But what did Dazai do wrong?

The bar is open from dusk.

When the sun was about to set, there were sporadic guests who opened the door one after another. The wind chimes should be as red as the blood-red sunset, jingling all the way to midnight when the crescent moon is like a sickle.

Compared with the hustle and bustle of the night, the bar in the morning was deserted, only a young man in a black and white uniform stood in front of the wine cabinet to check the inventory, and neatly arranged the clean wine glasses one by one.

"Will she come today..." Knight said to himself, "I haven't seen her for some time."

The situation in Europe fell into a stalemate. Some members who stayed in Yokohama were transferred to Europe by Andre Gide for support. As a sniper, Knightben was also within the range of transfer, but he voluntarily asked to stay in Yokohama.

"Are you sure you don't want to come back?" Andre Gide asked puzzled on the phone, "They're fighting for the spot."

Mimic is full of people who want to die.They have become the abandoned children of the battlefield and can no longer return to ordinary life. Living is just a pain like walking dead, and death is the long-awaited relief.

They were happy to quarrel with the port Mafia, and no matter what the result was, they would either die as they wished, or give the fruits of victory to their mistress.

"I still want to stay in Yokohama and stay with her." Knight said, "There may not be opportunities to fulfill my long-cherished wish in Yokohama."

"Whatever you want." Andre didn't force it, he asked meaningfully, "You kid, don't you have some thoughts that you shouldn't have?"

"I advise you to give up as soon as possible." He didn't wait for Knight to answer, and said to himself, "If you don't like it at first glance, she won't look at it again, there is no chance."

"I haven't thought about anything I shouldn't." Knight said with a wry smile, "We are destined to die, and she is the one who can find happiness. How could I block her way?"

"You'd better. Don't do unnecessary things." Andre was so busy that he didn't have time to continue chatting, so he hung up the phone quickly.

"A superfluous thing... how can I do a superfluous thing?" Knight whispered, "I must stay in Yokohama, I must stay with her."

Only in this way can...

"It's not me who can bring her happiness." His voice was hoarse, "It won't be him."

Knight closed his eyes, and the news from the "carrier pigeon" kept in the dark echoed in his mind. Two completely different emotions, cold and hot, washed through his limbs, and the long-lost impulse to embrace faith dominated his mind. Thought.

"I have something that must be done." He looked at the bloody palm pierced by nails, "Knight should do."

Knights, those who sweep away obstacles for the queen, the nature of guardianship is born with the crime of killing, persistent, fearless, and willing to die.

The running water washed away the whitish wound, and Nat unscrewed the alcohol and poured it directly on the palm.Ignoring the severe pain in his hands, he put on his snow-white gloves again.

There is a transparent vase by the window sill of the bar, and the tender yellow mountain blowing flowers bloom at the most beautiful moment, but Knight knows that its flowering period is almost over.

Flowers bloom most beautifully just before they wither.The nearby park is planted with a large number of mountain blow flowers, and it is the time to watch it from April to June.

Today is June [-]th, the day when Yamabuki Flower is about to bloom before the curtain call, and the day of Yamabuki Riri's birthday.

"My birthday? The last day of June. There is no specific date because my parents are unknown, so I chose this day myself."

The girl in Knight's memory sat by the window sill, her calf dangling and shaking, and said, "Before the mountain blows and dies, celebrate me."

Before they came to Yokohama, they celebrated together. They had a bonfire party, drank and barbecued meat, and danced around the flames... She didn't eat, but drank happily with a bottle of wine in her arms, laughing at the man dancing crookedly by the bonfire.

The grilled meat is sprinkled with cumin and roasted so that it is sizzling and oily, and the aroma is so mouth-watering.Knight finished grilling the meat, took the skewers and walked to the girl who was drinking, trying to persuade her to eat something.

After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't say a word.With a full stomach, he stammered until the barbecue was too cold to eat, but he didn't arouse Yamabuki Riri's interest.

