Natsume's Little Mister

Only Osamu Dazai knows what he thinks.

Under Dazai Osamu's intervention, Nakahara Chuya half-believingly let go of the annoyance that arose in his heart, and apologized to Natsume who had suffered an indiscriminate disaster.

After solving the misunderstanding, everyone found that Natsume's room was unoccupied because of the fight between the two, and the hotel was fully booked and there were no vacancies.

Nakahara, who has a strong sense of responsibility, also suggested that Natsume go to rest in the bedroom of his suite, and the cadre who was not short of money booked the suite on the top floor.

It was just declined by Natsume.

"After all, I'm still a member of the Butei Club. It would be bad if your subordinates see us living together and cause your leaders to misunderstand."

"Then where do you live?" Zhong Yuanzhong was also a little worried.

"I'll find someone to arrange it, and if it's really not possible, I can squeeze with Dazai, uh, I can squeeze with Mr. Ranpo." Natsume raised his mouth to Dazai, and then remembered that the other party once said "I don't like hugging men", and the conversation stopped Said along the way.

"Mr. Nakahara, don't worry." Natsume tilted her head and smiled slightly.

In the evening, the orange-red afterglow fell on the tip of his hair, like a dancing flame, so hot that no one dared to look at it.

After Dazai and Nakahara Chuya left, Natsume sat heavily on the bed, his eyes fell on the books on the table, and he pursed his lips and sighed.

Osamu Dazai didn't mention anything before he left, making Natsume not sure what he was thinking.

After hesitating for a while, Natsume let go of the worries in his heart and decided to let nature take its course.

Ever since he saw the different Osamu Dazai in that alley, he has changed a lot towards Dazai, and he believes that the other party will not cheat him.

Not thinking about it anymore, Natsume looked at the messy door and called Editor Miki to ask if he could find him another place to live.

Editor Miki did not expect such an accident. After coordinating, he regretfully told Natsume that there were no suitable hotels around, but he had a friend who lived in Yahara, and asked him if he would like to borrow one night from his friend. .

"That's my deskmate in middle school, and he's also working in the literary club now. If he knows that a writer he likes is coming to live with him, he will definitely welcome him. In addition, his wife cooks delicious food." Miki Ichiro praised.

"Will this be very disturbing?" Natsume frowned hesitantly.

"Ah, wait a minute, I received his reply." Editor Miki's voice weakened for a while.

When he came back, his tone was obviously relaxed.

"Fujiwara said that he welcomes you to come over and is already tidying up your bedroom, but he has a small condition."

Natsume: "What condition?"

"He hopes that you can write a blessing to his wife. His wife is your book fan."

"Ah, that's okay." Natsume knew that this might be an excuse to comfort him, but he still felt warm in his heart.

"Okay, then I'll drive you there." Miki Ichiro handled the matter neatly, and immediately hung up the phone to express his presence.

Natsume repacked the luggage, and when he was sorting out the autograph books on the table, he counted to the end, only to realize that two books were missing.

Known: Nakahara Chuya and Osamu Dazai were the only ones who entered his room, and Nakahara Chuya didn't bring anything with him when he left, so who would be the one who took the book?

"Sure enough, Dazai found out." Natsume held his chin, feeling the big stone in his heart suddenly fall to the ground.

"Dazai wants to use this to tell me that he found out." Natsume tidied up the book, and thought with a bit of a smile: "Really, since you already know, you still tease me like that, it's just as naughty as Ranpo."

After packing up his things, Natsume dug out the account of friends, found the one with "Madara" written on it, closed his eyes and released spiritual power to cover the paper, and the silent frequency swayed from the paper.

After a while, a gust of wind blew past the window, and Mr. Cat's chubby body jumped in from the window.

"Natsu, what's wrong?"

"I want to live in another place, you and I can identify the door."

Natsume pushed the suitcase and walked out. Mr. Cat nimbly jumped on top of the suitcase and dented the suitcase.

Natsume:……

It's time to lose weight, teacher!

As the sun was setting, Ichiro Miki drove Natsume through the bustling business district, heading towards the peaceful and warm residential area of ​​Yahara.

The deciduous trees in autumn are turning yellow, and the ginkgo leaves are adorned on the branches. Picking them up is a literary and fresh bookmark.

Yayuan's city flower, gentian, is blooming on the grassland and hillside beside the street. The purple-blue flowers stand gracefully, and the half-opened ones look like small lanterns, while the blooming ones look like lilies and blue lotuses. The beauty bowed her head and smiled.

Natsume admired the idyllic scenery, which was completely different from Yokohama, and made a note in his heart that he planned to use it as the material for future writing.

The mood is quite good, very leisurely.

However, as the car drove further and further away, Natsume found that the environment in front of him gradually became familiar.

It wasn't until then that he suddenly realized that the host, Fujiwara, was mentioned on the phone by Editor Miki.

Fujiwara...Aunt Toko and Uncle Shizuo?

Natsume Takashi took a deep breath, and for a moment he felt dizzy, his heart was beating uncontrollably, his blood seemed to be boiling, and he lost control of his reason and expression.

The young man curled up nervously with calloused fingers, and the half-sleeping teacher Cat moved to his lap and lay down on his knees, as heavy as his mood at the moment.

"Could it be Aunt Tazi and Uncle Zi that I thought?" Natsume couldn't help asking herself in her heart, but she didn't dare to ask Editor Miki for confirmation.

Anxiety, excitement, fear, joy...

My mind seemed to stop spinning, filled and occupied by all kinds of emotions.

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The author has something to say:

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The rhythm of my writing may be relatively slow, and my thinking is easy to go astray. Please bear with me, bow down!

感谢在2020-12-0201:44:52~2020-12-0301:21:53期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw the mines: the sweet-toothed cat, the port mafia-Lou Yun, the quilt quilt 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of cats who love sweets; 2 bottles of buceng and black bunny; 1 bottle of Yun and Shengjiu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!