Yokohama old father writes book daily

When seeing a god, most people would probably salute or kneel down, and what they would say would probably be words of reverence and reverence.

The red-haired man was very unusual. The first thing he said was a straightforward question: "Where are Dazai and the others?"

[garbled] sat down cross-legged in the air: "Don't worry, Osamu Dazai and Emma will meet with me alone, and so will you, because your wishes are different. As for Ray, I sent him back to his family , the boy is still imprisoned in his own walls, although his mind has understood, but he has not been able to go any further."

He seems to be very interested in explaining the difference in detail: "It is obvious that he is the world, and the world is him, and it is obvious that there are no walls in this world."

The red-haired man was a little ashamed: "Sorry, I don't understand."

"It doesn't matter, your heart already understands, otherwise you won't see me. Then, tell me your wish?"

The red-haired man was rarely nervous, and his voice became hoarse: "My wish is..."

The family that Sakunosuke Oda wants to become has always been a very literary type, not a mainstream commercial writer.

He believes that writing is his own business. He doesn't care about the market environment, what kind of works people want to read more, and he never expects to rely on writing to make money to support his family.

This kind of author who doesn't care about readers' opinions at all, and doesn't intend to take the initiative to please readers, will have his own unique ideological pursuit when writing, and it is easier to capture the most loyal readers.

Once the red-haired man didn't know what literary value he was pursuing, he just made every decision instinctively.

He wanted to describe a killer's change of mind to stop killing, so he vowed not to kill again.

He thought that there were serious problems with the pen practice works he had written, so he burned them all and flushed the toilet.

When he wrote "Seamless Clothes", what he wanted in his heart was to write a very real fictional story, and he hoped that people who read it would say that this is what really happened somewhere.

When he wrote "The Kindness of the Couple", he moved all kinds of scenes in reality into the text, which is plain and simple, just like casually chatting with readers about household chores, babbling about all kinds of trivial matters.

Natsume Seishi once said to him: "Have you made up your mind to become a great family?"

He didn't really know what a great home was.

But he did keep thinking about what he was really after.

He once picked up a [book], and when he didn't know the truth about the [book], he picked up a pen and planned to draw a story on it.

What kind of mood was he holding at that time?

The Immortal Toya Lake concealed a point from the [Book], saving his life and the entire world of possibilities.

But that point has always stayed in his heart.

Is that the trace left by what kind of posture he used to hold the pen?

He considers himself an ordinary person without imagination, and if he is asked to write honestly, he will be competent, but if he is asked to write some fantasies, he will definitely panic.

He can't even appreciate exaggerated TV dramas like "The overbearing president is in love with me", let alone let him accept the incredible fantasy story of "a mere human being saves the world".

When Osamu Dazai understood the false nature of the world of possibilities, Osamu Dazai had already denied everything.

The lonely child is too smart and unable to deceive himself, so he directly skipped the steps that ordinary people would struggle, and reached the end of sinking in the hopeless quagmire in one breath, and arranged for himself to die.

However, when Oda Sakunosuke also understood the false nature of the world of possibilities, the abrupt and overpowering desire that suddenly sprang up in his heart and made the blood in his whole body excited and boiling was exactly what he had been thinking about. The literary value that he really pursues——

“…I wanted to make lies a reality, essentially erasing the line between fiction and reality.”

Since the world of possibilities is a lie, let’s turn the lie into reality. Isn’t that the purpose of creating a so-called dream and home?

Staring at the red-haired man, the god nodded slowly: "Yes. But you have to give me the [reward]."

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"[Reward], that is to say, I can't refuse?" Osamu Dazai made a embarrassed expression, "Then what exactly is it?"

[Gibberish] Raised his hand, Xuxu held a ball of light: "It was supposed to take away your most important thing. But it's not interesting enough to keep doing this, so I have a special arrangement for you and Oda Sakunosuke."

"Eh? Is the thing that the gods pursue interesting? How evil." Osamu Dazai sighed sincerely.

This black-haired man obviously doesn't have enough self-knowledge, and the one who is least qualified to accuse others of evil is clearly himself.

"Then, I will send the two of you to your respective intersections." [Gibberish] pushed the ball of light towards Dazai Osamu, "You who have made changes for each other, where will you choose to go when you step on the intersection again? Just let me see."

"Intersection..." Osamu Dazai murmured softly, his tone as soft as cotton candy lingering between his lips and teeth, his iris-colored eyes flickered slightly, showing a complicated and difficult to distinguish expression. "I see."

He raised his hand and grabbed the ball of light into his palm.

Like the mist dissipated.

The sand-colored belt traces across the starry sky.

Like being salvaged every time after entering the water, the feeling of being able to breathe freely after being heavy and tired.

Like sunlight brightening a bouquet of wisteria flowers in front of the window, the thin veins stretch before the eyes, swaying slightly with the delicate fragrance wind.

Strange, why do you think of wisteria?I always think it is a very meaningful flower.

Osamu Dazai stretched his waist, raised his hand and casually adjusted the bandage wrapped around his head, straightened out the black coat he was wearing, and looked around.

This is the path outside Lupin's Bar, and the bar's sign is dimly lit in the night.

He came here alone tonight, intending to see with his own eyes an old man whom he had missed countless times.

Oda work...

As soon as this name came to his mind, Osamu Dazai trembled with excitement, and his fingers began to lose control.

Yes, it is for Oda Tsukuru, in order to protect this false world where Oda Tsukuru can write with peace of mind, that he forced himself to survive until now.

He stepped into a familiar bar.

He has never been here, but in his mind, he has lingered here countless times.

Stained tobacco stains cascaded on the walls, blackened columns, dim lights, wisps of smoke.Everything comes to mind before it enters the line of sight.The moment you step here, your body relaxes before your mind.

