The days when I was full of question marks in Yokohama

"Miss Wansora, I always feel that you have been hurt since you met Osamu Dazai."

In his busy schedule, Mori Ogai took time out to solve the mess left by his disciples.

Uchiha Wansora was lying on the hospital bed, and Dr. Mori was picking out the broken glass behind her, and she was playing flower rope with Alice in her hands.

"It's okay." She made a new pattern and took the rope from Alice.

Alice looked at the weird shape, and pouted her little mouth: "No."

Uchiha Wansora patiently taught her how to pick the thread and turn it over.

Alice looked at the brand-new shape on her hand, her eyes flickered, "Kongjiang is awesome!"

There was a knock on the door of the infirmary.

"Please come in." Mori Ogai glanced back and said in surprise, "Yo, it's rare to see Dazai knocking on the door."

Osamu Dazai was holding a small box in his hand, and said casually, "After all, he is also a member of the Mafia, so he must obey the leader's orders anyway."

Mori Ogai smiled, looked at the cake box in his hand, "You didn't say that when you stole my refrigerator."

Dazai Zhizhi said bluntly: "You never said that Dazai Zhizhi is forbidden to look through the refrigerator!"

"Besides, it's not good for Alice to eat so much sweets." He nodded his chin and found a reason for himself.

"My matcha cake!" Alice was like a squirrel whose house had been stolen, her eyes were wide open, but she couldn't do anything about Osamu Dazai.

I had no choice but to urge Mori Ogai: "Rin Taro! Deduct his salary! Deduct his salary and I will wear your new dress."

Osamu Dazai smiled and replied: "Oh, a sum of money is about to arrive in the account. Since the leader thinks that I have not done a good job, let's forget about the follow-up."

Ogai Mori looked at Alice, who was full of anger, and Osamu Dazai, who was smiling impeccably. He felt that the middle-aged crisis had come early, and his career and love were both on fire, and he was in a dilemma.

Fortunately, there are more than the three of them present, Uchiha Wansora said calmly: "Tomorrow I will make a matcha cake for Alice to compensate you."

Alice fiddled with the flower rope in her hand, and replied sweetly: "Okay!"

Osamu Dazai's eyes flashed, "Wow, I got so much money for Hong Kong gangsters, why don't I even give you a cake? The leader is so stingy, and all his subordinates will run away!"

Wearing a white coat, with a messy stubble on his chin, Mori Ogai looked like a dispirited and decadent doctor, he scratched his head: "Dazai, don't be joking, if my subordinates run away, I will be angry of."

"The angry kind."

He looked at Osamu Dazai quietly, no one would mistake the seriousness in his eyes.

Osamu Dazai shrugged, put the cake in front of Uchiha Wansora, and looked at her with bright eyes, "Didn't Sora say that he wanted to eat matcha cake?"

Uchiha Wansora took the cake and said softly, "Thank you."

Seeing her accept it, Osamu Dazai breathed a sigh of relief.

He habitually asked, "Does it hurt?"

Alice gave him a strange look, "Is your brain blocked by black mud? Of course the wound will hurt."

Osamu Dazai ignored her, and looked at Uchiha Wansora without blinking, waiting for her answer.

"It's fine," she said.

Uchiha Wansora's fortunate word is what Dazai Osamu fears most.He never knows where the lower limit of "return" is, nor where the upper limit of "good" is.

That kind of feeling that could never be realized made him prefer to face Uchiha Wansora who she said to stab him that day.

Osamu Dazai frowned slightly, poked her cheek, and muttered, "Fortunately, it hurts or not, let me tell you."

Uchiha Wansora took his mischievous hand, "Fortunately, you don't have to worry or feel guilty. Although I always miss appointments, I also work hard to be an honest person."

"Since it is something I promised you, I will naturally do it."

She promised Osamu Dazai and rescued him from the pain.

Just in order not to scare this coward, she moved out of the previous promise.

"..."

She staggered her gaze with Osamu Dazai, patted the back of his hand, and said gently, "Go to work."

When Osamu Dazai left, his back looked a little pitiful, like a cat that had been kicked by someone accidentally, wronged but afraid to speak, so he could only leave with his big tail in his arms.