Knight is a guardian, faithfully performing tasks, silently obeying orders, he doesn't know if he has the qualifications to change Yamabuki's handling habits, what if she hates his dictating?

I don't want to be disgusted by her, so that's it...Nate finished eating the cold barbecue silently, and asked Riri Yamabuki if he was hungry.

"I took glucose." Riri Yamabuki shook his head, "Drink? Open another bottle of vodka."

He drank with her for a long time, and she was so drunk that she held his hand and danced. The red flames shone on her golden eyes that were wet with wine, making him thrilled.

It would be nice if he could stay by her side all the time, he thought dazedly by the flames.

A girl who lacks common sense and a way of life that is incompatible with ordinary people, she just needs to keep being herself, and he will adapt slowly.

Knight followed Riri Yamabuki from Europe to Hakata, and from Hakata to Yokohama.

She met some people, and Knight was happy for her to make friends, but seeing her go her own way, she felt that she didn't have to change herself for anyone, whether it was a good change or a bad change.

The name Osamu Dazai was not worth Knight's attention at first.

He admits that Osamu Dazai is a very powerful character, and he has a very conniving attitude towards Riri Yamabuki's whim-inducing love game: it's better for her to be happy than anything else, and he will do all the troublesome finishing work.

It was an ordinary day, and Knight was working at the bar that was his base.He had a martini on the rocks ready early, just waiting for her to come.

"Good evening." Riri Yamabuki sat at the bar, took a sip from her glass, and suddenly asked Knight, "Have you ever eaten crab meat rice?"

"I have." Knight replied inexplicably, "I don't like crab meat very much."

"Huh? Why? Crabs are delicious." Ritsuri Yamabuki said puzzled, "Crab rice is really, really delicious. There is no one who doesn't like crab rice."

Nat's hand holding the wine glass trembled inexplicably, he couldn't believe it: "It means...have you tasted it?"

How is it possible, he thought, since she was picked up by Mimic at the age of 15, she did not touch any food except glucose and alcohol for three years. Andre persuaded her, and he also tentatively mentioned countless times that she did not The meaning of change... How long has she known Osamu Dazai?

Is there a month?

The cadres of hostile organizations who have known each other for less than a month...why?

She likes that guy so much?

"Dazai's eyes are very beautiful." Riri Yamabuki said in admiration, "more beautiful than all the gems I have ever owned. Knight, we will stay in Yokohama for a long time, right?"

Knight wished she would leave the next second, but he could only say softly and calmly: "Yes, we will stay until the day you want to leave."

The gentle guardianship fell off track that day.

Riri Yamabuki came to the bar less and less often.

She cared about Mimic as always, listened to Andre's report regularly, cared about their life in Yokohama, occasionally came to the bar to drink and relax as usual, but the name "Osamu Dazai" appeared more and more frequently in her mouth.

Andre talked with Knight in private, like an old father whose daughter was kidnapped by a scumbag, he was worried: "Osamu Dazai looked like a scumbag with many battles in love, and his legal and emotional history was as white as paper. She really didn't Have you been deceived by a man?"

Although with her strength, it's not their turn to worry.Andre's worry is whether Riri Yamabuki can control Osamu Dazai instead of being controlled by him. In fact, he doesn't have much objection to this marriage.

Knight went to the other extreme.

"How could they be suitable?" He whispered to himself, "The cadres of the hostile organization, the shameful people who only want to use her power! I won't allow it, never allow it..."

Last year and the year before last, Riri Yamabuki spent June [-]th with them. Looking around the empty bar in the early morning, Nate knew that she would not come today.

He checked the position of the wine glasses and locked the bar door.

Knight looked up at the bar sign and let out a soft breath.

His back gradually disappeared in the crowded streets of Yokohama.

……

"Are the Yamabuki flowers going to wither after today?" Osamu Dazai put his hands in his pockets, looking at the tender yellow flowers blooming all over the park.

"Perhaps." Riri Yamabuki stroked the petals carefully, "The book says that the flowering period is from April to June. I wonder if the climate in Yokohama can make them bloom longer."

