My name is Dazai

Tangun's fever subsided almost overnight.

Although I still had a low-grade fever and cough, the alarm clock rang.

Tangun didn't have the habit of continuing to sleep when the alarm clock rang, so he just turned over and planned to make breakfast.

He is not a person who will be brave, although he is very grateful to Natsume Soseki for helping him, but if his body really can't bear it, he will not force himself to cook.

So when Natsume Soseki got up, what he saw was breakfast made on the table.

"Because I woke up a little early in the morning, so I made it casually. I didn't ask Mr. Natsume about your taste last night, so you can add seasoning yourself." Tangun made a relatively simple breakfast.

He doesn't like embarrassing himself very much.

Then his eyes twitched as he watched Natsume Soseki dig a large spoonful of jam from a jam jar, spread a layer of jam almost as thick as the whole toast, and stuff it directly into his mouth.

Does this taste anything other than sweet?

It was as if he was cooking for Dazai for the first time, and Dazai added several spoonfuls of monosodium glutamate to it without saying a word.

Are you Yokohama people a little bit seriously ill?

"Mr. Natsume" Tangun raised his hand weakly, he was already unable to distinguish whether it was physical weakness or inner weakness, "Be careful with your blood sugar."

Natsume Soseki, who was happily eating jam, glanced at him, as if he didn't really want to listen to his suggestion.

After eating, Natsume Soseki picked up his coat and prepared to go out.

"I'll give you 1 yuan first, as the cost of buying vegetables this month." Natsume Soseki took out from the dusty drawer the wallet that he had basically never used since he turned into a cat to eat and drink. He took out a banknote from the wallet, and then stuffed the wallet back in front of Tangun without hesitation, not worried at all that Tangun took his wallet away while he was not paying attention, "If it's not enough, you know where the wallet is , you just take it yourself, it doesn’t matter if you keep the receipt or not.”

Holding the [-]-yuan bill, Tangun was a little dazed.

This amount of money is not too much, the reason for his confusion is just why does he feel that he has become a housewife?

It's been a long time since Dazai went to the hospital to see Tangun.

It wasn't that he didn't care, and it wasn't that he was too busy to take time off, it was just that he was worried that the all-pervasive mouse knew where Tangun was going.

Normally, he would be able to ensure that Fyodor could not find him, but he dared not take the risk.After all, the two are equal chess players.

On the one hand, he was worried that he was too close to Tangun, which would make Tangun feel hopeful;

This was something Dazai hadn't expected.

In fact, he didn't really try to guess the thoughts of the people close to him, so he didn't expect this situation.

Instead of going to the hospital, Dazai went to the place where he and Tangun lived together before.

The dust at the door seemed to indicate that no one had ever entered.

Dazai picked the lock.

The smell of dust in the room hits the face.

Dazai coughed a few times.

He hadn't been here since Tangun's accident, and it always reminded him of bad things.Dazai used to live in very casual places, as if he could sleep on the street with just a piece of cardboard, without any personal belongings.But after he lived with Tangun, Tangun added a lot of things here.For example, hanging pictures, table lamps, various decorations...

Dazai brushed the dust off the table.

And those two really ugly cats.

These are all his personal belongings.

Because Tangun's incident happened suddenly, the furniture in the room was not covered with white cloth, so it was covered with a thick layer of dust.

Dazai pinched the bridge of his nose and felt a bit of a headache. This was his negligence. If Tangun really came, would he still need to spend a lot of effort to clean up the room?

Ever since Tangun also came to live, there were more personal belongings in the house, and the person who helped clean up did not come here again.

Tangun doesn't live here...

Dazai took a basin of water and started tidying up the room.

Not too surprising actually, is it?Tangun is not the kind of person who accepts other people's things with peace of mind, let alone the breakup fee that comes from an unwilling breakup.

Tangun is also quite proud, but the direction of his pride is not the same as that of Dazai.

After Dazai simply cleaned up all the dust, he felt his back ached, and then he felt that he had to check Tangun's current location.

Yokohama is not safe right now, if Tangun wanders outside, he might meet nasty rats, and it would be terrible if he meets people from the port mafia.

