Those years when I was a purchasing agent in Yokohama

The "Complete Suicide Manual" that Dazai always carried with him recorded a way of committing suicide by eating chili peppers.

It is said that the United States has the hottest chili in the world called "Carolina Reaper". Before it could be carried on the stretcher, it was completely cold.

The naive and ignorant boy Dazai was very curious about this novel and rapid suicide method, and he always thought that he must try it if he had the opportunity in the future.

Then he was taught to be a man by reality.

After taking two antidiarrheal pills, his stomach finally calmed down.But the mouth and stomach are still as hot and painful as if they were burnt.

With this experience, Dazai has completely blacklisted the plan of eating chili to commit suicide.

Because it was so painful.

Although he wholeheartedly wanted to leave this beautiful world, he was afraid of pain. This painful and hideous way of death really did not conform to his aesthetics of suicide.

"Why don't you go to the hospital?"

Chu Shu handed a glass of iced sour plum soup to the boy opposite, with a worried look on his face.

"Need not."

The young man shook his head, his tone of voice still not fluctuating at all.

"I hate hospitals."

Although he had to become a frequent visitor to the hospital because of frequent injuries.But this does not affect Dazai's dislike of the hospital.

Whether it's the smell of disinfectant, the cold environment, or the slogan of saving lives and healing the wounded, they are all things he hates the most.

"That said, few normal people like hospitals."

Chu Shu raised his eyebrows, and pressed the cup containing iced sour plum soup to the young man's face. The young man shivered reflexively when he was suddenly icy.

"It is strictly forbidden to hide diseases and avoid medical treatment. Don't be as willful as a child. What if it drags on to gastroenteritis?"

Although Chu Shu didn't think that a little pepper could cause gastroenteritis.But not afraid of [-], just in case, this young man looks very weak.

In case he has a weak spleen and stomach and can't eat spicy food, this chili is really terrible for him.

"I'm only sixteen this year, and I was originally a child."

The young man slowly raised his head, staring at the black-haired young man opposite him, his iris-colored eyes did not fluctuate at all, "It's a child's natural right to be willful, isn't it?"

Chu Shu blinked, "That means you don't want to go to the hospital today no matter what?"

The boy didn't speak, it was a tacit agreement.

"alright."

Chu Shu put the cup in his hand on the tea table beside him, then crossed his arms, and the old god looked at the boy opposite him.

"Then I will be willful again today, and I must take you to the hospital."

After saying this, he didn't care what the boy's reaction was, and he directly picked him up. He didn't even have time to take off his apron, so he walked out of the room with the boy in his arms.

These days, no one is a baby anymore.

Chu Shu thought confidently.

……

Forced by Chu Shu's "excessive power", Dazai finally agreed to go to the hospital with him.But the premise is to let him walk down-to-earth by himself.

The current Dazai boy is at the sensitive age of 16. At this time, he still feels a little ashamed. He is accepted by a big man like this in the posture of a princess. He accepts it both physically and psychologically. inability.

Having achieved his goal, Chu Shu put down the boy in his arms, and casually mentioned another sentence.

"Are you too light, Zai Zai? Do you usually eat well?"

Chu Shu weighed him a little while holding him just now, and estimated that he weighed just over a hundred pounds, and he might not even weigh a hundred catties.

But his height seems to be almost 1.7 meters. With a height of 1.7 meters and a weight of just over a hundred, the whole person is malnourished.

Maybe it was because he still "resented" the princess hug just now, but Dazai didn't pay attention to the black-haired young man beside him, he became more silent than before, he would raise his head to look at people at any rate before, but now he doesn't even have a look in his eyes Not willing to give to the people around.

Chu Shu blinked, did he hate him?

There is a small hospital opposite the community where Chu Shu lives, from registration and diagnosis to blood tests.Until the two came out of the hospital, the boy didn't say a word to him again.

Chu Shu held the medical certificate issued by the hospital in one hand, and a bag of miscellaneous medicines in the other.

He buried his head in looking at the medical certificate in his hand, barely able to sum up two words from the dense pile of lengthy text.

“贫血”

As a descendant of a flower grower, seeing the word "anemia", Chu Shu's first reaction was to use food supplements, such as donkey-hide gelatin, wolfberry, red dates, pork liver and spinach. If it is only anemia, rely on these to replenish blood Food should be able to remedy the situation.

"So it's rewarding to come to the hospital, otherwise we wouldn't even know you're still anemic."

Chu Shu walked up to the young man, trying to impress him with a tone of peace.

Hearing Chu Shu's words, the young man who had been unmoved just now finally reacted a bit.

He turned his head to look at the black-haired young man beside him, his iris-colored eyes were unmoved.

"Yes."

Dazai's tone was calm, and his gaze was fixed on the medical certificate that Chu Shu was holding in his hand.

"It would be great if we could get a bigger harvest and directly diagnose terminal illness."

"Huh?" Chu Shu thought he had heard it wrong, but before he could say anything, the young man added, "It's best to have a terminal illness that can't be cured, and the kind that dies in three days. Ah, it would be even more perfect if he could die on the spot."

When the young man said these words, the expression on his face was richer than ever. It was not so rich, but more like a kind of narcissism. At this moment, the young man was completely immersed in the wonderful world of his fantasy .

"Zaizai..."

Chu Shu called the boy's name dryly, "Can you speak more slowly? I/Japanese is not good, you spoke too fast and I couldn't hear you clearly."

The boy stopped being self-indulgent, turned his head and glanced at the bewildered black-haired young man behind him, and the expression on his face returned to the usual calm.

"Forget it, go back."

Sure enough, he still hated the hospital, no matter how many times he came, he couldn't give him a satisfactory diagnosis.

Chu Shu looked at the young man who was walking ahead. His thin figure looked extremely thin in the dark night, as if he would be completely engulfed by the night in the next second.

"It's troublesome now."

Chu Shu raised his hand and touched the back of his head, and muttered helplessly in his native language.

"I thought I'd picked up a poor homeless little girl, but I didn't expect... By the way, is this kind of depression..."

……

There was only one single bed in Chu Shu's bedroom, and he gave the bed to the boy directly, and he spread a few quilts on the floor and made a floor bunk.

When the boy came out of the shower, his body was still wrapped in bandages. He had asked the nurse for these bandages when he was in the hospital just now.

Chu Shu originally planned to chat with him, but after the young man climbed into bed, he covered himself tightly with the quilt without even showing his head, obviously he was not willing to communicate with Chu Shu.

Fine.

Chu Shu pursed his lips, and there was a look of grievance on his beautiful face.

Sure enough, he was still hated by this young man.

After turning off the lights, Chu Shu looked at the dark ceiling above his head, unable to fall asleep no matter what.After thinking over and over for a long time, he finally picked up the smartphone he had placed next to his pillow, opened a certain search engine, and entered the words "how to treat depression" in the search box.

After automatically ignoring a bunch of advertisements for hospitals and medicines, Chu Shu was attracted by one line of writing.

……

"Zaizai."

Early the next morning, Chu Shu dug up Dazai who was still sleeping under the blanket, "Get up, I'll take you to a good place."

The consciousness has not fully recovered, and the whole person is still in a state of insanity. A certain black-haired boy was forced to put on the panda sweater that Chu Shu had prepared for him in advance. Pull out the door.

"Where?"

At this time, Dazai finally had a chance to ask the question he had been wanting to ask since just now.

Chu Shu didn't answer directly, but raised his head and pointed to the rising sun in the sky, and said slowly in a deep and dignified tone: "You come to the world, you want to see the sun."

Dazai: "??"

What is this guy talking about?