Substitutes are not a problem

Chapter81

The night before the birthday dinner—

At the port, in an open space in front of the container, Minamoto and Osamu Dazai sat side by side, with a bottle of expensive red wine casually placed aside.

The two celebrated another birthday together. There was no extravagant banquet, nor was it linked to any interests of the port mafia. Let's celebrate this birthday together.

"Ah, ah, birthday, it's the most hated day of the year again."

Osamu Dazai stretched lazily like a sleepy little black cat, and said the same words as 14 years ago.In the past year, he still failed to accomplish the painless suicide he dreamed of.

The first time I heard this little black cat say such words, Yuan recalled how he responded to him at the beginning...

【At least when you said this, I was still listening. You who say this now are definitely not meaningless...so...】

This time, we celebrated our birthday together again, and Minamoto also said the same thing as 14 years ago: "So, I still want to wish you a happy birthday, Dazai."

The only difference is that it was Dazai who blessed him this time, not Shuji.

Quietly feeling the humidity and coolness brought by the sea breeze at night, the two didn't say much, but looked at the sea of ​​Yokohama Port in rare relaxation.

After a long while, Osamu Dazai seemed to suddenly think of something interesting, and suggested enthusiastically: "Hey, hey, Mrs. Mina, since it's your birthday, you must tell the truth on your birthday. Let's exchange a little Keep it a secret, and then keep it a secret from each other... Be sure to tell the truth!"

Although he didn't quite understand why the child's thinking suddenly jumped to this kind of thing again, Yuan still nodded: "Okay, but since it is Dazai Zhikun who proposed this kind of thing, shouldn't it be Dazai Zhikun?" Let me tell you a little secret first?"

"You're so cunning, Mrs. Yuan." Osamu Dazai held his face coquettishly and pretentiously, and then put his hand on his chin, thinking seriously, and said deeply: "Then I What I want to tell Mrs. Yuan is... This year, Mr. Mori will make a big move, a very big, very big move."

Yuan was stunned for a while, but didn't realize it for a while... That man, is there a big deal this year?And if it is considered a big deal even to Dazai, then it must be something extraordinary.

However, she is still confident. Mori Ogai is willing to share more information with her than he is willing to share with Dazai.Then, this should not be some secret news that Dazai got from the man, but...

"It's not so much a secret, but... is this a prophecy from you, Dazai?" Yuan asked after thinking for a while.

"Well... you can put it this way, although it is not clear what Mr. Mori will do, but Mr. Mori will definitely take a big action for the port mafia this year."

What Osamu Dazai said seems to be useless as nonsense and as precious as gold, and the basis for his judgment is...

The government's long-term deterrence against the port mafia has reached the limit that Mr. Sen can maintain the balance. According to Mr. Sen's strategic theory, it is time to end the retreat and launch a decisive counterattack.

However, how Mr. Sen plans to fight back, even he can't figure it out for the time being.

"Trust me, Madam Yuan, my predictions will never come true."

Osamu Dazai lowered his voice quite mysteriously, but in the next second, he turned into a brat who wanted to watch other people's secrets, and seemed to have a little black cat tail wagging around: "Okay, now it's time It’s time for Mrs. Yuan to share the secret...it must be a heavyweight secret! It must be equal to my secret prophecy!"

Asked to reveal a heavyweight secret, Yuan also decided to grant his wish.

Sharing one thing she never told anyone...

Otherwise, if one day...she is gone, then no one will know about the past. Thinking about it, I feel quite regretful.

"Well...then let me tell you quietly, the first time I met Rin Taro was actually..."

As soon as the conversation started, it was interrupted by Osamu Dazai's sleepy voice: "Eh? I knew about this a long time ago. You met in Germany 14 years ago. You couldn't wait for that one on your birthday. The man who missed the appointment is actually Mr. Mori."

"It's not, actually... it's earlier than that."

Yuan smiled, a sly look flashed in his eyes.

These words really surprised Dazai Osamu, and the kite-colored eyes that were exposed were rounded, and he waited for the next sentence.

"That was... 19 years ago. At that time, I was 13 years old and was about to be sent to Europe for further study. You know, when I was about to board the plane, the impulse in my heart was that I wanted to escape, not at all. Leaving the country where I was born and raised, I have no desire to go to that strange distant continent at all.

But, I can't do it, of course I don't have the power to choose, and it is impossible to escape.

I can only buy a new magazine released that month at the newsstand at the airport when I am about to board the plane, so that at least one familiar text can accompany me.

It takes a long time to fly from Tokyo to Zurich. On the plane, I finished reading this magazine and fell in love with a short story published in the magazine. I read this novel over and over again on the plane until the plane landing.

My favorite sentence in the novel is still remembered to this day...Life is short, if you feel happy with the snap of your fingers, if you don't laugh, you won't regret it later. "

While reminiscing about the long past, Yuan recounted that feeling at that time seemed to fill his heart again, and a nostalgic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

And someone as clever as Dazai, naturally guessed it in an instant, and was also surprised: "The author of that novel, could it be..."

