The days when I was full of question marks in Yokohama

"Mr. Dazai!" Tsuruta, who was sitting in the driver's seat, waved to Osamu Dazai who was walking on the road: "Shall I take you back today?"

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows slightly, nodded after thinking for a while, opened the car door and sat on it.He gave an address and said, "Just go to the intersection. The inside is too narrow for cars to get in."

Tsuruta said, "No problem."

No one in the car spoke at first, and Tsuruta just looked at him hesitantly through the rearview mirror, just as Osamu Dazai raised his eyes, the two looked at each other through the mirror.

"Mr. Dazai now..." Tsuruta pondered for a while before asking, "Are you looking forward to going home?"

Osamu Dazai asked back, "Why do you ask that?"

Tsuruta let out a long sigh, and the car stopped slowly in front of the red light. "Will Mr. Dazai have conflicts with Ms. Uchiha?"

Osamu Dazai rubbed his chin, "Almost none, is there any problem between you and your wife?"

Tsuruta had a hesitant expression on his face.

"Don't worry about it." Osamu Dazai patted him on the shoulder: "I'm a mature and good boss!"

Tsuruta opened his mouth slowly.His wife always quarreled with him because of family matters, for example, sometimes he came home too late and disturbed her to sleep, or his wife disliked him for seldom taking care of family affairs; a nurse.

Or maybe the words he disliked his wife were too loud.A long time ago, when she said with a gentle smile: "Be careful.", Tsuruta only had warmth in his heart, but after so many years, when he heard the same words, he always felt a sense of impatience deep in his heart.

"...Wait, did you say that your wife does all the housework in your family?" Osamu Dazai asked.

Tsuruta said: "After all, I am very tired on weekdays, and I just want to rest when I get home... Mr. Dazai, what is your expression?"

Osamu Dazai wiped his face and said calmly: "In our house, those who cook don't wash the dishes, and those who don't work have no food to eat."

Tsuruta was shocked: "What? Isn't there a dishwasher?"

Osamu Dazai raised his bandaged hand and shook it in front of Tsuruta, "But even if there is a dishwasher, you have to clean up the dishes and wipe the table. If you are not careful, the bandage will be stained and you have to replace it again. Not just the dishes, but the bandages too."

"Every time Kongjiang and I asked me to cook and she washed the dishes, she rejected it with 'I cook and she would rather eat Bingliang Wan'. I think my cooking tastes good."

"There is also laundry. Every time I come to the week when I am in charge of laundry, I find that the older one likes to go up the mountain to catch birds and fish in the river. Her clothes are of mixed colors. Every time I open the washing machine and fish pockets Takes me a long time.

The little one will suddenly have more social practice that week, either planting potatoes or catching bugs. Without social practice, he likes to rub the trash can!They definitely did it on purpose! "

Osamu Dazai spoke as fast as a machine gun, and rushed towards Tsuruta suddenly. It seemed that he wanted to complain for a long time, and today he finally found someone to talk to.Tsuruta was shocked, never expecting that even his boss would have to do housework when he got home.

Osamu Dazai became more and more angry, and announced with great momentum: "Damn it! I want to resist! I will definitely not wash the dishes today!"

"..." Tsuruta blinked and encouraged him, "Come on!"

He watched Osamu Dazai get out of the car, and stood in front of the door with arrogance. When he raised his hand to knock on the door, the door was opened from the inside.

The girl inside the door had loose hair, and he couldn't hear what the other party was saying clearly because it was too far away. He saw the boss, who was as horizontal as a crab just now, suddenly deflated, was patted on the head by the girl, and dragged into the room .

Tsuruta could tell from the smirk of his boss that he had probably forgotten the vow he made just now, and he would probably go to wash the dishes again tonight.

The car started, and soon flowed into the traffic on the road, and soon got mixed up with one of the ordinary people getting off work.He was driving aimlessly here and there, not seeming to want to go home anytime soon.

