All fell

"I didn't want to strangle Mr. Naive." Sakura explained earnestly while clutching the other end of the rope, "I wanted to help."

"This is no help—" Osamu Dazai pulled the rope around his neck in disgust, "Besides, I almost succeeded in committing suicide! Damn it, it was all destroyed by you, a brat."

Sakura scratched her head, she couldn't swim, so in order to pull Osamu Dazai out of the water, she found a rope and tied a loop at one end, then threw it around Mr. Dazai's neck and pulled him ashore.

Fortunately, Yingli is not an ordinary person, otherwise ordinary people really can't get on with it.

"Mr. Naive, let's go ashore quickly." The little girl made a kind suggestion, and pulled the rope in her hand again.

"I'll come up by myself, I don't need to pull the rope anymore." Dazai, who was drenched all over, smiled politely.

The specific meaning can be summarized as: If you dare to talk about it again, you will be finished.

Sakura, who respects the wishes of others, obediently was about to let go, when suddenly the rope was pulled heavily by a force, the soil on the river bank was soft and slippery, and the little girl fell into the water unexpectedly.

"I'm sorry, miss, I didn't mean it." This time the black-haired boy was willing to address him as miss instead of kid, even if he apologized, no matter how he heard it, he was not sincere.

"...Why, drag me into the water?" Sakura looked at Osamu Dazai who was smiling maliciously.

"Because the lady disturbed me and committed suicide," Dazai Zhizhi said bluntly, "What's even more unforgivable is that the lady put a rope around my neck like a dog on a leash."

Sakura: "...Sorry?"

"I'm sorry, but it's far from enough to make up for the huge physical and mental harm I've done to me." Dazai Osamu didn't know when he had untied the knot on the rope, and he held the other end of the rope in his hand as if playing. .

Sakura thought he was playing some kind of game, so she gently pulled the rope in her hand.

"Ah?" Osamu Dazai was taken aback for a moment, showing a surprised expression, and raised the corners of his mouth again, "Miss, do you want me to go by your side? But it's not possible now."

He landed on the shore, and stretched out his hand to easily pull her ashore.

"Why did Miss save me?" He suddenly asked, "It was obviously to satisfy my desire to commit suicide in the first place, right?"

What kind of eyes was that? The empty iris-colored pupils were bottomless, as if they had become an abyss that lured the will into the thick darkness.

No one knows what is at the bottom of the abyss.

Yingli's intuition was screaming for danger, she stepped back unconsciously, staring at him with round water blue eyes, like a threatened kitten.

"Miss, can you answer my question?" As if he didn't notice the change in Sakura, Osamu Dazai dragged his voice as if to be coquettish, "Okay, okay?"

But the feeling of danger did not dissipate, Sakura hesitated, "Because..."

"What is it?" Osamu Dazai bent slightly in front of her with a curious face, his beautiful kite eyes seemed to catch every subtle reaction of her without blinking.

The little girl opened her eyes wide in a daze, and could almost feel his breathing.

But let's answer the question first.If you don't get an answer, you always feel that this childish gentleman will not give up.

"Because, at first, I thought that Mr. Childish really wanted to die." Sakura decided to tell the truth, "but then I found out that it's not like that. You have a deeper, chasing desire in your heart."

"Secretly and timidly pursued, a certain expectation that really exists."

Like a weak candle flickering in the wind, it cannot illuminate the endless darkness, but even if it is so small that it will be swallowed by the hopeless blackness in the next second...

It also exists.

Sakura thought for a while, raised her eyes and looked into the beautiful but empty irises between gold and brown.

"I'm sorry." The little girl with silver hair and blue eyes said in a very serious tone, "I made a mistake at the beginning."

Osamu Dazai looked at her silently, his kite-colored pupils shrank suddenly.

"Miss is not mistaken." The expression on his face gradually disappeared, his voice became low, and he said coldly, "I really want to commit suicide."

If the girl standing in front of him at this moment is really an ordinary girl, she might be scared to cry by the dark aura around him that is no longer concealed.

However, Sakura just felt that Mr. Naive is still as naive as when we first met.

She pressed his stomach which started to grunt again, tugged at the hem of his clothes, raised her head and expressed her feeling expressionlessly: "I'm hungry."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

His frightening expression was put away, and his eyes were empty, but it wasn't the dead silence when he was lying in the water, it was more like the unexpected development of things...speechless?

"Miss, you seem a little short." He put his hand on the little girl's head in revenge, full of viciousness.

Sakura didn't care about Mr. Childish's attack on her height at all, and only repeated one word: "Hungry."

Osamu Dazai looked at her for a while, and she looked at him innocently.

"haihai~" Osamu Dazai puffed out his cheeks and sighed, and muttered dissatisfiedly, "It's unbelievable that one day he would invite someone who disturbed my suicide to dinner—"

"However, who told me to commit suicide and not cause trouble to others~ Just treat it as a treat and make up for it." He took off the black coat he was wearing and wrapped it around the little girl.

"Although it's all wet, it's better to wear this."

Sakura was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that the skirt on her body was wet. Although the fabric was relatively thick, it was still not good to be seen by others.

"Thank you." Sakura held the drenched black coat, looked at him and asked, "The bandage has been soaked in water, don't you need to take it off?"

"No, no, no, the bandage is a part of my body, absolutely, right—it cannot be taken off." Osamu Dazai shook his index finger, put his hand in his pocket with a smile and walked forward leisurely.

Sakura followed him and walked behind, the morning mist gradually dissipated, and the warm sunlight fell on her body.

"Mr. Childish, do you want to take me to buy clothes?" Sakura didn't realize it until she entered a clothing store in a noisy street.

"That's right, so Miss should thank me well, such as putting on the clothes I chose with gratitude." Osamu Dazai excitedly picked up the clothes.

Sakura: "..." This childish gentleman seems to have found a new game.

Her eyes swept across the store, and the shop assistant smiled and praised her for being cute, and chose a very sweet pink lace princess dress for her.

Sakura: "I'm not suitable for such clothes."

"Why? It suits you very well," the clerk thought she was joking, and held her face to touch her head. "You will be as cute as a doll when you wear it."

Sakura dodged the clerk's hand with her small face paralyzed inside, holding her head as if refusing to be touched.

"It's so cute." Not only was the clerk not angry, but she was taken aback by Sakura's awkward look.

"Hey, I found a set of clothes that must be very, very suitable for the young lady." Osamu Dazai, who had slipped away to nowhere just now, came over, and put the chosen clothes in front of Sakura with a bright face.

Sakura hugged the thrown clothes, and after seeing clearly, she and the shop assistant fell into silence.

Barbie pink dress, fluorescent green short coat.

It was terribly pink, and green enough to panic.

What kind of suffocating straight male aesthetics is this?No, straight men don't choose clothes like this, do they? ? ?The clerk barely suppressed the twitching corners of her mouth: "This gentleman..."

Osamu Dazai suddenly put his finger on his lips, hissed, and smiled all over his face: "I just want to hear the opinion of the young lady."