[Comprehensive] Daily life of the retired savior

Get rid of this guy again, and my life is still regular and peaceful... probably.Osamu Dazai is like an unfamiliar stray cat—he can’t tell when he will show up with wounds from fighting with other wild cats. Lazily basking in the sun, while looking at me, the temporary owner, provocatively.When I treat his wound well, this guy will swagger, straighten up and leave the cat food without any shame... What the hell did I do, what kind of unknown thing is this?

When the black-haired boy didn't show up, I would go to part-time jobs if I could find a job, and if I couldn't find a job, I would just hang out in the shrine and read and play with cats, and I would go to the curry shop to grab a meal from time to time.

Mr. Oda, who often appeared there, became very interested in my book. He said that he once read a very interesting novel, which directly changed the trajectory of his life:

"Earlier, my career in the company was not very good, but I never realized it. Until I read that novel, I suddenly had another expectation for life... If I can, I want to use my own ideas Complete that unfinished novel... so even the content of the work has been adjusted." Mr. Oda put down the spoon, and there was a sense of satisfaction in his tone that he hadn't noticed. No pursuit, but more real than anyone else.

"What did you do?" I like this kind of inspirational story the most, and I hurriedly urged him to tell it. Mr. Oda said "Oh": "Probably... a cleaner or something. But Now I have turned to work as a mediator, I should..."

"Huh? Is that so, that novel must be very good."

No, what I want to say is is there really such a big gap between cleaners and mediators?What does it mean that even the trajectory of life has changed!

"It is indeed a good book. It's a pity that the final ending is gone."

Every expression of Mr. Oda is telling the pain and entanglement of the readers of the article. I immediately expressed my willingness to lend him all my reference books to support his ambition to actively fill in the pit: "If you want to write a novel, the first is character creation. , The first is the plot arrangement. With these two points, it is a good novel. Of course, all of this is based on the description technique or the writing style. Classical literature is always a more suitable model. The longing for things is the same."

Let me give an example of "Manyoshu" that can save my life: "Although most of them are full of lingering love poems, they also reveal the different states of mind of the authors - there are different kinds of happiness, and there are also various kinds of sadness. A different kind of grief."

Mr. Oda agreed with my opinion, but he said that he has not thought about such a profound place yet: "I haven't decided what to write, I only have a hazy idea. Probably, when I figure out what to write When the time comes, you will need these books.”

"No problem, I'll keep it for you, so you can save a lot of money. I heard that many literary giants are in financial distress, you have to prepare first." I smiled at him with a spoon in my mouth, and this guy thought for a while Immediately nodded very seriously: "Then I will trouble you, thank you."

So you already consider yourself a literary giant without even touching a single word? !

Although Mr. Oda said that he works in a formal company, I still think he is probably a part-time job for others, otherwise he would not be able to go to the curry shop every now and then.Sometimes he would even be very confused and ask me about interpersonal relationships, such as why the wife hits the mistress instead of the man who failed her... um... this is a very thought-provoking question.

"I really don't understand what the ladies are thinking... I just told her that if it doesn't work, I should beat that man to vent my anger, but the two of them turned around and yelled at me together." His expression and tone The same innocent, so innocent that I can already imagine the person who faced him trembling with anger.

"So what kind of company do you work for! This kind of workplace environment is too dangerous!"

I collapsed on the bar with the cat in my arms and was out of breath laughing.

It's not how funny this incident is, but Mr. Oda's confused description made me laugh inexplicably.

"As far as the workplace environment is concerned, it is indeed a bit dangerous. The boss is not in good health and has a bad temper recently. Fortunately, I am just an ordinary employee, and my life is easier."

He answered honestly.

I lay on the bar counter very puzzled: "Since this is the case, have you never thought about changing jobs?"

"Ah... Changing jobs, you didn't think about what you didn't say, but you didn't know what to do. I have been working in this company for many years, and I really never thought about leaving."

"It seems that Mr. Oda is very humane. A company that obviously has no future is so persistent."

"It can't be said that it will never leave, and the company can't say that it has no future..."

He looked a little confused, and then changed the subject and asked me to go out as little as possible. I heard that the outside has been chaotic recently, and ordinary people may be injured walking on the road.

I took his kindness and said that even if I work part-time, I will definitely pay attention to safety.

A few days later, when I was once again wearing a Pikachu shell and standing on the street handing out leaflets, I finally saw what it means to be "chaotic".