Until there were stars and waves in the sky, dotted in the sky that was about to be dark, he parked the car in the garage, lit a cigarette and smoked slowly.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated, and Tsuruta swiped it open, only to find that it was from Osamu Dazai.

[Hey... we can't let girls follow us, and the standard of living is lower than when we were single, right? 】

It was still a rare text message that had nothing to do with work.

Before that, everyone lived with clear boundaries, and work was work, never involving life.

Looking at this text message, Tsuruta couldn't help laughing.The cigarette butt was thrown away, and he replied: 【You still wash the dishes. 】

【. 】

【What about resisting? 】

[Tomorrow's work handover with Zhongye will be up to you. 】

In the port mafia, everyone knows that Osamu Dazai and Nakahara are also the most tacit partners in missions, and the most disliked enemies in life.Nakahara Nakiya didn't like Dazai Osamu, and even took his subordinates to heart. Every time he went to handover work with Mr. Nakaya, he was always afraid of being beaten.

Even if they knew that in the Central Plains, apart from Dazai Zhiji, they rarely attacked the port mafia.

Every time in order to give up this spot, the people under Osamu Dazai always make a fuss like an annual drama, but this year there is no drama to watch, and Osamu Dazai seems to be angry and appoints a candidate.

Tsuruta couldn't help but smile, he was still a young man after all.

When he returned home, the warm yellow light fell on him, hot meals were placed on the dining table, and his wife was still busy in the kitchen.

Tsuruta asked, "Are you cooking now?"

The wife said angrily: "Otherwise? Who knows when you will come back? How long will you stay in the car after you come back?"

Tsuruta opened his mouth, did not make a sound to refute, and took out the bowls from the cupboard for the first time and set them up.As soon as he turned around, he saw his wife standing there motionless, and the croquettes in the pot were about to smell of burnt.

"what happened?"

Only then did the wife come to her senses, put the croquettes on a plate, and Tsuruta brought them out without any hassle.

"What happened to you today?" His wife worried, "Did you get scolded by your boss? Or something happened?"

Tsuruta scratched his head and said with a simple smile, "It's okay, it's really okay, let's eat."

The wife was still rambling on, "Your job is different from others. If anything happens, you must tell me, and I will definitely cooperate with you. You must ensure your own safety."

"It doesn't work, I can go out to work."

Tsuruta has heard these words countless times, his ears are almost callused, and he will even fly into a rage at the end.But not today, he was thinking, did his wife live in such fear when she was not with him?

When talking about work, the light in his wife's eyes cannot be ignored.

After the meal, he took the initiative to roll up his sleeves to clean up the dishes.

The wife was shocked: "What happened to you today? Did something really happen?"

Tsuruta just shook his head. After washing the dishes, his wife was sitting in front of the TV watching a TV series, but Tsuruta got up and sat in front of the computer, thinking for a long time before writing an email.

On the other side, after washing the dishes, Osamu Dazai came out shaking his hands and shouted, "Kong-chan, come and help take off the bandage."

Uchiha Wanzora gave him a disgusted look, but sat down and patiently helped him roll up his sleeves, and the water-stained bandages were taken off round by round.

"I told you, take it off before washing the dishes."

Osamu Dazai collapsed on the sofa, shaking his legs like a grandpa and said, "No, I can't do it alone."

Uchiha Wansora poked his forehead, Dazai Osamu took the initiative to lean forward, raised his head and kissed her palm, and Uchiha Wansora showed a little smile in his eyes.

The two heads rubbed against each other, the bandages were randomly thrown on the table, and they were lazily lying on the sofa watching the evening TV series.

Osamu Dazai's fingers circled around her hair, and when he let go, the soft hair fell lightly on his hand.

When curly hair is so boring, he can concentrate on playing for a long time. If Mori Ogai finds out, he will be angry again.

