I have special resignation skills

The well-made high-end leather shoes smashed through a puddle of dirty water on the road, but the owner didn't care about the splash of water splashing on his pants, showing dark dots one by one, on the contrary, he seemed to be addicted to it with great interest. Stepping on other stagnant water.

He raised his head, his figure suddenly paused, and then rushed over there with all his strength.

"Oda..." The boy, who could count on one hand, called his friend another rare address.

He stopped, and the pitch-black coat fell down on his legs again, like the dark wings that were still full of meaning when he was flying.

The copper-haired man turned his face, and following his movements, he also revealed the pretty girl beside him with a gentle smile on her face.

Dazai Osamu curled up and clenched his hands hidden under his coat, but asked with a little doubt on his face, "Mao...?"

Mao is Oda Sakunosuke who I met when I went out to buy vegetables at night, um...of course I said it was grocery shopping, but I just saw the cakes launched by the new shops on the street recently and didn't have time to eat them, so I could only buy cherries to satisfy my hunger.

She and Oda have met several times, all in the bar named Lupin.

For strangers who are not interested, Maou will not rush to talk to strangers, she goes to Lupin more to accompany the boss over there.

Mizushima is not very old, but he has experienced many things, and there are naturally many stories with various emotions. Mao likes to listen to stories.

In the gloomy bar, Mao held a cup of hot milk that warmed his heart, and while drinking, he listened to Mizushima wipe the glass in front of him and talked about his experiences in the past years.

Mizushima always told her to make more friends, as if he really treated her like a daughter.

In the past, her impression of Oda was - Osamu Dazai's friend, nothing more.

Mizushima seems to admire Oda very much, and sometimes talks about it, saying that Oda is the least mafia-like mafia among the mafia.

He adopted many children by himself and supported them with the meager wages of the bottom mafia.

"You don't want to kill people anymore, is it because people with blood on their hands are not qualified to write?" Mao asked after hearing Oda's plan.

Oda was silent, then nodded.

Also, for the sake of the children, it is impossible for him to be a mafia to support them all his life. First, the wages are too low, and second, there is danger at any time.

After the man drank the transparent wine at the bottom of the cup, his tea-brown eyes were full of anticipation for the future.

As long as he gets out of the mafia, he plans to buy a house by the sea, and then live with the children, watch them grow up, get married, have children, and finally he will die with a happy smile on his face.

Then he will be able to make up that ending.

Oda is not a qualified storyteller, he does not have beautiful language and gorgeous rhetoric, and the stories told by him can even be called boring.

But it is just the kind of down-to-earth and down-to-earth tone, Shino can clearly see Oda's strong love for the children, and even he is ready to be alone for a lifetime.

Unlike a man's drink with ice hockey, a little girl is a glass of sweet milk with sugar.

The two diametrically opposed people chatted very well, and the bar owner looked at Mao with satisfaction at finally being willing to go out to "socialize" and make friends.

Oda might not be a good mafia guy, but probably because of that, he's a good friend for Mao.

Oda's strength is strong, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a cadre, but such a strong person is doing low-level mafia work, just for his own children and his own dreams.

He could have made great achievements in this quagmire, but he put down his gun and picked up his flawless pen.

"What I said was very boring, you expected too much." Oda told how he adopted several children in straightforward words without hesitation.

"I'm very happy." Shino lowered his eyes and raised the corners of his lips.

Yayoi is right, there are still many warm and incredible human beings in this world.

For example, Sawada Tsunayoshi who has a bottom line for the enemy, the mafia Nakahara Chuya who respects the old and loves the young and sees injustice, and Oda Sakunosuke who is willing to retreat to the front line instead of adopting orphans.

And... Yayoi Natsume, who showed a sincere smile and stretched out a soft and warm hand to redeem the ghosts who disdain human beings and ignore the common people.

"I can tell you love them."

Talking about the children, Oda subconsciously slowed down his speech: "They are my everything."

"Children are always kind and lovely, and it is because of such existence that I have the opportunity to sit here and listen to you." The little girl with a soft smile appeared in Mao's mind again.

Oda didn't seem to expect that Mao's age would say such old-fashioned words, he lowered his head and shook his cup in thought.

But for him, it was those children who saved him, pulling him out of the dark life of a killer.

Looking at Mao's reflection on the smooth table, she raised her hand and gently touched the corners of her eyes with her fingers, her brows and eyes filled with nostalgia.

Only then did Oda realize that the girl with whom he was chatting harmoniously in front of him was just a little girl, a child who was two years younger than Dazai.

Her peers should still be in high school, but she has already made an unknown path in Hong Kong and gangsters.

All the words at this moment are feeble, Oda can also see that Mao does not need that kind of comfort, Mao is missing someone, but there is no trace of regret or boredom in his eyes.

Oda raised the glass, and Mao also raised it.

"Cheers?" she whispered.

The pale yellow wine and the slightly melted ice balls are warm under the lighting.

"Cheers to the kids!"

It was the first time for Mao to do such a thing, and she touched Odasaku's cup like a copy.

Amid the crisp crashing sound, Mao narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Cheers to the children!"

……

"It's Dazai." Oda responded and looked back.

