The days when I was full of question marks in Yokohama

Chapter 114 Chapter 110 Four

In the early hours of the morning, the door was opened from the outside.

A long shadow fell on the person sitting in the porch.

Osamu Dazai was still wearing daytime clothes, he raised his head when he heard the noise, and stood up, his Adam's apple moved, his kite-colored eyes quietly looked at the person coming.

Silvery moonlight leaked in from the window, the only light in the quiet darkness.Uchiha Wansora took advantage of the moonlight to look at the photo on the counter.

The wooden photo frame collided with the cabinet and made a crisp sound, and Uchiha Wansora pressed the photo down.

There was only the sound of breathing in the room, and no one spoke first.

They just looked at each other, as if they had a thousand words to say, but couldn't say a word in the end.

There was the sound of clothes rubbing against each other in the darkness, and Osamu Dazai heard Uchiha Wansora say, "Can I hug you?"

Osamu Dazai took two steps forward and took him into his arms.He has grown a little taller, and he can put his chin on the top of Uchiha Wanzo's head, "I have already raised my arms, so there is no need to ask."

This hug was very forceful, as if he wanted to rub the other person into his own flesh and blood, desperately absorbing the other's temperature and strength.

After that, the night was peaceful.

Except for the hug that night, Osamu Dazai didn't seem to see any bigger waves of this matter from Uchiha Wansora.

She canceled the account for Meiji, went to school to deal with the follow-up, and talked with the magazine.

In the corner of the newspaper one day, there was an obituary.On that day, Osamu Dazai went to the bookstore after a long absence.

Life seems to go by like this.

Uchiha Wansora goes to work at the curry shop as usual, is still obsessed with the big sales in the supermarket, and makes small cakes at night.

Except for occasionally taking out an extra bowl from the cupboard and kicking Dazai Osamu's calf, asking him to ask Miki to eat.

Then he suddenly reacted, smiled at him, and put a bowl back.

Things like taking the wrong bowl are rare these days.

Very... ninja style.

Uchiha Wankong just lived on like a ninja, and losing such things is a habit that has been instilled in the bone marrow.

Winter has melted, and Uchiha Wansora saw the first flower of spring because of Xiaomi.

The three-flowered cat put a small white flower in its mouth, and the petals fluttered in the wind.The cat's eyes were deep, and it rubbed the ground lightly with its face.

Uchiha Wanzo stopped and looked at the back of the cat.

She has changed a lot in the past two months, and all the remaining sharpness on her body has faded away without a trace.

The capable ponytail was put down, and the tail of the hair was slightly curled, and those gaudy outfits became elegant and fresh, even with a little makeup.Putting her into the crowd, she is not obtrusive, as if she has completely integrated into the world.

"Xiao Mi, long time no see." She took out a bag of dried fish from her shopping bag and knelt down in front of the cat.

Xiao Mi jumped over, instead of directly grilling the dried fish as before, it rubbed its head against her hand, making a meowing sound in its throat.

"...I've been fine recently, but Xiao Mi seems to have lost some weight."

"Meow~"

"Really, I'm fine." Uchiha Wansora scratched its chin, "I also signed up for a cooking class recently."

"Meow..." Xiao Mi raised her front paw and patted her forehead, like an elder consoling a junior.

Uchiha Wansora rolled his eyes and did not speak.

The waves beat against the beach, and the wet and salty smell came with the wind.

On the shore, a group of children were sketching under the leadership of their teachers. Because the children were too young, it was said that sketching was more like an outing.

A child chased a crab to the shore without the teacher noticing.The little crab suddenly disappeared from sight, and the child jumped forward without even thinking about it——

He was grabbed by the collar, and his two thin legs were flapping in the air.

"...Big sister?" The child raised his head, and could only see a person standing on the water against the light, with a slender arm holding him with one hand.

Uchiha Wansora took him back to the shore and handed it over to his teacher. The child was severely scolded.The child ignored the teacher's words at first, and looked at the big sister in front of him with big eyes flickering.

"Sister, your skirt is wet!" The child hurriedly took out his coat from the bag and handed it over, and said childishly, "Don't get sick!"