Osamu Dazai pinched the ends of her hair and scratched his palm gently, but he never stopped thinking in his mind.He still has a lot of things to think about, and only when Uchiha Wansora is by his side can he have a little bit of leisure and peace of mind.

He looked up at Uchiha Wansora's side face and grinned.

·

Not long ago, under the training of Uchiha Wansora and Hongye, Izumi Kyoka was able to completely control her abilities.She bids farewell to Uchiha Wansora.

She borrowed some money from Uchiha Wansora and chose to go to boarding school.

She was always the shy child who followed her mother, unwilling to cause more trouble for others.

Similarly, Osamu Dazai's birthday came silently.

In the dark night, the lotus in the pond is just about to bloom, and the blue lotus leaves are gently rippling with the water waves.

The glamorous hosts on TV were promoting their monosodium glutamate to the camera, and Uchiha Wansora sat by the window with his head down, drowsy.

Osamu Dazai came back lightly, tiptoed to her side, wrote down the MSG manufacturer's number, and turned off the TV with the remote control.

"Don't close it." Uchiha Wansora said dreamily.

"Aren't you sleeping?"

Uchiha Wansora opened his eyes and said in a daze, "I'm listening."

Osamu Dazai laughed and said, "Then what did you say just now?"

Uchiha Wansora frowned slightly, pondered for a while, and said firmly: "Seller!"

Osamu Dazai laughed and ruffled her hair.

Uchiha Wansora patted his hand away, and snorted, "Don't touch it, I just washed my hair today."

Osamu Dazai raised his hand and sniffed, a faint fragrance of cherry blossoms wafted from his fingertips.

He suddenly discovered that Uchiha Wansora had also changed into a different set of clothes.

The pink floral dress took great care of the aesthetics of both parties. A silver bone chain hung from the neck, and at the end were two cherry-shaped gemstones.

"...What day is it today?"

Uchiha Wansora snapped his fingers and said, "Your first day promoted to cadre, and your birthday, is there anything else?"

Osamu Dazai twitched his Adam's apple and shook his head slightly.

Uchiha Wansora looked at the clock on the wall, and continued: "If you come back half an hour late, you will miss your birthday present."

She took Osamu Dazai's hand, dragged him into the kitchen, and put a beautifully packaged cake in his hand.

"Hold it well, don't shake it."

Osamu Dazai looked a little distraught, but he still hugged the cake obediently.

The night in early summer was still a bit cold, and Uchiha Wansora's bare arms were frozen with a layer of small bumps just after he went out.

Osamu Dazai hesitated for a while with his hand on the coat, then pulled off the coat and covered her.Uchiha Wansora put his hands through his sleeves very cooperatively.

"I thought... there would be no birthday this year." He raised his hand to help her pull out her hair under the clothes, speaking in a soft voice, which would disappear in the cool night wind at any moment.

"Why do you think so?"

Dazai Osamu's eyes wandered and landed on Uchiha Wanzo's wrist.Hanging on it were three sunflowers woven with wool, and the yellow petals were stained with dirty blood.

Uchiha Wansora looked up at the starry sky, "Very bad things happened this year, so it's rare to meet a good day, so of course we have to celebrate it."

She smiled and said, "Besides, am I the one who will wrong you?"

The picnic cloth was taken out and placed on the soft sand. Uchiha Wansora kicked off his shoes and lay on it, patting the side of his body.

"I didn't have any ideas, so I had to do it again."

call out--

A bright light rushed into the sky, and the long tail pierced the boundless night.

bang——

A flower that only bloomed for a moment bloomed above Osamu Dazai's head.

Every year on June [-]th, there will be a grand fireworks display by the sea.Everyone can see this exquisite event.

But no one knows that this fireworks will belong to Osamu Dazai alone.

He looked up at the sky, his iris eyes became extremely bright when the fireworks exploded.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of the shutter being pressed.Looking up, Uchiha Wansora was sitting on the picnic cloth, shaking the camera in his hand.

