Yokohama old father writes book daily

After Kyogoku House recruits newcomers, it will first conduct a period of training. During the training period, the daily routine is regular, and there is sufficient rest time. The skin and mental state of girls who are well rested can be adjusted better.

Therefore, the red-haired man doesn't need to pretend to be a guest to spend money, as long as he sneaks over during the break time, he can see Akutagawa and Chuya.

He had thought that he would be beaten for the disgraceful deed of running away, but he didn't expect that the two of them didn't take it to heart.

"I'm doing information gathering, but today I learned a new shamisen playing technique, and I still need to think about it carefully." After Akutagawa finished speaking, he picked up the shamisen and started demonstrating.

Seriously ask for comments after the presentation.

The red-haired man answered him more seriously: "The focus should be on the technique of exerting force from the wrist, not the fingers."

Akutagawa got it right, and immediately adjusted it according to his opinions, and played it again.

The red-haired man nodded his praise: "That's right, that's it."

Maybe it's because of the law that there must be complaints about threesomes, Chuya squinted this way, and complained feebly: "Are you serious? Do you really take this as a serious matter?"

The red-haired man nodded silently, and Akutagawa did not hesitate to fight back: "The steward thought you had the talent to compose and sing by yourself, and asked you to try to compose lyrics. You were serious just now, right? I saw that you have been writing on paper Write and draw."

"Tch, it's not because she keeps urging me." Zhong also curled his lips.

"Are you having trouble writing lyrics? Why don't you let me take a look, maybe it will be faster." Since he decided to take the initiative to save Dazai, the red-haired man has become more enthusiastic towards other people.

Chuya was naturally 1 unhappy: "Don't be kidding, anything like lyrics is fine, now we have to-hey!"

Taking advantage of Chuya's distraction, Akutagawa used his ability to snatch out the paper that Chuya had hidden.Because he was wearing white clothes, Akutagawa's ability was also white, like a long streamer held by a fairy in her arms.

Chuya was so angry that he almost used his abilities to fight back. Fortunately, in retrospect, this was Yoshihara who needed to lurk here.

The red-haired man read the only three lines on the paper that he could make out: "The autumn wind blows through the soapbox...his eyes are extremely short-sighted...he is coming out of the bathhouse..."

The flat tone has no emotion or color. When he read this sentence, it was as if he was polishing a piece of scrap iron with sandpaper. It made people feel dry and rough, very weird.

Like telling an arctic joke, it's cold and not funny.

No one knows what Zhong Ye was thinking when he wrote these few lines.

The three fell silent together.

After a long time, the red-haired man gave a pertinent evaluation: "I think in Yoshihara, such lyrics should not work."

Zhong Ye silently took out a piece of paper that was still hidden on his body: "What about this one?"

The handwriting on this one is clear enough, as if it was written in one breath.

"I have lived very hard. How hard is that? I don't want to describe a single cent. And the ultimate value of those hard work, does it exist or does not exist? I have never considered such a thing. In short, I Had a hard time…”

After the red-haired man finished reading, the three of them were silent for a while.

When Zhong Ye wrote this song, he obviously felt very happy and hearty. It perfectly expressed the long-pressed feelings in his heart, and felt that it was more like a poem than the lyrics. It was a further serious interpretation of the stewed fish song.

But for some reason, when the red-haired man uttered it, it felt wrong, even a little ashamed.

After a while, Zhong also tried to salute himself: "I felt okay when I wrote it, but you read it too emotionally."

The red-haired man thought it made sense: "Why don't you sing it out and let me listen to it?"

Zhong also opened his mouth, but he couldn't sing anything under the pure and honest stare of his eyes, so he had to give up.

"No, I can definitely write suitable lyrics, I just didn't think about writing well before."

Zhong also felt that he had never been so hypocritical, and he could not accept criticism at all in his heart.Forget about other things, but this time when facing the issue of lyrics, he didn't want to be denied at all.

Fortunately, no one denied it. The red-haired man just encouraged him to write a new one: "I think Yoshihara is more suitable for love poems."

But Zhong also has never been in love, and he can't and doesn't want to write love poems.

So the request became a second-order: "Poems about beautiful scenery and women."

They discussed together for a long time, and Nakaya wrote a new song according to the request, and revised many versions repeatedly.Although it was hard work, the final facts proved that the manager of Kyogokuya was quite discerning, and Chuya was indeed a very talented person.

"In the shadow of the trees along the Kawara street, autumn is like the double eyelids of a beautiful woman, and the sky will become moist even if you don't cry (Note)..."

Chuya sang a cappella softly, and the red-haired man and Akutagawa gave appreciative applause together.He sang really well.

The next thing to consider is how to integrate the lyrics with Akutagawa's shamisen.Akutagawa can actually play the normal-style shamisen by forceful imitation, but the steward strongly advises him to keep the "hard core" part as his personal characteristic.

It is true that it is very bright, and it is true that it does not correspond to the lyrics newly written by Zhong Ye.

The three of them discussed this issue for a while, from "find a manager to change partners" to "you sing yours and I play mine".After repeated consultations, an agreement was finally reached - to add some rock style to the singing.

It was not until this time that Chuya finally came to his senses. Unknowingly, he was influenced by two unreliable guys, and he took the task assigned by the steward as an important matter.

"So what are we doing here in Yoshihara?" Zhong also questioned his soul.

"I think it is to learn new skills while listening to information. In the future, if you are too poor to eat, you will mix in places like Yoshihara and become a luthier." Akutagawa gave his own opinion.

