I still found the wrong target for the strategy today [Comprehensive]

It's full? ?

why?

She didn't do anything...

Hanase suddenly became unsure.

It's so magical.

— Could it be that she actually did something?

"..."

At this moment, the way Hanase looked at Sawada changed.

It was a change that almost made Sawada speechless.

Shocked, flustered, even sad.

Sawada almost thought he had said something wrong.

But in fact, he himself was already ashamed of his unhesitating declaration just now.

——To think that he just yelled such words to her directly...

Hanase will find it troublesome, right?

Sawada thought anxiously.

Looking up, I saw Hanase walking towards him quickly, and getting faster and faster, as if chasing something.

"Sawada."

Hanase called his name shortly, perhaps because it was too short, Sawada couldn't hear the trembling in her voice.

Then, Sawada was caught off guard and hugged.

The girl's body is very soft, completely different from the fierceness of the fight; it is also completely different from her external performance.

Sawada never really got to know many sides of her.

Gentle, calm, indifferent, intimate... He likes each of them very much.

"you are stupid."

The girl who hugged him tightly, whispered such a sentence in her ear.

There was no familiar sarcasm, unexpected words, with a kind of sadness that Sawada could not understand.

"Ah...that..."

For some reason, Sawada felt that she was very sad.Even if she didn't cry.

Sawada was a little poor in words, but he still racked his brains to comfort her, only then did he realize that his vocabulary was poor enough.

"If I say something wrong, can I apologize to you...I'm really stupid, don't be sad. That...you must not be sad, I don't want you to be sad. "

Hanase bit her lower lip abruptly.

It is an emergency mechanism to prevent myself from making any sudden gaffes.

"I'm not unhappy..." Hanase said very gently, she rarely used this kind of tone, so rare that she was a little uncomfortable, "I'm very happy that you can say that to me. Few people... no , plus you, only two people have ever said that to me."

Sawada seemed to be infected by the unspeakable loneliness that she had never encountered before, and the nervousness and anxiety on his face calmed down: "...What, what do you say?"

Hanase patted his back lightly, like a blessing: "Be happy, Sawada-kun."

It is clearly the most common honorific, much farther away than the word "Sawada" that Hanase often uses, but Sawada just feels that this is the closest time Hanase has called him.

It's like saying goodbye.

"I remember."

Sawada responded solemnly.

Hanase, who had always been calm, seemed to be instantly relieved. When the slightly lengthy hug ended and she retreated, she saw a childish smile that flashed across her lips like fireworks yesterday.

"..."

It's the best he's ever seen.

……

Hanase walked along the way back, which was the correct route, without any deviation.

It's just that he didn't use transportation, and it took a little longer.

It's already afternoon, but the sun is still so irresistible spreading in every corner.

Occasionally passers-by on the road cast strange glances at Hanase, and she walked step by step, like an ordinary person without any abnormalities.

But gradually, her pace slowed down.In the end, it even became very heavy. This kind of heaviness can be felt by people passing by her, as if a jack is pressed on the back.

She finally stopped.

Unaware of where she was, she stood in the boundary between light and darkness, panting, making one wonder if there was a lack of oxygen in the surrounding area.

Hanase felt that it was difficult to breathe, and the scene in front of her was even more scattered.

A white hand suddenly stretched out and clasped her wrist, Hanase suddenly saw the edge of the white bandage on the other's wrist.

As if catching a life-saving straw in the ups and downs, Hanase suddenly backhanded and tightly grasped the man's wrist.

She was trembling all over, and this movement silently revealed the meaning of calling for help.

"Relax." A familiar voice came from my ear, calm and pleasant, as clear as crystal beads smashed from the ice, "follow the rhythm, inhale, exhale, inhale...very good, don't be nervous , follow this rhythm a few more times."

Dazai commanded the girl in front of him to breathe in an orderly manner, and he didn't know what kind of luck it was, but he just ran into someone on the side of the road who had respiratory symptoms.

He was really distracted and reached out to help, but unexpectedly his wrist was grabbed by the other party. The momentary force made him almost do something, but the most intuitive reaction was to raise his eyebrows with great interest.

This kind of strength is not something that ordinary girls can have.

Dazai noticed the girl was crying.

Shortness of breath due to excessive emotional ups and downs is not uncommon, and this should be it.

Hanase's breathing gradually calmed down, without that sense of suffocation, but her psychological defense collapsed even more.

She really couldn't control it. Tears flowed out of her eyes like a flood. She stretched out her hand to wipe it, but it didn't help. She tried hard to stabilize the embarrassing situation, but the tears fell even harder.

Hanase didn't even have a chance to verify the identity of the person in front of her for a while, she could only feel that the person hadn't left - she was still holding the person's hand, as if she was still suffering from symptoms of respiratory syndrome, clutching at the last rescue straw.

