My name is Dazai

The words written by his gentle white cat will already be very warm, right?

Then Dazai was suddenly poured a big mouthful of black mud.

Compared with the black mud produced by Dazai himself, the amount of this black mud is actually not large, but the victory is unexpected.

He was almost choked to death by the black mud.

The newspaper was brought to him by Oda Saku today.

Oda Saku, a part-time novelist, would often flip through the newspaper to see if there were any good articles today, and then he saw Tangun's name.

Tangun didn't seem to be too keen on having a pseudonym, so he used his real name.

Odasaku didn't even read it and showed it to Dazai directly. He felt that Dazai should want to read it first.

Tangun didn't know which newspaper the Armed Detective Agency published on weekdays, but he didn't communicate with Dazai, he could still ask Odasaku.

Odasaku didn't mind telling Tangun this kind of information. In fact, neither Dazai nor Tangun had changed their mobile phone numbers or email addresses, so the two of them could connect with each other just by making a phone call.

But neither of them did it.

At the beginning, maybe it was worried that Tangun would be lucky, but later because of Tangun's sudden discharge from the hospital, the atmosphere became awkward, and now it has entered a strange endless loop.

Dazai thought feebly that Tangun must be angry.Although his emotions have been very restrained, it seems that he has no other thoughts except sadness.

But Tangun is also a human being, even a young man. Although he has a good temper, he is not the kind of person who will not get angry.

"Odasaku, have you read it?" Dazai came out of his complicated thoughts.

Odasaku found another newspaper.

The publication volume of this newspaper is not small. It is published by the largest newspaper publishing house in Yokohama. Many things in Yokohama will be published.

The armed detective agency will inevitably obtain the latest situation from the newspaper every day, and use it as the basis for some investigations.

Several copies of each newspaper will be ordered.

Odasaku was sitting on the table, who was reading the newspaper, but was attracted by Dazai's words.

Odasaku's reading speed is not slow, but it's written by Tangun. While reading a novel written by a friend, he can't help but think of that person occasionally, so compared to ordinary readers, he will think a little more.

"Huh? Actually, I've already read it once." Odasaku put down the newspaper.

"What do you think?" Dazai always had a feeling of panic in his heart.

Odasaku pondered, then looked up and then to the side.

I have something to say but I don't know if I should say it or not.

"Odasaku, tell me the truth." Dazai took a deep breath.

"Tangun accuses you of being a 'scumbag' between the lines." Oda Saku spoke quickly.

Dazai: "..."

"He didn't accuse on purpose, it was just written on instinct." Oda defended as Tangun.Like defending a cat who urinates on the poop officer's pillow - you messed with the cat first.

How could Tangun be blamed for such a thing?

Even in Dazai's view, it was for Tangun's benefit.

Although Odasaku did not interfere with Dazai's affairs, he also did not change his point of view.

"Although I still insist on my choice, I can't say that I am not wrong in this matter." Dazai propped his chin with one hand.

"So is Dazai going to do something?" Odasaku asked.

Tangun sorted out the mailbox regularly every day.

Although Natsume Soseki had no one to visit on weekdays, he still had a lot of letters.

As long as you slack off for a day, the mailbox will be full.

Before Tangun came, the mailbox was stretched to the point of deformation, Tangun took a long time to dig out the first letter, he felt that he almost knew the limit of the mailbox.

Then, today, Tangun received the first wave of readers for Heart.

It is the reader who mails the letter to the publishing house, and the publishing house forwards it to him.

He has read all the emails, and today he sent a paper letter.

Tangun had expectations in his heart, hoping that Dazai would see it and write him a letter.

His instinct was that Dazai would write it for him, but at the same time, Dazai probably wouldn't just write his name on it, or even let Tangun know that he wrote it.

Tangun read through these letters, but in the end he didn't recognize which one belonged to Dazai.

If Dazai really wanted to hide it from him, he might not be able to recognize him.

Tangun could only put away all these emails and keep them safe.

As for Natsume Soseki's mail...he didn't open it himself, but Tangun didn't have the right to handle his mail, so he had to find a place to store it.

He looked around the cabinets and saw one in the corner.

Tangun opened the cabinet, and there was a bunch of notebooks stuffed in a mess.

A book with a gorgeous cover fell out of it.Tangun opened it, but found that it was blank.

He thought it was a collector's novel, but he didn't expect it to be just a notebook.

Tangun tidied up the cabinet and put the mail in it.

When he picked up the book, he always felt that there was something attracting him, but no matter how he looked at it, it was a book with excellent binding.

Natsume Soseki told him before that he could use the pens and paper in this house.

Saying this sentence is to believe that there is nothing in this house that Tangun cannot use, just like he said to Tangun before that he can use everything in that room.

So there is no problem for him to write something with this, right?

Tangun squeezed his chin, seriously thinking about what he wanted to write in this notebook.

In his room, Tangun sat for a long time.

There were some things he couldn't write a novel about for publication, but he was annoyed that Dazai had chosen to break up with him.

