The days when I was full of question marks in Yokohama

Osamu Dazai suddenly discovered what the phrase "as you wish" meant.

Their relationship seemed to harken back to the time at the shed, the one that burdened him the least.

She quietly backed away from the safety line, just looking at him quietly.

The difference from those days was that instead of trying to make extra money from him, she tried her best to save him from any pain.

The word home appeared briefly in his life, and then disappeared.

He still has the key around his neck, and there are still people eating with him every night, and Uchiha Wansora is still responsive to his requests.

There are very few differences.

Every morning, she would still fold his coat neatly and put it on the sofa, and prepare breakfast and milk for him.

It's just that I won't ask him to bring milk to Nakahara Chuya anymore.

No need to help squeeze toothpaste.

Will not watch the sunrise together.

Even when they sat facing each other without saying a word, the once harmonious atmosphere disappeared, Osamu Dazai only felt restless and anxious, but the other party remained the same.

He will not let him take the snacks for Alice and Hongye, she will send them to Hong Kong and Hei personally.

Walking on the same road, Osamu Dazai didn't feel that they were together, more like walking on the same road by chance.

Send her a message and she will still be very polite with every message.

polite.

Osamu Dazai looked at the other party's simple reply on the phone, and suddenly had the urge to smash the phone.

And he did.

The subordinate who was pushing the door in was startled by the sudden drop of the mobile phone.

"T-Mr. Dazai!"

The young man sitting behind the desk was uncertain, and picked up the cell phone he had just thrown out with a cold face.

"This is the document that the leader asked me to bring over." The subordinate said cautiously.

"Let it go." Osamu Dazai lowered his head and flipped through the text messages.

The subordinate breathed a sigh of relief and slowly backed out.

He shouldn't have noticed that this pile of documents is twice as much work as before, right?

There is still a message sent by Uchiha Wansora in the phone, she replied very seriously, even if he just casually said that he saw a kitten on the way to work, she would reply a long list.

Obviously she is slow in typing, but she still talks a lot on the phone.Every time there is a long list, Osamu Dazai didn't read it carefully before, he just glanced at it and put it there.

Reading it carefully now, there is still a sweet feeling.

Suddenly, the phone received a new text message and jumped to the bottom.

Uchiha Wansora told him that he would attend Koya's parents' meeting and would not go back to eat at night, and asked him whether he should go back to eat or solve it by himself.

Osamu Dazai hesitated for a while with his fingers, and replied to her: "It's okay~ I'll take care of it here at the headquarters! Sora-chan must remember to eat before going to the parent-teacher meeting. If you come back, you will be full and you won't be able to eat."

"receive."

The other party replied in seconds.

Osamu Dazai gritted his teeth at the phone and said, "I received it!"

He wanted to smash the phone again, but when he flipped it up, he saw the text message that Uchiha Wansora had sent him before.

He looked at his phone for a while, processed the documents for a while, and still got off work on time.

Mori Ogai stood upstairs side by side with Momiji, watching the little black dot leave with his hands behind his back.

"Hongye, the power of love is really great. I never thought that Dazai's work ability is so strong."

In the past two days, he had stuffed a lot of work for him without any trace, but he didn't expect him to finish it all and go home on time.

He snapped his fingers and asked with a smile: "Hongye, you said that if he didn't fall in love and concentrated on his work, maybe our funds wouldn't be so short now."

Hongye shook her fan, closed it with a snap, and tapped her palm.

"I think after he stops dating, the biggest possibility is to skip work completely."

The corner of her mouth hooked, "At least now he will work hard and save money to buy gifts for his angry girlfriend."

Mori Ogai said, "It's true."

Osamu Dazai didn't know that Mori Ogai and Hongye had a heated discussion about his relationship, and even discussed how to squeeze all his labor force.

He opened the door and went in. The house was deserted, and there was a tower of cans on the cabinet in the entrance.

The canned crab meat was neatly left there, and Osamu Dazai took two cans without any hassle, and ate them lazily on the sofa.

Only canned crab meat is the only thing that Uchiha Wansora will interfere with Osamu Dazai.

She strictly controlled Dazai's daily intake of canned food, and every time Dazai had to trick him to get it out of her hand.

But now he put all the cans on the table and let him take them by himself.

Osamu Dazai originally thought that he would eat it freely, and he could eat all the canned food in one day.

As a result, when I really tasted it, I felt that I had no taste.

"...It doesn't taste as good as before. Is it expired?" He lifted the half-eaten can and looked at the bottom.

The date of manufacture printed on it showed that the can had been out of the factory for less than a month.

He blinked blankly, put down the can, and said, "Hey!" "Is this manufacturer starting to cut corners?"

In the end, he only ate two.

The same amount that Uchiha was allowed to eat every day before Wanzo.

"...It's scary, Kong-chan." He murmured.

Osamu Dazai fell on the sofa, resting his head on the soft blanket, and seemed to be able to smell the faint breath left by his master.

Suddenly, his hand touched something, and after looking carefully, he found that it was a corner of a book.

The notebook was hidden in the gap of the sofa, and Osamu Dazai subconsciously pulled the notebook out from the gap.

It was the small notebook that Uchiha Wansora carried with her, and she had already wrapped the outside in wrapping paper, and drew the shape of a Uchiha fan with a marker.