With a mood as if on a pilgrimage, he found the seat he was used to and sat down.

However, for the sake of the owner and customers of the bar, and in order to maintain the status quo here in the future, he has already cleared the venue in advance, so that there is no second person here except him.

He had to get back up and walk around behind the bar to make his own drink.

Odasaku, come here quickly, come meet me quickly.

The strong anticipation made Osamu Dazai restless, he mixed himself a drink indiscriminately, and started wandering around the bar, looking here and there.

Oh, it's a pity that there is no canned crab meat in reserve today.

Hey, is this a record player?super cool!Then choose a jazz record with a parting theme.

Like a curious primary school student, he fiddled with everything in the bar, then suddenly lost interest, slumped back on the high stool, stared blankly at the glass full of wine and began to daze.

His fingers caressed the rim of the cup unconsciously, probably just to stay anywhere temporarily.

After a period of silence that made people suspect that he had already rotted, Osamu Dazai finally got the person he was waiting for tonight.

"who are you?"

The voice that should have been taken for granted but was definitely the first time I heard it sounded from the stairs.

Osamu Dazai withdrew his wandering thoughts and raised his head. The moment he saw the person coming, a smile appeared unconsciously on the corner of his lips: "Ah, Oda Tsukuru, long time no see. Is it too early for a drink?" ?”

"Long time no see? Have we met?" The red-haired man had vigilance in his eyes, and he didn't intend to hide his vigilance at all. He walked in slowly step by step, as if walking into a dangerous minefield.

How hurtful, that's the attitude in the first place.But it's also really interesting, isn't it?They are indeed meeting for the first time!

Osamu Dazai suspected that his smile was particularly fake at this moment.But thankfully, Oda Saku would never complain about this, so he was able to echo nonchalantly: "It's the first time we've met."

The red-haired man asked very concerned: "I have something to ask, 'Odasaku', is that calling me?"

Osamu Dazai paused, and replied: "Yes, haven't you been called like that before?"

The red-haired man nodded: "No."

It's so frank, Odasaku, always telling the truth so frankly, it's always bothering and healing.

Dazai noticed that Oda Saku sat on another high stool today, which was not Oda Saku's usual position.

Understood, it was out of vigilance, so I chose a farther location, right?

There is really no way.

Osamu Dazai sighed in his heart, took the initiative to mix a glass of wine for Oda Tsukuru, and initiated a toast invitation.

But Odasaku pretended not to hear, and didn't respond to cheers, and didn't drink at all.

Osamu Dazai could only shake the wine in his hand, listened to the sound of the ice cubes swirling in the glass, and drank it in silence.

Too bitter and not tasty at all.

The silence was really an uncomfortable atmosphere, so uncomfortable that Osamu Dazai suddenly felt that the parting jazz he played was harsh, and he even wanted to jump up and turn it off.

But if he really wanted to do that, he might not even be able to explain the reason for the follow-up questions from Oda Saku.

Maybe that's enough.

The five-step jumping plan went very smoothly and has come to an end.Using Xiaoyin as the trigger to start the incident, Akutagawa-kun and Dun-kun were precisely confronted, and nothing unplanned happened from the beginning to the end.

He can quickly finish all the arrangements, and then go to eternal death.

Tonight should have been a celebration.

It's just that if you really want to celebrate, after much deliberation, you should say something happy.

Osamu Dazai cheered up and happily shared his bomb disposal feat with Odasaku, as well as the innovation and improvement of hard tofu.

It's a pity that Oda Saku didn't understand why these things should be happy at all.

However, Osamu Dazai was so excited that he completely ignored Odasaku's confusion and directly congratulated Odasaku for passing the newcomer award.

"It's just a bad work written indiscriminately for practice." Oda Saku explained.He also explained that there was only one book that he really wanted to write, and he kept it in his head, but he couldn't write it out.

Without even thinking about it, Osamu Dazai said: "If you can't write, no one in this world can write." This is a natural thought and a natural confidence.

But the frank Oda must hit him frankly.

"What the stranger said is really not convincing at all."

Yes, that's it, that's it.It's a stranger.Osamu Dazai felt that he was about to be hit and died suddenly on the spot.

The red-haired man is wholeheartedly worried that his disciple will be in danger, and desperately wants to rescue Akutagawa, who was brought into Hong Kong to look for his sister.

Based on this mood, the red-haired man came to the bar.The original purpose was to connect with a vault guard in Hong Kong, but in the end, he met a strange male youth.

After a few words, the red-haired man confirmed that the other party was Dazai Osamu, the leader of Hong Kong gangsters.

It's amazing, Oda Saku is such a good man with a sense of responsibility, his straightforward thinking makes it easier to point to the truth, he is cautious and stable, but he is also good at grasping opportunities, full of action and determination.

But, even if it is a hostile position, it would be too hurtful to suddenly pull out a gun to aim, right?

This is our favorite bar.

Oda, do you know?You are so-so good, just thinking of you makes me feel happy.

Happiness hurts so much, and I'm really afraid of getting hurt.

However, since it is you, even if I will be shot to death here, even if my heart will be broken into countless pieces, I must face it bravely and never run away.

Because I promise you, be brave.

Although I don't remember when I said yes.

The flower language of wisteria is: live for love, die for love.

Although I don't remember who told me this.

I love you.

Although I don't remember when I fell in love with you.

But it doesn't matter if you forget, because loving you is my instinct.

Osamu Dazai spread his hands, and a wisteria petal appeared in his palm without logic.

It's so small that it can be easily overlooked.

Osamu Dazai rushed to Oda, embraced tightly, kissed tremblingly, tears blurred his entire vision.

"boom--!"