Because of his fragility, he was afraid of losing him, and breaking up before losing him is really Dazai's way of thinking.

Tangun likes to protect others, because this is his habit since he was a child, but occasionally he would think, if he was weaker, would Dazai cherish his physical fitness compared to his own, which is just beyond ordinary people, but Is it easier to be destroyed under a stronger force, or is it weaker and weaker that people want to take care of?

Tangun agreed with Natsume Soseki's point of view, but he didn't want to do it.

But I don't want to do it, but I can't think about it in my head.

Tangun filled the pen with ink, and he felt himself full of inspiration now.

He writes out things that are impossible to happen in reality, and they will not affect reality anyway.

"Dazai, do we really have no future?" A young man sat on the edge of the rooftop, looking at Dazai.

There was complete melancholy in his eyes.

"Tangun, you are here..." Dazai paused, "Do you mean to jump down?"

"Ah? No, no, no, Dazai, do you think I'm that kind of person?" Tangun was taken aback for a moment, then waved his hand, pointing to the sunset in the distance, "I just think the scenery here is the best, and it's the best place to see the scenery .”

His eyes are bent: "I'm just thinking again, if this place is so beautiful, will there be a higher chance of Dazai agreeing to me to get back together?"

...He hasn't spoken to Tangun for a long time.

Dazai walked up to Tangun and sat down.

He suddenly remembered that he just fell asleep not long ago, if it was a dream, then he should not have to worry about the distance between him and Tangun.

He suddenly moved closer to Tangun, wanting to look into Tangun's face.

Tangun's eyes widened slightly, and a gust of wind blew through his hair.

Dazai pressed his forehead to Tangun's forehead, and then the place where the two heads met turned into a cheek, and finally Dazai couldn't help but hugged Tangun in his dream and kissed.

"Tangun...Tangun...I miss you so much." Dazai couldn't help but said during the breathless kiss.

If he didn't know that this was a dream, and didn't want to be too embarrassed when he woke up, he wouldn't do anything more extreme here.

Tangun's hair was a mess, like a white cat that had been rubbed crazily.

Then the joy on his face increased little by little: "Dazai, you promised me." "No." Dazai pressed his hands on Tangun's shoulders, "It's just that Tangun is so cute, I couldn't bear it for a while." live."

This is just a dream, but there are some words that he doesn't want to make a habit of himself.

Tangun's expression was blank.

Then he lowered his head and gradually became lonely. Dazai felt that he was really a scumbag. Even if he was a person in a dream, seeing Tangun suffer so much made him feel tortured in his heart.

The atmosphere instantly became awkward.

"...Actually, it was just a joke between bad friends." Dazai asked tentatively.

He didn't even know how he could say such stupid things.

Tangun turned his head and looked at Dazai with a smile: "It's okay."

"Anyway, Dazai is such a person..."

Dazai: "..."

"Then what, Tangun, I'm leaving first." Dazai was about to wake up from his dream, even if he couldn't wake up, he would leave here.

He was very relieved that Tangun was here.

However, when he was about to go downstairs, he heard Tangun say, "Actually, for the past four years, my mind has been clear."

Tangun stood on the edge of the roof, tears falling from his eyes: "If there was no Dazai in these four years, I think I would have gone crazy or given up my ability to think. But now, my mind is full of Dazai... ..."

"I just wanted to try Dazai, are you willing to hold me for the last time?"

"I hate you, Dazai." Tangun actually wanted to say something like "I don't blame you", "I like you" or "I love you", but he felt that such words might be too painful, but this kind of irritating Human words can make Dazai feel better.

Dazai was stunned, he felt that he should have lost the ability to understand: "Tangun?"

"Remember to close the door when Dazai goes out later," Tangun said to him.

"Don't..." Dazai ran forward with all his strength.

Tangun looked at the darkened sky, sighed slightly, and jumped down from the upstairs by gravity.

Dazai woke up abruptly from his dream.

His clothes were completely wet with sweat, he panted heavily, and then covered his forehead with his hands.

So... he hates dreaming.

"...What a disgusting feeling." Tangun looked at what he had written.

Because he was not sure about Dazai's reaction, he left many places blank.

but……

Tangun's cheek was pressed against the notebook.

In fact, he was a little envious of the self he wrote, who was able to say these words so bravely.

Although many of them were angry words, he actually wanted to say angry words.

If it weren't for Dazai's sensitive personality, he felt that he wanted to be a willful person.

It's not that he dislikes Dazai, the combination of Dazai's personality is the Dazai he likes, it's just that after a long time, sometimes he really panics.

Tangun felt as if he had opened a door to a new world.

Although he looked disgusted and full of shame when he wrote these things, it was quite useful for venting his emotions. He felt that most of his anger was smoothed out at once, and he was not as depressed as before.

This notebook, called a book, is a treasure that makes people crazy, and gradually became Tangun's "Complete Brain Supplement Handbook".