The days when I was full of question marks in Yokohama

Chapter 108 108

Hongye received a gift in a beautiful little gift box.

When I opened the gift box, I saw that there were crystal-clear Longyin strawberries inside.

"She's interested in doing it."

This is no longer the season to eat strawberries, but Uchiha Wansora made these in a daze.

Osamu Dazai shrugged, "She's been fighting with the kitchen lately."

As he spoke, he rubbed his stomach.

The leaves of Longyin Strawberry are also frosted and can be eaten directly.The strawberry candy shells on the outside were blown out by Uchiha Wansora one by one with a small wind tunnel and a fire tunnel, and the liquid nitrogen ice cream made of strawberry jam was placed inside.

The whole process is complicated and cumbersome, and there are various tools to be used.

But Uchiha Wansora perfectly interpreted "the rich rely on technology, and the poor rely on mutation", and he made it abruptly by relying on a series of wind and fire escapes to forcibly save a sum of money for buying tools.

Koyo Ozaki finished making black tea, eyes bent, "It's just good for afternoon tea."

Osamu Dazai said: "It's best to serve it with some biscuits. The empty sauce has a lethal amount of white sugar in it."

Hongye raised her cup and smiled, "It's actually not bad, it's just right."

The exclusive delivery man for Kongjiang shrugged his shoulders.

He couldn't understand these girls' longing for sugar, whether it was Hongye, Miki, or even Uchiha Wansora, he couldn't understand.

Girls are really elusive sometimes.

The snow outside is getting bigger and bigger, and Yokohama is getting colder and colder.

A little snowman was piled up in the courtyard with an old scarf around his neck.

It was the scarf that Osamu Dazai used last year. This year, he replaced it with a royal blue one, with a fluffy ball hanging underneath it.Miki and Izumi Kyoka were sitting on the sofa wearing fleece socks, both holding crochet things in their hands.

Uchiha Wansora became obsessed with felt, but the felt she poked out by the Almighty Handicraft Emperor was really outrageous.

Osamu Dazai passed behind her with a cup, glanced sideways, and said with a smile, "Kong-chan's piranhas are pretty good."

Uchiha Wansora's hand paused, "This is a sunflower."

"..." Osamu Dazai's cheeks puffed up, he suddenly turned his head and rushed to the door, letting out a shocking laugh.

He had had enough of laughing, and entered the room with a breath of wind and snow, cleared his throat, and said seriously: "This sunflower..."

Osamu Dazai observed it carefully, and searched his guts to find a suitable word to praise it.

"Very unique."

Uchiha Wansora rolled his eyes at him, and threw the sunflower on him casually.

Meiji jumped down from the sofa, picked up the ugly sunflower and inspected it, and thought it could be saved, so she stuffed it into the drawer.

"Let's eat grilled fish today!" She suggested excitedly: "I'm going to play soon, and I suddenly want to eat grilled fish!"

Her painting was shortlisted for the national competition, and the old lady next door saw it, and said that the possibility of a gold medal is very high, and she can go to Tokyo in advance to prepare to receive the award.

Uchiha Wansora asked her if she wanted to take a vacation, and Miki of course nodded, so she went directly to Miki's teacher to ask her for a half-month vacation, and took her around.

They have even planned their travel itinerary for this half month, and Uchiha Wansora even asked Dazai Osamu and Izumi Kyoka if they would like to ask for leave to go with them.

Quan Jinghua shook her head and refused. She also wanted to help the neighbors walk their dogs and bathe Mrs. Songmu's Xiaobai.

Osamu Dazai also refused, and social animals are not qualified to play around with beautiful girlfriends.

The plan on the way was very good. They already wanted to eat the grilled fish before going for a walk in the nearby park. They heard that there would be a performance tonight.

Osamu Dazai put his hands in his pockets, and said lazily, "I heard that Ota and the others are going to dance street dance."

