The devil is too popular

Unlike Atsushi Nakajima's impression, the wife in Nakahara's memory is a more cheerful woman.

When we first met, she was not the wife, and Osamu Dazai was not even the leader, they were all teenagers. One day, Osamu Dazai came in from the door with the usual annoying and flirtatious smile on his face. Nakahara Nakahara But he didn't taunt him as usual, or turn his face away as if he saw something dirty.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked behind Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai was holding a dirty little girl by the hand.

The girl should be one of those little guys who live on the streets. Her hair hasn't been washed for a long time, and her hair is knotted together. There are dust and small wounds on her bare hands and feet.The clothes were tattered and moldy in places.

A girl who grows up like this only needs to learn to use one-tenth, no, one-hundredth of her beauty, and she will not have to live such a life.Or even if she has her own inner persistence, she should make her life better within her ability.

Go to the park and use the free water there to wash yourself and make yourself clean. This is all right, don't spoil the beauty bestowed on her by God.

But she doesn't seem to care about any of it

Creatures have the instinct to survive, but the girl looks like a puppet bear that was lost when the little master moved because the little master has grown up and is no longer the age to play with toys.Maybe she was loved before, but on the stinking garbage dump, the puppet bear's black eyes were facing the sun straight, and a few children ran past her laughing and laughing. Step on it, 'click', and the eyes burst on the soles of their shoes.

And she doesn't care.

"Yo, Zhongye."

Osamu Dazai greeted him with a smile.

Judging from the fact that he called him Chuya instead of a slug, maybe Osamu Dazai was in a good mood today.

When he was in a good mood, he would directly call Chuya Nakahara by his name, and use this kind of intimate address to disgust him, so as to improve his mood even more.

Dazai Osamu did not introduce to him the meaning of the girl behind him, and walked forward on his own without waiting for a response after greeting him, but the girl was just stumbling and being pulled by him.

When men and women walk together, the men generally slow down to wait for the women beside them.It generally means that Osamu Dazai would not do this.

He was a head taller than her, and his vitality was at least twice that of the girl's.Both the step distance and the walking speed are much higher than the girl's. She obviously can't keep up, and he has no intention of waiting for her at all.

No, it would be better to say that even though he was holding her, he didn't care about the girl's existence at all, and just walked in the direction he wanted to go.And the girl's hurried footsteps were not 'frantically trying to keep up with him', but just because she was pulled by him, so she was led forward.

If the position of the girl is changed from a person to a toy puppet, the puppet bear will be dragged on the ground in the same way.

Osamu Dazai didn't care about the situation around him at all, his happy eyes only reflected the front.

Even if the obstacle of a table next to him was covered with sharp metal corners, the girl's body was about to hit him according to his walking direction, but he turned a blind eye to it.

"…Well."

This is the first time Chuya Nakahara heard a girl's voice.Monosyllabic, sounds a bit like a frightened animal.A herbivore with thick fur.Slowly.Like a goat or a deer.

She looked to the side.

Nakahara Chuya's hand covered the sharp corner of the table, and the back of his hand collided with her leg.

"..."

The girl stared blankly at his hand.

Her gaze swept up inch by inch, and was pulled away by Osamu Dazai before seeing his face.

We met again on the second night at the bar.Minors are banned from the bar, but apparently the laws of the port mafia, many and many, don't apply.

Zhong Yuanzhong doesn't drink much, but when he is bored, he will come here for a walk and listen to what others are saying.

At that time, the girl had already been changed. If she was a teddy bear on the garbage dump before, now the teddy bear has been thrown into the washing machine and washed clean.

Her hair was draped behind her back, and it was actually very difficult to manage such long hair, not to mention that she had gone through a long life of wandering.But the girl's black hair was not rough at all, and it shone brightly under the lights of the bar.

She put on a beautiful dress and sat on a high stool where her legs didn't touch the floor.If you want to use pronouns, the most widely used pronoun should be girl.But from eight to 28 years old, it can be understood as any age.The expression on her face sometimes mixed with the innocence of a newborn baby.Zhongyuan Zhongyuan thought he must not let the leader see it.

Everyone in the bar was looking at her.

"The bar is a place to drink." The bartender just said that yesterday, smilingly rejected Chuya Nakahara's order of 'Coke is fine', and handed him a colorful cocktail that looked like paint.

shake.Zhongyuan also saw the countless small sequins deposited at the bottom of the cup rise up, sparkle under the lamp, and then slowly settle down again.

"..." Is this stuff drinkable? ? ?

"Drink it, drink it." The bartender coaxed him.

"..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also held the cup holder for three seconds, made up his mind, and lifted the cup up.

"...! Gulu Gulu! Huh?!"

He poured the glass of wine into the bartender's own mouth.

As a result, as soon as he drank it, he claimed that he would not be drunk after a thousand cups (it is true, when he was blowing vodka with a Russian guy earlier, Zhong Yuan Zhong was still watching a play by the side), his face turned red instantly, and he collapsed limply. Slept one night under the bar.

Zhong Yuan also sat there for another hour. During this hour, he heard him chanting the names of his 36 ex-girlfriends drunkenly, and recorded the whole process.

