Yokohama old father writes book daily

A faint scent of wisteria flowers lingers on Ozaki Momiji's fingertips.She wore a snowball-like hair ornament on her bun.

Originally, the hair accessories were only decorated with red strings, but today, there was a string of fresh wisteria flowers on them, like a fluttering wreath, beautiful and elegant.

"The leader suddenly summoned the concubine, is there something important?"

In the dark chief's office, Osamu Dazai showed a guilty expression: "Ah...it's important, it's not important, it's about wisteria, it's really inconvenient to grow indoors, but I still want to see it every day The wisteria blooms spiritually, so what should I do?"

Empathizing with wisteria, this is Osamu Dazai's decision to retreat.

There is no other way. He wants to see Oda Saku become a famous writer, but he can't wait for it. He is almost suffering from anxiety attacks.

But it seems that repeated pressure on Butterfly Literature is of no use, and instead has attracted the attention of a small number of interested people.

He had no choice but to devote a little more energy to eliminate the attention of some people. It was a stupid thing to wipe his own ass, and his whole person was listless.

Of course he knew why this matter was blocked, because Oda Saku didn't cooperate with him.

It's fine if you don't cooperate!he thought unhappily.You don’t have to wait until the book is published to feel at ease. There are so many wisterias planted in front of Oda Writer’s door, so if you look at the wisterias every day in the future, it’s right to see Oda Saku.

Ozaki Hongye knew the elegant meaning when she heard the string song, she bowed her head slightly and said: "Then I will order someone to cut a fresh flower branch every day, and send it here."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, thank you so much!" Osamu Dazai clasped his hands together in a gesture of gratitude with great satisfaction.

Koyo Ozaki bowed his head to leave, and did not relax his etiquette because of the leader's rare relaxed appearance.

She was walking in the corridors of the building, stepping on expensive long carpets, and in her heart, she was trying to figure out the unpredictable mood changes of the leader.

Wisteria...why does the leader have such a great interest in wisteria?

She walked to the elevator downstairs, but happened to meet Zhong Yuan Zhongya who was taking the elevator up.

Zhongyuanzhong didn't come up alone, and there was a prisoner who was much taller than him with him.

The prisoner was undoubtedly a male, with a hood covering his head so that his facial features could not be seen, his hands were tied behind his back, and he could only stagger forward with his legs.

"Big Sister Hongye." Zhongyuan Zhongye blinked guiltyly, and told himself repeatedly in his heart to be calm, to behave as if nothing had happened, and not to fall short.

He had already expected to meet Dazai Osamu, but he really didn't expect to meet Momiji-san.

Sister Hongye always has an unusual meaning in his heart. Even if he is no longer under the control of Sister Hongye, the kindness he once received and taught will never be erased by time.

He respected Big Sister Hongye, and never thought that one day he would need to deceive her.

Now he had to start thinking about it, and he felt a strong sense of shame because of this realization.

"This person is... a captive that the leader wants to interrogate himself." He said with difficulty, feeling that he had betrayed his conscience.

It was so painful that he seemed to be able to hear the scream of his conscience.

Koyo Ozaki looked at Nakahara Chuya thoughtfully, and then looked the prisoner up and down.

It looks familiar, although you can't see the face, but just looking at the figure already has a feeling of deja vu.

If she hadn't happened to be thinking about wisteria just now, her thoughts might have stopped here. After all, she is not the kind of person who likes to ask questions and is full of curiosity.

But who made things so coincidental?

She thought about it for a while, and immediately remembered it.

It was the man I met that day, the red-haired man who brought many children to buy wisteria flowers in the flower market.

I didn't expect to meet again like this.In other words, isn't this person simply living in the sun?At that time, I really lost my sight.

When Nakahara was about to crumble because of guilt, Koyo Ozaki finally nodded, and turned sideways to get out of the way.

The Central Plains also seemed to have received an amnesty, and they were about to go to the chief's office with the captives.

He really can't take it anymore, this is the only time in this life, and he will never do such a heartless thing again in the future!

"Wait a minute." Koyo Ozaki called him from behind.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stopped stiffly.

what happened?exposed? !

If it is an enemy, of course he can choose to silence him, but the one who should be silenced now is actually himself as a traitor!

Ah, I'm already thinking about seppuku. I heard that this is the samurai's favorite way of apologizing.

"The leader summoned my concubine just now, hoping to see fresh wisteria flowers every day." Ozaki Koye suddenly said inexplicably.

A question mark slowly popped up in Zhongyuan Zhongye's heart: Sister Hongye didn't have the habit of talking like this with people before?

He turned his head nervously, only to find that Sister Hongye was not looking at him, but was staring at the prisoner, and what she said just now seemed to be addressed to the prisoner.

"Did you know?" Ozaki Koyo pointed out, "The flower language of wisteria is: born for love, and died for love."

"..."

The captive pretended to be deaf and dumb.

However, because the head is covered and the vision is deprived, it seems normal for the captives to be unable to tell who Ozaki Koyo is talking to.

There was no response, Ozaki Hongye didn't care, but nodded to Nakahara Nakaya: "Go, my concubine has delayed you for so long, the leader should wait anxiously."

