On the Possibility of Zai He with Black Time

When they walked back to the apartment where Odasaku lived, holding one end of the plastic bag in one hand, Odasaku had already brought the children to him and waited for them by the door for a while.

The red-haired young man leaning against the doorpost was holding a cigarette between his fingertips. From his expression, it was not obvious that he was thinking about something. He seemed to just find a place to rest his eyes at random, and quietly stared at the scenery on the horizon.

He has quit smoking for a long time, but now he has made such a behavior useless.

During the interval between heaving and puffing, the sporadic flames at the end of the cigarette became more dazzling, and the bitter hazy smoke permeated the air from time to time, slowly blurring the outline of his face. A phantom made it impossible for anyone to see his mood clearly.

However, he obviously hasn't forgotten the fact that he exists in reality. The keenness of the former professional killer made him notice the footsteps of the two getting closer, and he quickly turned his head away.

When the figure of two people walking side by side carrying a plastic bag appeared in his eyes, Odasaku's expression was slightly dazed, and then he took the initiative to crush the cigarette butt in his hand, nodded to them, and walked over out of habit. Ye took their bags from his hands.

"Let me do it." He bowed his head and said.

The place where Oda lives is an apartment facing the sea. Every day when you open the window, you can hear the sound of the waves in the wind. From the perspective of a man whose dream is to write, this is indeed an ideal creative environment .

If the future can be as it is now, the day when the dream is close may not be too far away.

Walking into Odasaku's residence, there were already five little radish heads making a fuss. It was the first time for them to visit their adoptive father's house. They couldn't hide their excitement for a while, holding toys in the hall Running back and forth gave Odasaku a bit of a headache.

It's just his expression that makes it impossible to see his troubles at all.

Seeing that it was almost time for lunch, Shimoba sorted out the ingredients in the bag and brought them into the kitchen, wanting to finish the lunch dishes first, Dazai, who was unwilling to leave her side, excitedly expressed that he could help, but was rejected Shuangye was ruthlessly driven out of the kitchen.

"You guys don't want to let me step into the kitchen again."

Shimoba, who was once poisoned by Osamu Dazai's Vitality Chicken Pot, still has a fresh memory of the original shadow. In order to prevent him from making trouble, Shimoba also solemnly asked Oda who didn't know what happened: "Sakunosuke, watch him, don't let him run around secretly."

Odasaku scratched the back of his head blankly, glanced at Dazai who pouted dissatisfiedly, then at Shimoba who was indifferent, finally analyzed the pros and cons, and decided to obey her obediently: "Oh."

After all, the right to control what the group of them had for lunch today was still in Shuangye's hands.

Oda Saku said that when he saw people not letting them run around, he really looked at people not letting them run around, as if he completely regarded Dazai as a child who had no ability to act independently, and he would do his duty wherever Dazai's body turned Dutifully where to turn the eyes.

It made Dazai reassure him again and again: "Odasaku, you don't have to be so obedient, I promise you will never sneak into the kitchen!"

After hearing this, Oda Saku felt the same, and nodded trustingly: "That's good, otherwise it will be very difficult for me in front of Shimoba."

When it came to the switch of Shuangye, the two men inexplicably turned on the silence at the same time.

From the kitchen, the sound of vegetables being cleaned in the sink and the intermittent cutting of the blade on the chopping board can be heard in the distance, and the laughter of children playing in the next room can also be faintly heard, but there seems to be an erection between the two sitting opposite each other across the coffee table. Formed a layer of enchantment, creating an unspeakable tranquility.

In the end, Oda Saku, who was still the owner of the house, got up first to break the embarrassment.

"I'll get you something to drink, what do you want to drink?"

Dazai was slightly stunned, then shook his head: "Just be the same as Odasaku."

Oda nodded knowingly, without saying anything, turned around and went to the refrigerator to fetch a few cans of drinks.

What is the purpose of meeting here today? The two of them tacitly expected it in their hearts, and there was only one missed opportunity.

The wine mixed with soda water was poured into glasses and placed in front of each other. Dazai took a sip before putting down the glass absent-mindedly, as if thinking about the opportunity to speak.

"Odasaku...do you still remember the woman I liked that I mentioned to you in Lupine?"

