[Comprehensive] Martyrdom is not a good civilization

May 5 xxxx

I often feel lonely, but I never yearn for death.To be alive is to be alive, a word that seems to me impractical in itself.

The meaning of living under death——what Mr. Dazai pursues is probably hard to find.

Speaking of it, the acquaintance of Mr. Dazai and I was a miracle—let’s just say, Mr. Dazai picked up the drift bottle thrown by my so-called best friend who was playing house with my little cousin, and of course it was not that simple.

According to Mr. Dazai himself, he was trying to commit suicide by diving into the water. When he was up and down alone in the river, he picked up the drifting bottle that I passed through the wall of the dimension. The bottle was disintegrated by his special ability—disqualification in the world as soon as it hit his hand. .

The small note fell on the wet hand, stained with water.It is really not easy for Mr. Dazai to successfully contact me through the contact information blurred by the river.

In the blink of an eye, we have known each other for two years, and Mr. Dazai's birthday is still more than a month away. Time flies so fast.

My little cousin was jealous that I had found my best friend so quickly, and once hid in a corner and secretly ate lemons.Well, in fact, I have a lot of doubts about the phrase "best friend of the soul".

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Recently, the frequency of candy bottles appearing inexplicably has become higher. Mr. Dazai said that this is probably my supernatural ability.

Although I don't understand it, it shouldn't be a big deal.

The style of the bottle is exquisite and compact, but it is very distressing to accumulate a bunch.

May 5th...

I closed the diary, took out my cell phone and sent a message to Mr. Dazai.

【Mr. Dazai, please send me a photo? 】

I stared at the phone screen, thinking about adding another one.

[Appearance description can also be w] At the end, there is a Q version of a kitten holding a fish emoticon package.

emmm...would it be rude to ask suddenly?

【Mr. Dazai: The photo... Is Ayako trying to surprise me? 】

【Mr. Dazai: The cat chases its tail and turns in circles.gif】

【Mr. Dazai: xxx.jpg】

Alas?

I clicked on the photo sent by Mr. Dazai. The boy with black hair and iris pupils was wearing a black suit with a childish face.

I probably know that there is a difference between a boy's selfie and a girl's selfie, but is the photo with a bandage on half of the face and a bottom-up angle serious?It is really convincing that it can still be so good-looking from the perspective of death.

[! !Surprised, my little friend is so beautiful! 】

[It's a birthday present, but it's a secret for now.Although there is no way to deliver it to Dazai-san through the Dimensional Wall, I will prepare it well! 】

【Mr. Dazai: Really?I am looking forward. 】

【Mr. Dazai: After all, I am also the best friend of a young and beautiful girl~】

【Mr. Dazai: The little rabbit gnaws on the radish.gif】

【Alas!Skip this stalk and we are still good friends! 】

There is no doubt that Mr. Dazai and I are separated by a dimension wall. Although Mr. Dazai's full name is Osamu Dazai, he is not the same person as the writer Osamu Dazai I know.

In awe of the name Osamu Dazai, I have never been able to address Mr. Dazai by his name directly.

As for why you can use the line to chat across the dimensional wall, this is probably the will of the universe (Shanshou.

Last year, Mr. Dazai recorded ten bedtime fairy tales for me as a birthday present. Although the content has been changed in a mess, and the twists and turns of the plot can make my face black, it is completely unsuitable for contemporary lively and lovely middle school girls.

I compared the skin color of Mr. Dazai in the photo with ultra-light clay, and decided! This year, I will make a Q version of Mr. Dazai, and then draw a new portrait of Mr. Dazai.

I, Ayako Sakuradani, am really a little genius^~^

It's a pity that the birthday present cannot be delivered to Mr. Dazai himself.

I shook my head regretfully and stood up, looking at the gray night scene outside the window and stretching my body.

In the lonely night, I was like walking alone in the snow, letting the snowflakes fall and cover my whole body, cold and indifferent.