Special investigation report from Yokohama

"So——" California Qingguang asked with a drawn out voice, "Master decided to have a showdown at the summer festival?"

Hong Yao was walking side by side with him on the street. Hearing this, he thought for a moment: "That's what it means, but this kind of thing can't be called a showdown, right?"

"It's about the same anyway—"

"Then what do you think?"

"It's not good." California Qingguang complained mercilessly, "It's so tacky, it can't be more tacky."

Hong Yao smiled indulgently: "Really?"

"Really." California Qingguang replied without hesitation.

After looking at Hong Yao for a moment, the boy slumped his shoulders and replied discouragedly: "Well, it's actually okay."

Not only is it possible.

The thought of someone who is going to get all of his master's heart on a clear summer night—and perhaps fireworks—makes California Kiyomitsu jealous.

"I want it too……"

"What?" Hong Yao stopped at the scheduled location and asked.

"Obviously there will be so many people at the rally, but on that day, the master will only look at that one person, right?" Qingguang Qingguang complained, "This feeling of being loved wholeheartedly, I also want, want, Ah—ah?"

Before the boy finished speaking, Hong Yao stepped forward and gave him a hug without hesitation.

"Although it is not the initial sword, Qingguang is the sword that came very early in this pill, and it is the main force I have always relied on. When this pill was just completed, there was a lack of resources. Qingguang expedition was very diligent. Although he complained when he was tired, he got a little gift. You will be very happy, actually very coaxing. And you work very hard, and you are one of the first few swordsmen who submitted an application for cultivation to me. You are never ambiguous on the battlefield, and you are very good at dressing up in life. Every time you are a servant, you will be very considerate Help me match clothes and accessories, and even act like a baby and ask me to paint my nails..."

"Eh? Eh? Why did you say this suddenly..."

"You have been out of your mind since yesterday, did you hear Izumi Mori's words?"

California Qingguang scratched his cheek in embarrassment: "You found out..."

"Obviously." Hong Yao looked at him jokingly.

No matter how obvious it is, the judge needs to take a serious look at it—so isn't the master still paying attention to himself?After getting the answer he wanted, California Qingguang secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Hong Yao saw through his mind.

"Everyone is unique in my heart, Dazai is like this, and Kiyomitsu is the same." She smiled to appease the slightly uneasy Dao, "Although my feelings for Dazai are probably... a little bit special, but, I My feelings for Kiyomitsu and everyone in Honmaru will never be shallower than that."

Seeing that the young man's face was getting redder, Hong Yao added with a smile: "I didn't expect that Qing Guangguang didn't believe in our relationship so much, and he would feel uneasy because of it..."

"This, this is also normal!" California Qingguang Fried Hair cat's eyes widened, "Master is the first time to have a sweetheart... And I'm just a little bit so—Master!"

Hong Yao barely stopped her smile: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, because Qingguang is so cute, a little teasing will... Poof, ok, ok, I won't say anything."

She stretched out her hand, and briskly plucked the boy's bangs hanging on his forehead: "I just want to say - a person always has many roles, even if I add an extra label of 'someone's lover', I still still The God-inspector in Qing Guang’s eyes? No matter how suspicious or uneasy, Qing Guang can still come to me at any time.”

"I know..." California Qingguang turned his head away uncomfortably, and muttered, "When did I learn to preach like an elder..."

"what--"

"I said," the boy said "tsk" and changed his words unhappy, "I will try to get along with him."

"Don't be too nervous, I'm not sure at all..."

California Qingguang has already begun to look around: "How could it fail? As long as you show the expression just now, no one will be willing to refuse?"

"Qing Guang really has full confidence in me... what are you looking at?"

"Here," California Qingguang stomped the ground, "is the place chosen by the master?"

Hong Yao nodded: "I have inquired a little about the plan of the Fireworks Festival. Although it is not the best viewing place, there will be fewer people."

To confess this kind of thing, emotional foundation and environmental atmosphere are indispensable.Hong Yao couldn't guess what kind of feelings Dazai had for her, so he had to work hard on the latter.

California Qingguang clenched a fist with one hand and tapped on his palm: "I understand. I will help."

Um?What do you unserstand?

