[Comprehensive] Daily life of the retired savior

Since Mr. Dazai picked me up from the subway station on this day, he has had a place at my dinner table.

It's not that I'm not strong enough to be fooled by beauty, but that this man fell to the ground and passed out as soon as he stepped into the gate of the shrine.I called Hiyori's elder brother to come over and take a look. I was sure it was due to severe lack of sleep, overwork and malnutrition. There was no good internal organs. I had to rest quietly for a period of time before I could get better...

In what age are there still people who are malnourished?Politicians should go to the TV station to apologize!

I arranged Mr. Dazai to take care of him in the guest room next to mine.Yato has a lot of opinions on this, but my family runs a shrine anyway, and it is impossible to drive out sick people, so before he recovered, he added a pair of chopsticks to the house.

He is really a very quiet person. Apart from eating and sleeping, he likes to sit on the porch to read a book or to be in a daze. Sometimes he can sit like this until late at night in Yato's yukata and a casual coat.

Several times when I woke up at night, I would see his shadow projected by the moonlight on my sliding door, empty and lonely, like a rock far away from the coast alone.

"Mr. Dazai, are you insomnia again?"

Every time I encounter this situation, I will open the door and call him softly. When he hears the call, he will turn around and look at me like a robot being restarted: "The moonlight is beautiful, I want to watch it for a while."

That being said, the person exudes an aura of "quickly coax me" all over his body.

What else can I do?Fortunately, it's still the end of summer and it's not cold outside, so I can only sit on the porch with my pillow and quilt and Yeats' poems I put on the bookshelf.

when you are old and grey and full of slee,

andnoddgbythefire,takedownthisbook,

and slowly read, anddrea of ​​the soft look

youreyeshadonce,andoftheirshadowsdee

hoanylovedyourontsofgdgrace,

andlovedyourbeautywithlovefalseortrue,

but one an loved the il gris you you

and loved the sorrow of your changg face

andbendgdownbesidetheglogbars,

urur, alittlesadly, howlovefled

andaceduontheountasoverhead

andhidhisfaceaidacrowdofstars

When I finish reading this poem slowly, the person on my lap will fall into a deep sleep, and sometimes reach out and grab the corner of my clothes like an insecure child.

Yato would often appear at this time, glaring viciously at the "wild boar" who had fallen unconscious, and then despised me with an expression of "hate iron but not steel".

"This guy is a vagrant, right? Don't you think about it?"

I blinked and looked at the brother who was picked up by my mother: "...I don't know how to love others, but Mr. Dazai reached out and held me, saying that he hopes I can love him, why don't you try?"

"Wake up!"

"...Then you can't pick up men from the trash can either!

Are you a recycle bin? "

"What are you talking about! Except for me, who in the family was not picked up!"

Yato shut up immediately, he was really picked up from the trash can by his mother.

"Forget it, if you want to raise it, you can raise it first, and if you don't like it, I'll throw him away for you. I paid a girl five yen to go out, and I lost a lot!"

He thought about it and turned around and closed the door in one go, as if he was afraid that I would drive him out first.

……

The work of the literary club was soon on the right track, probably because of my natural affinity, as long as I came to the door to urge manuscripts, I could return with more or less spoils no matter what.Senior Koyama confidently handed over more work of receiving manuscripts in the Yokohama area to me. Now I basically don’t need to stay in the office to do odd jobs, as long as I can send the manuscripts back every day.

The great increase in the freedom of work does not mean that my personal freedom has been liberated.I heard that I was going to go to other people's homes to collect manuscripts. Mr. Dazai insisted on going with me to be my bodyguard for free, regardless of his "delicate body and frail body".

Leaving aside the question of who of the two of us will be in danger and who will protect whom in danger, considering this Schrödinger's state of love, I think it's better not to hit my suitor.

It has been 18 years before a man came up to me and said he fell in love with me at first sight... I also want to save face, okay, I don't know where the next one will appear after driving away...

Originally, I thought that since he is an adult, there is always something like a driver's license, right?The family's broken car finally found Bole, but... Mr. Dazai not only does not have a driver's license, but his driving skills are also very impressive, and he will take me out of the roadblock every minute to return to the rhythm of nature.It forced me, a good boy, to learn to drive in one week, and dare to drive without a license in the second week.

"Don't worry Lixiang, as long as I sit here, no one will stop you for inspection."

Mr. Dazai sat on the co-pilot seat with a smile on his face. If I hadn’t ordered him not to take off his seat belt, he might have quarreled with the husky in another car sitting on the co-pilot through the window...

Why can you understand what it is saying, amazing Mr. Dazai!

"Oh? Lixiang brought back today's manuscripts? You've worked hard, go home early. Ah! Is your boyfriend still clinging to you? It's nice to be young... ahahahahaha."

Mr. Xiaoshan, who has been much more comfortable since I joined the company, was holding a thermos cup and smiled like a Bodhidharma when he saw me, without the airs of a senior.I handed him the file bag that I had sorted and packed a long time ago, and prepared to leave work with my laptop.

