But what did Dazai do wrong?

The lively atmosphere of summer is completely different from the coldness of winter. Riri Yamabuki only lost his mind for a moment and then stopped indulging in the memories of the past.

The [Big Bad] and [Big Lucky] double lottery and the love guard embroidered with the same flower pattern are placed in her apartment in Hakata. I don't know if the distance between the two cities is still valid.

At night, the city is brightly lit, like a flowing red ribbon in the city. Girls in bathrobes are playing and joking, and wooden clogs are stepping on the ground covered with small snow-white petals, knocking out a crisp little tune.

There is a small shop selling yukata on the side of the road. The unfolded clothes are printed with bright purple hydrangeas, jumping red-tailed goldfish and winter jasmine trees.

"Which style do the customers like?" The woman watching the booth covered her smiling face with a fan, "There is an inner room for changing clothes in the store, and we also provide matching jewelry."

Riri Yamabuki's eyes stopped on a moon-white yukata with a pattern of Ditang flowers on the background. The tender yellow petals swayed like the wind, and he glimpsed the romantic spring scenery all over the mountains and plains in a trance.

"Would you like to try it?" Osamu Dazai asked her, "It doesn't matter if the color is lighter, it won't get dirty."

He saw Yamabuki Riri's intention at a glance.

She is actually very understanding, and she is interested in everything that she has never seen before and in the lives of ordinary people.Like a child who stumbles and explores the world, he will not stop because of strangeness and pain.

"It's not because of this..." Riri Yamabuki said infrequently, she looked away uncomfortably, "I don't know how to tie a yukata belt."

She had never worn such inconvenient clothes.

The lady proprietress looked at the young couple with a smile on her face, she whispered her ears in embarrassment, walked to the nearby shop with a fan, and chatted with people, pretending that the business of tying belts for customers was not carried out in the shop.

"It's very simple." Yokohama Crafts Living Ceiling tried to teach her a crash course.

Osamu Dazai hooked a tie and wound it around twice at will, once wrapped it and closed it, and the beautiful and generous bow was tied neatly on the bathrobe, and asked her: "Do you understand?"

The eyes can, but the hands say it can't.

Yamabuki Riri doesn't really want to admit that she has a handicap, although she is really handicapped.

"I'll try." She walked into the changing room with a moon-white bathrobe, and quietly told Osamu Dazai before closing the curtain, "Stay here and don't move around."

She needs voice guidance.

A yukata is easier to wear than a kimono, and she couldn't finish killing Riri Yamabuki alone if she changed into a kimono. Even so, she still struggled for a long time.

Osamu Dazai waited for a while, and the rustling movement in the inner room stopped for a while, before he said, "Are you ready?"

"Okay." Across a layer of curtains, the girl who had changed into her bathrobe replied, her hands holding the laces had no place to rest.

"First circle around, and then circle around from the other direction." Osamu Dazai said as simply as possible, although he still doubted her ability to complete it independently.

The silhouette of a human figure is faintly revealed through the hazy curtain, and the girl's bare feet in wooden clogs are gently rubbing against the ground, revealing the predicament of the owner.

so difficult...

"Is it fastened?" Riri Yamabuki was silent for too long, Osamu Dazai was very afraid that she would give up and kill herself.

"Okay." The black-haired girl said calmly, "If it's a knot, it's a knot."

Osamu Dazai was really not surprised at all.

Anyway, there is a knot, what a big progress!Can't be too harsh!

"Of course the knot will be settled." Osamu Dazai spoke nonsense, with a firm tone as if he was telling the truth of the world. "The knot is much stronger than the bow tie. It's worthy of the law, it's awesome."

He boasted so sincerely that she almost believed it.

Riri Yamabuki opened the curtain, and there was no mirror in the inner room. She wondered what she looked like now.

A black-haired girl in a moon-white bathrobe decorated with tender yellow floral flowers stepped out on wooden clogs. Her long hair was curled up and a pearl-studded walking stick was inserted obliquely. Kaguya Hime who traveled around the world.

"Is it suitable?" She lowered her head and picked up the hem of the bathrobe. There was a thin gold chain on the heel of her left leg, and the tiny bells jingled.

Osamu Dazai was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "Do you want to consider...wearing a mask?"

"Huh?" Riri Yamabuki let go of her hand, and the hem of her clothes fell to cover her fair and slender legs. She asked in confusion, "I'm so shameless?"

Do you have to wear a mask to visit the night market?

