[Comprehensive] Martyrdom is not a good civilization

The maple leaves in late autumn are dyed intoxicating red, and the sultry heat before the autumn rain is swept away. It is so refreshing that people want to sit on the balcony, enjoy the breeze and read a book for a day while holding tea.

Maybe going out to climb mountains is also a good choice.

I looked at the scenery outside the window, my leisurely thoughts were blown away, I lowered my head and continued to struggle with the drawing.

"Buzz."

[Editor Minase: I'm almost at your house, and I bring great news!By the way, how is the sketch of the little boss? 】

Sketch?The good news suddenly didn't want to know.

I turned off the phone screen and stuffed it back into my pocket, pretending nothing happened.Since becoming one of the shareholders of the magazine, Editor Minase has been more diligent in urging manuscripts.

In particular, I don't like procrastinating drafts. She found that the more she urged, the more productive she was. She persevered in instilling in me that the artist's interests are connected with the boss. The reason why I work hard to paint is to earn money for myself.

Tsk, I actually think it makes sense.

"Tuk Tuk."

"Good afternoon, little boss." Minase handed me a small cake and greeted me with a bright smile.

I closed the door and pulled Minase to sit on the sofa, and looked at her with a serious expression: "Good afternoon, don't oppress me anymore, Miss Minase."

"There is a big holiday at the end of this article, so finish early and rest early!"

"And then go to bed early and work early?"

"That's right."

Minase's attitude towards me is no longer the cautious attitude she used to be, and now the elder sister feels good about taking care of her younger sister.Although she often urges manuscripts, she always sends me some health tips to urge me not to stay up late. This is a way she cares about.

I handed the drawing to Minase, pouting and complaining in a low voice: "The devil who persecutes the underage, instills in me the self-cultivation of a social animal every day, touch your conscience."

"It's fine." Minase glanced quickly and nodded in satisfaction, "The emotional expression is more mature, Ayako is awesome!"

"Don't blow me up, I will float away." I picked up the teacup and took a sip reservedly.

In fact, I was hinting crazily—keep boasting, don’t stop!

It's a pity that editor Minase didn't receive my hint. She nodded to show her understanding: "Okay, Ayako, you can continue to work hard, and you can do better."

"..."

Seeing my puffed-up face, Minase almost made her laugh out of shape: "Hahahaha! No blowing, Ayako, you are really great!"

"uh-huh."

"By the way, Ayako, where did you get the talent? That Mr. Oda has a mature style of writing and has his own characteristics. He should have signed the contract of sale in the first place!"

Not long ago, Odasaku signed a contract with Zhichun Magazine. He only signed manuscripts and not people. He himself still lives in Yokohama, and he just sent manuscripts with agreed themes on schedule.

"The contract of selling one's life is too much. Odasaku's ideal is to write novels."

"Then there will definitely be new writers born in the near future! I can see people very accurately with the look in your eyes."

"Looking at the eyes of the gods, to be honest, I also think that Mr. Odasaku will definitely be a literary master in the future."

Since merging with Dazai and his world, I found that a group of writers in the textbooks disappeared, and even the Fukuzawa Yukichi printed on the banknotes had changed.

This is also a great loss for modern literature.

"So confident, do you have a normal relationship with that Oda-san?"

"The relationship is so-so, he is my...cough, friend." I don't feel much when I mention Dazai to my peers, but I feel an inexplicable sense of shame when I mention it to editor Minase.

Minase didn't know why, and asked hesitantly after thinking for a moment: "...cough, what is it?"

"It's a boyfriend!"

"Huh? Ayako, are you out of order? Back then, such a young girl..."

"That's not the point. Sister Minase, what is the big surprise you mentioned earlier?" I quickly changed the subject, and Minase, a single dog who always focused on work, really fell for the trick.

Minase's expression was like throwing a stone into the water, and she instantly became lively. She grabbed my hand and said excitedly, "This is the point of me coming to you!"

The fruity perfume on Minase smelled good, I sniffled and repeated her words: "The point?"

"Yes! Ayako, your submission has been shortlisted for the top eight in the national youth group awards! Many judges are optimistic about your victory!"

Blood surged from my heart all the way, my cheeks were flushed, and I felt like I was in a dream: "Really!"

"Really! Ayako, you have got rid of the past, you are really good now, super good!!" Minase was more excited than me, she hooked my neck with sparkling eyes.

I hugged Minase tightly, feeling like I was about to jump up happily, it felt really good to be recognized.

"Click."

"I'm back~"

The door lock was unlocked, and I knew Dazai was back.Excited, I didn't turn the corner straight, I got up and wanted to rush to hug him, but my feet got caught in the slippers, and I fell on Minase.

"hiss!"

"Well……"

I pressed my head against Minase's chest, feeling the suffocation from my big sister.

"Little Ayako...?" Dazai's voice trembled a little, he complained, "Xiao Ayako, look at my hair, it's green!"

I ignored the idiot Dazai, covered my sore nose and stretched out my hand to pull Minase up, and asked super softly, "Are you alright, Miss Minase?"

"I...it's fine." Minase stood up with difficulty, I think she wanted to cover her chest that had been hit hard, but it was not convenient for her to be here with Dazai.

I turned around to find Dazai looking at us in shock.

