The days when I was full of question marks in Yokohama

Osamu Dazai knew it was not good when he saw Uchiha Wansora's expression.

They are all proficient in human micro-expressions, and at that moment, he knew that maybe he was guilty of being a thief.

But he had already handed over the words, and Uchiha Wansora sat upright, as if he was listening attentively.

Osamu Dazai: "Well, when I went to socialize today, a lady wanted to cooperate with me."

Uchiha Wansora: "..."

That's it?

Osamu Dazai: "Although I was a little tempted, but thinking that I might be too busy to buy a small cake for Sora, I refused."

He raised his fingers together and pointed to the sky with sincerity.

"Really, I didn't think about anything!"

Compared to Tsuruta's wife who is always pulling his ears, Osamu Dazai feels that if Uchiha Wanzo moves his hands, maybe he won't be able to see the sun tomorrow.

Uchiha Wansora tilted his head and listened to his heartfelt expression.

She doesn't really care about that.

Miss Ninja has seen worse things, but it's kind of fun to watch Osamu Dazai tense.

"That's it..." She didn't show it, her eyes narrowed slightly.

"Then it's better for Dazai to wash the dishes today, and this matter will be over."

If she doesn't show anything, the guy will think more.

This was the first time that Osamu Dazai washed dishes on a non-duty day. He was quite surprised that there were still dirty dishes at home, "I thought you would take Miki out to eat again."

In the story of three people, he suddenly has a name, which feels quite novel.

Uchiha Wansora said: "Today, Mrs. Matsuki asked Miki if she wanted a cup of light."

"The Cup of Light?" Osamu Dazai asked, "What is that?"

Uchiha Wansora stepped forward and helped him fold his sleeves up to prevent them from getting wet. He replied, "It's a drawing competition for teenagers. We are debating whether to apply for the junior group or the children's group."

It is easier for the children's group to win awards, and it is easy to qualify for the Kanto Division and participate in the national competition; but the awards for the youth group are more valuable, which is better for future development, and the competition will also be more intense.

Meiji's age is just the right age to apply for the junior group, and later for the junior group, but it is even more difficult to choose.

Osamu Dazai's hand holding the rag trembled slightly.

The bowl was washed for nothing!He also confessed himself.

"Are you all thinking about this?" Osamu Dazai squeezed the tip of Uchiha Wanzora's nose with his hands covered in foam.

Uchiha Wansora stretched out his head and rubbed the foam on his clothes.

After fighting for a while, Osamu Dazai narrowly won the final round.

Uchiha Wansora rubbed his hair angrily with a towel, and asked, "You know what kind of foam this is, so you just put it on my hair!"

Osamu Dazai looked at her innocently, shaking his head and going into the bathroom.

The night stewardess who used to sleep on the tree was not so clean.

Osamu Dazai shrugged and continued humming and washing dishes.

Under Meiji's entanglement, she still chose to sign up for the youth group.

"After all, this is more of a challenge!" She said with a smile.

After Fangzi learned about it, she threw the original registration form for the children's group into the trash can, and also asked the teacher for a copy of the youth group.

Yoshiko stretched out her hand towards Miki, her eyes bent into the shape of a crescent, "Now we are competitors."

Meiji also shook her hand and said firmly, "I will definitely win!"

Fangzi snorted lightly: "I'm right."

The two little girls who refused to admit defeat stared at each other for a while, and suddenly smiled at each other.

"Miji, you need to work hard."

"You too!"

Meiji went home full of energy, but sat in front of the drawing board and became dazed again.

This time, the title of the Cup of Light Youth Group was given very broadly, and only one word was given.

light.

There are many kinds of light, sunlight, lights, starlight, moonlight, firefly light...

Meiji spent an afternoon painting an oil painting.

In the deep blue sky, the bright and huge moon hangs high, and the stars below are the light of fireflies.

The picture is nice, but there seems to be no theme.

Meiji pouted, dissatisfied, and filled the canvas with a small shovel, and suddenly a trash can appeared in the galaxy on the ground, and three cat heads popped out of the bucket.

Osamu Dazai was holding his things, and he saw the painting as soon as he entered the door, and asked, "Do you want to use this painting for the competition?"

Meiji shook her head and said, "I'm not satisfied, so I just drew the cover of the next volume."

Osamu Dazai's eyes lit up: "Next volume?"

"Yeah!" Meiji nodded, and said, "Although I didn't draw the picture for the competition, I somehow thought about the content of the next volume."

"What's the next volume about?"

Meiji changed the liner pen, dipped some black paint, and wrote down two Chinese characters horizontally and vertically—Dreamland.

Then annotate with pseudonyms.

"Dreamland?"

This word covers a lot of scope, Osamu Dazai was a little confused about what Miki wanted to express.

"It's not a dreamland, it's a place where you can realize your dreams once you enter."

Osamu Dazai pointed to the trash can in the painting: "Is there a trash can in the place where dreams come true?"

The bandaged cat that represented him actually had a fishbone on its head.

