Miss Tsushima

"Is that so? I see."

The sunshine of early spring lazily shines on the street, the cherry blossom trees are blooming, the petals are blowing with the breeze, the shops are scaled up, and the rows of red brick houses show a retro atmosphere.

Tsushima Hiiragi was holding a full handbag in one hand and a mobile phone in the other, and was concentrating on answering the conversation.

"I see, you can handle this kind of thing as you see fit." The plastic bag was full of manuscript paper and stationery, and Le's palm hurt, so she switched hands.

"You don't need to tell me about such trivial matters. By the way, I have someone to choose for the leading actor." Tsushima Hiiragi recalled with squinted eyes, "There is a little boy named Maihara Saya, and I think he is quite suitable."

Tsushima Hiiragi saw Maihara Saya at the press conference of the new book. Her delicate doll-like face, sea blue short hair, and gentle smile left a deep impression on her.

Although he is still young, he will definitely become a character not to be underestimated in time.

Tsushima Hiiragi, who has seen his smile, judges so, so he is willing to give him this opportunity to play the boyhood of the male protagonist in her upcoming novel.

The film and television director on the other end of the phone asked ramblingly, and she answered intermittently as she walked.

"careful!"

Tsushima Hiiragi stopped at the sound of howling wind in his ears.

An afterimage fell quickly, and she was suddenly covered by someone, with a big hand covering her head.

The crackling sound reached her ears, and Tsushima Hiiragi blinked blankly, a few steps away from her, a black flower pot was smashed into pieces, and the red petals fell to the ground.

One can imagine that if there was no such person to hold her back, and she would be hit by such a falling flower pot, a magician like her with speed and double E could directly return to the Seat of Heroes.

This is the characteristic of being a heroic spirit of Osamu Dazai, lucky E, dodging battles to save his life, and always wandering between life and death.

In other words, there will always be unintentional actual death, or encounter such a thing.

Tsushima Hiiragi looked at the person above him, his hands resting on his face, his chest heaving with heat, he was wearing a beige and half-worn windbreaker.

When he noticed that Tsushima Hiiragi was staring at him without blinking, he immediately withdrew his hand and propped himself up, "Sorry, I'm sorry."

"No, I should thank you."

He stretched out his hand, Tsushima Hiiragi gave it to him, and stood up with strength.

"Your hand is hurt." When holding his hand, Tsushima Hiiragi noticed a long bloody gash on his arm, which was the broken flowerpot when he was protecting her head just now The splinters, right?

"Ah, this one?" The man was bending down to pick up the manuscript paper and books scattered on the ground by Tsushima Hiiragi, "It's nothing serious, don't worry."

"Such a big wound will be infected." Tsushima Hiiragi frowned disapprovingly, "Please go to the humble house and bandage it, it's not far ahead."

"It's really unnecessary." The man didn't seem to be good at getting along with young girls, so he refused dryly.

"Then at least put some Band-Aids on it."

Tsushima Hiiragi was very thankful that when she went to refill the medicine today, the boss gave her a lot of band-aids, she took them out of her pocket and motioned for the man to extend his hand.

The man couldn't refuse her kindness, so he stretched out his hand helplessly, a long wound on his thick hand was oozing blood, Tsushima Hiiragi tore off the wrapping of the Band-Aid, and stuck it horizontally on the wound.

When she tore it apart, she found that the band-aid was printed with a pink hallokitty pattern, which was pasted on his wheat-colored, well-proportioned big hand, which felt very inconsistent.

No matter how strange it looked, Tsushima Hiiragi held the band-aid for a while, and looked up at the man's face.

He was also looking at Fenfen-Nennen's Band-Aid with a blank face, and when he noticed Tsushima Hiiragi's embarrassing gaze, he looked away and looked at the bag in his hand, "Is this Mr. Tsushima's new book?"

He tried his best to change the topic, and stretched his hand forward, indicating that he didn't care.

"This book..." He paused and focused, "But hasn't it been released yet?"

"If you want, I can give it to you." Tsushima Hiiragi unwrapped several band-aids in one breath, and stuck them on the long wound one by one.

"However, this book is quite difficult."

"It's okay." When Pikachu, Squirtle, and SpongeBob SquarePants were colorfully covering up the wounds, she took a long breath and smiled.

"Thank you so much. To be honest, I have always been Tsushima-sensei's fan."

"I can't see that you are the type who likes to read."

Indeed, with short rust-red hair, an unshaven beard, and well-developed muscles of wheat color, this man looks like a man of high strength.

He obviously has extraordinary height and handsome face, but his sense of presence is very weak.

Moreover, the speed of the flowerpot falling from a high altitude, at that time, the reaction speed...

soldier?mercenary?mafia?killer?

But it has nothing to do with her.

Most importantly, this man has a face that doesn't look like someone who likes to read.