"□□Hip-hop dancing?" Meiji couldn't imagine that scene.

Osamu Dazai chuckled and messed up her shofar braid, "There is nothing unimaginable."

Meiji snapped her fingers and said, "Because I always feel that the mafia is associated with chaos and disorderly violence. I always feel that the blood is too hot for street dancing or something."

Osamu Dazai stretched, picked up the coat hanging behind the door, shook it, and sneered: "After all, they are still a group of young people."

"Even the little guy in Chuya participated." He gestured under his nose with his hand, showing a nasty smile: "Because he was not tall enough, Ota asked him to sing, and he thought he had taken on some important task .”

Miki blinked her eyes, and glanced at Uchiha Wanzo who was playing with her mobile phone.

Uchiha Wansora said, "Aren't you going to participate?"

"Ah?" Osamu Dazai pointed to himself, "Me?"

Uchiha Wankong's eyes bent: "Aren't you a young man too?"

Osamu Dazai's expression was stunned for a moment, and a few traces of emptiness flashed in his eyes.

He looks out the window.

In winter, the snow has not yet fallen at this time, the bare branches sway gently in the air, and the chill seems to be able to turn into a solid body, covering everything.

Everything is lifeless.

It's like he can see the end of the world at a glance, meaningless.

It's just such a reason, how can I say it to Xiao Meiji who still has light in her eyes?

The world they see is never the same.

Suddenly, his head was lifted heavily, and the hat with two fur balls was pressed on his head by Uchiha Wanzo.

"Let's go." She raised the corners of her eyes and held his hand with a smile.

This kind of silent tenderness was always just right, never embarrassing him.

The window made a whirring sound, and the cold wind was blocked by the not-so-thick window.

They were unlucky. They walked to the side of the park and found that the grilled fish shop was closed.

There was a sublet sign on the door and a phone number.

There are still some bloodstains and knife marks and bullet holes that have dried up by the door, silently showing the reason why the boss left here.

Meiji was a little disappointed: "There is no more grilled fish..."

Uchiha Wansora said: "Then go eat crabs."

She cocked her mouth at Osamu Dazai.

Miki was still muttering something, Uchiha Wansora asked her: "Isn't it good to eat crabs?"

Meiji held her by the corner of her clothes and hummed, "It's not bad, but you always prefer Dazai."

As he said that, he made a funny face at Osamu Dazai.

Uchiha Wansora smiled without saying a word, just patted her head.

·

In the evening, a group of four went home holding their waists.

Osamu Dazai sat cross-legged on the head of the bed as usual, watching Uchiha Wanzo pack his luggage with his chin poised.

Suddenly, the movements of her hands stopped, and she threw the newly folded clothes on the bed.

"Mr. Zhi."

She rarely called Dazai that way, and always called Dazai Dazai like everyone else.

It's just that every time he yells like this, there must be something wrong.

Osamu Dazai straightened up, cleared his throat and said, "Yes, Miss Wankong."

Uchiha Wansora pulled back the curtains at once, and opened the window a small crack.

A small vine crawled in and twirled around his finger.

"...Is this a creeper outside?" Osamu Dazai opened his eyes slightly.

These creepers looked half-dead in winter, and Uchiha Wansora would not let Osamu Dazai touch them on weekdays, for fear that he would accidentally kill the creepers she managed to get out.

According to her words, the only natural enemy of these creepers in this world is Osamu Dazai.

Now, trembling, these little creepers circled towards their natural enemies, and then wriggled and drew on the windows.

Suddenly, the little creeper fell on his hand and a small flower bloomed.

A small, red ball fell into his hands and bloomed in his eyes.

"Actually, winter isn't that boring, is it?"

"..."

"Isn't it? Mr. Zhi?"

Uchiha Wansora lightly smacked his forehead.

Osamu Dazai didn't speak, he gently wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her into his arms.

In his hand, there is still that bright and fragile little flower.

