Two or three things about having a crush on Mr. Dazai

As soon as Zhong Yuan hit the ground, he wanted to push me away.

However, he hesitated halfway through the push—all the muscles in my body were in a state of relaxation, and if he let go, I would definitely fall to the ground.

Zhongyuan Zhong also said angrily: "Qiu, come down."

Me: "Mr. Zhongyuan... I have weak feet."

"Come down."

The Central Plains remains ruthless.

I lay on his back, tilted my head and closed my eyes.

I have a hunch that if I don't show my "drunk" state, I will definitely be beaten later.

"How much alcohol did you drink?!"

Zhong Yuan held my waist and cursed, and said angrily to the side, "What are you looking at, seeing idiots jumping off a building and getting drunk? The task has been completed, you can go."

Then came the footsteps of Hong Kong and Hei people leaving.

The surroundings became quiet, and Zhongyuan's strength to support me gradually loosened: "Don't think I won't leave you here."

I slipped to the ground along with his strength and half knelt down in front of him.

Soft feet are real.In mid-air, I was stunned by Zhong Yuan's yelling, and I forgot about opening nothingness, so I was directly brought down by him.

The feeling of being controlled by the gravity of the body is amazing, which is different from the state of completely breaking away from gravity when entering "nothingness".

I half-kneeled in silence, but this gesture couldn't calm Zhong Yuan's anger, he began to settle accounts: "What were you doing just now?!"

"I didn't do anything, I just jumped off the roof." I answered as obediently as possible.

"Just jumping off the roof?" Zhong Yuan sneered, "Is jumping off a building fun? Or is suicide fun?"

"No," I looked at him aggrievedly, "it's not suicide, I want to try the feeling of jumping off. I want to know when Mr. Dazai jumped off..."

"Mr. Dazai, Mr. Dazai, go eat x and you will eat x too?" Zhong Yuan said angrily.

"Uh." I tried to refute, "Mr. Dazai won't eat x..."

"What wouldn't you do for him?!"

"..."

I don't know how to answer this question.

Zhong Yuan leaned over, and his black gloves picked up my collar, lifting me off my knees.

His face was magnified before my eyes, his eyes were burning with icy fireworks, he gritted his teeth and said, "Qiu, I thought you would make some progress anyway."

The disappointment on Nakahara's face was the same as the day he told me about Dazai's defection, and his voice was even colder than that day.

It seemed like he didn't even bother to beat me up anymore, he just wanted to throw me here and pass by like passing through the air.

I suddenly realized that Zhongyuan had misunderstood something.

I opened my eyes that were a little sore from the wind, and looked up at him: "Have you forgotten my supernatural power?"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

My hands climbed onto the black gloves he was holding on to my neckline, held them lightly, and said sincerely: "I really just jumped off the building, and I won't die. If you didn't come, I would enter nothingness in the next second."

After all, it is the first time to experience free fall from such a high place, and I am also worried that I will not be able to grasp the timing, and I must activate the ability earlier to be safe.

"I just want to experience falling from a building, and I don't want to commit suicide."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

He was taken aback and blinked: "Oh."

So when Zhong Yuan "saved" me, he was so angry because he thought I was really committing suicide?

Zhong Yuan said unhappily: "So I interrupted you to look for exciting jumping activities in the middle of the night?"

"No." I rolled my eyes and smiled, "Thank you very much for your help."

The moment Zhong Yuan suddenly appeared in mid-air to catch me, apart from the accident, I was indeed deeply moved.

Zhong Yuan shook his hands, and muttered: "... laughing like this, you are really drunk."

I nodded and stretched out four fingers: "Yes, I drank five glasses."

Zhong Yuan: "Ha, drunkard."

I calmly raised my last finger: "You don't know, my mind is more flexible than usual when I'm drunk, but unfortunately only a hazy impression remains in my memory after sobering up."

"And these memories will all be remembered after I get drunk again."

Zhong Yuan asked with interest: "Oh, what did you do when you were drunk?"

"Taping the table at the bar to ask for milk, holding Mr. Dazai's hand to express his love to him, telling others about being scolded, writing love letters with the help of alcohol... Also, experience the thrill of falling from a building late at night."

I said melancholy: "I was very frightened, my feet were still weak after landing, and falling with my back to the ground was more scary than I imagined."

"Pfft." Zhong Yuan was amused by me, "Stupid."

"I won't commit suicide again, until I meet Mr. Dazai."

I stood up and leaned against the black lamppost, looking at the long silent shadows of me and Zhongyuan on the ground.