Uchiha Wansora smiled at him, "Thank you, but it's useless."

She patted the skirt, and the wet area from the skirt to the waist dried quickly.

"Wow!" the child exclaimed, "It's amazing!"

They left more or less together, the kids lined up on the school bus and headed for the setting sun.

The child from just now suddenly poked his head out, clasped his hands together, and shouted loudly: "Sister, don't walk on the road! It's dangerous, you have to walk on the sidewalk!"

His voice reached Uchiha Wanzo's ears along the wind, and she saw the child stuck his head out, waved to him, and walked onto the sidewalk beside him.

From sunset to dusk to moonrise.When he got home, Dazai Osamu had already arrived, holding a few rolls in his hands, and his messy hair rubbed against Uchiha Wanzou's body, making it even more messy.

"I won a few hot pot coupons today, let's eat hot pot together?"

Uchiha Wansora asked, "Win?"

"Yes, after work today, I passed by a video game store for an activity. I'm super strong, come and kill one!" Osamu Dazai raised his hand across his neck, "I'm super strong!"

The first sincere smile of the day appeared in Uchiha Wansora's eyes.

"What about you? Are you a little happier today?" Osamu Dazai shook Uchiha Wanzora's face in his hands.

Uchiha Wankong groaned, and the other person's figure was reflected in his dark eyes.

"Yes." She said, "I'm glad to see you."

The hot pot restaurant is on Chinatown. It is said that it was opened by a Chinese couple.When they walked there, they passed a small alley. The dark alley was brightly illuminated by headlights at this time. The police were busy, and the cordon against the light was swaying in the wind.

A person was carried away in a body bag, and someone beat the wall hard.

"It's the port mafia again!"

Uchiha Wansora walked by with a core figure of the Port Mafia.

"I remember you came here today?" Uchiha Wansora whispered in Dazaiji's ear.

The light breath scratched his ear like a feather, Dazai Osamu hooked Uchiha Wan Sora's neck with his hand, tilted his head and rubbed her: "It's very itchy, Sora-chan."

"That person... is the one who sat on the main seat that day?" Uchiha Wansora said.When that man was put into the body bag, she saw the face of that man, the one who sat in the main seat when she took away the murderer that day.

I didn't expect to see her in another way today.

Osamu Dazai raised his hands and said innocently, "This is Mr. Mori's order."

"Order you to directly destroy the leader of the opponent?"

Dazai Osamu showed his standard eight teeth with a smile: "A few days ago they secretly sold drugs, but we didn't sell them! Mr. Mori got a little angry, and asked me to teach them a little lesson."

"Little lesson." Uchiha Wansora repeated, giving him a meaningful look.

The hot pot restaurant is extremely lively, and as soon as the door is opened, there is a warm breath blowing towards the face.The waiters with red buns lead them the way.

"We have two adults, one...um." Uchiha Wansora stopped talking, and smiled at the waiter: "Two adults."

They were taken to a booth by the window.

Uchiha Wansora saw that the person next to him ordered a mildly spicy pot, which contained three or four pieces of red oil and a tray of chili peppers. There was nothing unusual on the surface, and he was already panicking.

When ordering, the waiter asked, "What degree of spiciness do you want?"

"broth."

"Extremely spicy!"

Uchiha Wansora's death ray swept towards the smiling Dazai Osamu, and Dazai Osamu said, "It's very spicy! Okay, okay, don't look at me like this, medium spicy, medium spicy can be okay?"

Uchiha Wansora didn't speak, just stared at him, and the two refused to give in to each other.

The waiter in Baotou spoke Japanese with a Sichuan accent and said, "We have mandarin duck pot here, both red pot and white pot."

"Then extra spicy and clear soup."

The pot served is said to be made by the boss specially by a craftsman. It is in the shape of Tai Chi and divided into two parts. One side is bright red, and two pieces of white radish and wolfberry are floating on the clear soup.Uchiha Wansora looked at the peppers floating on the other pot, unable to do anything, silently picked up a piece of white radish.

"Eat it, why don't you eat it?" Uchiha Wansora said with a smile.