Meiji looked at him contemptuously, "Of course there is, a place without trash cans only exists in dreams."

"Besides, this is not a dreamland, it's just the way into the dreamland."

"..." Osamu Dazai was also overwhelmed by Miki's imagination for a while, "The way to sleep is next to the trash can?"

Miki nodded.

"...It's really unexpected."

Meiji shrugged: "It just makes you unexpected."

"Who would believe that the place where all wishes are fulfilled has its entrance in the dirtiest trash can?"

Osamu Dazai laughed, touched her head, and asked, "How did Miki think of this?"

Miki quietly glanced at Uchiha Wansora who was busy in the kitchen, and Izumi Kyoka who was helping her, with a hesitant expression.

Osamu Dazai said, "Is it related to Sora?"

Miki blinked her eyes in confirmation.

Osamu Dazai immediately thought of the beginning of everything.

Miki and Hao also picked up the seriously injured Uchiha Wansora next to the trash can.

"Is that so?" he asked in a low voice.

Miki gave him a thumbs up.

Chatting with smart people is fun.

Today's dinner is unagi rice, the hard boiled rice is sprinkled with homemade sauce.

The eel is grilled just right, sprinkled with a few white sesame seeds, the aroma is tangy, and the index finger will move just by smelling it.

Osamu Dazai took a few mouthfuls of rice.He thought he didn't have a big need for food, and that eating was just to maintain his body's functions.

But every time he got home, he overturned his own ideas.

Under the warm yellow light, the tabletop is covered with blue and white checked cloth, and delicate flowers are placed in the center.

He suddenly had an unspeakable feeling, both anticipation and panic, and always felt that this was a dream like a bubble.

Suddenly, he pulled apart the rice and found another piece of eel underneath.

Osamu Dazai turned his head to look at Wansora Uchiha.

Uchiha Wansora, who was eating seriously, noticed his gaze, raised his head, made a "shush" gesture at him, and winked at him.

The piece of eel hidden under the rice is Uchiha Wansora's preference for him.

Meiji was complaining that the fish was finished, but there was still more than half of the meal left, and Quan Jinghua put the side dishes in front of her in front of her.

He suddenly felt real again.

He is a person abandoned by fate, but also a person favored by fate.

After the meal, Meiji stood in front of the washstand with a small stool, complaining that the stand was too high.

Holding barley tea, Osamu Dazai leaned against the door and said with a smile: "After that, a lower washstand can be installed in the house, and it's up to you to wash the dishes."

Meiji refused: "Can't you let me do the dishes!"

Uchiha Wansora said: "This is a rule set by Miki herself."

Meiji took a deep breath, rubbed the dishes harder, and said angrily, "I will definitely buy a dishwasher in the future!"

Quan Jinghua tidied up and went out to help someone walk the dog.

This is a part-time job she found by herself.

Uchiha Wansora would give her pocket money, the same amount as Miki's, but Izumi Kyoka insisted on not using it.

She has been using the savings left by her parents, and now she only goes to Hongye's for a while, and looks for odd jobs after school.

She is only ten years old this year and can't do most of the work, but the elderly living nearby will let her help walk the dog and give her some change.

There are also some working people who are on business trips and will ask Quan Jinghua to go to the house to water the flowers and plants, and these are all paid.

Quan Jinghua did a good job, she firmly believed that she could survive on her own, and then waited with Yasha Baixue until her parents came back.

Uchiha Wanzo lowered his eyes and looked at his phone.

Taneda Santouka has been very busy recently, but he will definitely reply to the messages sent to him by Uchiha Wansora.

He just said, "There is a way."

But the specific method was not mentioned, and it seemed to be difficult, or there was no way to do it due to various conditions.

Uchiha Wansora didn't force him either.

After Quan Jinghua came back, Meiji played games with her in the small courtyard, and there were only two people left at home.

Osamu Dazai was lying on the sofa with the doll in his arms, his legs resting on Uchiha Wanzora's lap.

He suddenly stood up and waved to Uchiha Wankong.

When Uchiha Wansora approached, he took out a cat-shaped barrette from his shirt pocket and clipped it to the end of her hair.

Uchiha Wansora took out his mobile phone to take a picture of himself, carefully tapped the cat card with his fingertips, and asked curiously, "Why did you suddenly think of sending me a card?"

Osamu Dazai said, "Today is July [-]st."

"July [-]st? Is there anything special?" Uchiha Wansora was puzzled.

Osamu Dazai said: "You will know later, but do you like the little hairpin?"

Uchiha Wansora's eyes were bent, and a small dimple appeared on his lips when he smiled.

She nodded grimly.

Every day that follows, Uchiha Wanzo will receive a small thing.

Sometimes it's a hairpin, sometimes it's an ear clip, or a new cake, a cute little skirt...

He delivered for 31 days in a row.

On the last day, Osamu Dazai brought back a kimono.

"Happy birthday, red bean!"

There was a gentle smile in the iris eyes.

Uchiha Wansora was born in July, but I don't know when she was born.

As long as you give a small gift every day, you can always hit it.