The park is sparsely populated, and there are several families with children picnicking on the lawn in the distance. Sky blue tablecloths are spread on the green grass, and cheese and ham sandwiches and fresh juices are placed in the opened dining baskets.

"Let's go on a date at the park." Osamu Dazai suddenly said to Riri Yamabuki after lunch.

Birthday is not a very commemorative day for Riri Yamabuki. No one knows her real date of birth. June [-]th is the day she chose for herself.

"Humans like to give meaning to a certain date." Riri Yamabuki said to Osamu Dazai, "I was asked to write a birthday for myself when I was applying for some documents, so I chose this day."

The cause is dull and tasteless, and naturally I don't understand the real meaning of "birthday" to people.Andre is keen on celebrating Riri Yamabuki's birthday. She likes the feeling of sitting by the bonfire with a bottle of wine in her arms and watching their mischief. Gradually, she also looks forward to her birthday.

"Find a day to make everyone happy", she defines her birthday in this way.

Osamu Dazai said he wanted to celebrate her birthday, just the two of them.

Will the birthdays of the two have any meaning?How is it different from a normal date?Shanbuki's law does not understand.

She sat at the dining table wearing a paper-folded birthday hat given by the cake shop, and watched Osamu Dazai turn off all the lights in the apartment on the night of June 29 and light the candles on the cake.

The floating lights illuminated the darkness glisteningly, and the light only covered a small part. Osamu Dazai sat on the other side of the cake with his head propped up, looking at her quietly and gently.

Riri Yamabuki was dazzled by the beating candle wicks, and his eyes were only on the sweet cherries on the cake.

As if there was an inflating balloon in her chest, she gently pressed her heart, feeling her body was light.

It wasn't like this in the past, Ritsu Yamabuki was ideal.She and Knight fight wine, watching Andre laughing and dancing by the bonfire, watching them eat barbecue with oily mouths, she feels lively in her heart, a little happy, and she will put down the wine glass and drag someone off to dance, let herself go Drunken clouds.

At that time "birthday" was a festival for a group of people, and the people other than her were important participants in the festival.

She has never realized so clearly that today is [her] birthday.

It can't work without her, and all preparations are to please her.She can't just sit by the side with a wine glass and watch a play, she has to silently count down the countdown with Osamu Dazai in her heart, puff her cheeks and blow out the candles in one breath, and at the same time earnestly make a wish to the God of Cake.

What a simple set of operations for other people, Riri Yamabuki simulated it several times in her heart, but she couldn't think of a wish to make to the God of Cake, so she went to Osamu Dazai for help.

"Baa." Osamu Dazai crossed his hands and refused, "You have to think about your wish carefully, and you can't tell anyone except the god of cake."

"I don't have any wish to make." Yamabuki Riri pursed his lips in embarrassment, "I don't have any wish that can only be realized by making a wish... I have always wanted things to come true."

There are not many things she likes, and she can get everything she wants.

"Has the original god of cake been abandoned by Riri-chan? Poor god." Osamu Dazai pondered, "Then, shall I be the cake god of Riri-chan?"

"Just make a wish about me." Osamu Dazai said with an expression that he was quick to praise me for my wit, "If you want me to do something special, I will consider whether to make it come true for Riri-chan."

"Do you still need to think about it?" Riri Yamabuki was surprised, "Isn't the God of Cake the god who fulfills wishes unconditionally?"

"Of course not." Osamu Dazai shook his finger, "Gods are stingy and stingy guys. Only children who particularly like them can have their wishes granted. They are not as generous as me."

Regarding Dazai Osamu's wish, Yamabuki Riri can think of many, but none of them are worth consuming a precious opportunity once a year.

"I... still want to celebrate my birthday next year." Riri Yamabuki rubbed the cake's soft, cloud-like cream with his fingertips, "Together with Dazai, we have cake, candles and sweet cherries."

"Well, that's enough." She nodded and leaned over to blow out the candles, which happened to be at zero o'clock on June [-]th.