Just for a while, the green light changed to red.

Oda quickly pulled Mao's collar to make her take a few steps back, and a small car was speeding past her.

"Be careful," he reminded.

Shino took another half step back, the move just now would most likely send her to the ghost lamp.

Then Oda raised the big bag in his hand and asked Dazai, "Today is Katsumi's birthday, are you coming?"

Oda specially bought Katsumi's favorite hamburger meat.

Dazai looked at Mao who was looking up at the traffic lights, and he walked to Odasaku in three steps and two steps: "My honor."

The children warmly welcomed Mao's arrival.

They like this beautiful sister who speaks softly and smiles with crooked eyes, and even the shyest little princess, Sakule, clings to Mao's arms.

Oda adopted her as a girl. She is not yet old enough to go to school. She usually plays with her brother and the store manager. Although she is very happy, girls have more common topics after all.

Turning her eyes to Dazai, Saku Le shrank towards Mao with some fear. She still hadn't forgotten the portrait Dazai drew for her at that time, and she seemed to see hell at that moment.

"Brother Dazai, hello." She greeted cautiously, then pulled Mao and ran to the cabinet.

In the cabinet are children's toys and books, most of which are books that children like fairy tales.

She opened the cabinet and almost collapsed into it, and found an old book after a while.

Flipping to one of the stories skillfully, the little girl pointed to that sentence and raised her head to ask Mao, her big bright eyes were full of doubts.

[The little mermaid kisses the prince's forehead again, throws the knife into the sea with trembling hands, and jumps into the sea herself.At dawn, people couldn't find the little mermaid, and there was a piece of white foam dancing on the waves beside the boat. ]

"Sister Mao, why didn't the little mermaid kill the prince?"

Mao whispered into the little girl's ear, "Because of love, the little mermaid loves the prince."

"But the prince doesn't love her, he loves the lying princess." The little girl was obviously very angry, and her tone was heavy when talking about the princess.

"The little mermaid's love is selfless. She can exchange human legs with her beautiful singing voice for the prince, she can laugh and dance for the prince with a smile on the tip of the knife, and she can also give up her own life for her lover. life."

"The little mermaid is not worth it, the prince is a bad guy." Saki Le said unhappy.

The ending in this storybook is that the prince and princess lived happily together, but this pair of prince and princess made her sad the most.

"Why did the little mermaid fall in love with him!" Saku Le closed the book with a puffy face.

Mao didn't know why, she gave a universal answer: "You will understand when you grow up."

After hearing this kind of talk a lot, Saku Le asked Mao again: "Sister Mao, do you have someone you love?"

"...Of course." Mao looked at the cover of the storybook, "Everyone has someone they love, like you love Sakunosuke, and Sakunosuke loves you too."

The little girl laughed happily after hearing this: "I love Sakunosuke, I also love my brothers, and I also love Sister Mao."

Looking at the child's innocent smile, Mao couldn't help but also curled her lips: "I love Sakule too."

Keji's birthday party is not big, but everyone will be satisfied, and a group of people will not feel wronged if they are crowded in a narrow space.

There are hot meals and clean dishes on the table.

When meeting Mao for the first time, he didn't know Katsuki's preferences, so he bought a large box of candy that children love to eat and gave it to him.

Seeing Keji's eyes shining after hearing the sound of candy in the box, this gift should be pretty good.

Oda sent practical clothes, which were Katsumi's favorite pattern.

Dazai also gave candy, but compared to Mao, his gift was a bit perfunctory, without even the wrapping and ribbon.

Keji also thanked obediently.

The children sang a happy birthday song in broken English but uniquely cute, and their laughter filled the air.

It was already late at night after the full meal, and Oda didn't keep them any longer, but was rejected when he wanted to send Mao home.

"It's okay, you spend more time with the children." The children seemed to know that it was not easy for Oda, and they were all very obedient, and would secretly ask her about Oda's work status.

"My strength is enough for me to protect myself, and no one can bully me."

How could Maou be easily bullied by random gangsters in the street when he reached his current status.

But Oda looked at Mao's slender arm that seemed to be snapped off, still worried.

"I'll take Mao home." Dazai took over the conversation, interrupting the possibility of the two continuing to entangle at the door.

Although Dazai is regarded as a "physical waste" in Hong Kong and black, it is more than enough to deal with ordinary people, and he still has a gun.

Oda felt at ease with Dazai, and when he was about to say goodbye, the children all popped up, poking their heads out one by one, pawing at the door frame and waving to Mao.

This scene looked a little scary from a distance.

Shino waved at them, turned around and left side by side with Dazai.

The streetlights elongated the figures of the two of them, and Dazai looked at Mao, who was much shorter than him, whose long, light-colored eyelashes were like the fluttering wings of a butterfly.

He recalled what Mao said just now, and the lingering tone recalled someone.

Shino didn't speak, and when she and Dazai got along, Dazai was usually talking endlessly, usually with the purpose of annoying her, and now she was a little uncomfortable with the sudden silence.

Shino raised his head and glanced at Dazai, the young man's beautiful jawline was tense, and the separation of light and darkness was clear.

The thick eyelashes drooped slightly, looking a little lazy.