Uchiha Wansora just ate the matcha cake he brought, his eyes bent.

“Sure enough, matcha is the best!”

Osamu Dazai's efficiency was extremely low this afternoon, he seemed to be absent-minded all the time, until the red sun set in the west and the sky was full of orange red, he almost finished the documents that could be processed in two hours usually.

After packing up his things when he stood up, he drew the curtains, and the room was plunged into darkness.

"...The quality of these curtains is really good." Osamu Dazai looked at the boundless darkness and said to himself.

When he left the office, he hesitated for a moment, then went back and took out a small box from the drawer and put it in his pocket.

He walked out of the headquarters in Ganghei with heavy steps. When his subordinates saw him, they were startled by the low air pressure on his body.

Fortunately, Osamu Dazai was thinking about things and didn't care about them.

He conceived many kinds of scenarios in his mind, such as being homeless, and when he even started to think about where to choose a dormitory that would be the farthest from Nakahara, he suddenly saw Uchiha Wansora.

She wore a blue baseball cap on her head, played with her mobile phone in one hand, put one hand in her pocket, and stood by the wall leaning against a small electric donkey.

The shadow of the brim of the hat covered most of her face, and the afterglow of the setting sun barely outlined the outline of half of her face.Orange light also fell from the eyelashes, just like the gods in the nine heavens, always standing there waiting for believers.

Osamu Dazai stood there for a while, clenched his hands into fists, adjusted his expression, then walked up with a smile, and pressed her forehead, "Don't get so close to the phone."

Uchiha Wansora put away the phone, and said slowly, "I can't see clearly."

She couldn't see the screen clearly, and she would get closer and closer to the screen unconsciously.

Osamu Dazai didn't speak, just tugged at the corner of her clothes, "Let's go, I'm hungry!"

Stretching his long legs, he straddled the little electric donkey.

The little eDonkey moved forward slowly, dragging a long shadow on the asphalt road.

Osamu Dazai was sitting in the back seat, holding the corner of Uchiha Wansora's clothes with one hand, and playing with Shadow with the other hand.

He only needs to stretch out his hand slightly, and the shadow of his hand can touch the shadow of the top of the tree. Such a boring little movement, he played like this all the way.

The little eDonkey drove into the alley, and Meiji and Hao had been lying on the window watching them. When they saw someone coming, they immediately cheered, jumping and shouting: "They are back! Dinner is ready!"

Osamu Dazai saw that Uchiha Wanzou squatted down halfway to lock the car, and also squatted down, with his hand on his chin and asked, "Have you been waiting there all day?"

"Ah."

"You are so cold."

"not in a good mood."

Osamu Dazai didn't dare to ask her why she was in a bad mood, so he changed the subject: "Next time if you have to wait for a long time, you can text me."

"I can get things over with quickly."

If Osamu Dazai knew that Uchiha Wansora had been waiting for him downstairs, he would never be as slow as today.

Uchiha Wansora said: "Well, but I have to go back to work in two days."

Osamu Dazai followed her and walked into the house, seeing her lift up the photo on the entrance, he pushed it down again.

"That's right, Kong-chan is also a person who has her own business."

They finished their meal peacefully, and as usual, they took turns to wash the dishes, and then everyone went about their own business.

It's the same as usual.

When Osamu Dazai returned to his room and lay on the bed, he heard Uchiha Wansora washing clothes in the bathroom.

Uchiha Wansora is used to saving a pile of clothes to wash together. Although there is a washing machine, she prefers to wash by hand.

Listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, Osamu Dazai took out the small box from his coat pocket, and put it under Uchiha Wanzora's pillow first.

His hands tried to press on the pillow.

The thick and soft pillow relieves the impact, and if you are not careful, you will ignore that there is something underneath.

Although he is very confident in Uchiha Wansora's sharpness, Osamu Dazai thinks that he is also a fool similar to him, if he doesn't clearly put things in front of her, she will pretend that she didn't see it when she is in a bad mood.

Osamu Dazai took out the box from under the pillow and put it on the pillow.

In this way, the sandalwood box stands out on the blue pillow.