The lights went out, and the living room was dark with the curtains closed.Riri Yamabuki bit her fingertips and thought about the important matter of eating cherries in the dark, when her hand on the table was suddenly held by someone.

"The God of Cake heard it." Dazai Osamu said softly, "He said that Riri-chan is the best boy in the world, and the wish he made will definitely come true."

The god took her hand and gently licked the cream off her fingertips.

Sweet cherries were fed to her lips, sweet as honey.

Osamu Dazai got up and turned on a floor lamp in the living room, the dim light was as soft as candlelight.Riri Yamabuki held the table knife and carefully divided the cake into four parts, half for their supper today and half for their breakfast tomorrow.

The sofa has gradually replaced the position of the bed, because no one wants to go back to the next room where they sleep in a separate room, squeezed on the sofa and unwilling to get up.

All the mobile phones were turned off and placed on the coffee table, and the battle reports of the ports Mafia and Mimic were neatly arranged, waiting for the owner to change them from "unread" to "read".

At night when the stars are asleep, hostile positions and obscure attitudes seem to disappear.

At least for June [-]th to spare her from thinking about it, Riri Yamabuki whispered a wish to the embers of the candle.

After sleeping until noon, the cake reserved for breakfast was changed to brunch, and the two of them ate with puffy cheeks.

"There is a large area of ​​Yamabuki flowers in the nearby park." Osamu Dazai swiped his phone while eating the cake, and showed Riri Yamabuki the photos shared by tourists, "Shall we go on a date in the park?"

Riri Yamabuki changed into a pure white dress.She usually wears black mostly, but in Riri Yamabuki's mind, the park has the impression of high clouds, broad and clear skies, and light colors are more harmonious.

"I'll wear white today too." Osamu Dazai said enthusiastically, "Wear the white suit that Riri-chan has always wanted to see."

"I thought there was a mandatory requirement in Port Mafia, and members could only wear black suits." It is no exaggeration to say that Osamu Dazai has a wardrobe of black trench coats. The styles are diverse and high-end, and they can't ignore their black or black colors.

Riri Yamabuki: It is reasonable to suspect that Port Mafia is competing for names with the Black Organization.

"Black is more suitable for work." Dazai Osamu put on his tie in front of the mirror, "Isn't white stained with blood easy to get dirty?"

"It looks good when it gets dirty." Riri Yamabuki picked out a pair of ruby ​​rose earrings and put them on, and glanced at a stud earring that was placed alone in the corner of the dressing box.

Osamu Dazai gave her earrings inlaid with bugs a long time ago.

"As a result, as long as it was something he gave me, I would subconsciously check it for electromagnetism." Riri Yamabuki straightened the skirt while thinking, "But it's actually only this time."

Before I knew it, I had received many gifts from him.

"Let's go out." Dazai Osamu bent his arms with a smile, and Riri Yamabuki took them, and walked with him on the street intimately.

The Yamabuki flowers in the park bloomed very well, as if they knew that the flowering period would be over, and tried their best to show their beauty to others at once.

"I should have come in a yukata." Riri Yamabuki said with a little regret, "The one with the moon-white background decorated with ditang flowers."

Since the belt of the yukata couldn't be fastened anyway, Riri Yamabuki stuffed the yukata into the corner of the closet after the temple fair and never took it out again.

"This suit matches my suit better now." Osamu Dazai looked at her billowing snow-white skirt, "Next time, I'll wear a yukata with you."

Riri Yamabuki has never seen Osamu Dazai wearing a yukata to cool off in summer, mouse gray and navy blue are suitable for him, maybe they can go to the temple fair again, and catch another beautiful goldfish to keep company with the one at home.

I have a lot of things I want to do, so staying in Yokohama for another year will not be a problem, right?Shanbuki's law is ideal.

If the two organizations are not fighting to the death, it should be an easy wish to realize.

After all, it is Mori Ogai's fault. If the port Mafia allows employees to resign, wouldn't there be no problems?The unscrupulous capitalists are the ones who disturb the love of teenagers and girls.