But now, it is this guy who claims that "a bar is a place to drink." And he made a super high-concentration alcoholic cocktail that could be used as a bomb for minors, but he obediently looked at the girl and used that fancy cocktail Tricks quickly whipped up a glass of chocolate milk.

The bartender put the milk on the bar, and Osamu Dazai pushed it over for her.

This scene made Zhong Yuan a little strange: Osamu Dazai didn't often serve people, but he was very easy to order people around.But the girl took a sip naturally.

"..."

And frowned because it was hot.

The bartender was in a hurry looking for ice cubes, looking at him, he wanted to apologize with death, but Osamu Dazai didn't speak, just looked at him and smiled.Zhong Yuan also knows now that he pushed the cup of hot milk over solicitously just to see what the bartender looks like now.

It's not a day or two for Osamu Dazai to be so disdainful. All the mafia in the port should get used to him.

For some reason, the Central Plains Central Committee did not pay much attention to the chaos on both sides.

He just looked at the way the girl was holding the glass with both hands and blowing on the milk seriously, and thought she looked like a cat.

The real old man in the port mafia, the old man refers to being very lucky to have been able to live here for several years, having met Osamu Dazai when he was a boy and the current leader, they are inseparable from these two boys and girls.It can only be said that they have always been like this.

The leader seems to have always been so scary, and it even makes people think that he was born like this.

As for Madam, she has been following Dazai Osamu like a piece of luggage, indifferent to everything else.If everyone is born with a job suitable for him, the wife can only be the leader's wife, because she has nothing but him.

But for Nakahara Chuya, there is a big difference between the wife before and after.

She has a fleeting morning dew-like feeling, which only appears in the early morning, and when the sun rises, it will evaporate under the light.And Osamu Dazai brought back such a girl.

Even when she was standing in front of Nakahara Nakaya, he felt that she would disappear at any moment.

"What about the girl?"

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows at this question. He didn't know why Nakahara had to ask, but he still smiled.

"Oh, that's a little god," he said, "Her Majesty the Great Goddess."

Zhong Yuanzhong also shook his fist.

"I am serious."

"Then so am I."

He laughed even harder.

"Do you know what gods are? They are more like a concept than life. Whatever views believers have about them, they will gradually become what they are."

"In famine years, with people's prayers, the gods in charge of oceans and rivers will gradually have the ability to rain. Sometimes offering sacrifices to river gods is to quell floods, and more often to pray for 'smooth weather', which is endowed Their function of manipulating the weather."

"And during floods, they are fantasized as descending angry monsters, killed by heroic gods holding swords to quell the disaster."

Osamu Dazai looped his hands vaguely, making an appearance of stabbing forward while holding an invisible sword.

"Then she..."

"Hmm! It was the time when she was reduced from a god to a monster and was defeated by heroes."

"The essence of gods is the aggregation of human emotions. Human beings are afraid of things that cannot be understood and controlled, and hope that they can be used by me, so gods appear."

"In ancient times, the gods of thunder were the greatest, because this is the power we fear the most. Once it comes, there is absolutely no escape. So we worship them as gods."

"Natural phenomena are just natural phenomena, but once they have emotions, even though they are still terrifying, as long as they master the method, through sacrifices or prayers, He will still bless us."

"..." Zhongyuan Zhong was also silent.

"But in the final analysis, this is just wishful thinking of human beings. Earthquakes are caused by changes in plates, and plagues are rampant because of the lack of hygiene awareness in that era. The reason why raising altars and burning sacrifices to pray for rain can be fulfilled is only because fire drives the air. Upward flow only. Natural phenomena remain natural phenomena, unmoved by the power of the human spirit."

"Prayer... didn't come true?"

"To be precise, the gods didn't help us. Because they can't do anything themselves-they can't be asked to do things that they can't do at all."

"In this case, rather than saying that we rely on the gods, it is better to say that the gods rely on us." Osamu Dazai said.

"...But they are powerful."

"Even if they later had power, it was only because humans thought, 'Oh, they should have this ability?' They had it. It had nothing to do with them."

"Of course they can be domineering, but without the foundation of human beings, they can't do anything. In this regard, they are not as good as beasts."

"Gods rely on people's beliefs to support themselves."

Osamu Dazai pointed to his temple.

"She lives by me."

This is not a lie, and Zhongyuan Zhong also understood it in an instant.

This is a bit of 'truth' that Osamu Dazai rarely reveals.

It seems that there is no equality between Mrs. Dazai and Osamu Dazai, or it is impossible to be equal.It is impossible for two persons to have a relationship of equality when one person has the right over life and death of another.

But it cannot be said that Madam fears, loves, or hates him, she just needs him.

Madam didn't even notice Osamu Dazai's presence for a long time, and she was taken aback when he spoke to her for the first time.

"Bring me that thing."

"...!"

She looked around with her lovely face, looking for who was speaking, and when the boy spoke for the third time, she confirmed the direction of the target.

She turned her face to Osamu Dazai, but she didn't find him the moment she looked over, on the contrary, her eyes were still blank, as if there was nothing in that place.

"..."