"?"

I looked at Dazai blankly, there seemed to be something warm in my nasal cavity, I subconsciously reached out to rub it.

"Little Ayako, don't move!" Dazai rushed up and pinched my nose, pushing me to the sink.

So I put a wet towel on my head, and I looked so embarrassed with a ball stuffed in my nose.

Dazai doesn't know how to take care of people, he hurriedly handed me towels and tissues.Also, this guy's life is irregular, and it's his vitality that he didn't take care of himself.

"Sister Minase, although it's not necessary, I still have to explain..." I'm definitely not a pervert who buries her breasts and gets nosebleeds! !

Minase glanced at her chest suspiciously, and forced a smile: "Since it's not necessary, there's no need to explain, Ayako, take a good rest."

"Okay Mizuse-san."

Minase nodded and left quickly.

I sat on the sofa and looked in the small mirror, with the napkin folded and stuffed up my nose. The girl in the mirror had a white strawberry-colored towel on her head, looking silly.

"Crack-"

"Dazai, you didn't turn off the flash for taking pictures." I jumped out of the cross above my head and punched Dazai on the arm.

"Oh good, close next time." Dazai smiled at me indifferently.

"Delete the ugly photos for me!" I was a bit at a loss for words, Dazai pretended to be stupid and no one could wake him up.

"Look, little Ayako, she's not ugly."

Dazai handed over his mobile phone, and I looked at the mirror bitterly on the lock screen, revealing a long strip of napkin stuffed into my nose.

If it is made into an emoticon package with "I am beautiful today" and "Did you see it, this is the result of failing the exam", it may become popular on the Internet.

"Okay, it's not ugly."

I can't say I'm ugly, so I pulled out the tissue paper and threw it into the trash can, and reached out to Dazai, "One more, thank you."

Dazai worked hard to roll up the tissue, and put it in my palm obediently.

"What was Ayako doing just now?"

"I'm just a little excited to hear the good news, don't worry, your hair is still black." I patted Dazai's head indifferently, "What's green, even if it's green, I can't be green in front of him right?"

"Really, I also look in the mirror." Dazai hugged me, put his face on my shoulder and looked in the mirror with me.

The pointy chin with no sensuality rested on the shoulder, and I rubbed Dazai's face with my backhand: "Why didn't you grow any flesh, did you sneak picky eaters while I was going to school during the day?"

Dazai blinked innocently first, the emotion in the eyes in the mirror was especially clear, and the flash of guilty conscience made me realize instantly.

Seeing that he couldn't get away with it, Dazai buried his face and rubbed against my neck: "I didn't~"

"You are perfunctory. Probationary boyfriend, let me count how long we have been dating, and you start to perfunctory me."

I wrung my fingers and started counting like chanting sutras. After listening for a while, Dazai took my hand and said, "Xiao Ayako has worked hard on painting, I will rub it for you."

"Green peppers tonight."

"Ok."

"And carrots."

"……no problem!"

"Okay, you knead." I leaned into Dazai's arms, stuffed my two hands to him, and seriously thought about the menu for the evening.

Dazai usually didn't go back upstairs to sleep until before going to bed at night. At other times, we either sat in the same place and went about our business, or we got tired of being together.

Before I fell in love, I never thought that I would be so patient with a person, chatting about sesame-sized things every day, and never getting tired of it.

"How about stir-fried green peppers with carrots tonight?"

"It's all up to Ayako to decide."

"it is good."

I cook occasionally, and Dazai does the dishes.Most of the time, Dazai is trying dark cooking, trying to make meals that do not allow people to see the end of bliss.

As a boyfriend, he has worked very hard, so I decided to reward Dazai: "Well, let's make another crab roe tofu tonight."

"Little Ayako, what kind of angel are you?" Dazai rubbed his head against my cheek with Xingxing eyes, and his voice was soft.

I rubbed back on Dazai's face a couple of times, my tone was completely different from that of expression: "Are angels so worthless? Even if you praise me, you still have to eat what you should eat."

"This angel is so cruel."

"I can be a little more cruel - I'm going back to Yinggu's house tomorrow, and Chunqi is thinking about me."

"How long?" Dazai suddenly puffed up his cheeks, and grabbed me childishly.

I scratched my cheeks and counted the time: "Three to five days? One week? Recently, Sakuragu Asami seems to have had a conflict with Sakuragu Yoichi."

"It's better for Ayako to ask me about this matter sooner."

"Why, what do you know about the inside story?"

"Several mistresses that Ying Gu Youyi had fixed have gone to Mrs. Ying Gu."

"... mistress?" I held back my swearing, I don't doubt the authenticity of Dazai's source.But this subverted my perception of Sakuragu Yoichi. I always thought he was a person who put everything on the balance of interests for the benefit of the family, but his private life was quite clean.

"Yes." Dazai patted my head, "Little Ayako, don't be angry."

"I'm not angry, are you free tomorrow?"

"Little Ayako thinks, I have it."

"I want to. Come with me to piss Ying Gu Yang Yi to death!" I am so angry now that I even want to jump up and grab Ying Gu Yang Yi and beat him up.

Dazai's voice was eager to make trouble, and his tone was cheerful: "As you wish, Miss Ayako~"