"Well, forget it." Dazai Osamu said in a low voice, "There will be no one who doesn't have eyesight dare to come here."

He spread his palms: "Let's go, let's go shopping."

Riri Yamabuki put his hand in Dazai Osamu's palm, and he folded his fingers inward to wrap her hand.

There was another sound of clogs knocking, and the crushed white petals were crushed into fragrant mud, which diffused a light fragrance.

If there is anything in the night market that attracts Riri Yamabuki the most, it must be supper.

Almost all the street stalls are full of food that she has never eaten before, delicious octopus balls, taiyaki with red bean filling, apple candy wrapped in honey crust, hot oden, sweet shaved ice...

She couldn't help but stop every time she passed a strange stall, and even Osamu Dazai couldn't say no to the novelty and longing eyes.

"Buy what you want." He said resignedly, it was rare to wait patiently with her in the long queue.

Eating while walking, Riri Yamabuki had a string of snack bags hanging on her wrist, and Osamu Dazai carried most of the rest.

When she saw the snacks, she wanted to try them. There was almost nothing she didn’t like. She blew on the hot meatballs one by one, and ordered the shaved ice with lemon sauce on her tongue, and she dug it with a spoon.

"Do you still eat Taiyaki?" Osamu Dazai held up the red bean stuffed Taiyaki with two bites in his pocket.

The girl with a candy apple in her mouth hesitated for a long time before shaking her head.

She likes to eat everything, but she doesn't have a big appetite, and she often eats two bites and puts the next one there.

Osamu Dazai ignored the snacks she hadn't finished eating at first, thinking that if he couldn't finish eating, he would just throw it away later, but in the end, the things in his hand piled up more and more.

"Don't buy so much if you can't finish it."

He sighed helplessly, finished the remaining taiyaki in a few bites, and took the half-eaten cup of shaved ice from the girl's hand.

Riri Yamabuki bit the candy apple, and followed the small colored flags and lanterns hanging on the night market aimlessly.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Osamu Dazai eating oden in a cup, recalling the taste of cuttlefish balls, and moved to his side: "Give me one."

"You are really too much." Osamu Dazai complained, "Throw all the leftovers to me, and I will ask for it again after seeing how delicious I am."

He muttered and forked a soup-soaked cuttlefish ball to feed to the young girl who was next to him. As expected, he saw this unscrupulous guy who refused to recognize anyone after eating, and looked away from him again to look at the girl next to him. Fish for goldfish.

Osamu Dazai is angry, and Osamu Dazai is going to make a fuss, unless she immediately wakes up and coaxes him—

"Which one do you like?"

The girl in a bathrobe squatted down, picked up a paper fishing net, raised her face and asked him.

The little red and golden fish skimmed across the water with its tail wagging, splashing crystal water droplets, and a layer of light shone on the surface of the waving pearl in her hair.

The neckline of the bathrobe was slightly open, and the girl's skin was so fair and transparent amidst the rippling water.

She squatted on the ground in a leisurely posture, like a lazy snow leopard before hunting, seemingly casual, and every inch of her body was full of beautiful strength.

"I want the most beautiful one." Dazai Osamu squatted down like her, touched the rippling water surface with his fingertips, and picked out a small fish with a golden-red tail fin and white spots.

The little fish vomited a bubble and swung its tail flexibly. It was obviously a kanban fish that made many guests return home.

The paper net would shatter when touched with water, Osamu Dazai asked for another particularly lively goldfish, but Riri Yamabuki didn't show embarrassment on his face.

She took a transparent bag full of water from the boss, and lowered her right hand to scoop it up. The little goldfish that Osamu Dazai was looking for drew an arc in the air and fell into the water bag in her hand, leaving a piece The water never splashed.

"You want it, you raise it yourself." She smiled, fastened the goldfish water bag, and hung the red string on Osamu Dazai's wrist.

Osamu Dazai's wrist sank heavily, the wet red rope left a trail of water on his wrist and wet his cuff, but he didn't realize it.

Under the night, the lights are on, and the red lanterns in the shape of small persimmons are hung on the trees. A girl in a bathrobe scoops up a goldfish with her wrist.

She bent her lower lip lightly and shallowly, and the happy smile between her brows and eyes was lively and wanton.

It's clearly a very small thing, it's not a gorgeous and extravagant big scene, there are no love words as soft as honey, neither ambiguous, ambiguous nor obscure, it only exists in a tiny detail in summer.

But why, he couldn't move his eyes.