"If Takeshita-kun is still alive, tell him this when you are in trouble: A good boy knows how to be patient; when I am not around, he must learn to grow up by himself; take good care of yourself, Qiu."

I repeated what Dazai said word for word. I have heard these few sentences countless times, and I am very familiar with every intonation and every pause.

I said again: "I remember his instructions to me. And what you said - if you want to die, don't die in front of me. You care about me, you don't want me to waste my life for Mr. Dazai, I know all about it."

Zhong Yuan: "It's good that you know."

His tone was as usual, but I noticed that his blue eyes were slightly opened for a moment, and he seemed a little uncomfortable.

"Mr. Zhongyuan, I have an unfeeling request."

"what?"

"Can you take me home?"

"what?"

"I feel... sleepy..." I leaned against the streetlight and slowly closed my eyes.

"Then you can sleep here overnight, I'm going back." Zhong Yuan refused, "Wait for the pedestrians and vehicles passing by tomorrow morning to wake you up."

"Oh……"

His refusal was within my expectations.

Then I activated nothingness, and my figure disappeared out of thin air in front of him.

Chuya's footsteps gradually receded.

I don't know how long it took, Zhongyuan's voice suddenly rang in my ears, shouting impatiently: "Qiu, come out!"

I lay in place and lifted the nothingness: "...Huh?"

Then, my body became light, and someone pulled up an arm and threw it on my back.

It was clearly in the dark, but there was a bright orange in the hazy field of vision.

The visitor cursed and said, "I've convinced you."

"Well."

I tightened my arms around his neck.

"Why are you crying again? I'm back."

I closed my eyes and said softly, "...it's nothing, just, very happy."

There was once a young man with red hair who carried me on the street in the early morning like this.

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't speak either.

Somehow, I lay on his back and asked in a half-dream, "Mr. Nakahara, Mr. Dazai defected, are you unhappy?"

Zhong Yuan actually replied: "Cut, how is it possible. I was so happy, I even opened a bottle of Petus in [-] to celebrate, and I will never see that guy again."

"There is no such tacit partner anymore, won't you feel bored?"

Zhong Yuan was silent for a moment this time: "Qiu, aren't you sleepy? Why are you talking so much?"

Me: "Oh... Maybe it's because I've been curious about it for a long time."

Zhong Yuan said: "No."

Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya, the pair, for some reason, the two of them just happened to be the most uncomfortable appearance of each other from head to toe.

But they are very familiar with each other.

Zhongyuan said no, so it should be impossible.

Every time the two met, they quarreled so sincerely, and they didn't think they would miss each other after they separated.

"Based on your understanding of Mr. Dazai..."

"Ok?"

"What do you think, if he receives my love letter, will he read it and put it away, or will he tear it up and throw it away? Just tell your true thoughts."

I asked without confidence.

"It should be, just put it away..."

The Central Plains is not sure about authenticity.

I am content.

Nakahara Chuya's prediction of Mr. Dazai's behavior is as safe as the law of "following Oda Sakunosuke to Lupine will meet Mr. Dazai".

"Thank you...you are such a good boss."

Zhong Yuan: "Go to sleep, there are so many strange questions."

Zhong Yuan: "Wait, don't sleep, where is your dormitory?"

Zhong Yuan: "Asleep? Hello, Qiu??"

I vaguely heard Zhongyuan's voice, but that doesn't matter anymore.Under the influence of alcohol, I fell into a drowsy dream on the back of the cadre-level executive with the highest military value in Hong Kong.

[Intermission]

late at night.

The blond, blue-eyed, doll-like girl came to a room after some questioning.

Pushing open the door, there are several compartments, several computers, and complicated but not messy wires inside. Many people work here all night.

As soon as Violet appeared, she attracted the attention of most people in the room.

"Who are you looking for?"

Due to the special identity and the nature of work, there are generally few outsiders visiting here, and non-staff personnel need to go through layers of interception and inspection when they come here.

"I am a courier of the C.H Postal Company. I have been entrusted to deliver the letter to a gentleman named 'Dazai Osamu'."

"Dazai! I'm looking for you!"

"Hi~Hi~"

A young man with disheveled brown hair stretched his waist at the work station, and his exposed arm was wrapped in a snow-white bandage from the palm to the part hidden in the sleeve.

He has an extremely good appearance, and he stands out among the colleagues who stay up all night with a haggard face. His pupils are clear, and when he smiles, he feels like a spring breeze.

And the bandages that seem to be wrapped around his body due to injuries add a bit of sickness to him. If he is placed in the outside world, many women will definitely be deeply attracted by his temperament.

"There is a letter sent here? Unexpected surprise~"

When he stood up, the beige windbreaker raised a handsome arc.

