In Yokohama's days as a writer

"Ah-choo—" Osamu Dazai couldn't help but sneezed.

Oda Sakunosuke handed him a tissue, and asked worriedly: "Dazai also gets sick, it's really rare."

"No!" Osamu Dazai blew his nose and waved his hands angrily, "Only idiots get colds!"

Oda Sakunosuke reached out to lift the hair on Dazai Osamu's forehead, put his palm on Dazai Osamu's forehead, and stayed on it for a while.

"Hmm..." Oda Sakunosuke withdrew his hand, "I feel a little hot."

Sure enough, it must be a cold, Oda Sakunosuke sighed inwardly.

Although his good friend has become a trustworthy adult, he is still like a child in some respects.

I don't know how to take care of myself, look, even if I'm sick now, I'm completely unconscious.

"Odasaku, I'm really fine, I'm just a little excited and I'll be fine after a while." Dazai Osamu didn't care, he really didn't feel anything at all from his expression.

"Also, the writers' meeting is about to start, let's go find Ango!" Osamu Dazai looked forward to it with starry eyes, "It's been many years since the trio finally got together, ah~ I feel like I'm about to cry just listening to it Sprinkled on the spot!"

"Is that so?" Oda Sakunosuke always felt that something was wrong.

"Yes, yes! I can't wait to see the bald Ango!" Dazai Osamu's pretentious appearance could not conceal his restless heart.

Oda Sakunosuke gave up thinking about the above problems, but instead became strongly worried about the Ango Sakaguchi described by Osamu Dazai.

Ah, I heard that there are a lot of jobs in government agencies, and the Supernatural Secret Service is also there. Ango seems to work overtime every day there.

It's not really bald, why don't you ask Sawada-kun for your experience, after all, they are all professional overtime workers, so there will always be something in common.

Sawada Tsunayoshi: Ah Choo——

If Ango is here, he must refute loudly: he is not bald!Everything is slander by Osamu Dazai! !It's because you, Oda, have been doting on him all the time, that makes someone become more and more lawless!

In fact, what right does Ango Sakaguchi have to say that? After all, Osamu Dazai caused troubles, and Ango Sakaguchi always complained and frantically dealt with the aftermath of him!

He said he was looking for Ango Sakaguchi, but Osamu Dazai didn't move at all. Instead, he asked Oda Tsukuru to call Ango over.

Because the seats are all reserved and full, the two of them passed by, and there is no place for them to sit, so it is better to ask An Wu to come to the backstage, and there is no obstacle to chatting.

It was still Dazai who was thoughtful, and Odasaku was not a procrastinator, so he called Ango on the spot.

And when Ango Sakaguchi came over, he saw someone lying on the sofa like an old man, leisurely.

"Alas~" An Wu raised his forehead, "I should have thought of it earlier, who else would be so inhumane and make me run up and down besides you."

Osamu Dazai sat up, his whole face turned into a Q version, he put his chin on his hands and showed a very sweet smile, and made a tiresome voice towards the door: "Ango~ you are here~"

Anwu subconsciously shook his wits, and disgust appeared on his face: "Shut up, Dazai, if you hadn't used my ID to fool the hounds, why would I have worked overtime so far recently!"

Odasaku's erratic eyes slowly focused on the top of Ango's head.

Ah, no baldness, okay, okay.

Osamu Dazai poured a glass of water for Ango, held the glass in one hand, and fanned Ango with the other, flatteringly: "Calm down, calm down."

Ango looked at Osamu Dazai with a look of 'you are wise', and then took the water.

"Pfft—" Anwu immediately sprayed water out of the entrance.

"Hahahaha salt water cures hair loss, Ango~" Osamu Dazai laughed until tears came out.

Odasaku's eyes shifted to the salt on the table, which Osamu Dazai went to the kitchen to get before Ango came.

The war over there escalated again. Ango used the stunt of choking the throat. Taking advantage of Dazai Osamu's unpreparedness, he succeeded in choking the throat from behind.

Didn't you see Dazai's soul flew out of his mouth?

"Cough, cough, cough..." Osamu Dazai loosened his collar, not forgetting to complain about Ango, "Aren't you a clerk, did the cafeteria of the Supernatural Secret Service feed you spinach?"

An Wu leaned down and picked up the glasses and put them on: "You can try it."

Osamu Dazai pursed his lips: "I don't want to be bald at an early age."

"Dazai, I'm not bald." Ango was already tired.

"Sooner or later." Osamu Dazai shook his head, "My predictions have never been missed."

"Please don't use your prophecy ability in this kind of place." Ango said with a blank expression.

Osamu Dazai and Ango met each other's eyes, and both laughed happily.

Odasaku looked at his two friends, and couldn't help feeling a warm current from the bottom of his heart, which made the corners of his mouth rise slightly.

Dazai defected from the Communist Party and became an investigator and part-time writer. Ango completed his undercover mission and returned to the Supernatural Secret Service to continue his social life. Odasaku broke away from the port mafia and traveled the world to accumulate materials for his dreams. have a life of their own.

In the past few years, they rarely communicate with each other. At the beginning, they wanted to avoid the limelight. Needless to say, Osamu Dazai spent two full years cleaning his resume. During this time, he and Ango often communicated, handing over tasks and so on.

Since Odasaku left Japan, he has gradually disappeared. Occasionally sent letters and photos prove that he is still in a certain corner of the world.

The flow of time has not stopped the friendship between them. Rather, it is the passage of time that has witnessed the entanglement between them. This friendship must last forever.

"The writers meeting has already started." Anwu pushed his glasses, "Aren't you going to have a look, respected Mr. Yandao?"

Osamu Dazai shook his head: "It's boring, I didn't become a writer just to attract attention."

"Compared to that, I want to read Oda Saku's novels now!" Osamu Dazai flipped through the manuscript in his hand with great interest.

Why did the manuscript that was supposed to be in the hands of the editor appear in the hands of Osamu Dazai?

An Wu silently looked at Editor Kobayashi who was drinking tea not far away.

"I've already read Mr. Oda's manuscript. It's an excellent short story." Editor Kobayashi was very calm and seemed like a reliable adult. Newcomers in the editorial department, I have already greeted you, and I will take over your follow-up."

"I will never let Teacher Yandao's friends suffer!!" Editor Xiao Lin's eyes lit up with a raging flame.

No, it doesn't look like this one is that steady either.