It is so conspicuous that even if Uchiha Wanzo is short-sighted in both eyes, he can still see it.It was also so conspicuous that Osamu Dazai didn't even dare to face what kind of expression Uchiha Wansora would have.

He put the quilt over his head, and listening to the voices outside, he began to feel sleepy.

As long as you fall asleep, you can act as if nothing happened!

He thought so.

It's just that he didn't sleep soundly this time, with things pressing on his mind, he would wake up from time to time in the middle of the night, feel the coldness by his side, and wake up suddenly.

He suddenly realized that Uchiha Wansora didn't answer the topic this afternoon directly, it seemed that he was responding sideways that he wouldn't have a next time.

Even if she refused, she gently made a detour without embarrassing him directly.

Osamu Dazai covered his face, feeling a little sad suddenly.

He turned over and got up, stepped on the cold wooden floor with bare feet, and walked out.

The house was very quiet, and although the light of the TV was weak in the darkness, it was more conspicuous.

The happy sponge and his little starfish follower are playing on the TV, the sound is muted, and the laughing sponge is like a ridiculous pantomime.

Uchiha Wansora hugged the blanket, tilted his head on the arm of the sofa, and quietly watched the cartoon without sound.

"What's wrong?" She moved, straightened up and turned to ask him.

Osamu Dazai twitched the corner of his mouth, his voice dry: "I want to drink water."

Uchiha Wansora let out a "hmm", put down the things in his hands, and went to find the teapot.

The two stood in the kitchen with the warm light on, quietly looking at the teapot, without saying a word.

Osamu Dazai withdrew his gaze from the teapot and looked at her quietly.

"... Empty Sauce."

Uchiha Wan Kara touched the teapot with the back of his hand, and felt that the temperature was about the same, so he poured it into a cup and handed it to him.

"Go to sleep after drinking."

She also seems to be in her own emotions, refusing to communicate.

Osamu Dazai squeezed the cup in his hand, drank the water in the cup, and went back silently.

Uchiha Wansora returned to the sofa and picked up the book that recorded her happiness.

She felt that she had many things to write, but the hand holding the pen couldn't write a word no matter what.

Every time I want to write, the scene of Osamu Dazai looking at her and jumping down the stairs with a smile always comes to mind.

He is rejecting his approach from the bottom of his heart, even afraid that he will like him.

As if he had become a scourge, let him jump down from the upstairs even at the risk of death, and tell her, don't come near me.

Uchiha Wansora put away the pen, even if she ate a delicious matcha cake today, she was still unhappy.

This is rarely the case.

Since she came to this world, she has a lot of things to write in her little book every day, and she can find new happiness every time she reads it.

But today is different, she can't write.

Uchiha Wansora couldn't fool himself into being happy.

She struggled to breathe, but still felt her heart was pinched by a big hand, making her breathless.

Suddenly, she missed her mother again.

"...Uchiha, love is a cage."

My mother was standing under the tree, and there was a fresh camellia planted in her hair. It was Uchiha Wansora who ran three hills before finding the flower that best matched his father's description.

In the past, my father personally sent flowers, but this time it was replaced by Uchiha Wansora.

Want the most beautiful, the most delicate, the most colorful.The dying father explained it like this at the time, it was an agreement between him and Tomoko.

She turned her head slowly, with a faint smile in her beautiful eyes filled with tears.

"You have to be happy for me, happy for me to get out of this cage."

The camellia flower sent by others is the key to release her from this cage.

The hem of the clothes swept over the fallen flowers on the ground, the madam walked towards her, bent down slowly, and brushed her cheek lightly with her fingers.

"Be happy for me, Uchiha."

"From now on, I am no longer his prisoner, and no one can influence me except you."

As she said this, two lines of clear tears flowed down her cheeks, dripping on Uchiha Wansora's face.

In an instant, scarlet eyes appeared, transforming into unique eyes in the world.

Uchiha Wansora suddenly felt something blocked in her throat, and she curled herself up in the corner of the sofa.

"But Mrs. Tomoko..." She softly shouted like she encountered difficulties in the past: "I don't love him, why do I feel trapped?"

This time no one responded to her doubts.