Dazai let her catch him.

He has nothing important to do today.

But it's interesting to see the little girl struggling to stop her tears. Sometimes he likes to observe the world in this way, and most of them can't affect him.

Dazai handed her the tissue he had won in the lottery on his body.

Hanase took it.

She cried so hard that she couldn't speak.

But no sound came out.

Dazai looked down at her, the girl's back was stretched very tight like the neckline of a dying swan, apparently trying to endure it.

She was still trying to stop her tears, one hand was obviously inconvenient, but she insisted on pulling him.

"I'm not leaving." Dazai put away the habitual smile on his face in an indifferent tone, and said lightly and unquestionably, "You cry first."

This sentence is too strange, it seems a bit indifferent or out of place in this scene.

But Hanase had recognized his voice.

For no reason or reason, the slack in her heart suddenly appeared in front of this familiar person.

Even if they don't have any extra fetters.

Pedestrians passing by looked at them with unusually strange eyes, and Dazai received many eyes that silently accused him of being a scumbag. He just looked back at them one by one with a smile. On the surface, he seemed to have a good temper. The pure and good boy.

Hanase seldom cried, and it was even rarer that she couldn't stop crying like this.

She snatched food from a stray dog ​​when she was young, and was almost bitten off an arm. She had never cried for so long.

It's useless to cry, and it might even annoy well-meaning people, so she stopped crying, did everything she could do, and tried her best to live on.

When she finally finished crying, the clothes on Dazai's left shoulder were almost completely soaked—seeing the girl cry silently, even Dazai, who thought he had no good intentions, felt a little inappropriate, so he borrowed a shoulder to let the scene Can look a little better.

"I……"

The girl's first voice turned out to be a single sentence after forcibly calming down.

She really didn't cry out, not even sobbing.

"I'm lost." After a short pause, Hanase managed to speak a complete sentence, her voice was already a little hoarse and nasal, "...don't want to leave."

Dazai tilted his head, his eyes were cute and cute, his eyes seemed to be a little younger in line with this sentence, he blinked and said: "Then I have to go, isn't it just waiting to die if I stop?"

Hanase shook her head stubbornly: "It's because I went wrong."

Dazai looked at her reddened ears from crying, and replied in a tone that was so natural that it even brought a rhetorical question: "But you were the one who left in the first place, whether it was wrong or lost, it was you who left."

"..."

Hanase bowed her head deeply, and Dazai saw that her whole body suddenly became more rigid.

"It's useless to regret the path you've already traveled and to hesitate about the path you're going to take now. The best way to resolve this emotion is—" Dazai said with one hand in his pocket, "Put you back At that moment, you still do it.”

"The so-called regret, isn't it just asking yourself repeatedly and making assumptions like 'what if' and 'it would be fine'?" Dazai stood in the sun, bathed in warmth, but the words he uttered were chilling, "But at that time You made the decision, and when the situation on the ground repeats itself, you will do it again."

There is no regret medicine, let alone assumptions.

All of them are false. To put it bluntly, wouldn't you make such a decision if you go back again?

There is no prophet, no matter how many times you repeat, people without memory will still make various actions that make them regret.

"Besides," Dazai sighed leisurely, without any regrets, but just wanted to do this, "who knows if you really went wrong?"

Such a rhetorical question made Hanase finally cast her eyes from the ground to Dazai.

Dazai saw her bright red eyes.

"She's a very pretty little girl." Dazai made such a mature evaluation with the identity of being only two years older.

"I..." Hanase thought for a while, "...I don't know what else to choose."

"Isn't it easier?" Dazai replied quickly, still in such a casual attitude, but with an unmistakable determination on his face, "There is only one road in front of you, and this is the least suspenseful one." Multiple choice."

Because there is no choice.

—— Hanase suddenly understood why she was so eager to grab Dazai.

She thought Dazai could give her an answer.

As long as she has this answer, she can keep going.

If she needs something, she must give something in exchange.

"I understand." Hanase looked at Dazai's brown eyes, which were more beautiful than jewels, and she was completely calmed down, "Thank you for your words."

"I just do a little bit of good deeds." Dazai waved his hand, not paying attention to it.

Hanase noticed that his cuffs were wrinkled, not to mention the wet shoulders.

"I'm sorry I ruined your clothes," she said with some unease.

"This?" Dazai pursed his lips, lowered his head and looked himself up and down, without paying attention, "This is not a high-end product, and you will need expensive dry cleaning fees if you touch it casually."

He glanced at Hanase's expression, and pointed behind her casually: "I'm really sorry, please buy me coffee."

Dazai said with a smile:

"—the customers inside have been paying attention to us for a long time."