"I love seeing the light in your eyes."

Her eyes looking at him were also bright, brighter than the stars in the sky.

The cake was rum-flavored made by Uchiha Wansora himself. When the box containing the cake was opened, the cake had been wronged to the side, and it took a lot of effort to scrape it off the paper box.

The lumpy cake exudes a faint aroma of wine, and it looks like a hill in front of a small shovel.The green candle looks like a sapling growing out of a mud hill.

Rubbing two tender fingers on the tip of the sapling, the yellow flame lit up, illuminating Osamu Dazai's face flickeringly.

Uchiha Wansora said, "Make a wish, Dazai."

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes, moved his fingers by his side slightly, and said, "I don't have a wish."

"Not one?"

Dazai stared at her for a while, then closed his eyes.After a while, he opened his eyes, "My wish is..."

"Uchiha Wansora." The kite-colored eyes reflected the figure of the other party, and Osamu Dazai said, "You must be happy."

Uchiha Wansora froze for a moment, but couldn't help laughing.

"What... I said I would make a wish for you, but why did it get around me?"

Osamu Dazai tilted his head and asked, "Isn't it okay?"

Uchiha Wansora's smile froze for a moment, then he sighed and said, "Of course not."

She bent down, pressed his forehead against his forehead, and promised, "I will work hard."

They stayed there until morning.

Uchiha Wansora liked the way the sun rose, and they sat by the beach to watch the sunrise again.

A convenience store not far away opened, and Uchiha Wansora went to buy a can of beer.

Drinking a glass of wine together, watching the same magnificent sunrise, exchanging a kiss at dawn.

A new year in his life began again.

He walked towards home with Uchiha Wansora on his back, leaving a long string of footprints on the sand.

Gently breathing on his neck, gradually becoming calmer.

She fell asleep.

"Good night." Dazai Osamu said.

·

The work focus of the port mafia gradually shifted to the new cadres.Osamu Dazai can't even complain about Mori Ogai's exploitation of child labor.

He is past the age to be a child laborer.

Fortunately, he has found two new child laborers. As long as these two new child laborers can start working, the pressure on him will be much lighter.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke, Akutagawa Silver.

While signing the document in his hand, he was thinking about how to arrange these two brats.

Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he looked at the door that was not closed tightly. A child was standing in the corridor peeping. The white at the end of the black hair was so conspicuous that it was hard to ignore it.

Osamu Dazai pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed silently.He stood up and walked towards the door. The eyes of the child standing by the door became brighter and brighter, like a black lop-eared rabbit, looking at Osamu Dazai with admiration and admiration.

"... Mr. Dazai!"

Osamu Dazai glanced at him, and asked nonsense: "Have you changed your clothes?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke put his hands by his side, pinched his fingers nervously, stood up straight when he heard the question, and nodded slightly.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke changed into new clothes, and that black coat was given to him by Mr. Dazai.He and Yin had never worn such fine clothes.

"Let's go."

He led Ryunosuke Akutagawa to the basement, and just as the two of them entered, the door was shut heavily, concealing everything that was about to happen next.

When the door was opened again, Tsuruta was already waiting outside with the medical team.

Osamu Dazai walked out of the door, but the little tail that followed him in disappeared.The sound of continuous coughing came out of the cold basement, as painful as coughing out the lungs, which made the lady of the medical team frowned in distress.

Tsuruta stretched out his head to take a look in, clicked his tongue and said, "Mr. Dazai, you are too cruel."

Osamu Dazai cast a glance at him, and said flatly: "Weak people cannot survive in the port mafia."

"You are right." Tsuruta smiled and said, "Mr. Dazai is going to my house for dinner tonight?"

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows at him, Tsuruta scratched his head in embarrassment, and said in a low voice, "My wife is pregnant, please come and celebrate."