Riri Yamabuki stared at her namesake Hana in a daze, not noticing that Osamu Dazai kept one hand in his pocket all the time.

Osamu Dazai played with the small velvet box at his fingertips. The summer sun was shining brightly, and the glass windows on the surface of high-rise buildings reflected the dazzling light pollution in the sunlight, like shining diamonds.

He naturally looked around for a week, his eyes did not stay in any position.

"Ruri." Osamu Dazai called back the attention of the person in front of him, "Look at me."

"Huh? What's the matter?" Riri Yamabuki came back to his senses, "So serious."

The slightly naughty ending of Osamu Dazai, which she likes very much, has been removed.

Osamu Dazai didn't make a sound, he lowered his head and paused for a while, then slowly pulled his hand out of his pocket, holding a small black velvet box in his palm.

Riri Yamabuki was stunned by the familiar shape and size.

"It might be a little sudden... I actually haven't finished the draft of the speech." Osamu Dazai said incoherently.

His eloquence that can persuade the devil to sell his soul seems to be only a clumsy instinct, hesitating and stopping to spit out.

"Ring, I think you'll like it. After picking it for a long time, Ango and Odasaku almost went crazy. In the end, I chose to order it. I tried my best to find the one with the closest color."

Osamu Dazai slowly opened the jewelry box, and a ring inlaid with gemstones lay quietly in the middle of the black velvet.

Light iris-colored gemstone, clear and clear, natural coldness and weight make it gloomy and deserted, like a treasure placed behind layers of glass for people to see from a distance, not like an ornament that can be easily worn by ordinary people .

Osamu Dazai took a fancy to it.

The seller who collects gems is reluctant to part with it, and repeatedly reminds it that it is not suitable as an inlay for a ring after the transaction: "What kind of beauty with a unique temperament can match its background? I don't mean to offend, maybe ordinary gems are more suitable To propose."

How could ordinary gems catch her eyes?

This one, which was similar in color to his eyes, was born just for her. Wearing it on her slender and pale fingers, it must be astonishingly beautiful.

The problem with the ring was solved after much torment, so what was there to say when it was given away?

Osamu Dazai has never written a manuscript, and he has never experienced a situation in his life that requires repeated consideration before he can speak. Even when the leader was changing to testify for Mori Ogai and was interrogated by the high-level officials of the port Mafia, he was bored and distracted. They choked so hard they couldn't breathe.

Osamu Dazai now feels that it is better to make a draft.If he prepared more, he wouldn't let the sweet words that he usually comes at hand get stuck in his throat.

The silent time is really anxious and unbearable.

Riri Yamabuki didn't say a word from the moment Dazai took out the ring box, her attention never shifted to the delicate Ditang flower beside her, she held her breath and listened to Dazai.

What a beautiful jewel, what a beautiful ring, for her.

Like the straw ring hanging loosely on her little finger, it was given to her by Osamu Dazai.

White suits and white skirts, no priests and churches, and the garden full of Yamabuki flowers are their silent witnesses.

Riri Yamabuki squinted his eyes slightly in the sunlight, as if his eyes were dazzled by the dazzle, and the shattered light reflected by the city glass was dazzling but charming.

She raised her head to look at Osamu Dazai, and gently held out her hand as time passed silently.

Riri Yamabuki's hand was about to touch the ring, the sun seemed to become more dazzling, and the spot of light shining like broken diamonds behind Osamu Dazai shone brightly and radiantly.

One of the shatters seemed to shine brighter than the others.

Riri Yamabuki's fingertips touched the stone's cold, smooth surface, and she caught a glimpse of a shadow passing by out of the corner of her eye.

"boom!"

Suddenly, blood-red roses bloom among the white snow.

On the spotless white suit, flamboyant flowers bloomed rottenly.

The jewelry box fell in the blood, and the ring clanged as it rolled.

Riri Yamabuki lowered her head subconsciously, the kite-colored gem soaked in blood was reflected in the center of her pupils.