·

After Uchiha Wansora left with Miki, the house was mostly empty.

Osamu Dazai finally lived a "normal" working life.

For them, going to work every day during the day is the most abnormal thing.

After all, the port mafia is a beast of the night.

In the alley at night, snowflakes are falling.

Osamu Dazai yawned slightly, his leather shoes rubbed against the snow, leaving a trace of bright red.

There was a man lying on the steps behind him, his teeth were broken, and blood was spreading under his body. The white air exhaled from his mouth quickly dissipated in the snowy sky. With three gunshots, he looked up at the dark sky, Died without a sound.

Osamu Dazai stuffed the gun into the holster casually, took out a small notebook from his pocket, sketched it, and said to Sakunosuke Oda, "Let's go, the last one."

He received the task of dealing with traitors, and when he was about to select someone, Sen Ouwai suddenly said: "I heard that you had a good time with a gentleman who changed jobs as an assassin, why don't you let that gentleman assist you."

Osamu Dazai looked at Mori who was smiling and shrugged his shoulders.

Dazai Osamu was not surprised that Mori Ogai knew about his relationship with Oda Sakunosuke.

But he can't help Oda to explain a lot, such as telling Mori Ogai why he doesn't kill people, that doesn't have any effect.

Therefore, the mission of clearing up the traitors this time was carried out by Osamu Dazai himself.

Oda Sakunosuke looked a little sorry, he scratched his messy red hair and wanted to say something, Dazai Osamu put his shoulders down, sighed and said: "It's so tiring, it's obviously what Oda Saku should do, but it's all my responsibility." Yes, I have paid a lot to protect Odazuru's dream."

"It's better for you to pay for today's drink, as a reward for doing things for you." Osamu Dazai counted with his fingers: "There are three more, no, five cans."

"This reward is very cheap. Kong Jiang asked me to wash the dishes and had to buy me ten cans and a kiss."

He was rambling on, white snow fell on the black hair tail, a gust of wind blew, and the snowflakes fell rustlingly. Osamu Dazai rubbed his frozen red ears and looked up at the sky.

Oda Sakunosuke just looked at the miserable corpse, and at Dazai Osamu's nonchalant back, hesitant to speak.

"What are you still standing there for?" Osamu Dazai turned his head and asked him.

Oda Sakunosuke said: "That person died in pain."

Dazai just shrugged at him.

Oda Sakunosuke followed Dazai Osamu's footsteps, and suddenly stopped, looking back at the lonely body lying on the snow.

He had lost his body temperature, and the snow was slowly engulfing him.

On this cold winter night, no one would know that he had died here.

He may have a virtuous wife and lovely children, but at this moment those who are closest to him do not know that he is dead, perhaps waiting for him to come home in front of the warm fire.

He is the most important person in this certain world, but in front of him, he is just a pawn used by the leader to test a small pawn, not even a pawn.

What is the meaning of death?

In the past years, how many unexplained deaths he has caused.

Oda Sakunosuke followed in Dazai Osamu's footsteps.

He sat in front of the bar with his friend who yearned for death, and another friend who had been on a business trip before was already sitting there, raising his glass and raising his hand to them.

"Boss, a glass of beer, plus five canned crab meat, all recorded on Oda's account!"

Dazai Osamu had already sat on the chair and turned around. The three-flowered cat crawling on the bar was frightened by him, and ran directly to the wine cabinet beside him.

Osamu Dazai sighed regretfully.

Oda Sakunosuke smiled and asked the boss, "Can I have a pen?"

Ango took out the attached pen from his breast pocket and handed it over, asking, "What do you want the pen for?"

Oda Sakunosuke replied: "I just want to write something."

Osamu Dazai still had something in his mouth, and said inarticulately: "Is Oda Saku's novel finally starting from 0 characters to 1?"

Oda Sakunosuke shook his head: "It's not a novel, it's just a little insight, maybe I can use it in the future."