People within the mafia can drink together, gamble together, and find girls together.But when it comes to life, no one can hide it more strictly than anyone else, let alone such things as his wife's pregnancy.

Tsuruta is one of the few people who knows the real residence of Osamu Dazai, and the environment they live in is more intimate, and it seems to have a different meaning.

Osamu Dazai glanced at him, smiled and said, "No, Kong-chan is still waiting for me to go back, so I won't trouble you."

Tsuruta said anxiously, "Why are you causing trouble?"

Dazai looked up.

The Port Mafia building hung over their heads like a shadow, and even when the sun was shining during the day, it always felt oppressive.

He patted Tsuruta on the shoulder and said nothing.

·

Uchiha Wansora is trapped in a dream.

Recently, she doesn't know why, she can sleep half of the 24 hours a day, the quality of sleep is not good, and she is always dreaming.

The fragments of the dream are all broken, and when I wake up, I forget everything.

When she woke up today, she found that she had been moved from the sofa to the bed, and the quilt had been pulled up to her chin.

The curtains were drawn tightly, and tiny bits of light squeezed in through the cracks of the smile.Uchiha Wanzora shook his drowsy head and got up slowly.

The living room was dark, and a corner of the kitchen was lit.Someone is humming an out-of-key song and cooking with a notebook in hand.

Uchiha Wansora came in and saw that there was already a plate of tamagoyaki on the table, she took one and walked into the kitchen.

Osamu Dazai didn't have time to pay attention to her, so he just waved his hand to her as a greeting.Uchiha Wansora put the tamagoyaki into his mouth and was about to bite, when he suddenly saw the words on the notebook that read "Fresh Lemon Chicken 2.0".

She froze all of a sudden, and the fear of being dominated by the perforation of the stomach enveloped her.The tamagoyaki in the mouth was bitten, and the spicy wasabi smell rushed directly to the eyes and nose.

"Hmm..." Uchiha Wansora hurried to find water, but Osamu Dazai handed him a glass of orange juice as if he had prepared it in advance.

"You did it on purpose!" A glass of orange juice soon bottomed out, and Uchiha Wanzo casually smacked the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, glaring at Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai shook his hand at her and said, "No way! That's just a new dish I researched, look!"

He flipped the notebook forward, and it said "Angry Tamagoyaki", and the main ingredient was only "wasabi".

Uchiha Wansora took a deep breath.

She shouldn't have fallen asleep in the afternoon, and even if she fell asleep, she wouldn't sleep until the evening because of being lazy and sleeping too much. If she didn't sleep until the evening, Osamu Dazai would not be able to cook.

If he doesn't cook, she doesn't need stomach medicine!

In the restaurant, the small square table was quickly filled with dishes, and all of them looked delicious.Uchiha Wansora hesitated for a while holding up the chopsticks, then changed the spoon and started at the most normal-looking tofu.

The round tofu dumplings are sprinkled with a layer of sauce, which looks extremely delicious.

She didn't notice the malicious smile on Osamu Dazai's face when he lowered his head.Put the tofu in your mouth——

click -

I don't know what this guy did, but this tofu is actually hard!

Her tooth was nearly knocked out.

Osamu Dazai laughed twice, then cleared his throat and said, "Tofu that is so hard that you can kill it with one head. I have studied this for a long time. Is it delicious?"

The corners of Uchiha Wanzora's eyes twitched, he switched teeth on one side, and slowly ground them with the molars.

Only the outer layer of this tofu ball is hard, and there is a faint fragrance of beans when you grind it with your teeth. The inside is filled with this tofu and tenderloin. It is so tender that you want to bite off your tongue. .

Uchiha Wansora had a complex expression, wondering how Osamu Dazai made such delicious and confusing food.

Uchiha Wankong, who ate this meal, was terrified, and never knew whether it would be heaven or hell with a chopstick.

Worst of all, she had to do the dishes.

The bowls in the sink were piled up into a hill, and Uchiha Wansora suspected that Osamu Dazai had taken out all the bowls—whether they were useful or not.