Why did the leader wait in such a hurry, he didn't even know what a big surprise I was going to give him!Zhongyuan Zhong also complained fiercely in his heart, and finally took the prisoners away smoothly.

Koyo Ozaki quietly watched the two of them going away, and smiled slightly with her vermilion lips curled up, a touch of red at the end of her eyes was flying, as bright as a red leaf.

She has always believed that love is like a beautiful mirage, and if love arises, she has to have the determination to die for it.

Wisteria lives for love and dies for love.Where will the two people connected by this flower go?

She was a nosy person, but she couldn't help being curious.

Zhongyuan Zhong also dragged the prisoner all the way to the door of the leader's office, and impatiently raised his foot and kicked the door open.

Although it is very common for a dark dwarf to kick the door, it is so rare to be scary to kick the door of the chief's office.

Anyway, Osamu Dazai was a little startled: "Chuya, you finally can't stand me, are you going to kill me directly to usurp the throne? It's not that I don't welcome it, it's just..."

The words behind her choked in her throat.

The prisoner who had been shrinking behind Zhongye in the Central Plains suddenly took a step forward. With a struggle of his arms, he was freed from the restraints of his hands. A circle of rope broke and fell to the ground.

Central Plains also secretly "cut!"

Although it was a conspiracy between the two, when he tied Oda Sakunosuke, he was serious about tying the knot. Did he break free so easily?Being the mastermind behind the scenes can be regarded as somewhat capable.

The prisoner took another step forward, raised his hand and took off the hood himself.

A dull face with sluggish gray-blue eyes was exposed, and the short wine-red hair swept across his cheeks as he took off the hood, as if shining with dazzling stars.

"Cough cough cough!!!"

Choking on his own saliva, Osamu Dazai bent down, coughing so hard that he almost got under the desk.

As the leader of Hong Kong gangsters, what kind of gaffe is this?

But let him be spared, this kind of fright that has completely broken through the threshold is too weak for him to bear.

The red-haired man took another step towards Osamu Dazai, then suddenly turned his head to look at Chuya Nakahara.

Zhongyuan Zhong also judged the situation, and immediately raised his hands to signal his harmlessness, without saying a single unnecessary word, stepped back out of the office, and intimately closed the door that had just been kicked open.

As far as duties are concerned, he shouldn't have kept his leader locked up with an outsider. This is clearly a joke about the fate of Hong Kong gangsters.

However, he is not a fool who can't understand anything.

At this moment, how could he still stay on the scene?Is it because the dog food is not enough?Or brains in mackerel?

And... how should I put it.It's worth it, it's really worth it!What did you spend all this time trying to do?Probably just to see Osamu Dazai's stupid face.

Hehe, there is only one word to describe my current mood, and that is—cool!

After confirming that the irrelevant personnel had left the scene, the red-haired man trot directly in front of Osamu Dazai and helped him up.

The deeply buried head full of black messy hair was lifted up, revealing a lovely and pitiful face.

The delicate face was stained red because of the violent cough just now, and the iris-colored eyes deliberately showed an innocent look.

This is undoubtedly a very deceptive face, and anyone who sees it will probably soften his heart: "Oda Saku, are you here to tell me the good news that you have finished your book and decided to publish it?"

There was a kind of exaggerated expectation in that tone, it seemed that as long as he could get a positive reply, he would immediately smile without hesitation.

Who wouldn't want to see his smile?

"No, I'm still writing." The red-haired man said calmly.

"Is that so..." Osamu Dazai felt a little speechless, he took two steps back slowly, distanced himself from Odasaku.

It's a bit difficult, this meeting was too sudden, so sudden that I was caught off guard!

That damn slug!

He gritted his teeth subconsciously, and then felt dazed by this long-lost title that he had long forgotten in his memory.

Slug... This is the nickname he gave Chuya a long time ago. It seems like a lifetime ago. How long has it been since he remembered it?

"I really failed, Odasaku." He smiled wryly. "Once again, I failed to see through people's hearts and was forced to face unexpected situations. It was like being slapped on the face by someone, and it was burning hot."

"Do you want to put some ice on it?" the red-haired man asked.

"No, I should get used to this pain in the face." Osamu Dazai shrugged and put on a helpless posture, "After all, I will always miscalculate anything related to Odasaku."

It was so small that when we were drinking and chatting together, we couldn't expect Odasaku's divine reply.When it came to the Mimic incident, the death of Oda Saku could not be expected.

After such a miscalculation, everyone would suffer, right?

He clenched his fists, pinching his palms with his nails, feeling a slight pain.He whispered: "Are you a ghost who wants to avenge me? Otherwise, why do you always embarrass me so much?"

He stared at Odasaku, something slowly settled in his iris-colored eyes, leaving only indifference: "I thought I had made my attitude very clear, but since you came to see me so hard , I’ll just say it clearly. It’s rejection, Odasaku, I’m rejecting you.”

"Why?" the red-haired man asked.

"Do you need to ask? You should know me best. Cowards are afraid of happiness, and they will be hurt when they touch cotton, and sometimes they are hurt by happiness. This is me, Oda Zuku, you have hurt me to the core. "