Osamu Dazai blinked, watching Uchiha Wansora take out a piece of meat from the red pot and put it in his bowl.The red oil instantly dyed the white rice red, and Uchiha Wansora carefully helped him pick out the prickly ash on the meat roll, smiling gently and kindly: "Come on, yours is extra spicy."

Osamu Dazai took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and brought it to his mouth, stopped when he almost touched his lips, stretched out his tongue and licked it lightly.

It feels good, I can accept it, and eat it in one bite.

"Woo..." Osamu Dazai's eyes turned red in an instant, he covered his mouth and didn't dare to spit it out. After swallowing, he took a sip of water from the Coke on the side, the bubbles danced on his tongue, which immediately intensified the spiciness.

Uchiha Wansora sighed, and leisurely handed over the clear soup he had filled in advance, and Osamu Dazai drank it all.

"It's so spicy, so spicy..." He stuck out his tongue like a puppy, and kept flapping his hands.

Uchiha Wansora raised his eyebrows at him, looking a little eager to try: "Is it really spicy?"

With a sound of chopsticks going in, just as the meat slices entered his mouth, Uchiha Wansora was so hot that tears came down.

The two sat facing each other with red eyes and mouths, and looked at the clear soup pot beside them in unison.

In the end, the clear soup pot was boiled into a slightly spicy taste.

"Is it really that spicy?" After paying the bill, Osamu Dazai walked over holding two mints, and scratched Uchiha Wanzo's eyes with his fingers, "You have been crying since just now."

Uchiha Wansora touched his cheek in surprise, "Have I been... crying?"

Dazai Osamu pushed her inward, and Uchiha Wansora was stuck between his body and the booth, with his hot pot smelling coat on the tip of his nose, and the noisy and lively hot pot restaurant seemed to be far away from her in an instant.

She asked softly, "So I was crying just now?"

It turns out that no matter how restrained you are emotionally, as long as you open a small opening, you will cry in pain.

Osamu Dazai pressed her head into his arms and said in a low voice, "It's good to cry..."

"I can't see it now, so I can cry with confidence."

Big drops of tears fell down like balls, and she still had a trace of bewilderment on her face, as if she didn't understand what happened. Soon, a small piece of the skirt of Dazai Osamu's chest was soaked.

"I..." Uchiha Wansora spoke, her voice was crying and trembling, she gritted her teeth and did not speak, and after a while, she said slowly: "I thought I was used to it, I can... control it very good."

"...You said how wonderful spring is."

"Why can't we wait until spring?"

She threw the photo cut from the newspaper into Shisanyue's world. She didn't mean to blame Osamu Dazai, but she was afraid that he would think too much.

Sometimes this guy can't figure it out, and when he can't figure it out, he likes to find a branch to hang it up, or find a river and drift in it.

She habitually separated her feelings clearly, while suppressing her own feelings in pain, while comforting Osamu Dazai's mood.

In the end, it was discovered that this matter was not over.

The clothes on Dazai Osamu's waist were wrinkled, and after a long time, his slender fingers let go of the poor clothes.Uchiha Wansora pushed Dazai Osamu, lowered his head and said hoarsely: "I want to eat ice cream."

"Strawberry?" Osamu Dazai stood up graciously, and smiled at the waiter who had been looking this way, "Or vanilla?"

"You didn't directly say that you must buy the crab roe flavor." Uchiha Wankong jokingly said with a dumb neck: "You have to fight both ways."

Osamu Dazai picked up the coat hanging on the side and walked outside. When he came back, he had two more scoops of ice cream in his hand.Uchiha Wansora has also tidied up, at least there is no trace of crying from the outside.

The slightly cold spring breeze was biting, each of them was holding a scoop of ice cream, walking side by side on the street.

Uchiha Wansora turned his head to look at him.

From this angle, the outline of his jaw can be clearly seen, and he has grown a lot taller. He used to be able to look at him at a level, but now he needs to raise his head slightly.She raised the corner of her mouth and asked for a big mouthful of strawberry ice cream balls.