The dishwasher is estimated to have to be washed overnight to clean it all.Uchiha Wansora rolled up his sleeves as if resigned to his fate, and started to wash the dishes.

Osamu Dazai, an annoying guy, leaned against the door pretending to be a wolf with a big tail, as if watching a show.

"It's hard work, Kong-chan."

Uchiha Wansora gave him a hard look, "Go, go play your game console, don't stand here and poke your eyes."

Osamu Dazai sighed, "Woman..."

"Going out to play tomorrow? Video game store?"

"Don't go."

"Then go eat hot pot?"

"Don't go."

"You don't want to go with the slightly spicy one?"

"Don't go."

"Do you want to eat the croissant?"

Uchiha Wansora said: "You can bring one for me after get off work."

Osamu Dazai sighed: "Hong Douzi, you haven't been out of the house for almost a week."

Uchiha Wankong said sullenly: "I don't want to go."

He returned to the living room, and there was a photo album on the coffee table.When he came back, Uchiha Wansora fell asleep looking at this photo album.

He also flipped through it casually.

The photo album was already very thick, and the bulging image could burst through it and fly out at any time.

Osamu Dazai sat up straight, casually fished the doll on the sofa into his arms and opened the photo album.

The background of the first photo is outdoors.The sky is blue, the river is sparkling, and the small shack looks like a product of the last century.Those three people stood in front of the camera, carrying big bags and small bags.

In the photo, the two children smiled brightly, facing the camera Biye, and the two older ones tilted their heads slightly, as if they were not used to facing the camera.

Osamu Dazai pointed at his younger self, then looked aside, it was Uchiha Wansora.

At that time, she looked sharper than now, her eyes were dark like a deep sea, she didn't like to smile very much, and she just twitched the corners of her mouth casually when taking pictures, a black crow stood on her shoulders, and she looked very arrogant. Feel.

This was taken before they moved into this house. After the photo was taken, to celebrate, they went to have a meal of oden.

That was a long time ago, so long that it seemed like a lifetime.In fact, only a few years.

But when he looked at the photo, he felt a strange feeling.

Now there are only two people left in the photo.

But she also became a stranger.

Osamu Dazai looked at Uchiha Wanzo who was upright in the kitchen washing dishes.

This is a rare emotion for her recently.

Ever since Miki left, Uchiha Wansora's energy seemed to have been sucked away, he didn't like to go out to play, and he didn't like to move.

If he is not at home, he would rather sleep than eat.

She still looked the same, but she had changed.That layer of "same" appearance is trying to maintain for him.

Osamu Dazai caressed the vivid face in the photo, and slowly closed his eyes.

What did Uchiha Wanzo look like when he first met her?

It seems that he doesn't like himself very much.

Every curl on my head said, "I don't like trouble."

The result is still soft-hearted.

Then what will become of it?Osamu Dazai poked his chin in thought.

If you don't know where to start, you don't know where to end.

At first, it seemed that she was just trying to follow that agreement, trying to be a qualified girlfriend, trying to like him.

She was responsible until life and death could not separate them.Not very talkative but with a distinctive personality, his brain turns very fast, and he also likes to play a little trick.

It was something called tenacity that exuded from the inside out.

At that time, she was still a real person, who could laugh, make trouble and get angry.

Not like now... He arched his body, his back sagging slightly.

Osamu Dazai saw it that day.

Uchiha Wansora dragged his skirt and walked towards the sea.

If it wasn't for that kid, what would have happened afterwards?

He is obviously the person who obeys the traffic rules the most on weekdays, yet he walks in the middle of the road.

Uchiha Wansora is different from him.

She didn't dare to die blatantly, walking on the brink of danger, expecting a sudden disaster to take her away.

Because she wants to die than her death will make Osamu Dazai more desperate.

The world seemed unattractive to her.