"Actually, I can do this myself, and I don't mean to bother you." Hong Yao resolutely refused.

Just kidding, let the swords help, who knows what kind of moth they will help-although Hongyao believes that they will not really oppose it violently, but she also believes that they will definitely trip Dazai.

However, California Qingguang has no intention of obeying orders at all: "It's definitely a surprise, huh? Don't worry."

No, she is worried.

Hong Yao took a deep breath, and wanted to persuade again: "I appreciate your kindness, but—"

"No—yes—but—yes—" California Qingguang pushed her back, "after all, it is your sword, and we want to help with this kind of thing. And that guy is obviously not an ordinary person, right? He's definitely fine, you don't need to worry about him!"

So what are you really going to do?How could she not be worried?

While being pushed forward, Hong Yao made his final condition: "Don't interfere with the festival, and...don't call him Tsurumaru."

Although Honmaru's swords are very concerned about her, Tsurumaru is still quite special.Perhaps because she was younger and immature when they met, Tsurumaru showed the most obvious concern for her.

Coupled with his personality that can stir up waves without wind... She doesn't want to face the planned confession, suddenly being dug into a trap, strange fireworks blowing up at the firework festival, and even halfway through the sky. It's the odd "accident" that's clearly not a big deal but can make a predetermined romantic scene go in the direction of a sitcom.

California Qingguang promised very carefully: "I know, I know, I-"

Knowing is knowing, whether it will be implemented is another question.On the day of the festival, Hong Yao went smoothly from changing clothes to going out as usual, so she was relieved a little.

"It's almost here." She stood at the corner of the street, and there were people with joyful faces. "Leave the rest of the time to myself."

She imitated Qingguang in California and pushed her worry-loving initial knife: "Okay, okay, anyway, it's too late for you to worry now-enjoy the festival."

"Then I'll take my leave first." Seeing the judge's insistence, Kasen Kanesada reluctantly left first, leaving her alone to wait.

Most of the ceremonies are held during the day, and in the evening, it has actually come to an end.Most of the tourists who stay here now buy some snacks, browse the stalls on the street, and then wait to watch the fireworks at night.People around came and went, there were many singles and couples, but the one she was waiting for was not found.

...Although I have never expected that guy to be on time, but it is a bit delicate to actually face Osamu Dazai's lateness.Hong Yao looked up at the sky, it was completely dark.There are more and more food stalls opening around, and she has already smelled the aroma of food unique to various festivals.

Since watching the festival with the swords in the afternoon, until now, she really hasn't eaten much.Hong Yao thought about it, looked around, and planned to buy some snacks to cushion her stomach.

Looking at it, I saw a food stall surrounded by people not far away.

The festival was full of people, and there were high-profile disguises everywhere. An ordinary booth could not attract Hong Yao's attention in the first place.However, this booth is a bit special-the two owners behind the cart, one is wearing a blindfold, and the other is so white that it glows in the night.

Why are Tsurumaru and Candlestick Kiri here? !

When she saw Tsurumaru, Tsurumaru also noticed her, turned around with a smile and said something.After a while, Taiko Zhong Zhenzong emerged from Candlestick Kiri, and together with him waved vigorously at her.

I don't know how many customers go for the food, but there is no doubt that quite a few of them go for the good looks of the two bosses.When the two of them moved, many eyes turned to her in unison.Hong Yao smiled helplessly, and walked through the crowd to the stall: "Why are you here?"

"When I heard there was a festival, I rented a stall. It was a joy to let so many people enjoy the food." Candlestick Chee replied with a smile.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga came over with a smile: "Mitsutada's special takoyaki, would you like a portion, master?"

Taigu Zhong Zhenzong didn't give her a chance to refuse at all, picked up a lottery and helped her get a portion: "Shenghui five yuan——"

The four laughed together.

"Where's Jia Luo?" Hong Yao took the takoyaki and asked casually.The three members of the Date group are here, and there is no reason why Okurigara will be left behind.

"Here." A deep reply came from below.

Hong Yao looked down and met a pair of golden eyes in the dark night.Looking again, Okurigara was squatting behind the car, staring up at her.

"Won't Jia Luo come to help?"