A good shopping mall exploded when it said it would explode, and the boss who paid my salary was crushed under the rubble and bleeding profusely.I took him out with great difficulty, and braved the hail of bullets from two groups of men in black to drag him out of the shopping mall and send him to the hospital for emergency treatment. After the doctor announced that the boss was out of danger, his family rushed over after hearing the news.It took me a while to get away from the people who kept thanking me, and by the time I got out of the hospital it was completely dark.

Yokohama at night is a hundred times more dangerous than during the day. I didn't know that I would encounter so many violent incidents on the same street at the same time, just like someone's last madness.

Finally, I saw the god floating in the air...

No, strictly speaking, it wasn't floating. There was a rock he dug out from nowhere under his feet.The teenager who had met once once surrounded a group of men in black by himself.

Well, I didn't make a typo, the kid Chuya Nakahara did surround a group of adults in black suits by himself.

Today's teenagers... have all reached this level? !It seems that I have really fallen behind...

I followed the example of innocent passers-by and quickly hid in the bunker. While listening to all kinds of unimaginable beating sounds outside, I especially wanted to ask Mr. Newton how he felt at this time.

Newton: Go!The coffin board is almost smashed by you, I don't feel it!District [-] is out of my control!

It took a while outside to restore the quietness that should have been at night, and the smell of blood permeated the air.I hated this smell, and covered my nose and secretly stretched my head out to see if it was safe. A black shadow suddenly appeared above my head: "It's you! I felt a little familiar just now. Didn't I warn you not to come out at night, you're looking for death!" "

The boy stood on the bunker where I was hiding and looked down. I think I understand why he always likes to talk to people from a higher place, and I would like it too.

The superiority brought by altitude.

"Um... I sent someone to the hospital for emergency treatment before, only to find it was dark when I came out." I despised the security situation in Yokohama, stood up and walked out of the hiding place: "This is too messy, social unrest will lead to economic The decline of people's livelihood is not a good thing for any manager."

"Societies that fail to generate value and profit will gradually shrink and collapse, the lower levels will disintegrate, and the appendages built on it will be annihilated."

I glanced at the mess on the ground, lifted my feet carefully to avoid the spilled blood, and stepped on the shrapnel and sand to move to unaffected places.

Zhong Yuanzhong also jumped down and followed. I guess he rolled his eyes: "What are you talking about? Keep it simple."

"Ah, it's okay. So, philosophy is the product of leisure, it doesn't matter if you don't understand." I just said the emotion that suddenly appeared in my mind, and after I finished speaking, I felt that these should not be a 16-year-old What the girl thinks about.

"I think you are too idle. You are still hanging out so late, hurry up, I will take you back." He passed me and walked in front, the light of the street lamp reflected a warm color on the boy's orange hair , It seemed a bit too warm in the early summer night.I sighed and followed without saying anything.

Everyone lives in a different way, what can I say?

Maybe I was more exciting than him when I was alive, maybe that's a thing.

"There's some blood on the clothes, don't you need to clean them up?"

"No, it's not mine anyway."

"Oh."

We walked side by side along the seaside road, and the sea breeze blew from the ocean to the land with a fishy smell, blowing my stupid hair around, so that I always raised my hand to pull it back to stay with other hair.Zhong Yuanzhong also laughed at me for growing a head on top of the dumb hair, so angry that I raised my hand and threatened to beat him.

"Okay, you'll be at the shrine when you walk up, don't wander around foolishly in the future." He sent me to the small road leading to the shrine and left. I noticed that his hands were always stuffed in his pockets, even if Jumping up and down and fighting with people before, I haven't taken it out, have you been injured?

"Is it okay for you to go back alone so late? There are spare rooms in the shrine. You can stay until dawn tomorrow."

Of course I know that Zhong Yuanzhong can surround others by himself, but it has nothing to do with me worrying about him.In any case, Chuya is still a relatively simple and straightforward minor. If he does not attack directly but uses traps and traps in a roundabout way, it will not be difficult to capture this young man.

For the sake of the similar hair color, I still cherish our friendship...it should be friendship, right?

Who knows that Zhongyuan Zhong also turned around as if he saw some strange talk, "Huh?", his face full of disbelief: "Did you make a mistake? Inviting a man who has only met twice to stay overnight, do you still have basic precautions?" Heart!"

I scanned him up and down with a gaze that can be described as "pity", and I couldn't help but complain: "Stupid Oudou Dou, do I need to remind you that you are only 14 years old? No matter in what sense Speaking of which, you can't even use the word man to describe yourself... I think you have a great misunderstanding of yourself."