But what did Dazai do wrong?

The Lupin Bar in Yokohama is a place that Oda Sakunosuke frequents every day.

For nearly a month, he was the only customer in the store every night.

"Although the work of the grassroots staff is very tedious, it is the high-level people who are really busy." The two friends were all absent, and Oda Sakunosuke could only chat with the boss who wiped the wine glasses. "It seems that Dazai and Ango haven't been able to get rid of overtime."

"—That's why I said, I want to do a job swap with Oda." Far away, a lazy voice came from the stairs, getting closer, "I also want to deal with duds, emotional disputes, and substitute for affiliated companies The chairman's wife angrily tore up Xiaosan... Odasaku's job is super interesting, why not trade with me."

"Dazai?" Oda Sakunosuke raised his head and asked the new guest in a black suit suspiciously, "Are you not working overtime today?"

"Please, please don't ask like this, just like how rare it is not to work overtime." Osamu Dazai sat down complaining, "Obviously working overtime is a crime! Any job that can't get off work on time is hell! Mister to hell—boss, have a detergent cocktail."

"There is no such thing." The boss who was quietly wiping the glass put down the white towel and pushed a glass of whiskey with ice.

Osamu Dazai took a sip of his wine, leaned on the bar counter with his shoulders loose, bowed his head and arms, with an attitude of being overwhelmed by life.

The ice cubes collided with the wine glass, and for a while Lupine was so quiet that there was only the low sound of vinyl records.

Silence spread for a while, Oda Sakunosuke held the wine glass and asked abruptly, "Did you quarrel with Yamabuki?"

The head buried in the arms moved, and Osamu Dazai raised his head, revealing the eye not covered by the bandage, looking at Oda Sakunosuke quietly: "Why do you say that?"

"Now is the time you usually go home to accompany her." Oda Sakunosuke said calmly, "Since you fell in love, you have never appeared in Lupine at this point again."

Given that Oda Sakunosuke is a kind person, Osamu Dazai does not think he is condemning his obsessive friend.

"No." Osamu Dazai straightened up, poking the puck once and for all, "There was no quarrel, Riri-chan took an inter-provincial mission, and is not at home tonight."

"Oh." Oda Sakunosuke understood, "Come to the bar when his girlfriend is not at home, Dazai will finally experience this kind of thing one day."

Rao is very familiar with Oda Sakunosuke's speaking style, Dazai Osamu couldn't help but choke.

"Ruri-chan doesn't mind, she likes bars very much." Osamu Dazai took a big sip of whiskey. His capacity for alcohol is surprisingly good, and he can drink spirits like ice water.

"I see, you didn't quarrel." Oda Sakunosuke nodded, and said with certainty: "It was you who had a unilateral cold war, and Yamabuki didn't notice it at all."

Dazai Osamu's hand poking the puck stopped suddenly, and the biting coldness penetrated his flesh and blood from his fingertips. He turned his head to look at his red-haired friend: "...how does Odasaku know?"

Are you Cammy who can read minds?These words were written in his eyes.

"We are friends, right?" Oda Sakunosuke said seriously, "You acted very obviously. If nothing happened, you should be working overtime at the headquarters now or running to harass Ango and force him to come to Lupin too, and It’s not like coming alone for a drink.”

"But you didn't quarrel, because I saw Yamabuki this morning, and she looked no different from usual."

Oda Sakunosuke thought about it and said: "Besides, she is not a character who would quarrel with others - you are still alive, you must have never quarreled."

It makes sense, Osamu Dazai couldn't find any reason to refute it.He's still alive - there's no more overwhelming proof!

"A quarrel does not necessarily lead to bloodshed." Osamu Dazai insisted.

"I remember you said that Yamabuki is not an ordinary girl." Oda Sakunosuke analyzed it seriously. He himself is a person with clear thinking and can get the logical brain circuit.

"I don't think she knows that cold war is also a kind of quarrel. If you don't talk to her, she may simply think that you have taken dumb drugs or mouth ulcers, and she won't think about cold war at all."

Osamu Dazai silently took out a bottle of watermelon cream powder for treating oral ulcers from his pocket: "... this is what Riri-chan bought for me before a business trip. He especially told me to read the instructions and take the medicine, and not to finish it in one sitting."

He had a one-sided cold war with his girlfriend, but her girlfriend was still thinking about his mouth ulcers. Thinking about it like this, Osamu Dazai is really a scumbag.

"So, what is your unilateral cold war for?" Oda Sakunosuke put down his glass and guessed, "For a free bottle of watermelon cream?"

It is very possible that Oda Sakunosuke remembered that Osamu Dazai and Riri Yamabuki met because of prostitution.

Going round and round and returning to the original point, there is a sense of fate of a different kind.

"That's not the case." Osamu Dazai tried his best to restore his reputation, "At least I am a candidate for the cadre of Mafia at the port, and I haven't fallen to the point where I have a cold war with my girlfriend to exchange medicine for oral ulcers—you can get reimbursed for the medicine in the medical department Yes, Odasaku thinks I'll save Mori-san money?"

Indeed, Oda Sakunosuke immediately believed Osamu Dazai's words.

His rebellious personality has always been very stable.

Oda Sakunosuke did not break the habit of asking the truth about the casserole. He drank quietly, and it was up to his friends to decide whether they wanted a tree hole.

"A few days ago," Osamu Dazai put down his wine glass, and after some hesitation, he chose to confide to his friend, "Ri Li-chan met the demon Fyodor who was waiting for her in a cat cafe."

Oda Sakunosuke: "The cat cafe that you blackmailed and lost your temper?"

