After binding the Yokohama Ancient God system

Shangjiangzhou Youxing sat quietly by the window, looking at the facade outside the glass window with erratic eyes.

On the opposite side, apart from a Xiacun pottery shop, is a five-story shophouse that has been empty for a long time.

The owner of the retail store died of illness six years ago. Because the children settled in Tokyo, they simply placed the grave of the old man in Tokyo; the family has not returned for a long time.

For unknown reasons, the house had been empty for a long time.

The woman sat quietly in her seat, she sipped her coffee, and from time to time picked up the exquisite macaron on the plate with her snow-white fingertips and took a sip.

Osamu Dazai noticed that Shangjiangzhou Yuxing's hands were well-cared for from the back of the hands, snow-white and moist, and the popular bean paste-colored French manicure was done on the nails.

It seems that this little lamb has had a pretty good life in the past few years.

Live is simply radiant.

With this figure and appearance, she can live comfortably as a model.

But if she was doing well in Osaka, why did she suddenly want to go back to Yokohama?

Obviously, he has been away for seven years.

Appearing at such a delicate time point, is it a coincidence, or is it intentional?

……

I stared at the empty floor and facade opposite.

There is something weird inside.

In my memory and life, I should have had an ordinary and ordinary life.

But when I woke up from my ignorance, I developed an instinctive resistance and—disgust—to such hard-won things.

Everyone has their own way of life.

Is the life I wrote for myself supposed to be carried out like this?

Looking at the busy crowd outside the window, I felt an incredible arrogance in my heart.

I don't know what that feeling is, maybe it's commendatory or derogatory;

But deep in my heart, there is a kind of throbbing telling me that even if life is fleeting like fireworks, you don't belong to them.

I don't belong to humans, I don't belong to the ordinary, I don't even belong to the earth under this atmosphere.

I should……

Become a greater being.

But how should I achieve myself?

In this world, is there an opportunity that I don't know, and I'm bowing down, waiting for me to open it.

……

"Hello, may I have the honor to buy you a cup of coffee?"

Just as I was holding the silver knife used to cut macarons on the table, and my thinking was gradually sinking into extremes, a cheerful man's voice interrupted my dangerous thoughts.

A handsome black-haired man in a sand-colored cloak, taking care of himself, sat across from my booth very naturally and familiarly, looked at me with a smile, and said in a clear and sweet voice.

The man had natural curly black hair, a bit feminine, and a pair of iris-colored eyes looked at people with the effect of affection.

Apart from the bolo tie, he was in good taste.

And the moment his arm was placed on the table.

The dense bandages on the wrists made me very unappetizing.

It is suggested that this man and today's Maozi add a Twitter, and the two can hold hands and lead a new era of wasteland trends.

"No thanks, I've already had it."

I politely refused the man with a smile, put the lipstick on the table and the compact powder with a small mirror in my handbag, and prepared to get up and leave.

"Don't worry."

The moment I picked up my bag and got up, the curly-haired man suddenly grabbed my wrist with precision and lightness.

"Huh?" That's pretty impolite.

There was a rubbing sound between his somewhat dry palm and the newly added red rhinestone antique jewelry on my wrist.

Although he is thin and thin, there is still a certain gap in physical strength between men and women. The moment he held my wrist was not too strong, but it was not too small.

I looked at him coldly, and immediately turned my head to look at the boss inside the counter with begging help and panicked eyes.

At this moment, the boss also wiped his hands with a scarf, and came out from the counter: "Miss, Dazai-kun has no malicious intentions... But Dazai-kun, it's better to let go of your hands first, it's a bit rude."

The man called Dazai-kun narrowed his eyes and smiled, soothing the boss with a kind voice.

"It's okay, boss... This lady and I are actually acquaintances. It's just that we haven't seen each other for many years. She just can't remember me for a while."

After that, he let go of my weird eyes, and spread his hands with a smile.

"I thought my face was very iconic, but you and Xingsang forgot all about it, it's too much."

"You really don't remember me at all? I sent you and Jingsang to the long-distance bus seven years ago."

When he said that, I froze.

The sunny and cheerful face of the man in front of him seemed to gradually break through the shackles of the fog of memory and slowly become clear.

It was a gloomy, beautiful and annoying young man's face. He used to look down on me and the sheep from above, and stared at us coldly and disdainfully with the eyes like looking at the stinky shit stuck to the shoes.

I still vaguely remember that he seemed to be blind in one eye at that time.

The only remaining pupil and the black suit standing behind him gave us great pressure.

That oppressive feeling still lingers on my body surface.

But now, I can't be afraid no matter what, and there is only peace and tranquility left in my heart.