Daikurigaro didn't answer, and stood up silently.Probably really meant to help, he was wearing an inner uniform instead of the more appropriate yukata.It's just that the dragon tattoo on his arm and his habitual expressionless face made him show up, and the first few customers took a small step back.

Daguli Jialuo gave her a "that's it" look, and squatted back again.

"……puff."

"Don't look at him like that, Jia Luo is actually very cute." Taiko Zhong Zhenzong explained to the customers with a smile while helping to share the meals.

"...Zhen, I heard it."

"Anyway, it's the truth." Taiko Zhong Zhenzong replied with a smile.

"Try service with a smile, little Jia Luo." Tsurumaru urged, "Look at Guangfang, it's very popular."

Had a good time.Hong Yao shook her head and smiled, just as she was about to leave, a small young man squeezed into the innermost circle: "Give me a full copy—"

"Ranbu," the guardian sighed helplessly behind, "come and line up."

"Know—oh?" Edogawa Ranpo saw the red medicine standing beside the car.

He opened his eyes and looked her up and down: "Oh, you want to—"

"Mr. Luanbu," Hong Yao resolutely clasped his hands together, "I've packed your snacks tonight, so pretend you didn't see me."

"Deal." Edogawa Ranpo decisively shut up.

Fukuzawa Yukichi nodded slightly to her across the crowd, and Koyaku returned a polite smile.Not far away, Oda Sakunosuke with his children also found Hong Yao and his immediate boss, and came over to say hello.Toshiro Baoding, who was half playing and half guarding beside him, was wearing a candy-colored yukata, and stuffed the handmade Kopei candy he had just bought into her hand.

"It's fruity, and I'll share it with you."

"Thank you." Hong Yao took it with a smile, and watched Bao Ding take out one before he could eat it before being pinned down by his parents.

"You can't eat too much sugar at night, it will cause a toothache." Yiqi Yizhen smiled and confiscated the packaged candy, then looked at Hongyao, "You are the same. I wish you a good time."

"I see." Hong Yao put away Jin Pingtang with a smile, and watched Bao Ding leave with Yi Qi in a coquettish manner.

What a rare moment of leisure.

Not far away, Natsuo Toshiro had already fully devoted himself to the game project on the street, but Gu Gu found the trace of the god judge, pulled his brother's sleeve, and shook his head apologetically at her.The black-haired boy barely regained his senses from the goldfish pond, and waved vigorously at the god judge, with a good mood visible to the naked eye.Infected by him, Hong Yao also waved vigorously to the two brothers, and the smile on her lips became brighter.

"It's a rare festival, everyone is very excited." Candlestick Chee said with a smile.

"Has everyone come?" Hong Yao asked.

"Well, the master will know if he continues to move forward." Tsurumaru winked at her mysteriously, "There are many surprises hidden here tonight?"

Although she knew that the "surprise" in Tsurumaru's mouth should not be taken lightly, but the atmosphere was too good and relaxed, she couldn't raise her vigilance: "Then I will wait and see."

Saying that, she bid farewell to the Date group and walked out.As soon as she turned around, she saw the long-awaited figure outside the crowd.

Osamu Dazai was already waiting outside the lights.He rarely changed his windbreaker into a haori, his face was expressionless, his iris-colored eyes and the boundless night around him seemed extraordinarily quiet and deep against the backdrop of the illuminated market.

It's just that for some reason, when he met her gaze, he did show a smile that was so faint that it was almost non-existent.

This little smile made his thin silhouette like a silhouette come alive instantly, and the sharp contrast at that moment made Hong Yao's smile even bigger.She stood on tiptoe, raised her free hand, and waved vigorously at him: "Dazai!"

The author has something to say:

The summer festival is so happy, I accidentally wrote too much orz

If it weren't for the last stubbornness towards the relationship line, I could write a complete knife account

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I have been struggling for a long time on the issue of letting Zai wear a yukata, but the writer Osamu Dazai once wrote about his yukata, and that article is quite famous. I guess you are all tired of reading the yukata stalks, so I ordered something fresh (actually The dress of the embassy illustration in the first volume of Stray Dogs is probably a bit too upright?

(And I don’t think Dazai is the type to change out of his habitual clothes because he wants to go to summer festivals, so I think it’s weird to write it as a yukata (whisper