I am a writer in the world of sorcery

Sanwaxia stood on the bustling streets of Tokyo, pinching a piece of kitchen paper sent with the manuscript, she wiped the sweat from her palms, there was a line of neat and beautiful Chinese characters on the kitchen paper, which was a string of addresses.

It is an ultra-luxury apartment near Tokyo Station.

The high apartment management fee, the small but very luxurious area, and the height overlooking the entire Tokyo, it is said that the people who can live here are decent and successful people like lawyers and bankers. As a sad poor migrant worker, I dare not climb high at all.

...But someone like Ginkichi Kosuge really doesn't fit here.

Her job is an editor, because she worked hard enough, and was fortunate enough to be assigned to connect with Mr. Kosuge. In the literary world where traditional literature has declined, Yinkichi Kosugi's works received a sensational response as soon as they were published. The style is quite old-fashioned.

She herself is a loyal book fan of Mr. Xiaosuge. Although she doesn't understand the deep meaning in it, Xiaosuge's words are really contagious...

The content is just too pessimistic!Considering that Mr. Kosuge may have been from the Showa era, it is not surprising to have such an idea.

So she took it for granted that Mr. Kosuge is the kind of old-fashioned person who lives in a quaint old house, no matter how bad he is, he will live in a single-household building.

The blue-haired girl stood in front of the iron gate, took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. Out of respect, she waited 7 minutes after the doorbell rang before ringing the second time.

This time, he just touched the doorbell with his finger, and the door opened.

——It turned out to be a very handsome young man, he was wearing a black overcoat that was too loose for him and didn't fit him.

"Ah, you are Sanlunxia?" The other party didn't show much respect, there seemed to be something pressed on his tongue, and his voice was vague.

Miwa Xiachao bowed vigorously.

"My name is Miwa Kasumi! My little gentleman, is this the residence of Mr. Kosuge?"

"I'm Dazai, Dazai Osamu."

... It is said that writers are all romantic figures. She tried her best to restrain the thought of being disrespectful and straightened her expression, but she couldn't help but think about the coat Osamu Dazai was wearing.

At first glance, it is the size of an adult.

The style of that black coat is quite strict, low-key and calm, and the material is excellent, which completely fits the style of Japanese high society, but it is not the clothes that Dazai would choose at his age, and it is obviously too long.

The cuffs that can wrap Dazai's hands also clearly show this fact.

He probably stole the clothes of an adult who dotes on him very much.

Mr. Kosuge Yinkichi, no matter what, the current society, and minors... Miwa Xia thought bitterly, and her tone of voice became sad: "I am the editor in charge of Mr. Kosuge. I take the liberty to come to visit. Is the teacher there?"

"I am Eunkichi Kosuge."

Miwa Kasumi: "If you're not here—eh?"

Dazai Osamu looked at the shocked girl and showed a pleased smile. He repeated mischievously: "I am Yinkichi Kosuge. Although I heard the doorbell before, it is really inconvenient to invite you in."

Sanlunxia floated into the room in a panic, and took out a stack of contracts from her purse: "Ah, yes, it doesn't matter, this is a contract specially prepared by the president for you, as long as you are willing to sign an exclusive publishing with us..."

"Okay."

"...We will treat the teacher's works wholeheartedly." After Sanlunxia said sincerely, she suddenly realized: "What did you say?"

"Give me the pen."

Sanlun Xia: ...

She still can't believe that the teacher who can write such a deep image sentence as "shameful slugs are carved in my room like a pillar of shame, and I, as usual, fairly figure out Rintaro" is such a teacher Still childish boy.

But she believed him without any doubt.

"Mr. Dazai." Unknowingly, Miwa Kasumi unconsciously used the noble word "teacher" on Osamu Dazai: "Anyway, you should read the contract first, and then make another plan."

Even if she can write that kind of article, she has never experienced society. Miwa Kasumi sighed maturely. Although this contract does not contain traps, if she were a social person, she would not make a rash decision anyway.

