Is Ms. Oda married today? [Comprehensive]

The gentle smile on his face made people think that he was about to cry, and Oda Kazue looked at Osamu Dazai's illusory smile, and felt that he was about to disappear into the crimson sunset.

Oda Kazue could feel a lot of eyes gathered.

Speaking of which, Osamu Dazai was pretty good-looking, but he always jumped up and down and hurt himself, and his body was wrapped in bandages, and half of his face was often hidden under the bandages, but even so Oda Kazue also heard that he has never been short of women around him. According to Nakahara Chuya, he can change women as fast as he can change bandages.

It's just that he's too skinny.

Amidst the conductor's yelling, Oda Kazue glanced at his exposed wrist, and then patiently instructed: "Dazai, you should eat well, and you should drink less alcohol if you are underage."

"Miss Oda, who lectures me like this, is so charming!" Dazai Osamu suddenly raised an exaggerated smile when he heard her mother-like speech, he put his bandaged hands on Oda Kazue's shoulders, and pressed Holding her shoulders, he pushed her into the car, "Let's go, and goodbye, Yizhi."

"you……"

Oda Kazue only had time to make a sound before he was pushed onto the car by his shoulder.

As soon as she got on the train, the door slowly closed. She turned around and looked through the transparent window at the boy standing on the platform smiling and waving at her. smile.

The more she was puzzled, the more she cared. There was always something in Oda Kazue's heart clamoring that something was wrong. She stood in front of the window and looked at the black-haired boy who was smiling nonchalantly. After a little thought, she tapped the glass twice to attract his attention.

"Dazai."

Afraid that the boy might not hear her, she yelled at the boy outside the window with all her strength in the carriage. The passengers walking around in the car turned their heads to look at her in fright when they heard her voice, but she didn't care. The thin figure said without heeding.

"—live before I want to die."

The boy seemed to have heard, or just read her lips.

Her voice fell with the sound of the train moving, and through the cold transparent glass, Oda saw his smile disappear again, standing quietly looking at her like a string puppet, moving his lips against each other. she said.

He said:[--]

Oda Kazue watched him intently, imprinting his mouth shape in his mind.

The train moved slowly, and soon, the car got out of the platform. In just a dozen seconds, his face and figure were blocked by tall and cold artificial buildings, and he disappeared from her sight.

Has her fear gone?No.

Will Osamu Dazai survive?Oda Kazue didn't know.

What on earth is he trying to do, and why is he smiling like that?Oda leaned against the car door thinking, but couldn't figure it out.

She wanted to continue standing here thinking about life and thinking about Dazai, but the passing flight attendant kindly came over and reminded, "Is there no seat for this passenger?"Need help with ticket replacement? ', interrupting her short thoughts.The philosophical thinking was over for the time being, Oda Kazue shook his head slightly to the flight attendant and thanked him, took out the ticket from his pocket, walked into the car and looked for his seat.

Walking along the gradually increasing serial number, she stopped in front of the seventh row of seats. She held the ticket and looked at the black-haired man sitting on the seat on the side of the aisle with his eyes closed.

Her seat was on the inside, and the situation made it difficult for her.

The man blocking her way was dressed in dark clothes, and his whole body was tightly wrapped. His legs were very long, and his legs in dark lace-up boots were crossed, blocking her way to the inside.She can actually wake up a man, but she knew from looking around just now that this man is very tired, and it must be uncomfortable to wake him up at this time, Oda Kazue has experienced it before, it is no different than a roller coaster spinning from a high altitude The dizziness after getting up and down is light.

She still stood motionless, looking down at the man.

The man's chin was buried in the gray and white strips of decorations piled up on the side of his neck. Even with the cover of the overly long hair, she could still see the serious dark circles under the man's eyes.

In fact, standing for a while will not affect her, or...you can go to the dining car and sit.

She stuffed the ticket into her pocket and was about to leave. The man who was sleeping with his eyes closed seemed to be aware of her presence, moved his eyelids slightly, and looked up at her lazily.

"..."

"..."

The two of them stared at each other silently for a while, the man moved before her, he measured his body and said in a low voice, "Sorry, I got in your way."

"It's okay, but I disturbed you sir." She leaned on the back of the chair and went inside, "Is sir a hero?"

After she sat down, she saw the man next to her raised her hand and squeezed her eyebrows, her voice was obviously tired: "Yes."

As he spoke, he looked up at the station name on the display screen in front of his eyes, and Oda guessed that he was estimating how long he could rest.

"Where is the station?" she asked.

The man was not good at words, a bit like someone she knew, he spoke coldly and without fluctuation: "Ike Baku."

"Mr., don't worry about sleeping. I'm also at Ikebukuro, and I'll wake you up when I arrive at the station."

Probably because she didn't expect her to see through his mind, the man's hand froze slightly. During his extremely short pause, she clearly saw his callused hand move, and the muscles and bones covered in his palm followed extremely quickly. Oda guessed that this man might be wary of her.

Professional heroes and killers are always more vigilant than ordinary people. When she thinks about it a little bit into the past, she understands why men have such reactions.Maybe he's on the way?

At this time, if she said more, it would only increase his suspicion. Seeing this, Oda stopped talking. After sitting still, he took out his mobile phone and opened the cover of the mobile phone to check the new information.

The most recent letter was sent by Akutagawa 1 minute ago. Saku Le and Xingsuke squeezed in front of the camera, staring at the camera with a dazed expression.

This is... Saku Le and Yukisuke accidentally took a picture when they were fiddling with their phones.

As soon as I finished thinking, a new letter arrived.

[Sorry, Saki Le and Yukisuke accidentally sent it to you while we were having dinner. ]

Knew it.

When she replied to Akutagawa, she glanced at the man beside her from the corner of her eye, and he closed his eyes again and buried his head in the pile of gray cloth strips. He hadn't rested for a long time, and his unhealthy face was even worse in the shadows.

She didn't speak anymore, and after sending the letter, she took out the notepad from her pocket, opened it and looked at the densely written notepad, and she revisited the excerpted sentences word by word.

Her former pen pal suggested that she accumulate like this every day. To be honest, she didn't know if it was useful for her novel writing.Having read many books, excerpted many sentences, and recorded the sentences that flashed every day, is she preparing for writing novels like this?

She was still thinking, is she really qualified to write someone's life now?

The author has something to say: The second update _(:з」∠)_ is still asking for comments.

The next chapter opens the Ikebukuro copy, and the main story begins.