I am a writer in the world of sorcery

The Dragon Head War ended quickly, and it didn’t take long for 88 days. The days went by day by day, and there was still nothing to say about Dazai Osamu. Later, he thought about it carefully. cloud, a rain without a trace.

Only three things are worth remembering.

First, Ango Sakaguchi broke away from the original recording work and became an intelligence officer of the Port Mafia. Second, Sakunosuke Oda picked up a few orphans during the dragon head war. The children were five when he picked them up. Third, Nakahara became a He has joined the cadre reserve of the Port Mafia, and becoming a cadre is a certainty.

On the day Chuya Nakahara became a cadre, Osamu Dazai held a party for Chuya Nakahara. It was not a reception, not a banquet, but a party.

Mori Ogai gave him a villa near the sea a long time ago, but he has never lived in it, and now the dust has accumulated a thick layer, and Osamu Dazai’s container cat litter was also knocked out by the Central Plains, making it impossible to live in He had no choice but to change places, so he took this opportunity to tidy up. He made a shopping list, and Odasaku and Sakaguchi Ango helped a lot.

What do teens like?

Oda Sakunosuke was still a killer when he was 14 years old. Naturally, he didn’t know. Ango Sakaguchi felt that his past experience was useless, so he could only make suggestions in a regular manner. In the end, the three of them came up with an extremely vulgar list. The average business celebrates employee promotions in exactly the same way.

After that comes notifications.

Members of the Banner Society, Chuya Chuya's close subordinates, Momiji Ozaki, Yanagi Hirotsu, some people who Chuya Chuya owed favors to, Ogai Mori will be exempted, Verlaine will not come, but he also sent a gift—— There was a criminal policeman from the Metropolitan Police Department. After counting the list to the end, Dazai Osamu was simply unbelievable. He wondered where Chuya Nakahara met so many people?

There is also a secret in the Central Plains. When he was sent by the driver to the seaside villa, he was ready to activate his supernatural powers at any time along the way, intending to smash Dazai Osamu's dog's head if there was a situation.

The result is still unpredictable.

As soon as he entered the door, flour was sprinkled on his head and face. The thing he stepped on was made of soft mud, and he couldn't pull out his legs anyway. Osamu Dazai happily unscrewed the heavy rocker, holding a small cake, Crouching down on the edge of a pothole, laughing like hell.

"Yeah, Zhongye."

Nakahara also cursed a few times, and suddenly grabbed Dazai Osamu's suit trouser legs, and pulled him down together. Dazai Osamu's smile was still on his face, and it turned into a huge collapse in the next second. Zhongyuan Zhong also proudly said that Lao Tzu's supernatural power has been enhanced a lot. Osamu Dazai grabbed his clothes and forced him into the mud underneath, yelling "Is it true, Chuya, your supernatural power has been strengthened?" few?

But Zhong Yuanzhong was really pushed in by him, not for anything else, but when he looked up, he found a circle of people around the entrance of the cave, all of whom were holding back their smiles. His experience at that moment was no less than being told when he opened his eyes. I am in a different world.

Osamu Dazai took advantage of this opportunity and suddenly exerted force.

Nakahara Chuya: ...

Damn Dazai!

Ozaki Hongye had seen enough excitement, covered her lips and smiled and ordered the golden Yasha to carry them out. The two blacks who were frightened by the rumors in the other world were now covered in mud and flour, and they were about to roll their eyes to the sky at each other. The music was loud, bang With a bang, someone fired the colored cannon, and colored paper and broken flowers bloomed all over the sky, scattered everywhere.

On the table are enough cakes for dozens of people to have a full meal. There is no wine, only bubbling soda. There is no pretentious high-end cuisine, but there is a spicy barbecue fried chicken, which is oily and sweet. Tired, Ozaki Koyo thought about the things on the table for a while, and said, "Chuya."

Nakahara Chuya: "Huh?"

Osamu Dazai conveniently put a piece of cream cake on Nakahara Nakaya's face.

"It's nothing." Koyo Ozaki said.

Osamu Dazai took advantage of the time before he was kicked into the floor and slipped away quickly, his clear laughter flew across the water like a dragonfly, Koyo Ozaki finished bullying the child, with crooked eyebrows, a box wrapped in silk came out from behind, blessing Written on letter paper, and then sealed it in an envelope, Mori Ogai knocked on the door of the villa, wearing a white coat, Alice ran up bouncing up and gave Chuya Nakahara a hug.

Osamu Dazai stepped on the sofa like a cat and waited for the group of people to finish delivering presents. He took a cheap plastic box from his pocket, pointed it at Nakahara and threw it there, and then pulled away the dining chair as if nothing had happened. Let's talk about irrelevant things.

The cool sea breeze wafted in along the balcony, rolling the floral flowers on the floor, and opening the bottle of carbonated drink sprayed everyone's hands.

Nakahara Nakaya is also responsible for cleaning.

16 is fleeting.

Osamu Dazai went to Mori Ogai to change one black coat after another, each time it fit better, he went to the bar to drink when he had free time, Odasaku finished the tedious work, and came to have a drink, Sakaguchi Ango sleepy As hell, just order non-alcoholic drinks.

--clang!

There was a crisp echo from the glass, and water droplets formed by the cold air hung on the glass wall. Cheers were always for some strange reasons. Osamu Dazai never looked like the cadre of the port mafia in this place. Seeing him in this place must not connect him with "Osamu Dazai".