"It was you."

The members of the port mafia seem to be of a high level.

I said calmly, regained my decent demeanor, and sat down across from Dazai again.

"Yes... I said we know each other."

Dazai wasn't annoyed at all, and he didn't put on airs like a port mafia boss in front of me. His voice was normal, like two friends chatting without seeing each other for a long time.

"Sorry, sir, it was a misunderstanding just now, this is my old acquaintance."

I smiled apologetically at the boss and apologized to him.

The boss raised his eyebrows, as if he breathed a sigh of relief: "That's it, that's good... Dazai-kun always makes people worry."

Hearing what the boss said, I feel that this Dazai-kun should do such things a lot.

People are like that.

He is so handsome, but he can be tolerated a little bit. If Shimada, a greasy corpse, comes up to harass the female guests, he will get a supercilious look in exchange for 50.00%, and a big slap in the face [-]% of the time.

"Long time no see, Youxingsang, how have you been these years?"

The man looked at me friendly and asked caringly.

"Uh..." He ordered me a special cocktail from the coffee shop. I took a sip and tasted the slightly sweet and slightly ice-cream-like Brando in it.

"For everyone's attention, I have been doing well these years, but recently I had a little conflict with my boss, so I came to Yokohama to revisit my old place and change my mood."

I don't need him to ask the reason, I will tell the truth myself.

"Is that so..."

Obviously it's all polite talk.

When Osamu Dazai heard this, he went online; he looked at me with those beautiful iris-colored almond eyes, with unexpected enthusiasm and concern.

"Anyway, Mr. Mori and I helped introduce Youxingsang's work back then. If you encounter any difficulties now, you can tell me about it. Maybe I can solve it for Youxingsang."

I:"……"

Thank you and Mr. Hesen for providing me employment guidance, but why do you think I can work in the same place for seven years?

"No need, thank you Mr. Dazai for your kindness; you have done enough for us back then, I can't thank you enough, let this matter dissipate with time."

I declined Dazai's proposal, raised my wine glass, and drank the little liquid in it in one gulp.

"It's getting late, I'm going to find a place to live; it's a surprise to see Mr. Dazai today, so I won't bother you for now."

After all, I took the handbag that I couldn't refuse, stood up from the chair, and nodded gracefully to him.

This time Dazai didn't reach out to stop me, he just folded his hands comfortably on his flat belly, crossed his legs and looked at me with a smile: "I'm leaving in such a hurry, don't you want to chat anymore?"

Me: "It's too tiring to travel all day, thank you Mr. Dazai for the wine."

Dazai: "Do you want to see Chuya?"

He spoke suddenly.

"Uh..." I was silent for a while.

It's true that which pot is not mentioned and which pot is opened, is there such a chat?

See what see?

If I were in the Central Plains, I would almost die of nausea.

"Forget it, I'm not qualified to see him."

I shook my head and said helplessly and sadly.

"Actually, it doesn't have to be so."

The smile on Dazai Osamu's face gradually calmed down, and he looked at me seriously.

When he stopped laughing, those iris eyes were gradually covered by that oppressive dimness again.

"A fool like Chuya never really hates or hates a person."

"You and Shirose found him on Leibo Street, and you can say that you took care of him until the end—even if such a tragic betrayal happened, but an upright person like him seems to automatically filter out bad elements, and he only misses you. Well, go find your own bad."

Osamu Dazai slowly raised his eyes and looked at me coldly.

"But, have you forgotten something?"

"Like, owe him a sincere apology?"

I:"……"

Listening to Osamu Dazai's words, I stared out the window in a daze at the sunset slowly climbing to the horizon.

The clouds outside the window gradually began to burn into the clouds, and Scarlet climbed up the clouds.

I feel a little cold.

The chill ran down my heels and groped up my calves.

What did Osamu Dazai say?

I picked up Chuya Nakahara with Shirase?

No... I should have added sheep later.

wrong……

Confused memories kept colliding in my mind.

and many more……

Suddenly, I stared at Dazai Osamu.

He only introduced himself as Dazai from beginning to end, never said his name.

Even seven years ago, I didn't know his name was—Zhi.

Why did the name Dazai Osamu come out of my heart naturally?

"...?"

"What's the matter? Pomelo and apricot sang?"

Osamu Dazai frowned strangely when he saw me staring at him, and asked me.

【Sha-yeah-】

Small whispers passed through my ears.

I didn't think about anything, so I knew there must be something strange.

"nothing……"

I looked at Osamu Dazai and said lightly.

"If doing that would take Chuuya out of the shadows a little bit, I'd do it."

I said softly.