In a daze, she suddenly thought of an important matter: "Wait, may I ask, Mr. Dazai, how old are you this year?"

Thinking of this, cold sweat slowly oozes from her forehead. If Mr. Dazai is underage, today's contract will not count anyway, but no matter how you look at it, Mr. Dazai does not look like he is 20 years old.

Osamu Dazai added tea to the porcelain cup with a smile: "It's okay, I completely trust Miss Miwa."

Sanlun Xia: ...

Teacher Dazai looked like he grew up under the care of servants, and he might be the most favored youngest child in the family. He is really good at talking to people in a coquettish and intimate tone. If she was a middle-aged uncle, Dazai would use this tone say--

I will definitely pamper and pamper him unconditionally and without a bottom line!

The blue-haired girl suddenly had a solemn expression, and she sat upright and said, "For things like signing a contract, Dazai-sensei makes the decision alone. If the family finds out later, it will definitely cause a lot of trouble."

"Family is about trusting each other."

The teacher's guardian is too much, how can he write such cruel and painful words at his current age?After that, she must visit regularly to make sure that the teacher is okay.

pat.

The lid of the teapot collided with the body of the teapot, making an ear-piercing sound that shouldn't have been made. The young man who was still lively and lively just now suddenly stiffened for some reason, and the black coat dangling on his shoulders also fell down.

His face became indifferent in an instant, and a melancholy expression appeared in his iris-colored eyes.

"I haven't been with my family for a long time." Osamu Dazai smiled wryly: "Now that I think about it, they might not be in this world anymore."

Miwa Kasumi almost had a heart attack.

First, violent guilt and hesitation erupted in her heart, then regret and helplessness, and then the worry that arose from looking at the overcoat. All kinds of messy thoughts mixed together, directly causing her to shut down.

And Dazai looked at her with great interest as if he was looking at an experimental product.

"sorry!"

Sanlunxia threw herself to the ground and sat down directly: "I took the liberty!"

The girl raised her head, but stuffed the prepared contract back into her bag. As a social animal with an impure heart, she knew the exploitative nature of that contract. If she let Dazai-sensei sign this crap, she would still have What kind of face are you going to face Mr. Dazai again!

She couldn't remember at all that before she got into the taxi, her mind was full of the idea of ​​rushing to coax Mr. Xiaosuge to sign the contract, so as to boost her performance.

But she was still very worried that Teacher Dazai would be coaxed by the old man!

The blue-haired girl was fighting in her heart, so much so that she couldn't hide the entanglement on her face. She was conflicted again and again, but she still mustered up the courage to ask: "Excuse me... you said it was inconvenient to open the door before—that, because there are other people in the room." ?"

Miwa Kasumi's gaze swept towards the inner room covertly.

Please don't be a "pure love" scene, she is almost wearing a pain mask, if it's what she imagined, she will definitely call the police!

"No, I'm just making tofu dishes." The boy said enthusiastically.

"It is said that hard tofu can kill oneself, but when I made it, I forgot to turn off the gas, and the kitchen door was closed, and I almost died. Fortunately, Miss Miwa knocked on the door and I woke up, so I opened the window for a while, and finally Go and open the door."

Sanlun Xia: ...

"Then Dazai-sensei is now." Miwa Xia stuck for a while: "Is there no one to take care of it at all? As far as I know, your manuscript fee will still be reviewed for a while..."

Is that why you try to cook by yourself because of the pressure of life?

"No, no, not at all." Dazai's voice was light and floating, and it also revealed strong trust, just like a newlywed wife believes that she has married a good man.

"my teacher--"

He deliberately paused, with a grateful expression on his face: "It is the owner of this coat, he gives me quite enough pocket money, and he never refuses my request, even if I ask him for suicide drugs, he will Just give it to me without frowning."

Sanlun Xia: ...

Sanlun Xia: ...

Sure enough, I was played by an adult who is good at manipulating people's hearts, Dazai-sensei.