[Comprehensive] Today's Yokohama is also very flat!

Dazai opened his eyes wide.

With his speed, he could completely dodge the drunken kiss.

But one second before he dodged, he didn't want to move for no reason, and let Yoko's kiss with tears fall on the corner of his lips.

The girl's lips were about to leave, as if she was satisfied after this kiss, she curled up on the bench, hiccupping while holding the wine bottle.

"It's really a sense of accomplishment... Hiccup!"

She's like a cat that's stumbling around after stealing a drink, but also satiated.

"If I ever had a cute girlfriend like you..." Dazai stretched out his hand and rubbed Yoko's head, and muttered softly, "The forgetting must not have been voluntary."

Yoko just rubbed back and forth, her hair was messed up, she tore off the small rubber band indiscriminately, and stuffed it into Dazai's hand.

"Ajiji, tie your hair~"

Dazai looked at the little shark's rubber band that was forcibly stuffed into his hand, with a complicated expression.

After a long time, he raised his lips and smiled.

"I don't know how to braid girls' hair."

"You will." Yoko turned his head and stared at him angrily, repeating unreasonably: "You will, you will, you will! You just know it!"

"Okay, I will."

Dazai reluctantly agreed, took out his mobile phone and tried to Google how to braid his hair, and put the small rubber band on his wrist.

He froze, a little surprised, and also looked at his wrist in a daze.

This action was so smooth, as if he had done it countless times before.

His expression froze for a moment, and his eyes sank.

This feeling of losing control...not good.

"What's your name?"

Dazai pursed his lips and asked while lowering his head to send an email to someone.

Yoko sniffed: "You are the same as Oda Saku, you used to call me Aheng."

"Aheng." Dazai repeated the name slowly, and asked again: "Do you know Odasaku?"

Yoko said aggrievedly: "Before you knew it, you are the mackerel monster that I fished out of the sea with Oda Saku."

She also wrinkled her nose: "The mackerel is not tasty, the soup is very fishy, ​​so it can only be fried in oil."

A certain word obviously stepped on a certain point of Dazai's thunder, he raised his head and raised his eyebrows: "Ah Heng knows you?"

"Hi, Chuya is also my best friend."

Dazai let out a "tsk" and said in a very disgusted tone, "Chuya? That's really intimate."

The two emails I sent earlier were answered quickly.

Dazai picked up his phone and stood up: "Where do you live now, I'll take you back."

——By the way, you can investigate this girl's home.

Speaking of going home, Yoko cried again.

"What kind of home do you want to go back to? I don't even have a home..."

As soon as she cried, Dazai had no choice but to sit down again, and asked patiently, "Where was your former home?"

"No. 001, Seaside Garden Concession Area." Yoko groaned, "We used to live together, as well as Odasaku and the children, but you don't even know me anymore."

"Have you already lived together?" Dazai squeezed his chin, thoughtfully: "Then did we—"

Halfway through the conversation, he disappeared with a bang.

In its place was a bandaged boy in a black suit and a windbreaker.

It is 14-year-old Osamu Dazai.

The boy appeared in a strange place, with a flash of vigilance and bewilderment in his eyes, he was taken aback when he saw the crying girl clutching his sleeve.

"Ten years later... Miss Yoko?"

"The black Ajiji?" The girl blinked, "Am I dreaming?"

The boy Dazai Osamu who didn't know much about the situation didn't speak, but glanced around first.

The calm and peaceful harbor, no chaos, no rush, looks very safe.

Before he could say anything, Yoko threw himself into a bear hug and almost fell on his back.

She leaned her face on the young Dazai's shoulder, and tears instantly soaked his windbreaker.

"This is the first time I've seen a lady cry." Dazai sighed, "I feel like I'm going to have psychological shadows from now on."

The girl cried very sadly.

"I know, you must remember me. It would be fine if you don't wake up from this dream."

The boy Dazai frowned, embraced Yoko, and patted her on the head gently.

"Don't cry, of course I remember, no one will forget Miss."

"But you still forget me, I don't want to like you anymore."

The boy's movements were startled, and his tone sounded very surprised: "Like it?"

"Well, I really like you." Yoko kissed him on the cheek with a nasal voice, and said coquettishly, "I really like my boyfriend Osamu Dazai."

The boy froze completely, as if he didn't know how to react for a moment.

Then, with a trill, he said, "I became your boyfriend? And then I forgot about you?"

He complained in disbelief: "What kind of scumbag behavior is this?"

Suddenly there was the rumbling sound of the locomotive engine behind the bench.

"Finally found you, what did you run before?!"

Nakaya got off the locomotive and walked over angrily. He was startled when he saw the young Dazai, and then exploded.

"Why are you here?!"

He stared wide-eyed, and pointed at the young man in disbelief: "Qingmao, are you cosplaying yourself? Wait, no——"

Even cos himself will not suddenly become younger.

"It's a decade bazooka."

After Dazai saw Chuya, he quickly regained his composure, and his tone accelerated several times: "Isn't Chuka Nakahara too? I only have 5 minutes and I don't have time to argue with you. I have a question—"

"Huh? What's your attitude?"

"—do you remember Miss Yoko?"

Chuya's tone was dissatisfied, as if he had taken gunpowder: "I remember more or less, I'm not you... I don't know what happened six years ago, everyone suddenly didn't remember that there was A Heng, I almost thought it was Something is wrong with my memory."

"It really is so." The young Dazai lowered his eyes and said thoughtfully: "Although I am reluctant to say what I want to say next, but for Miss Yoko..."

He raised his head and paused word by word: "Chuya Nakahara, take Miss Yoko away."

"what???"

"Take her away before I come back ten years later." Dazai stood up, with a flat tone: "Anyway, you are the only one who hasn't forgotten her, right?"

She will be sad no matter where she is now, she might as well follow the only person who remembers her.

Dazai was relentless in digging a hole for himself ten years later.

"That's what you said, you..."

Chuya frowned, looking up and down at the boy Dazai.

"Forget it, I don't want to explore your thoughts."

Chuya stretched out his hand, pulled a certain alcoholic over, and shook him: "Be sober, this guy is not your boyfriend, he is just a coward from ten years ago."

Dazai's eyes were not friendly: "Can you be more gentle?"

After drinking, Yoko went crazy, his head was bouncing, as if he was about to fall asleep.

"Tch, I don't need you to teach me."

Zhong also helped Yoko get on his motorcycle, and the two left without a trace.

Within 5 minutes, 14-year-old Hei Shizai figured out the "accident" ten years later, sent Yoko away, watched Zhongya's motorcycle disappear from sight with satisfaction, and disappeared again with a "bang".

The 24-year-old Osamu Dazai reappeared with a small rubber band in his hand.

Just now he braided Yoko's hair ten years ago, and felt that it felt good, and wanted to come back and do it again.

No, a hundred times is fine!

When he looked up, he realized that no one was there.

Only the wind from Yokohama Port blows coldly.

Dazai: "..."

Very good, as expected of him Dazai Osamu.