"Because, I really like that novel so much. The male protagonist in the novel is a person who resists ordodoxism, respects his own will, and longs for the most essential love and lust.

He is full of extreme enthusiasm and longing for love.Even though it is disillusioned in the end, it is necessary to firmly grasp the moment of extreme romance in my heart.

So, I'm really curious, what kind of person would the author who created such a hero be like?

Because through the text, I can feel that the author is caught in a kind of extreme contradiction. One side of his heart is shouting to pursue the ultimate romance, but the other side is lost, like a wild dog, he is looking for the place where he survives. the way of the world.

Although at that time I was under some degree of surveillance in Switzerland.But I still found a way to write a letter to the publisher of this magazine in China, hoping to pass this letter to the author of the novel through them, and to let the author know how I feel in my heart.

However, unfortunately, the last letter was still not delivered to the author, but I received a reply from the publisher after a long time, telling me that the novel was written by a 17-year-old boy, and that boy... I no longer write novels. "

After telling the story in its entirety, Yuan seemed to come back to his senses from his memory, and smiled and answered Dazai Osamu's unfinished sentence just now: "The novel is called "Bubble", and the author's name is... ... Morin Taro."

Although he was mentally prepared, when he heard the answer, Osamu Dazai still felt as if a bunch of Nakahara were also bombarding gravity balls in his head...

That humanoid AI of Mr. Mori actually wrote a novel!It's still romanticism!He can still write that kind of in-depth human words!

Yuan raised a finger to his lips, and blinked slyly: "Shh... Rin Taro still doesn't know about this matter. Dazai must abide by the agreement and keep it a secret for me."

Back then, the editor of the magazine mentioned some of the author's situation when writing back to her.

Mr. Morin Taro is a sharp and talented young man. He was admitted to the Faculty of Medicine of Dongda University at the age of 12 and graduated with almost perfect marks. He is the pride of heaven in everyone's eyes.

However, after graduation, he suffered repeated setbacks in the medical field and fell into isolation. Since then, he no longer has the will to write novels. That "Bubble" was his last contribution to a magazine, and he closed his pen in the novel world.

And 14 years ago, when they met on the cherry blossom avenue in Bonn, Germany, he told her that his name was Toyotaro Ota.

As for this name, the only thing she knew before was that she occasionally saw a person named Toyotaro Ota published some articles criticizing current affairs in newspapers and magazines.

And those current commentary articles are simply constructed by combining absolutely rational viewpoints with the ultimate rigorous logic, almost as if they were written by AI.

No matter what, Toyotaro Ota and Mori Taro will not be linked together.

Then, 12 years ago, when they met again at the base of Changan Island, the boss named Mori Ogai who greeted her had the face of Ota Toyotaro and the original name of Morintaro. This is really...

Morin Taro and Ota Toyotaro, the two white moonlights that she once had in her heart, unexpectedly merged into one person.But if that person is Mori Ogai, it's so weird that she doesn't think it's against harmony.

Of course, she will not let him know this secret.

Otherwise he will die proudly.

At this moment, zero o'clock came, and the zero o'clock reminder sound on the mobile phone completely brought her back from the memories to reality and to the present.

It's another new year in your life.

On the side, Osamu Dazai raised the wine glass in his hand.

Minamoto also raised his wine glass in return.

Clink glasses lightly.

"Happy birthday."

……

I don't know whether she told Dazai this little secret that has been hidden in her heart for a long time or what, this night, Yuan didn't sleep well, and those past events kept pouring into her dreams.

It was still early before dawn, but Yuan had already slowly opened his eyes, and it was difficult to fall asleep again.

After quietly letting his mind go and staring at the ceiling for a while, Gen turned sideways and looked at Mori Ogai who seemed to be sleeping soundly beside him.

Tsk... the hairline seems to be relentlessly receding again, even now there are clearly visible crow's feet in the corners of the eyes.That's right, at the beginning of this year, this man had already passed his 36th birthday.

She and he are already rushing towards the age of forty.

Fingers gently covered the corners of his eyes, tracing the lines of his eyes little by little.

Four years ago, she chose to marry him not only because of her feelings for him, but also because of taking advantage of the protection of the port mafia to withdraw from that organization, and even the latter accounted for more of it.

So, four years later, now, which reason is more important for maintaining this marriage...

An impulse that broke through his reason in an instant spread in his heart, Yuan gently pushed the man who was still asleep: "Rin Taro...Rin Taro..."

"Hmm..." Mori Ogai murmured a few times like a dream, making a few slight nasal sounds, but he didn't wake up immediately, as if he was still half asleep.

Yuan didn't really want to wake him up, but just leaned closer, resting his head on his shoulder, wrapping his arms around his other shoulder, her voice trembling slightly that she didn't even notice: "We... Go on like this, okay..."

"Hmm..." The man was still asleep, and it seemed that it was just an unconscious response.

Gently put a kiss on the corner of the man's lips, Yuan smiled lightly: "I'll take it as your promise."

At this moment, perhaps, only she knows the helplessness bitterness and faint expectation in her smile.