Dazai, who suddenly mentioned the past, didn't look directly at the other party, but just lowered his eyes and flicked the rim of the cup with his fingernail, making a crisp 'ding' sound.

"My mind hasn't changed until now...ah, if Ango was here, he would definitely complain about me being such an affectionate person."

Dazai, who complained on his own, laughed self-deprecatingly when he said this, but then quickly put away his smile and lowered his voice: "But it's a pity that it's true, just because I'm glad to have experienced so many things , let me realize the fact that I can't let go of her at all."

Odasaku seemed to understand what he wanted to say, was silent for a long time, and then asked, "Is that person Shimoba?"

Dazai pursed his light-colored thin lips, and after a few seconds of repeated entanglement, he finally said sadly in this gloomy atmosphere: "Sorry, Oda Tsukuru."

During the silence created by each of them, the bubbles suspended in the transparent glass floated up from the bottom one after another, rising above the water surface and making subtle sounds.

The truth that I want to avoid is finally ushered in the fate of breaking in this picture.

At this moment, Odasaku felt that his confusion and guesses were completely clarified, and the voice of "it really is like this" echoed in his heart, he was a little relieved, but also a little indescribably melancholy.

"Although I guessed it would be like this early in the morning, I was a little surprised when I heard it with my own ears..."

Dazai seemed to want to explain this, so he couldn't help but hastily raised his head and said to his friend: "Odasaku, you believe me, I didn't know before..."

"It's ok."

However, the warm voice of the red-haired young man in front of him interrupted him, Dazai looked over in a daze, and found that the expression of the young man at the end of his line of sight who said this sentence was far more peaceful than he thought.

"It's okay, I believe you." Oda Saku didn't show much pain on his face, he took a sip of wine, and his tone seemed to be calmly stating facts that had nothing to do with him: "Also, look at Shimoba I really like the way you look, so I'm relieved."

The light blue beard stubble has emerged from his chin again recently, and he looks a little depressed because he didn't have the time to take care of it. It reminds him of his appearance when he first met him.

Dazai, who knew very well what was going on, felt his mood wandering in depression for no reason at this moment.

However, compared to his current difficult mood, Oda Saku showed a helpless smile, and in turn comforted him: "You don't have to mind that much, I won't take it to heart."

He really wouldn't take it to heart, after all, he had already made sufficient mental preparations before today came.

To blame can only be blamed on himself, never doing the right thing at the right time in time, but meeting the right person at the wrong time.

Mistakes are actually fate in another sense. Fate has decided that he is not the predestined person he loves.

"Shimoba is fine." Oda Saku said while drinking from the cup, and he knew this better than anyone else.

"There is much more in her heart than what is shown on the surface, and she is also softer. At the same time, she is still a child who is very afraid of loneliness."

"Actually, I knew it back then...Shuangye had been expecting someone to bring her out of that dark place, but I didn't do it..."

"But now with you by her side, everything will be fine." Odasaku smiled bitterly, then shook his head, looked thoughtfully at the black-haired boy in front of him, and made a soft voice Persuasion: "Don't leave her side easily, what she has is running out."

Dazai opened and closed his lips repeatedly, and remained silent for a long while, before finally hearing his dry voice from his throat: "Odasaku...do you believe I can do it?"

In other words, could he really give up the opportunity to give Shuangye happiness so easily?

Obviously in comparison, Odasaku is obviously far better than him who was still clamoring to commit suicide before, which is one of the reasons why he keeps hesitating between letting go and struggling.

However, Oda Saku nodded to him without hesitation, and at this moment, the corners of his eyes curled up helplessly, as if giving him the power to break through his painful shackles.

"Because you are Dazai."

Besides, the most important thing in this relationship is who Shuang Ye really likes. From the moment her heart was occupied by someone, the ending has already been determined.

After all, this is a story that does not belong to him.

"Shuangye is a girl worthy of love." Odasaku showed a relieved expression. He raised his hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally gently placed his palm on the top of the young boy's head, rubbing the fluffy hair on it. Smooth black hair.

"Don't underestimate yourself, you are just like her, a child worthy of being loved, Dazai."

……

The aroma of the dishes gradually wafted from the kitchen, forming an invisible streamer and flowing into the living room.