He needed to know that Tangun was safe before he could rest assured.

Dazai can easily find Tangun anywhere, but the place he found is really wonderful.

There are not many places in Yokohama that Dazai can't find.Basically only Mori Ogai, Fyodor and Edogawa Ranpo could hide it from him.

And this three-flowered cat, which is actually a human being.

Since Natsume Soseki took Tangun in, in order not to expose himself, he would naturally clean up Tangun's traces.

He didn't have the necessary juncture, he didn't want others to know that his ability was just to turn into a cat, after all, he had fooled everyone with his powerful ability, not just turning into a cat to eat and drink.

The unknown is the scariest thing.

Tangun was counting the dishes in the refrigerator, and felt that he had better go out and buy something today.

Natsume Soseki is like an old otaku, most of the kitchen is full of convenience food.

How did he live before? Could it be that he went out to eat every day?

But his wallet was covered in ashes.

Natsume Soseki is said to be back at night, he likes to eat sweets.

Tangun just felt that he was too cruel to eat sweets, and people would always worry that his blood sugar would explode.

He went out for a while, prepared a meal that could last for a long time, and then took out the manuscript paper bought with his own money in the living room and began to write.

He found a stable place and didn't have to worry about his own board and lodging for the time being, so he wanted to write something and submit it for a try.

He liked writing very much before, and he had too many things to write after lying in bed for four years, and he had just experienced a breakup, and he was eager to write something to express his emotions.

The three-flowered cat jumped in from the backyard silently.

On weekdays, he would eat at Haruno Qiluozi's, but the other party basically only cooked cat food for him. Since there were more feeders, he came back to eat.

Tangun was originally focused on writing, and the three-flowered cat was slender. When he jumped out of the window, he made no sound, and then walked behind Tangun on a quiet catwalk.

Tangun was startled by a hand that suddenly appeared.

That hand directly picked up the manuscript he had finished writing.

Having just experienced "Resident Evil", he was almost frightened and flew up.

"Mr. Natsume, when did you come back?" Tangun looked at Natsume Soseki and took a deep breath.

Although he writes with concentration, it's not like he can't find someone coming in, right?

Natsume Soseki seemed to be slow, so he asked for Tangun's opinion: "Do you mind if I read it?"

Tangun could only say: "I don't mind." He felt that Natsume Soseki had watched it for a long time, and there was no point in refusing it now, as refusing would make him feel like a shy and introverted person.

Some people may feel that it is a shameful thing to show others what they have written, but it is not a big deal to Tangun.

Tangun originally wanted to continue writing, but even he felt nervous now.

He poked the manuscript paper lightly with the tip of his pen: "Mr. Natsume, why don't you go eat first?"

"Wait a while." Natsume Soseki sat down, apparently cooking was not too important to him.

This attitude is really like no one else.

Tangun always felt that the guy in front of him was also a cat, and judging by his hair color, he should still be a three-colored cat.

Tangun packed up his things and waited for Natsume Soseki to finish.

Even if the other party wasn't the kind person who took him in, or he was older than him, if the other party didn't go to eat, he couldn't sit down.

Natsume Soseki finished reading the last page. Tangun was far from finished, but he had already written quite a bit.

He suddenly thought of the young killer whom he had persuaded him to be good many years ago, what a goofy guy he was, he had written a few short stories in so many years, and Tangun had written a lot in such a short period of time.

Although in terms of talent, Tangun seems to be a bit incomparable to Oda Saku, but he is also a rare literary talent and enthusiasm to write actively.

In this world of withered literature, Natsume Soseki felt that he was about to cry.

He put Tangun's manuscripts in order and put them on the table.

"Are you going to eat?" Tangun suddenly felt like an old woman trying to persuade her children to eat.

"No, I want to ask, are you interested in learning writing with me? Although the University of Tokyo has rejected you, if you are willing to learn with me, I can help you contact the University of Tokyo, but you probably want to go to the Department of Literature .” Natsume Soseki’s interest came.

"Huh?" Tangun never thought that pies would fall on his head one after another.