This answer did not satisfy Chuya, but made the red-haired man very happy, and seriously encouraged Akutagawa to learn more playing skills.

Because Akutagawa is still dressed as a girl, it feels very good when she nods.Quiet and lovely, but also shy and timid.

Nakaya couldn't see it anymore, he told Akutagawa to stay here by himself and ponder over the shamisen, and asked the red-haired man to climb up to the roof and talk alone.

Both of them are strong in physical skills, and they jumped up easily without attracting anyone's attention.

Under their feet are loose tiles and flickering lights, and above their heads are the sky full of stars and the bright moon hanging high. The evening wind blows gently, and the fragrance of women's makeup flows in the wind, as sticky as honey.

Chuya tugged at the women's kimono that he had been wearing for a long time and couldn't get used to it, tilted his head to look at the red-haired man, and the red-haired man just let him look at him.

Many times, the calm and composed expression of the red-haired man is full of confusion. For example, now, although he does not have this subjective consciousness, he managed to confuse Chuya: "You don't seem to be in a hurry. What are you thinking? ?”

"about what?"

"About the leader... no, it's about Osamu Dazai."

Sometimes there is magic in the address, and when the address is changed on purpose, the tone of the conversation is set.

This is a personal exchange where positions are omitted.

"How did you and Osamu Dazai meet?" Chuya's small body was full of doubts.

He has already learned that Oda Sakunosuke belongs to Butei, which Oda Sakunosuke told him himself.

The red-haired man replied calmly, "This is a secret between Dazai and me."

"Cut!" That's annoying, but it's actually to be expected.I can also feel that I am excluded. This is probably the love barrier between couples, right?

Vomit, love barrier, nausea.

"Chuya, actually I also have a question to ask you." The red-haired man seemed not to see Chuya's displeasure at all, "Are you and Dazai friends?"

This is just a very common question, but it made Chuya think for a while, and finally answered cautiously: "No. Maybe he and I might have become friends in the past, but that possibility no longer exists."

Because Chief Mori is no longer there.

"Is that so, then you are still willing to cooperate with me, helping to lure away the guards of Hong Kong Hei, and giving me the opportunity to be alone with Dazai, thank you very much."

Zhong Ye shook his head calmly: "You don't need to thank me, I just think you might be able to give him a hand. And no matter in the past or now, I don't like him, and I don't agree with him at all. But I know he needs to be recognized."

The red-haired man nodded thoughtfully, and sighed softly: "It seems that you are on the side of saving lives."

"Huh?" Zhong also showed an exaggerated expression of surprise, "I belong to Hong Kong gangsters, and you belong to Wuzhen. You are the one who saves people, right?"

"Maybe...but I was definitely not the one I used to be." The red-haired man said, "Recently, when I look back carefully at the past, I realize that I have always been the one who needs to be saved."

Before he acquired the memory of the real world by accident, he lived a happy life without knowing anything. Dazai hid in the dark and cared for him carefully, like a fragile treasure, which was not in the original plan. He did not let him know the truth about the [book].

He knows why.In Dazai's eyes, he must be very unreliable, a fragile product that would kill himself at any time.

Maybe that's true, but he still wants to save Dazai beyond his control.

"Who saved you? Osamu Dazai?" Nakaya wanted to laugh because of this absurd guess, but he couldn't laugh anymore after seeing the red-haired man's expression.

He moved the corner of his mouth, and finally cursed in a low voice.

The red-haired man smiled lightly, knowing that he didn't need any more explanation: "I think Dazai will still need a friend like you, although you said that the possibility of becoming a friend no longer exists, but I think that kind of opportunity Will show up again."

Zhong also sneered: "How is it possible, can people come back to life after death?"

"Yes." The red-haired man was sure, "If you don't believe this, then you shouldn't believe Dazai either."

"What do you mean?"

Zhong couldn't take it anymore, he found that he couldn't understand what the red-haired man was trying to express.Do all the black hands behind the scenes talk like this?That's really a bit embarrassing.

Fortunately, the red-haired man immediately explained what he meant: "Maybe Dazai really did something excessive, but at the same time he is also a liar who is used to deceiving people."

"is it?"

"Absolutely." Never before had the red-haired man nodded as surely as this time, to the point where there was a faint hint of gnashing of hatred.

Zhong Ye was inexplicably persuaded.

Maybe Osamu Dazai really lied to him, maybe Chief Mori really didn't die.

He looks up at the sky.The Milky Way traverses the sky.He recalled the scene of scolding each other with that young Osamu Dazai many years ago.

That guy... his face is disgusting like a blue mackerel floating in the sky...

No, sure enough, even if Boss Sen didn't die, they couldn't be friends. He just wanted to shake his fist when he thought of that face.

He will never agree with Osamu Dazai. When he tried to obtain a "human heart" and learned to be a human being as a "god", Osamu Dazai lost the original heart of human existence and was indifferent to the world and himself. .

It's such an eyesore, it's never possible to get along.

But Sakunosuke Oda seemed to be able to agree with Osamu Dazai, and said he wanted to be a couple.Maybe Dazai Osamu can really be saved, not necessarily.

He turned his head to look at the red-haired man, and suddenly became obsessed with ghosts, wanting to say loudly, "Come on!"

But he immediately came back to his senses, remembering that he asked the other party to come out to talk alone, and he didn't intend to talk about this.

But what had he meant to say?Can't remember at all.

A three-coloured cat slipped past their feet, ran along the ridge of the roof, and then jumped into the half-opened flower window of the next house, leaving a short afterimage.