I write dog blood in Yokohama

I really didn't expect that Osamu Dazai coaxed my mother one way after another.

Things start a few days ago.

It’s been a long time since I met Osamu Dazai again, and it’s still on my own grave. This feeling is indescribably weird, no...it’s really weird, how can I meet next to the tombstone, and I’m standing under the big tree Forget about the grave, there are grass growing on the top of the grave!

"Because this is the tomb before Oda Saku." Osamu Dazai seemed to see the speechlessness in my heart, with a pitiful expression on his face, and said slowly: "I thought Xiaojiao would like it."

No, this is hell.

We didn't talk much, because a silver-haired boy in a white shirt and black leggings soon appeared nearby, as if he was looking for something, his eyes swept over here, and he suddenly stretched his tone and said helplessly: " Mr. Dazai, you are here again..."

The air was a little still.

The words that Atsushi Nakajima wanted to sigh stuck in his throat suddenly, he widened his yellow-purple pupils, and took several steps back in disbelief: "You, you, you you you you are?"

"Miss Yaxun?!!!"

"Hello, Atsushi." I hid behind Osamu Dazai embarrassingly, and looked at him with half of my head exposed, feeling a little embarrassed for a while.

"Aunt?!" Atsushi Nakajima subconsciously complained in astonishment: "Is it called by my name now? Miss Baxun called me Brother Nakajima before..."

"Eh--"

Osamu Dazai put his hands in his pockets, interrupted Atsushi Nakajima's murmur with a smile, tilted his head and said curiously in a drawn-out voice: "So Xiaojiao used to call you Dun-jun that way, Dun-jun, you seem to be very useful." Woolen cloth."

"Oh...no, nothing!" Atsushi Nakajima shrank his neck, always feeling as if he had said something wrong. He looked at the handsome black-haired youth standing in front of him, and then at the man behind him. I, confusedly said: "Well, Mr. Dazai, I came to see you for a business, huh?"

"Recently, the detective agency's economy is not very optimistic. Mr. Kunikida specially held a meeting for this purpose, and everyone attended as much as possible."

"Although it feels like Mr. Dazai sneaked out on purpose, it's better for you to go back..."

"Wait." In the middle of speaking, Atsushi Nakajima suddenly thought of something, and the topic turned back, his cheeks were covered with bruises, and he even suspected that he had seen hallucinations, "Well, Mr. Dazai, you won't find out What kind of forbidden technique, let Miss Baxun come back from the coffin or something, just like your friend."

The silver-haired boy wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, clenched his fists after all kinds of entanglement and struggle, and said happily: "I support this decision! It's really great that Miss Baxun can be resurrected."

"If everyone in the detective agency finds out, they will be very surprised!"

I:……

It turns out that this guy has a big brain.

"And Ms. Yaxun is also a member of the detective agency." Atsushi Nakajima scratched his hair and asked doubtfully: "Since you are back, do you want to go back and discuss it together?"

Standing in front of him, Osamu Dazai didn't explain Atsushi Nakajima's previous speculation, he just turned around with a light smile, his breath was fresh and mature, his fluffy and soft bangs hung down a little, and he suggested together with a smile: "Jiaojiao, go back and see Let's see."

"I see."

Facing the invitation from the two of them, I struggled for a while and followed back to the familiar office building.

Stepping into the Armed Detective Agency, it was no surprise that everyone was shocked. Even the dignified president Yukichi Fukuzawa showed a brief surprise on his face when he saw me, followed by a secret sigh of relief. ease.

After all, I "died" when I passed the assessment. Everyone warmly welcomed my return. After staying here for a few days, they even wanted to give themselves a welcome party.

"I'm afraid it won't work."

I looked at Atsushi Nakajima who sneaked over to discuss with me a little embarrassedly. This time I came to Yokohama just by accident. My parents and I’s trip to Japan will end tomorrow. The flight at 10:[-] in the morning has even bought the ticket.

They seem to have work to deal with, and they need to go back before they can wait for the normal ship flight. I have been bored in the hotel painting for the past two days, just to quickly draw Fitzgerald's daughter.

"So, are you leaving again?"

Atsushi Nakajima showed a look of hesitation. While asking, he carefully peeked at the black-haired young man sitting on the office chair next to him. The young man was lying on the table with the back of his head facing this side and did not speak. He seemed to be sleeping.

Facing the silver-haired boy's question, I was a little silent, shook my head and said, "Not really."

This time it was different from the previous situation when I wanted to go home.

The flight can be changed at any time, and my family and parents will always be here, so I don’t have any worries in my heart. In fact, I really want to attend the welcome party held by the detective agency for myself, and even want to meet Oda Sakunosuke. After inquiring these days, the No.1 male god has now picked up a pen and started writing, and is working hard for the custody of the children. He is currently living near the house on the other side of Rabo Street (because it is cheap).

Judging from what Dazai said, he seems to have plans to invite the other party to the detective agency, and Odasaku is currently considering it.