After a few seconds, her pupils focused little by little.At this time, the scene on the retina was successfully recognized, and she realized the existence of Osamu Dazai.

This confuses her even more.

"…you."

That's all she said.He shut his mouth again, and pointed his hand blankly at himself.

Madame's speech was always staccato, and it wasn't because she was naturally withdrawn, or not at all.

Osamu Dazai said earlier that she was "degraded from a god to a monster, and was defeated by a hero". Perhaps part of her brain that controls language was damaged during that process, and she was always unable to express herself well.

If she meets a particularly impatient person, the speed at which she spits out a word in tens of seconds can definitely arouse the anger of the other party.

Even if it is an ordinary person, since the wife is always inattentive, it is possible that she will turn her eyes to a painting on the wall in the middle of her speech, and leave the person she is talking to, causing the other person to be very embarrassed.So she doesn't talk to others very often.

Zhong Yuanzhong is also an exception, he will patiently listen to her finish.And Osamu Dazai waited for her to express all the meaning she wanted to express before saying, "Let my subordinates do it now." ...but why did you tell me such a simple thing? ’ or a veto.

But now Osamu Dazai is watching her patiently

The girl also looked at Osamu Dazai.

Her fingertips pointed in her direction.

"…I?"

she said, shaking her head again three seconds later.

"no."

Dazai smiled.

"Yeah, I'm not you." He said happily.

While speaking, the young man held her wrist tightly, very hard, the young girl tried to pull her hand twice, but it was useless, his hands were as strong as iron tongs.

"…pain."

Sister Hongye taught her this word. That woman would touch her head, dress her in all kinds of skirts, and teach her to speak out if she felt uncomfortable.

"If you don't say it, others won't know." The beautiful woman in kimono said softly, helping her bandage the wound on her leg that she had stumbled a few days ago.

"Okay, express your thoughts, and then everyone will treat you gently."

Thinking back to this scene, the girl took another breath of air, and her eyes met the boy's dull black pupils.

"pain."

She said it again, not loudly, but it should be very rare for her.

Osamu Dazai didn't let go, and smiled.

"Yeah, I did," he said.

"Now I'm talking to you, I'm hurting you, and..." The boy's fingertips touched the girl's chest, where the heart was beating.

Her heartbeat is very slow, she is more like a plant than a human being, even if she touches it, she can hardly feel the breath of life.

If her eyes were closed you would think she was dead, but when she opened her eyes, she was just a beautiful doll standing there.

It was such a weak girl, her heartbeat could be heard from Dazai Osamu's fingertips, and he narrowed his eyes happily.

"And I am the source of your life." Osamu Dazai said.

"..."

The girl was at a loss for this statement at first, then showed a look of resentment, and then the resentment gradually disappeared, turning into a blank.

She glanced at him unhappy, turned and walked away.

At that time, Zhongyuan Zhong didn't understand what happened between the two people, he just stood aside.Dazai just watched her go.

When the girl walked to the corner, she turned her face sideways, but she didn't glance at him. Obviously, if there is a setting of favorability, Osamu Dazai's favorability with the girl is definitely negative.

But at that time, he waved his hand excitedly and cheered again.

"..."

The girl's pace quickened.

"What are you doing?" Zhong also somehow felt that this kind of behavior was a bit like bullying, a kind of insult, and he was a bit unwilling to let Osamu Dazai do this.

"Oh, slug."

Osamu Dazai looked over as if he had just discovered his existence. The hand he had just waved at the girl was forcibly pulled down by him, just like when he was pulling the girl before.

There were bruises on the white skin of the young man, but he writhed nonchalantly and wanted to withdraw his hand, without any strength.According to this posture, if Nakahara Nakaya continued to pull, Osamu Dazai would definitely break a bone.

Zhong also let go.

Osamu Dazai withdrew his hand, staggered a few steps, and put his hand on both sides of the trouser seam neatly.His hair is like thick seaweed, tightly attached to his forehead, his eyes are wide open, and he looks very obedient under the light.

Only at this time will Nakahara realize that he is really only a teenager, and he looks like a well-loved and raised child.

The part of Dazai Osamu's wrist that was originally held was white due to poor blood circulation, but now that it touched the air, it gradually turned red with blood, and then the red gradually turned blue again.

He didn't care, and looked at Chuya Nakahara with a pair of eyes.Looking from top to bottom, measure his use value.

His eyes were cold, and he was innocent like a child picking a toy.

"……Humph."

In the end Dazai Osamu's eyes swept over Nakahara Nakaya without hesitation, just lowered his head and played with his fingers.It seems that Zhongyuan Zhong was also given up in the process of children picking out toys - he has something better.

Dazai laughed again.

It's strange, even when Dazai Osamu looked at him with the eyes of looking at props before, Nakahara Nakahara didn't give him a discounted impression.But now when he smiled, he was feared again, a demon with double black names.

"Hey, Chuya, me."

As he spoke, there was another burst of laughter.

"Maybe I picked up the best toy."

"..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also squeezed his fist.

He looked around the corner before, making sure that the girl had left completely.

Dazai was still laughing.

Nakahara also punched him in the face.