Halfway through drinking, Ango Sakaguchi covered his face and said that he really wanted to sleep for ten hours.

Osamu Dazai twitched his lips, and raised his glass high: "Odasaku, Ango, let's toast."

Oda Sakunosuke asked, "Cheers for what?"

Ango Sakaguchi was like a social animal: "Because I didn't die from overwork today, I only completed half of the transaction volume this quarter, but the indicator has doubled. It's all because the organization started to deal with some overseas relations. After all, it's all It's Dazai's credit, I can't sleep because..."

"Then let's drink to pray that Ango can sleep for ten hours." Dazai Osamu shook the cup in his hand, and the ice ball rolled around in it: "Odasaku, what is your wish?"

"If you want to talk about big wishes." Oda Sakunosuke pondered for a while: "Find a room near the sea, finish writing the remaining few pages of that book, and become a family or something..."

"--Eh?"

"But now." Oda Saku said, "I hope I can get more salary this month. It is still a bit difficult to raise five children. The owner of the curry shop takes care of me a lot, and I feel a little sorry."

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes, smiled and shook his head. He didn't say anything like helping Oda Sakunosuke with some money. Even though he was the only property-bearing class among the three, Oda Sakunosuke had his own way of doing things. Naturally, Sakaguchi Ango and Like Osamu Dazai, he could only pick up tomato juice: "After all, they are five children."

Osamu Dazai thought about whether it would be interesting to pick up a child, and thought to himself, maybe he would pick one up in two days.

The bar owner gave them a plate of tempura, and Ango Sakaguchi took one: "Dazai, what do you want to do?"

"I don't know." Osamu Dazai replied casually.

Ango Sakaguchi couldn't help sighing, "...you still don't know?"

Osamu Dazai looked more and more cheerful, but on the contrary, his patience with this world was diminishing bit by bit. After a while, he probably heard the news that Chuya Nakahara went to salvage Osamu Dazai in the river again.

However, the three of them have always tacitly avoided this topic.

"Then I wish you your wish will come true soon." Ango Sakaguchi said, "Cheers."

"--cheers."

The three glasses clinked loudly and crisply. After one glass of wine was finished, the three of them parted ways. The next night they met again, and the calendar was turned page by page. Ango Sakaguchi was still a social animal, and Osamu Dazai was leisurely and leisurely. Fuck, Oda Sakunosuke is always the last to come, he has to go back to take care of the children.

But Oda just can't write it.

Osamu Dazai and Ango Sakaguchi were full of expectations from the beginning, but they became accustomed to the delay of Oda Saku. Now Dazai Osamu couldn't take it anymore and put down his glass: "Oda Saku, when will you be able to publish?"

Odasaku looked at them in confusion: "...published?"

Only then did the two of them realize that Odasaku had never even thought about publishing. This former killer had a strange respect for the publishing house. He always felt that dealing with editors would be very frightening, and that dealing with printing houses would also be very frightening. But Sakunosuke Oda had nothing to do with social phobia anyway, and Ango Sakaguchi couldn't help complaining after listening to the words.

"Are you Osamu Dazai?"

Oda Saku glanced at Osamu Dazai, and said subtly, "...ah, not at all."

Osamu Dazai supported the high chair with both hands, and sat and turned around lightly, as if being insulted, waving his soft seaweed arms and protesting at the same time.

"If I were a family, it would definitely be the type that never delays the deadline, as well as Oda Tsukuru, since you said so, I will do for you the contact with the publisher and the interview editor, as long as you write it out. "

Ango Sakaguchi took a sip of his wine: "Odasaku, you should hit Dazai on the head with a hammer so that he will stop playing rascals."

"Rogue!"

Osamu Dazai leaned back, passed Odasaku's body, and pointed at Ango Sakaguchi: "—Ango?"

Ango Sakaguchi looked at Sakunosuke Oda nonchalantly: "But Dazai is right, if you finish writing, I will help you contact the publisher."

Odasaku said flatly, "Then I'll leave it to you."

Next, Osamu Dazai began to talk about publishing. To their surprise, Osamu Dazai was quite familiar with this aspect, as if he had published it before. While talking, he made gestures with a smile: "Saku Oda, Let Ango and I write your preface."

"Okay." Oda Sakunosuke promised solemnly.

Then Osamu Dazai and Ango Sakaguchi talked about what kind of preface they could write, but no matter how they talked, they were not satisfied. Ango Sakaguchi said that they could write this way, and Osamu Dazai said that they could write that way. They had already been arguing about how to write the preface, and it was very serious. Oda Saku felt that everything was fine. He just finished expressing his opinion, and the debate stopped abruptly.

Facing the two pairs of eyes, he asked inexplicably, "Why?"

"—It can't be all right!" The two retorted in unison.

Then smile.

In the end, it was decided that one person would write the first article. No one stipulated that a book cannot have two prefaces.

Time always flies by very quickly in the bar. In the blink of an eye, the tempura plate is clean and the wine glass has bottomed out. Odasaku glanced at his watch and said that the time is not long. Sakaguchi Ango said that he will go on a business trip. In Tokyo, Osamu Dazai waved his hand twice, saying that he also went back to teach his subordinates.

"The subordinates I picked up always think that killing the enemy is victory." Osamu Dazai shrugged unbearably.

"Then see you tomorrow."