released a new book this spring, why didn't she think that it would be here? His character, even the old books left at his place, he would throw them away.

The light yellow inner pages have no trace of folding. When Tsushima Hiiragi opened it, a thin, light beige piece of paper fell from the gap between the pages.

"Ok?"

Tsushima Hiiragi blinked? Blinked, as if there was a piece of paper that fell suddenly. She looked at the ground, but she didn't see it for a long time. After a while, she saw a piece of paper at Dazai Osamu's feet. It seems to be something like paper.

She bent down to pick it up, and looked at it against the light, only to find that it was a square photo.

Is it? She is wearing a light blue furisode kimono, with many faint iris patterns painted and dyed on the collar, and a yellow lozenge silk belt. She stands under the flower tree and smiles at the camera.

Ah, is it? At that time, with the release of the book, it was a bonus that was included in the book. Tsushima recalled that there should be less than [-] copies of this special edition with photos.

This kind of book should not be easy to get in the market, but? He specially bought a copy, just for? For? To do this kind of thing, Tsushima Hiiragi looked at the photo, and then looked at Dazai Osamu's face, he There was no wavering expression on his face.

The guy who seems to be scribbling on this picture, isn't he?

The photo was taken beautifully, but Tsushima Hiiragi's face was drawn with a black marker? A cat's beard and a pig's nose, and he also painted on his head? A devil's horn, which looks extraordinarily funny .

Tsushima Hiiragi put down the photo, and opened the title page of the book again. Sure enough, her name? Osamu Dazai scribbled and changed it into Tsushima idiot (crossed out) fool (crossed out) Hiiragi.

He's still graffitied above his name? A villain with bristling hair and flailing teeth and claws. Generally speaking, he has no drawing skills, and he can scare a child to cry at a glance.

Tsushima Hiiragi put the photo back into the book with a complicated mood, and closed the book, "Dazai-kun... this really seems like something you did."

Dazai stared at her silently.

Tsushima Hiiragi put his hand on the cover of the book and fell silent.

The atmosphere quieted down.

After a while, she raised her head and gently stroked the cat's back with her hands.

"If Michiko forgets? I, the master, can be in my arms like this? Acting like a baby, isn't it? It's good?"

She gently nodded? The head of the cat in her arms, "Is this not good?"

"Have you forgotten? The past? It's about my cat, or? Forgot? The pain of being abandoned by me at the beginning, so that you can be so innocently in? My arms? Acting like a baby."

"As long as it's happy now, that's fine. As for what purpose it came to me, and what do you want from me, I don't care."

"Yes? Is that so?" Osamu Dazai placed the amber-gold wine bottles that flowed under the light on the table neatly one by one, "Is it okay to want anything?"

He flicked the glass bottle lightly, making a crisp sound. Under the light, the foreign wine bottle covered with foreign language written on the glass gave off an expensive light, which contrasted with the simple wooden table. Up? Great contrast.

Osamu Dazai was sitting next to Tsushima Hiiragi, and stretched his long legs under the table, squeezing Tsushima Hiiragi to the side. Resting his pointed chin on his arm, he tilted his head and looked at Tsushima Hiiragi with a smile,

"Hey, now I? want? anything I want, don't I?"

Dazai Osamu's gaze towards Tsushima Hiiragi gradually became dangerous.

Like a swaying iris-colored ocean with an undercurrent.

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It's a bit long today, I'm really good (√)

，感谢在2020-11-0623:59:22~2020-11-0723:52:10期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigated the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Ye Liting; 3 bottles of Dazai; 2 bottles of Zimeng;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!