Osamu Dazai understood her thoughts.However, he was more difficult than another thing.

Why did the Uchiha night sky become like this?Is it because of him?Wouldn't it be better if they were separated?

But... I can't bear it.

Osamu Dazai closed the album, and lay down in the corner of the sofa with his eyes closed.

When Uchiha Wansora came out of the kitchen, he was still holding a fruit plate in his hand, and all the apples were peeled into the shape of kittens.

Uchiha Wansora shook Dazai Osamu's hand, and stuck a toothpick to his mouth.

"Sora-chan." Osamu Dazai raised his hand, embracing Uchiha Wansora.

"Pretending to live hard, isn't it tiring?" He looked a little confused, as if he was asking Uchiha Wansora, or himself.

Uchiha Wan Sora trembled, and before he had time to speak, Osamu Dazai said in a positive tone: "It's very tiring to pretend to work hard."

"..." Uchiha Wansora felt that he could hardly even hold a toothpick, and there seemed to be a roar in his ears.

Osamu Dazai was right in front of her, as long as she raised her head slightly, she could kiss his still talking mouth.

But when she saw the tiredness in her eyes, at that moment, she felt that it was so far away, like a world away.

She is still that thirteen month that shouldn't exist in this world.

"Oh, is it?" she agreed.

Uchiha Wansora came out of Dazai Osamu's arms, went into the bathroom with a normal expression, closed the door and locked it again, the movement was done in one go.

In the next second, a mouthful of blood gushed out.

She couldn't see what was in front of her. Everything seemed to be spinning, so that she couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north, and east.

Only the bloody taste in his mouth seemed real.

Pretending to be...alive...so tiring...

"Pretend to live hard, so tired." Osamu Dazai's words kept ringing in her ears.

Obviously there was no ups and downs when he spoke, and the movements of holding her were very gentle.Those words knocked her world one by one, and finally... broke into pieces.

She stopped Osamu Dazai's death-seeking activities again and again, was she also causing trouble for him?

So, did she just make him feel tired when she tried her best to drag him to live?

Uchiha Wansora once told Osamu Dazai that nothing makes sense.Meaning is given by people.

It is meaningless for unimportant people to die in front of themselves.You don't go to his past to find out who he was.

But even if an important person loses a hair, it is still a matter.

This means that he may not have had a good rest recently, or that he is too busy with work and wants to think about too many things...

If you try your best to do something that you think is meaningless to important people, it seems that the meaning of your own existence has been erased at that moment.

The fundus of her eyes was shattered, looking at the three connected sunflowers on her wrist, she couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood.

"Kong-chan?" There was a knock on the bathroom door, and Osamu Dazai worried: "Are you okay? Do I need some stomach medicine for you?"

Uchiha Wansora didn't respond, and left listening to the sound of footsteps, and then the sound of him rummaging through boxes and cabinets came from the living room.

·

She is a ninja, a ninja who can cover all traces.

Uchiha Wansora couldn't hide her emotions in front of Osamu Dazai, but she was able to clean up the smell of blood in the bathroom so that no trace could be seen.

Osamu Dazai had found medicine for him and poured warm water.

"Come and take the medicine!" Osamu Dazai spread out his left hand, a few colorful medicines lay in his palm, and his right hand was behind his back. "I'll give you candy after eating!"

Uchiha Wansora smiled, took the medicine in one gulp, and touched Dazai Osamu's right hand.In his hand he held a long toothpick strewn with bunches of kitten-shaped apples and coated with golden honey.

"I just brushed my teeth."

"Then finish eating and brush it together again." Osamu Dazai fed her one and ate another one himself. Soon the whole bunch of honey apples were eaten, and the amount of sugar in a day directly exceeded the standard.

Brush your teeth together and sleep together.

Both of them have no desire to sleep tonight, they just want to hold each other's hand tightly.

"Empty sauce..."

"Dazai."