When the dishes for seven people were almost done, Shimoba grabbed the door frame of the kitchen and called out: "Dazai, come here and serve the dishes."

Although she couldn't let this kitchen killer come in to help, she was not at all soft-hearted in calling out her boyfriend when she brought the final product out. Soon, the obedient voice of a clingy spirit came from afar.

"Okay~" Dazai responded cheerfully, and at this moment, he had another chance to show his clingy nature. He quickly got up on the sofa, and rushed into the kitchen like a big dog having a good time. Ri hugged her from behind.

"Is it all right?" Frost Leaf didn't break away from his hug, just lowered her head and turned on the switch of the sink, letting the water wash her hands.

Dazai understood what she was asking, closed his eyes and tightly wrapped his arms around her waist, and lightly kissed the back of his precious treasure with his thin lips, as if engraving his own imprint lightly.

"It's all right." His words seemed to be a tactful sigh, but they were deeply implemented in his heart.

After a moment of tenderness, Dazai finally opened his eyes, showed a smile without haze, rubbed his forehead attached to his lover, and then put his hand around her back.

"Little Shuangye, let me untie your apron for you~"

After all, it was his woman's clothes, so of course he had to take it off with his own hands!

In fact, Japanese people don’t pay much attention to lunch. Students and office workers generally choose to buy bread and instant bento, or order takeaway, but it’s rare to have the opportunity to bring all the children here. In contrast, it should be nutritionally balanced and rich.

Most children like to eat sweet tamagoyaki, croquettes, or pork cutlets that are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, but because the children are precocious and sensible, they will eat a little of each dish , and then blew a hundred-character rainbow fart on Frostleaf who made this meal.

Compared with the considerate and sensible little angels, the older child next to Shuangye is much more difficult to deal with. He is very picky eater and only eats one kind of food - that is what Shuangye personally picked for him.

"There are so many people, don't push me too hard—" Shuangye just wanted to teach him a lesson, when he heard Xingsuke next to him suddenly yelled and couldn't help but spit out the potatoes in his mouth, and said tearfully: "Wow! Why is this potato stew so salty?"

Seeing this, Shuang Ye had to turn around and hand him a glass of water to quench his thirst. Then she picked up the plate of potato stew with her chopsticks and tasted a piece. Three seconds later, she also vomited it out, and fixed her eyes expressionlessly. Next to him was Osamu Dazai with an innocent face.

"What did you put in the dishes when you served them?" Shuang Ye put down the chopsticks, and at this moment the aura all over her body was as cold as winter.

Dazai rubbed his arms, and was pitifully forced to make a confession: "I poured that bag of monosodium glutamate into it..."

"..."

"...Ahhh, how can you hit me, little frost leaf! It's still in front of so many children and Odasaku! Odasaku, what are you talking about!"

"It's useless for you to file a complaint with Sakunosuke! He has already promised to accept me as the sixth child. Even if you come again in this family, you will only be the seventh child!"

"...What! If you like this kind of sibling setting, you can tell me earlier, Sister Shuangye?"

So because a guy with the youngest mental age present performed online again, a unilateral beating between couples broke out again, messing up the whole dining table, but it was more than the memory of every shared meal in the past. More lively and warm.

Odasaku, who was quietly taking a panoramic view of the scene of getting along in front of him, suddenly felt that the corner of his clothes was being pulled.

"Oda Tsukuru, eat, eat—" Sakule, who was only three years old, shouted childishly, and then pushed the plate of curry in front of him with her small hands.

Through Saku Le's reminder, Oda Saku realized that he hadn't moved his chopsticks yet, he couldn't help rubbing her head with a relaxed expression, and took the initiative to take the plate of curry, "Okay, thank you."

He lowered his head and took a sip, and as he swallowed, the delicious curry, as hot as underground magma, immediately quenched the thirst in his throat.

——It turns out that everyone already knows his favorite taste.

Odasaku suddenly laughed, he raised his head, and stared at the joyous scene in front of him with one hand resting on his chest, something gradually faded from the tea-brown eyes reflecting the boy and girl.

If you look into it carefully, it may be some indifferent regrets.

In short, for him, everyone is here, which is probably the best time in the world.

The author has something to say: The happy life of a family of seven (?)

Well, let Oda Saku swallow this knife, Baixue is really over!

Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

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