Violet handed the envelope with the exclusive logo of C·H Company to the tall young man with both hands: "Are you Mr. Osamu Dazai?"

Dazai said with a smile, "It's me."

Violet's expression was calm: "According to the request of the client, when the letter is delivered, I will also explain: I am only the messenger, and I did not disclose your address to him."

Dazai sighed: "Oh~ what a considerate delivery service. Do you need me to give a five-star praise?"

"thank you for your support."

Violet bowed slightly and said goodbye to him.

After Violet left, exclamations echoed in the office: "What a beautiful girl!"

"Which postal company has such a young and lovely girl as a messenger?"

"It's like a doll figure in a window."

"The sound is also very crisp and pleasant!"

"How long has it been since I've seen such a cute girl? The office is full of tigresses!"

"……go to hell!!"

"She is indeed a beautiful young lady." Dazai echoed with gregariousness and sincerity.

Someone also asked: "Dazai, who wrote you a letter? Is there still someone writing a letter in this era? Is it a love letter?"

Dazai said "Oh" mysteriously: "I'm not sure, maybe it is."

"Appreciate~~~"

There was booing from all around, and the sudden letter caused ripples in the quiet office in the middle of the night.

A woman's voice said: "Look at yourselves, and look at Mr. Dazai. It's not surprising that Mr. Dazai received a love letter, right?"

"Cut~~~~~"

The booing grew louder, Dazai opened the envelope amidst the sound, and took out the letter paper.

Holding the edge of the letter paper with his slender fingers, Dazai scanned the content ten lines at a glance——

[Mr. Dazai:

I haven't seen you for a long time, and I miss you day and night. I don't know if you are well?

Words can hardly express the one or two thoughts in my heart.

...]

After only reading a few lines, Dazai knew who wrote the letter without looking at the signature, and said with a low smile, "Sure enough."

"Who is it? Is it a love letter?"

Dazai raised the letter paper in his hand, and said in a showy tone: "It's a love letter~ written by a little guy who likes me, saying he misses me very much."

The single colleagues screamed loudly——

"We know, Dazai, you better shut up!"

Dazai then shut up and continued to look down.

[You have been away for half a year,

I train myself hard every day and never slack off;

Occasionally compete with your former subordinates without losing;

...]

Dazai said to himself, "Looks like you're having a good time."

After all, if Akutagawa is getting more and more familiar with him and still "not defeated", he is strong enough to protect himself against other people.

After introducing my own situation, the next step is to confess.

Unsurprisingly.

When Dazai saw the next paragraph, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

At this time, the female voice from before asked: "What was written in the letter? Dazai-kun laughed too foully!"

"Ahh~ Is that so? Did you get any electricity?"

"Hey, since there are people waiting for you, it's not okay to spend money on others."

"Anyway, it's too early to leave."

"By the way, how long will Dazai-kun continue to work here?"

Dazai: "At least two years."

Everyone fell silent suddenly.

Two years, basically the longest time in the entire office.

The people in this office have more or less tainted identities outside, and cannot walk in the sun openly.

They did not continue their original work for various reasons, but surrendered to the government.The government has a lenient approach to dealing with special talents-they have made a certain contribution to the government's underground work, and the government will whitewash them.What has been committed in the past will not be pursued.

However, during underground work, one must remain anonymous and not show one's face at will.They have signed a confidentiality agreement for all their work during this period, and after they leave, their period of time will be completely erased by the government, and anyone who checks will have a blank resume.

Osamu Dazai has been here for nearly half a year.

He was young, just eighteen.Good-looking, but always smiling and lazy, if it weren't for the bandages all over his body, he would have thought it was some well-mannered celebrity idol.

As a result, the people above smashed the work with a "bang", as if they wanted to treat Dazai as a long-term animal envoy.

Everyone: "..."

How many sins did this mother commit outside?

It must be the highest and most dangerous wanted level, right?

The most authoritative chief of the Supernatural Secret Service Division who threw Osamu Dazai in said to him: "Go to work."

Chief Farmer was also surprised.

Ever since Osamu Dazai, one of the "five cadres" of the port mafia, disappeared and defected, rumors of the Yokohama underworld have been flying around, and the city is full of storms.The Port Mafia made a big fuss over him, but they didn't even find a hair of the man.

Naturally, the farming chief heard about it.Unexpectedly, two weeks later, Osamu Dazai swaggered across his drinking table and said to him, "I want to change my job."

Osamu Dazai is a frequent visitor in the key watch list and reports of the Supernatural Secret Service Section, and everyone in the Special Supernatural Secret Service has a headache for him.