The coldness and the sweetness of strawberries spread gently in her mouth, and she held the hand of the person beside her.

Her hand was much cooler than Osamu Dazai's, and a warm feeling rushed over as soon as she held it.Uchiha Wansora laughed.

Dazai held it back and asked, "Are you so happy?"

Uchiha Wanzora stretched his brows and nodded slightly.

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"You got scolded by the boss?" Tsuruta sat on the sofa and stood up when he saw Osamu Dazai push the door in.

"It's okay." Osamu Dazai shrugged, sat on the boss chair and turned around before stopping in front of the table, took out the pen from the pen holder and began to sign.

Tsuruta handed him various documents by category and said, "You have been responsible for more and more things recently."

He's in the upper echelons of the port mafia himself, and being busy isn't a bad thing.The busier he was, the more involved he was in the work of the port mafia and the more things he had mastered.

Osamu Dazai just said casually: "Mr. Mori is just using resources rationally."

At present, his role in the port mafia is exactly the same as that of Mr. Mori. Although he is also the core, he is not irreplaceable.

"I always feel that you have a higher probability of becoming a cadre." Tsuruta said, "I heard from Ota and the others that Mr. Chuya's work center seems to have shifted recently."

Osamu Dazai signed another deal on the European side, his fifth related to it today.

"Actually, I don't care if I become a cadre or not." Osamu Dazai said flatly, "Compared to this, it would be interesting to just become a cadre before Chuya."

After he signed the document, someone else was responsible for sending the document to Mori Ogai.

He didn't go out to work today, and he was lazily leaning on the boss's chair, drowsy and waiting for the end of get off work.

Unexpectedly, Tsuruta came back again, still holding seven or eight documents in his hand.

"Mr. Dazai, the BOSS asked you to re-approve these."

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes, the iris-colored pupils were not dazed as if he had just woken up, but seemed to have expected such a thing to happen.

"I knew it would be like this." Dazai Osamu whispered, "It's just looking for trouble for nothing!"

He changed some places on the document casually, and filled the pile of documents with traces of modification in five or six minutes, which shows how carefree he is.

"It looks like I'm going to work overtime again today, before I officially get off work... Tsuruta-kun." Osamu Dazai bent down to pick up something from the cabinet.

Tsuruta said kindly: "Let's play a game of shogi."

Judging by their proficiency, the two of them often received overtime pay for this kind of work.

Osamu Dazai just took out a small box from the cabinet, which contained a small box of ceramic figurines, which were actually shogi pieces.A newspaper was accidentally brought out of the cabinet, Osamu Dazai was taken aback for a moment, picked up the newspaper from the ground with lowered eyes, folded it neatly and stuffed it back.

"I have to say, the more I look at this set of chess, the more I like it." Tsuruta groped for the smooth surface of the pawn.

Osamu Dazai let out a "huh" and said, "Unique."

They played two or three games of chess when suddenly the door was kicked open from the outside.

"Hey Dazai, the boss asked me to come over and download the file." Nakahara also kicked the door in with his pockets in.

At first he thought he would see Osamu Dazai working overtime, and was about to laugh at him.

As a result, I saw the scene in the door——

The blue eyes widened, "You two..."

Osamu Dazai took a sip from the teacup at the side, and won the next game leisurely.

"Ah, then I will leave these to Zhongye." He threw the documents one by one towards Zhongyuan Zhongye.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stretched out his hand, took a copy from the left and ran to the right to take it, "Can't you stop throwing things around, bastard?"

"Bye~ Thank you for your hard work~"

The long ending made him even angrier, and the last document flew directly towards his forehead.

Nakahara Chuya hesitated for a moment between receiving the document and beating Dazai Osamu, but Dazai Osamu had already disappeared, leaving his secretary Tsuruta smiling at him in the office with an embarrassed face.

"..." He cursed in a low voice, and the coffee table in Osamu Dazai's office was smashed to pieces.

Tsuruta smiled and said: "You are busy, you are busy, I will take care of it here." After speaking, he had already taken the broom from the cleaning corner and walked over.

Nakahara also felt that anyone who was associated with Osamu Dazai was disgusting to him!