[Comprehensive] How to kill a rabid dog gently

With another winter approaching, recently, even Yokohama has started to snow.

As a port city, Yokohama does not have the hard and crystal-clear snow scene like the ice field like the northern region. Its snow looks more fluffy and soft, covering the green plants and buildings, as if it is the whitest and softest on the top of the vanilla parfait. Layer the cream.

Kawasaki Sumisi started preparations at the beginning of the month, and when the snow arrived in the middle of the month, the scarf just woven was just in time, and was worn by Osamu Dazai at the right time.

Although considering the nature of Dazai's work, Cheng has chosen pure-colored wool as simple as possible, but after all, it is Cheng's carefully handmade item, and it can be seen at a glance that it is stained with her own softness, which is similar to Dazai's depression. The black coat is still not quite harmonious in style.

Osamu Dazai is very happy about this, no matter where he is going or what kind of tasks he will perform, he will wear it on purpose.

On the other hand, Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who received the scarf, held the opposite attitude. He would never wear this scarf during working hours, and every time he used it, even if it was just the distance from the street to the end of the street, he would still feel the same. Clean up and save carefully afterwards.

"I don't think you need to be so careful, Akutagawa-kun." Cheng walked on the snow, and said to Akutagawa Ryunosuke who happened to meet and walked together, "If it is broken or dirty, I can weave another one."

The boy has grown a lot since the first meeting, he is still thin and thin, but if he wants to look into Cheng's eyes, he has to lower his gaze slightly.

"That's not the problem... But, forget it, it's nothing."

He walked a few steps, and suddenly realized that Cheng was behind him for some reason, so he turned to look at her.

Kawasaki Sumiya squatted sideways on the side of the road, as if she was picking up items that had been accidentally dropped. When Akutagawa turned around, she showed a bright and sly smile.

"Akutagawa-kun!"

At the same time she called her name, a group of white shadows was thrown over, Akutagawa Ryunosuke reflexively launched Rashomon, and then the snowball smashed into pieces on the black fangs, shaking onto the ground snow dust.

Because Akutagawa's surprised expression was so cute, Cheng hugged his stomach and laughed for a while before standing up.

"Rashomon is really too strong... hey, can't it?"

Seeing Akutagawa's Rashomon moving slowly, Summi sharply sounded the alarm and took a few steps back.

"Wait, Akutagawa-kun..."

Before the words fell to the ground, the opponent's abilities had already surged. Cheng turned around and ran away decisively, but it took less than two seconds for Rashomon to catch up. Rashomon, who had gradually gained fame because of his brutal lethality , Just like this, with a large handful of snow, it poured down from the top of Kawasaki Sumiri's head.

Kawasaki Summi, who was retaliated firmly for his sudden prank, had not had time to scream, and his body was already covered with snow particles.

"This must be a foul!"

Cheng smiled and shook his hair, like a small animal that has rolled in the snow and is trying to shake off the snowflakes on its fur.

"Miss Cheng, you attacked first."

"—Are you laughing, are you laughing?" Cheng protested, "I don't remember raising you as a child..."

Akutagawa suddenly leaned close to Cheng, brushing her fingers through Cheng's hair, her voice gradually lowered.

"Snow, take it away."

"Thank you." Cheng looked at the boy's nonchalant side face, "Speaking of which, it was also winter when we first met."

"……Um."

"Actually, I can't say how much I like winter." Cheng said, "But when winter came this year, I couldn't help but think 'ah, this is the time when I met Akutagawa-kun'."

She continued walking on the soft snow.

"Probably in the next winter, I will recall that in the same season, I had a snowball fight with Akutagawa-kun--and in each subsequent winter, new memories will be continuously created and repeated in the same season. In my memory."

She smiled.

"Then maybe I'll like winter."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke listened quietly.

He suddenly remembered that the snow flakes he took from Cheng's hair just now had been held in his hands, and they had already unknowingly turned into slightly wet traces.