However, he wanted to change jobs, and Chief Farmer's first reaction was to drag him into the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

It's a pity that Osamu Dazai rejected him on the grounds that "I am not suitable for a place with too many rules".

Osamu Dazai said that he wanted to go to "a place where he can help others", and Chief Tanada recommended a place for him.

but……

"Your experience is really too dirty. If you want to clean it, you have to stay underground for about two years."

The illegal records related to Osamu Dazai, one by one, are enough to cause Osamu Dazai to be shot a hundred times according to the law.Any random talk is dripping human blood and black money.

However, Osamu Dazai is really talented, no matter where he is, he is enough for his opponent to drink a pot.He has a heart for kindness, and the farming chief welcomes him very much.

Two years of whitewashing, although it is the minimum time estimate, but as long as Osamu Dazai is willing, it is definitely possible.

This is why Osamu Dazai came to the "underground office" as a social animal.

For Osamu Dazai, the intensity of this work is much more severe than the troubled waters of Hong Kong and Heilongjiang.

No, he worked overtime until the early hours of the morning, so he didn't even have time to commit suicide.

The girl from the C.H postal company sent a letter of love, which was one of the few relaxations that Osamu Dazai had at work.

Osamu Dazai glanced at the contents of the letter again, and came to a definite conclusion: it must have been written more than once, and it must have been processed by someone else.

Oh, it might also be that little dog with round blue eyes pinching his nose and grunting and drinking, and wrote it after getting himself drunk.

Dazai recalled the expression that he restrained as much as possible, but still eager to express, and felt that the possibility that Akira Takeshita wrote the letter after getting drunk was infinitely close to [-]%.

Others in the office were still immersed in the news that Osamu Dazai would be squeezed for two full years, and they didn't envy someone sending him a love letter at all.

The female voice suddenly sighed: "How many two years are there in the youth of a boy?"

Dazai said indifferently: "He's still young."

"That's not to say, the love at an innocent and carefree age is the most precious."

"Simple and carefree?"

Dazai thought for a while, "Maybe."

After this little storm, the office once again entered the atmosphere of late night work.

Osamu Dazai folded the letter paper and put it back in the envelope.Then he stuffed the envelope into a drawer.

He yawned lazily, with sleepy tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes: "Ah, it's really not easy~ Why do I have to work so hard here?"

——Let’s go to the side that saves people.

——If everything is the same, be a good person.Neither good nor evil may seem like much of a difference to you, but this way, it's better.

"Odasaku, it's a little different. I've never done so much paperwork in Mafia. If I didn't defect, I really want to push it all to the dark dwarf..."

In fact, Dazai knew that Nakahara didn't necessarily like paperwork so much, and especially hated taking over the work that he had pushed.

But the only time he volunteered was to let him go to the hospital to accompany Zhu Xiaqiu.

"Ugh."

Dazai sighed, shaking his head.

He wanted to continue working, but the contents of the letter that was casually put in the drawer got into his mind again for some reason.

Here is the full text of the letter.

[Mr. Dazai:

I haven't seen you for a long time, and I miss you day and night. I don't know if you are well?

Words can hardly express the one or two thoughts in my heart.

The safe amulet and recording you entrusted have been received, bow down and thank you!

You have been away for half a year,

I train myself hard every day and never slack off;

Occasionally compete with your former subordinates without losing;

Made progress in manual needlework, torture and interrogation;

In the future, we will also act according to your instructions.

I have a feeling about "love", like the golden crow hanging high in the day, like the moon shining brightly at night, like the tide of the sea rising and falling, like the mountains standing tall, like the eternal laws and laws of nature, accompanying me every day Take a breath.

This feeling is deeply buried in the heart, firm and unshakable.

My mind is often overwhelmed by the figure of a person, and my heart is sick with yearning for that person.

With today's courage, I express my feelings on paper with all sincerity and fear. If I offend you, I hope you understand.

The beginning of winter has come, and the weather is cold at the end of the year,

Please be careful.

Looking forward to seeing you again someday.

Sorry again for offending you.

Takeshita Autumn]

Dazai smiled slightly: "It really hasn't changed at all."

After thinking about it, he still felt that the letter was well written.The writer on behalf of the writer is brilliant in writing, expressing the forbearing and deep feelings to the fullest.

"If there is any offense, I hope to understand."

This is very autumn.

But is it really offensive?

Osamu Dazai felt offended.

He was sure that his brain could not escape the contents of this letter tonight.

To be "cared about day and night" and "missed into illness", to be honest, it's quite incredible.

Then, he decided to accept this subtle pleasure.

"Two years, let's take a look, Qiu."