"Ah, I'm sorry to say it." The man said something that didn't fit his image in a serious manner, "I have always liked Mr. Tsushima very much, and I have carefully read every book of his."

"In fact, I also want to be a novelist, and I have learned a lot from Tsushima-sensei's books."

Tsushima Hiiragi suddenly became interested, "Is Tsushima Hiiragi your favorite writer?"

"No." He said decisively, "My favorite is an unknown writer named Natsume Soseki."

"It was also because of one of his novels that I wanted to be a novelist."

"..."

Unexpectedly, Natsume Soseki again?Tsushima Hiiragi felt suddenly upset. Natsume Soseki was highly praised by Mr. Akutagawa. Even when he wrote "I Am a Cat", Mr. Akutagawa also wrote "I Am a Dog".

Mr. Akutagawa also said that he wanted to take a bath with Natsume Soseki, and she also wanted to take a bath with Akutagawa-sensei!

Why is there Natsume Soseki in this world without Mr. Akutagawa!

and!Actually!Not famous yet!

Since he is the idol of Akutagawa-sensei, he should strive to be famous all over Japan, which is decent!

As expected, this world should be destroyed, ah, this world without Mr. Akutagawa but with Natsume Soseki should be destroyed.

"Have you heard of Natsume-sensei?" Looking at Tsushima Hiiragi's face suddenly gloomy, the man became excited as if he had found a bosom friend.

He helped Tsushima Hiiragi carry the bag while thinking, "Ms. Natsume's novels can bring hope to people. Although I only finished the first book and didn't have the second book, that's why I want to become a writer... ..."

He helped Tsushima Hiiragi carry the things to the door of the house, and Tsushima Hiiragi also heard him talk about Mr. Natsume all the way.

"So, that's it, I want to be a writer." He took a breath, wondering why he couldn't help but say so much to someone he met for the first time.

"Thank you for helping me carry my things back." Tsushima Hiiragi bowed and pinned his long hair behind his ears, "I'm sorry to trouble you, but this book is just a thank you gift."

The man took the book, "Thank you very much."

While exchanging pleasantries, his cell phone rang suddenly, "Oda, where did you go?"

"I'll be right back." He nodded to Tsushima Hiiragi, then turned and left randomly.

"Wait...wait..." A ridiculous thought appeared in Tsushima Hiiragi's mind, and she hesitated, "Excuse me, your name is..."

He looked back in some puzzlement, but still replied, "Oda Sakunosuke."

"Oda... Sakunosuke." Tsushima Hiiragi repeated blankly, walked quickly to his side, took out his mobile phone, "Let's exchange the line and mailbox."

"?" The man looked puzzled.

"I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Tsushima Hiiragi, and I'm a novelist." Tsushima Hiiragi said.

He immediately took out his phone.

When the name of Oda Sakunosuke was lying in his mailbox, Tsushima Hiiragishi's tightly pursed lips began to smile.

She raised her head and stared deeply at Oda Sakunosuke,

"Odasaku, you must..."

"He will definitely be a good novelist."

The bar under the warm yellow light, the three people clinking glasses, this memory is unforgettable even when she has become Tsushima Hiiragi, her friend, who died of tuberculosis shortly after that meeting.

Oda Sakunosuke.

I didn't expect to meet again in this world in this way.

"You can ask me." Tsushima Hiiragi smiled and pointed to the phone, "About writing... anything, you can ask me."

Oda Sakunosuke nodded, although he still wanted to chat again, he turned and left.

Tsushima Hiiragi held the phone tightly and watched his back gradually disappear before entering the door.

Spring is here, the peach blossoms in the courtyard are in full bloom, and the hydrangeas in the flower garden are also unfolding their petals, which are light blue and purple, layer upon layer, and Tsushima Hiiragi sometimes picks off the pink petals that fall on her hair.

She took two steps slowly, took out her key and stood at the door. After a long time, she turned around helplessly.

"Since you're here, why don't you go in?"

She walked under the peach blossom tree and looked up.

"Dazai-kun?"

A pale pink Kazuki hangs brilliantly above his head, and Osamu Dazai in a black coat sits on the tree branch, surrounded by layers of pink flowers.

There were peach blossoms scattered on his hair, shoulders, iris eyes drooping, long eyelashes blinked, and another pink flower landed, from the corner of his eyes, across his pursed lips.

The wind blew his fine black hair, his expression was indifferent, the sun shined through the lush branches, mottled and cast on his face, his eyes were shining like glass.

"Obviously you can go in directly." Tsushima Hiiragi laughed and held out his hand.

"Didn't you just pry the door of my house last time?" She grabbed the elf on the tree and led him to the dust, "Do you really want me to invite you in?"

"Why do you love being coquettish so much?"

"Little bastard."