I can't wait to see each other in my heart. I don't have any resistance to staying here. The real important issue is my mother...

She definitely won't agree with me staying here and wandering around alone!

Don't forget that my parents are still living in a high-star hotel in Yokohama. They have had enough fun in the past few days. They have already booked the air tickets for tomorrow, and it is impossible to change the air tickets for returning home.

After explaining the situation to Atsushi Nakajima in shame, the silver-haired boy was startled: "Eh?! Miss Yahiro's parents are here too?"

This sentence raised his voice accidentally, and immediately attracted the attention of the members of the detective agency. Even Osamu Dazai, who was lying not far away, raised his head. He blinked, and suddenly raised his arms and stood up. Bulingbulingly turned around on the spot, leaned towards me with sparkling eyes, held my palm with knuckle fingers, and said thoughtfully, "I see."

"Then, leave this to me!"

With a sober smile on his handsome face, his fluffy and soft hair moved, and he said softly, "Xiaojiao, would you mind bringing me to your parents for a talk?"

what?

I looked at each other in surprise, can't he, can he really handle it?

I looked around Osamu Dazai suspiciously, and realized that the other party's tone and eyes were not malicious, and he also understood my principles and bottom line, so it shouldn't affect my parents... So, I was stupid and really took him Back to the hotel.

After all, Osamu Dazai's brain is not covered up. Except for Mr. Tuo in this world, I am afraid that no one can compare with him. It must be very easy to convince his parents with his mouth.

I've even thought about the beginning, simply explain that I found a part-time job two days ago, and this is my colleague next to me, I want to stay here for a few more days, they are very reliable friends...

Oh, by the way, I also want to draw a portrait of them and write [Can understand Japanese].

With my current painting skills, I can completely make my parents understand Japanese 100%, but if they don't know Japanese at all, the backlash the next day may cause their heads to explode.

Forget it, let Boss Fei send him an interpreter.

The wish of resurrecting my daughter was close at hand, and Fitzgerald was willing to satisfy all my requests, so that night, I brought the translator and a handsome young black-haired young man with a clean suit to the hotel. Before I could open my mouth to describe the words I had thought up in advance, Osamu Dazai kicked me out.

That's right, kicked out.

He didn't know what he was chatting with my mother in the house. When he came out again, the atmosphere between the two of them was extremely harmonious, as if they were a pair of biological mother and son.

"You child, you can really talk."

"Where, it's all Madam, you are too beautiful and intellectual." Osamu Dazai smiled and took my mother's hand, and lightly placed a kiss on the back of my mother's hand, then walked over, and put his slender fingers on mine intimately On the shoulder: "Then madam, I will take Jiaojiao away first."

I:?

No, what happened.

Standing there blankly, I subconsciously glanced at my mother anxiously, thinking that she would yell at me, but the other party's face was full of smiles, and even winked and glared at me, beckoning me to hurry over.

After a moment of trance, my mother dragged me to a corner, and said with a look of hatred, "Jiaojiao, why didn't you tell your family about a boyfriend you had such a good talk with?"

"Are you afraid that your mother won't accept it? Don't worry, you can fall in love in a foreign country, as long as the young man treats you well. Mom is very open now."

I:? ? ?

"no……"

"Mom thought you were some kind of DINK or unmarried? It's all right now, I finally had a relationship with you after raising you. During this period of time, I have a good time with the young man. Your dad and I will go back first." gone."

"No, I..."

My hasty explanation had to come to my mother's loving slap, she patted me on the back directly, and immediately slapped me out of the original position, staggered a few steps and almost accidentally jumped towards Osamu Dazai who was waiting for us with a smile on his face.

I have to say that a certain black-haired young man is really good at pretending, he just waited obediently across the way, with a white and clean milk dog face, no one would have thought that he was actually a pile of black mud I did, I followed the other party out of the hotel almost in a daze.

"Mr. Dazai, what did you tell my mother?"

According to my own observation, my mother didn't seem to be brainwashed or anything!

How could you be coaxed so happily!

"It's just a normal conversation." Osamu Dazai walked slowly on the street with one hand in his pocket. Hearing this, he lowered his tea-brown eyes and looked over, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. His tone was not mixed with any impurities of lies. Instead, he said seriously: "But that's great. In this way, your mother agreed to the request to continue to live."

"Xiaojiao can also safely and boldly attend the welcome party of the detective agency?"

Well, he was indeed right.

I opened my mouth, grabbed his arm, and was about to thank him honestly, but the black-haired young man walking beside him changed his voice: "There is no need to thank you, for such a big favor, should Xiaojiao give it to me?" A bit of a substantive return—"

"Eh?"

"Go on a date with me."

Osamu Dazai stopped, his handsome cheek was facing me, the wind blowing some fluffy and slightly curly hair, he bent his kite-colored eyes, raised his finger and stroked my cheek, as if Touching something fragile and precious.

But the other party quickly restrained his expression, showing a pitiful expression, and said aggrievedly: "Can't you?"