Osamu Dazai vaguely remembered that Uchiha Wansora seemed to have threatened him not to flip through casually, but he looked at the empty home and opened the small book without any hindrance.

On the title page is a message: May you live a long life, may you be safe and happy.

The inscription is Tomoko.

Osamu Dazai blinked and turned to the next page.

The first sentence was written with charcoal, and it was written crookedly: "Sunset, flower, I understand."

Osamu Dazai didn't know what she understood from these two unrelated things, but he continued to read.

This notebook is more like the growth history of Uchiha Wansora's handwriting practice. From the beginning, it was crooked and unobtrusive, and then it became more round and delicate, with its own style.

He has always known that Uchiha Wanzora's handwriting is good-looking, and even Hiroya and Miki are copying her copybooks now, but now he suddenly understands that Uchiha Wanzora's handwriting was not beautiful from the beginning.

He looked at the journal-like things in his notes, and sometimes he couldn't help laughing just looking at them.

There is a kind of joy and gratification in watching Uchiha Wankong grow from a small radish head to a ninja who can take care of himself. Through just a few lines of writing, he seems to understand the unknown side of Uchiha Wankong.

It turned out that she was also a naughty ghost when she was a child, and she would go shopping with her companions in the flower street, but was finally thrown out by the boss with the collar. As a result, a few ninjas ran to listen to other people's corners, and even met an oiran .

When I went back, I was beaten by a man named Tajima, and I didn't know why I was beaten stupidly.

Osamu Dazai laughed softly.

When she wrote a diary with charcoal, it must have been during the war, and if it was a brush, it was by "her".

There is not a single word in the diary that reveals who this "she" is, only that "she" teaches Uchiha Wansora to write and draw, cooks delicious snacks for her, and dances under the tree for her to watch.

The sentence that best revealed this "her" was written by Uchiha Wankong himself, "I am not an unknown biological mother, I know who she is, and that is enough."

Osamu Dazai guessed that this "she" was Tomoko on the title page.

However, there is no detailed description in the diary, and secondly, the most common words in the diary are two words.

Alive.

I am still alive.

[I met Senshou Momoka, and my rib was broken, but I'm still alive.Everyone is still alive. 】

[... was attacked by surprise, I won, I am still alive, and there are seven people alive. 】

[Support was a step late and encountered an ambush.I'm alive, and there are three more.Zhe said we can break through. 】

[Breakthrough is successful, I am still alive. 】

The diary did not describe the tragedy of the war in detail, but Osamu Dazai was thinking about the tragic story behind it. Except for the protagonist in the diary, there are fewer and fewer people alive.

When she writes a diary, she likes to write all the names of people, just like Hao also makes up the number of characters, but if you read it carefully from beginning to end, you will find that there are fewer and fewer names in her diary

There are fewer and fewer people who accompany Uchiha Wansora to the fireworks conference, and fewer and fewer people accompany her to the flower street to see the oiran, and the oiran died because of a fight between the guests.

Even the Tajima who beat her because she slipped to see the oiran died, and Quan Na who was beaten with her died.

No one would beat her up because she went to see the oiran, and no one would protect her when she was beaten.

Until the end, she wrote "I'm still alive" on the notebook in blood.

After that, the pen was changed and became a unique ballpoint pen in modern society.Later, she will feel happy because of all kinds of things, and the frequency of the word "alive" will decrease instead.

I don't know if Hao also picked up the dying Uchiha Wansora, whether that guy was still writing his diary with blood from his own wound.

Osamu Dazai sighed, tilted his head back, and pressed the notebook to his chest.

He was just a little dazed, feeling dazed and unaccustomed to her gradually stepping into the small circle within the safety line, he was dazed when he heard her say "like", and then deeply panicked.

Does he deserve to be liked?Is what she said true?

She understood it as a rejection.

Still rejecting her with all his might.

Osamu Dazai didn't understand why she had to endure such pain and live in this corrupt world, but he understood how important the word "alive" was to her.

"... No wonder you are so angry." He lowered his eyes and stuffed the notebook back into the crack of the sofa.

He wanted to find an opportunity to talk to Uchiha Wansora, but thinking of the recent conversation between him and Uchiha Wansora, there were only four sentence patterns in total.

"Good morning."

"I am back."

"I'm done eating."

"Thank you."

In the past, when he moved the fruit trees on Uchiha Wansora's small island game, she still said "don't touch my tree". Nothing happens.

Uchiha Wansora abided by his promise, stood quietly outside the safety line, did not give him any burden, and stopped approaching him.

After thinking about it, Osamu Dazai adjusted the angle of the diary that was stuffed into the gap. It might look fine at first glance, but if you look closely, you will know that the diary has been tampered with.

Then sat on the sofa and waited for the three of them to come back.

Osamu Dazai was absolutely sure that Uchiha Wansora had discovered that the diary had been touched when he just came back, and he waited expectantly and panicked for her to come to trouble him.

Even when he was thinking about what posture to use to get beaten so that it wouldn't hurt so much, Uchiha Wansora didn't respond at all, and even put the notebook on the table openly.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Heart tired.It's more tiring than kicking ten small organizations.

But he felt a little silly when he had nothing to say, so he had to wait for the next opportunity.

He is waiting for Friday, they go to play games every day.