At this moment, Akutagawa clearly realized that in his heart, he had a different definition of winter than before.

Oda Sakunosuke frowned, staring at the signboard at the entrance of the dessert house with a slightly bitter expression.

He still remembered that last time, the shop owner, Miss Cheng, told him that the event of adding limited puddings and small plush toys for children under ten years old was in progress, so he might as well bring the children to come and have a look.

Odasaku took note of this matter carefully, but unfortunately, the chores that fell on him after that became extremely heavy, and it was already a week later when he was free to take care of the children.

Oda Tsukuru, who came to the store now, read the content of the activity marked on the signboard repeatedly, and had to regretfully admit that the deadline for the activity has indeed passed, and now the most difficult problem becomes how to appease the children in the future... At this moment, he I was struggling to carry a bunch of young children, and they were about to start crying because they were impatient to wait.

"Mr. Oda?" Sumiya, who noticed that the other party was hesitating at the door, wanted to inquire about the situation, but just happened to see the scene where Oda was staring at the billboard that was too late to remove, "Is it because of the event?"

"original……"

"I see, please wait a moment."

Cheng walked in, and when he reappeared, he had an extra marker in his hand.She changed a few strokes on the billboard, and the end date in the column of the original activity period was changed to the same day.

"That's no problem." Cheng squatted down by the way, and hugged the little girl who rushed over, "Sakule, long time no see."

"It's all because the idiot Odasaku has no time!"

"Is this my fault too?"

"Speaking of which, has Mr. Oda been writing recently?"

"Let's say it did, but it didn't go well."

"Mr. Oda, I am looking forward to it. Such a wonderful story, what kind of ending will Mr. Oda give it?"

Oda Sakunosuke was silent for a while.

"Do you really think so, Miss Cheng...Is it really okay for me to continue writing the ending?"

"Mr. Oda, you love that book more than I do..." she said, "If anyone besides the author himself can really understand the thoughts and thoughts of the characters in the book, I'm afraid it's only you."

They sat down at the seats Cheng arranged, and Cheng got up to get the pudding plate.The children were making noise, Odasaku was still thinking about Cheng's words, Sakule sat next to Odasaku and tugged on his sleeve.

"Hey, Odasaku, did you say that?"

"say what?"

"About inviting Miss Cheng." The little girl puffed up her cheeks, "Don't you have something to say to Miss Cheng, you idiot Odasaku!"

It was yet another thing that made him hesitate.

But he didn't have any more time to hesitate, Cheng had already walked out with the plate in his hand.

"Miss Cheng..."

As soon as Odasaku spoke, Cheng's cell phone rang. She gave Odasaku a sorry look, got up and walked aside to answer the phone.

Odasaku couldn't hear her conversation clearly, but he saw Cheng's expression suddenly softened.

The voice in the bottom of my heart already had guesses, and a touch of regret and bitterness quietly emerged, but soon there was no more waves.

"Is it a lover?"

Odasaku asked calmly.

"Huh? Yes." Cheng pinned his hair a little embarrassedly, "He is a worry-free person...By the way, what did Oda-san want to tell me just now?"

"me……"

He said.

"After completing the ending, I hope that Ms. Cheng can become the first reader...that's all."

The snow stopped in the evening, the sky was not very clear, and the gray clouds were very low.

Before Cheng came back, Osamu Dazai stood alone by the window sill for a long time. He was wearing a mourning black overcoat, showing no emotion, until he heard Cheng's footsteps, the cold aura around him eased slightly.

"Cheng, I'm afraid I'll be busy for a while."

"Is it an emergency?"

"Well, my friend... who is also an intelligence agent in the organization has disappeared."

Osamu Dazai walked behind Cheng, hugged her shoulders, and buried his face in his lover's hair.

"I have a bad feeling."

"It's okay, Dazai."

Cheng said softly.

"I am here."