The two spoke at the same time.

After a moment of silence, Osamu Dazai said, "Should you speak first?"

"Do you know how to use a garment iron?" Uchiha Wansora's question was beyond Osamu Dazai's expectations.

When Meizuo went out in the morning, Osamu Dazai's coat was ironed and smoothed by Uchiha Wansora.

"……Less likely."

"Can I learn it?" Uchiha Wansora asked again, stroking his phalanges with his fingers.

Just now Osamu Dazai wanted to play tricks, but suddenly thought of something, and the words came to his mouth: "It's not impossible."

"Let's learn, what did you want to say just now?"

"..." Osamu Dazai closed his eyes, and said with a "huh", "I want to eat roast beef tomorrow."

Uchiha Wansora said, "Okay."

·

Early the next morning, Uchiha Wansora got up half an hour earlier and dragged Osamu Dazai out of bed by the way.

"It's so early..." Dazai Osamu followed Uchiha Wansora sleepily in slippers.

Uchiha Wansora turned around and filled the steamer with water, "Well, I agreed to teach you how to use the steamer."

Dazai Osamu reacted greatly, like a cat whose tail has been stepped on: "I don't want it!"

Uchiha Wansora frowned: "Why?"

"Why?" He sat down on the sofa angrily, folded his arms, his legs shook like a sieve, "Anyway, I don't want to learn!"

Uchiha Wansora suddenly lost his voice.

Osamu Dazai felt that he couldn't lose his momentum, but he couldn't help but look back.

Uchiha Wansora stood in front of the garment steamer, holding the nozzle in his hand.His fluffy hair drooped pitifully on his shoulders, his thin wrists protruded from his sleeves, his thin body made him look pitiful.

Osamu Dazai softened his heart suddenly, but he persisted.

That's the end of the matter.

·

Akutagawa Ryunosuke's training is slowly getting on the right track, and he will be able to go on missions soon.

For this kid, Osamu Dazai still appreciates it, although his appreciation is that Ryunosuke Akutagawa suffered more injuries during training.

Chuka Nakahara was also sent out on a business trip, but fortunately Akutagawa Ryunosuke was able to share a little bit of the military force faction's tasks, otherwise Mr. Yanagizu didn't even have time to go back and take a bath recently.

Osamu Dazai was going to report to Mori Ogai, and in the elevator he met Ozaki Koyo who was also going to find Mori Ogai.

The two chatted casually.

Ozaki Momiji opened the folding fan, which was held in his hand and shook lightly: "Recently Chuya left, and there are more messy guys in Yokohama, really..."

She squinted her eyes, looking extremely unhappy.

Recently in Yokohama, a group of people, wearing black robes, came without a trace.No one knows where they came from, what they want to do here, they are like a group of ghosts who suddenly appeared here.

Osamu Dazai said: "Their actions are closely scheduled and disciplined..."

He stopped talking, and looked at Hongye, it seemed that they thought of being together.

"It would be nice if I could catch someone alive."

Osamu Dazai said: "As long as there is a living person, I can make him speak."

Ozaki Momiji paused slightly in shaking the fan, and took a deep look at him: "I firmly believe that."

When reporting to work, everything was as usual, and the incident of the group of ghosts was not even eligible to be placed on the table of Mori Ogai.

After Osamu Dazai left, Ogai Mori suddenly asked Koyo Ozaki, "What do you think of Dazai?"

His tone was calm, as if he was casually asking his old cadre what he thought of this new cadre.

Koyo Ozaki didn't speak immediately, and thought for a while before saying: "The thought is meticulous, the planned work is almost never failed, and the means are also good. Except for the lack of force and the constant suicide, there are almost no weaknesses. "

Mori Ogai folded his hands on the table and said with a smile, "It's not that there are no weaknesses."

He expressed admiration and said: "If you let him grow up for a few years, at most five years, he will be another me."

Hongye said: "After all, Dazai is also you