Before I could walk out of the office, Senior Xiaoshan called me from behind: "It just so happens that the time is almost up, why don't you go to Mr. Odasaku to remind you of this month's manuscript, and I will give you a holiday tomorrow, plus Saturday and Sunday, a total of three days." Prepare the things you need to go to college every day. Just bring the manuscript with you when you come here on Monday, and come to the office every Monday morning from next month. How about it?"

Of course it’s good to have a holiday, even if you don’t go out to play and watch TV at home, it’s also a good choice.

I promise to come down.

Thanks again for the care of senior Xiaoshan, he went downstairs with the computer and started the car, carrying his boyfriend in the direction of the Armed Detective Agency.

After walking fifteen or sixteen meters, I felt that something was wrong, so I stopped the car, unbuckled the seat belt under Mr. Dazai's puzzled gaze, jumped down and opened the hood.

The faint meowing of the kitten came from the car, which was exactly what I vaguely heard just now.

"Is it a cat?"

Dazai-san came over to take a look, took off his overcoat, rolled up his shirt sleeves and put his hand in.

He wanted to catch the cat out.

However, a cat like an animal doesn't want you to feel like it has a switch all over its body when you touch it, and it's useless to anyone.

The two of us just took out the hood and the other bent down to look at the bottom of the car. After half an hour, Mr. Dazai took out a skinny little black cat from the engine.

"It's a little girl, does Lixiang want to take her in?"

I leaned over to take a look, the kitten's faint eyes were inexplicable to Mr. Dazai's

similar.

"If Mr. Dazai doesn't hate it, you can stay. What is the name of this rare fate?"

Yukine had said long ago that she wanted to raise a cat, and Yato would "marry" to Hiyori's house anyway, so his opinion could be ignored.

"Just call Yuanzi, it sounds cute and obedient."

Then the obedient and lovely Miss Yuanzi gave the namer a paw.

There is no way, Mr. Dazai is afraid of pain, so I escorted him to the clinic for debridement and dressing, then showed the cat to the doctor, and set off again after drawing the conclusion that there was no need for vaccination.

On the way, Mr. Dazai and Ms. Sonoko had a battle of wits and courage, and the cat finally settled down obediently in his arms with its ears drooping, but with a disgusted expression on its face.

"Okay, here it is. Mr. Oda Sakunosuke of the Armed Detective Agency. Koyama-senpai said that if I become an official editor in the future, I may become the full-time partner of this teacher. He is interesting and interesting, and he should become that kind of editor. , a taciturn but extremely reliable good friend?"

"What do you think, Dazai-san?"

He laughed, with a contented expression: "This teacher Odasaku's sample book, can you give me a copy? I can't wait to see it first."

Ok?

I don’t seem to have mentioned Mr. Oda’s pen name is Oda Saku, right?

Why is Mr. Dazai so familiar with this magical phrase?

"Understood, tell the editor later that there will be an extra copy. Do you want to sign it?"

Mr. Dazai smiled and didn't say anything, he just stroked Miss Sonoko in his arms so that he was drowsy.

"Hey, Mr. Oda and I have an appointment to meet at the whirlpool cafe, do you want to go together? Or should I bring you something."

Mr. Dazai still smiled and touched the little black cat in his arms without speaking.

"Okay then, you stay in the car with Yuanzi, be good, and I'll bring you tiramisu. You can't drink coffee, or you'll suffer from insomnia at night."

He quietly listened to my explanation without any impatience, and then watched me walk into the coffee shop with heavy eyes and greet a red-haired man sitting in a booth.

……

"Huh? This time the manuscript was not broken but eaten by a tiger?"

I think Mr. Odasaku is cheating on me and I have evidence-whose tiger still eats other people's manuscripts, does the soul of Shiba Inu live in his heart?

Mr. Odasaku was in a cold sweat from embarrassment. Of course, I suspect that this is most likely caused by a guilty conscience.

"Well, even if the manuscript is eaten by a tiger... it doesn't matter, at least it proves that you have written the manuscript, right? The last manuscript has been reviewed, and the ending of this month will be collected and published soon. Because animals caused The loss is really a pity, it is better for us to remain the same for the time being, you dictate and I record, and bring the electronic file back."

The honest man who was bitten by me nodded and helped me plug in the power, and told the end of the story amidst the strong aroma of coffee——

"Man lives to redeem himself, and he will only find out at the end of his life."

I typed the word "END" under the last line, and I have already burst into tears without any image.Mr. Oda took two sheets of paper from the table and handed them to me, and I took them with a blushing face.

"Sorry, I made you laugh, it's really, really exciting!"

I wiped my eyes and was thinking about how I would describe this feeling to Mr. Dazai later, when the door of the coffee shop was pushed open, and a man in black with a black cat in his arms came in.

"Lixiang, you have been waiting for a long time, what happened?"

His smile is as clear as the sky unique to this season, and his eyes are shining.

I let go of the computer and wanted to grab his hand, but Mr. Oda stood up from the deck unexpectedly and stopped in front of me.

"The Hong Kong black leader Osamu Dazai, who was rumored to have committed suicide, suddenly appeared next to Ms. Fujimaru and cheated her trust...Why? She is just an ordinary minor, without any supernatural powers!"

Mr. Dazai stopped laughing,

The whole person fell into bottomless gloom.

I:"……"

"what?"

Why can I understand every word, but I can't understand what it means when put together?