Osamu Dazai: "...Yes, the cat cafe that I blackmailed and lost my temper."

Fate, amazing.

"I'm sure Riri-chan didn't know Fyodor before, and she said before that when she met him, she would come back with his head to make me happy." Facing Oda Sakunosuke's puzzled eyes, Osamu Dazai explained, "Recently, I thank you for working overtime. Thanks to Fyodor, I complained to Riri-chan."

Because she felt sorry for her boyfriend who was dragged down by overtime work by black-hearted capitalists, the young Ms. Yamabuki decided to solve the problem from the source. As expected of her, she is a simple and brutal force supremacist.

"Originally, Lili-chan planned to kill Fyodor."

"Supposedly? So, did Fyodor escape, or," asked Oda Sakunosuke, "she let him go?"

"Hey, if Riri-chan doesn't want to let people go, the mouse can't escape if it grows wings and turns into a flying mouse." Osamu Dazai folded his thumbs and made a flying gesture, and the shadow of his hand was projected on the wall like a bat with wings spread.

"Why did she let him go?" Oda Sakunosuke asked, "Is there a reason for Kazuyamabuki to let you go?"

There are not many examples of escaping from this Miss Killing God, and it was Osamu Dazai himself who pioneered it.

"That's not it!" Dazai Osamu was like a cat whose tail was stepped on, every cell was screaming "Don't spread rumors!"

"Ruri-chan fell in love with me at first sight! Can the devil Fyodor do it?!"

Osamu Dazai severely slandered the enemy army: "He's just a crooked little boy, and his voice is not as sweet as my sister's. Riri-chan will never like him!"

Oda Sakunosuke: "But she let him go."

Osamu Dazai: "That's another reason. It's a long story, so I'll make it short."

After listening to the Russian childhood story "My Dream Is to Be the King of the Circus" relayed by Osamu Dazai, Sakunosuke Oda figured everything out and turned to comfort his brooding friend.

"Fyodor is a friend of Yamabuki's friend, isn't it natural to let him go?"

Oda Sakunosuke thought it was nothing to worry about.Gogol is one of the few people recognized by Yamabuki Riri, just as Oda Sakunosuke helped Dazai Osamu.

"So what?" Osamu Dazai didn't think so, "I'm Riri-chan's boyfriend, and I'm one level higher than friends!"

He is the first priority, shouldn't the boyfriend's feelings be considered first?

"But," Sakunosuke Oda said slowly, "A while ago, you said that you should find a way to get rid of the relationship between you."

"Didn't you always want to break up with her?"

The sound of the vinyl record came to an end, the puck hit the wall of the cup, and after a short crisp sound, there was no sound.

The boss standing aside wiping the wine glass put down the wine glass and the white towel, walked quietly into the backstage, and left the empty bar for the two of them.

Oda Sakunosuke took a sip of wine.

Osamu Dazai said more than once that he wanted to break up. No one knows how credible his joking tone, casual tone, and flat tone are.

The most recent time was when he went to work with his hands full of black nail polish, and was watched by Mori Ogai with weird eyes all day long.Osamu Dazai skipped work in anger, and dragged Oda Sakunosuke and Sakaguchi Ango to vent their bitterness.

Oda Sakunosuke remembers clearly that Osamu Dazai said while drinking: "How can there be such a vengeful woman! I can't bear it at all. Every day with her is torture. I worry about my brain all the time. To be poked by her finger--violence, horrific violence, abominable! It really hurts from her beating!"

Oda Sakunosuke: "Have you ever been beaten?"

Osamu Dazai: "No, but I will continue to die sooner or later."

Too self-aware.

Ango Sakaguchi thought that Osamu Dazai was speaking out of anger. Even if he acted like he wanted to break up in the next second, when he asked Osamu Dazai out for a drink the next day, he would definitely get "I'm dating, my girlfriend is too clingy." The troubles of people are beyond the comprehension of the single Ango." The answer was very irritating.

Only Oda Sakunosuke knew that Osamu Dazai was serious.

Seriously, want to get out of this relationship.

"It sounds strange that I will continue to associate with a person." In the memory, Dazai Osamu said lazily and tiredly.

At that time, Fyodor the Demon had not been causing trouble in Yokohama, and Osamu Dazai would occasionally come to Lupin after get off work.It was a rare day for the three of them to get together, and after chatting for a while about the work at the port Mafia, the topic turned to "the only Dazai in love".

"At that time, the only reason why Mr. Mori agreed to date was because Mr. Mori wanted to use Riri-chan's ability." Osamu Dazai said soberly, "It's the old fox's way of recruiting security. I was just unlucky and got recruited."

"That is to say, you don't actually like her?" Ango Sakaguchi pushed his glasses, "Objectively speaking, Ms. Yamabuki is a very nice girl."

She is very beautiful, and there is no flaw in her appearance and figure.Powerful and fearless, it satisfies the most instinctive psychology of human beings.It is reliable and reliable, and has almost no shortcomings except that the brain circuit is a little weird and a little too uncommon.

Those who fear her are as many as those who love her.

"Ango is so superficial." Osamu Dazai complained about his friend, "Ryuri-chan is super cute, whether he is playing games and can't pass the teaching level or likes to eat my dark dishes, he is so cute."

Although it's not easy to cheat, it is a source of joy for Osamu Dazai when he makes jokes due to lack of common sense, and the pain of working overtime is only relieved when she comes to visit the class.

"Don't you like her very much?" Ango Sakaguchi has been single for too many years, and he doesn't quite understand the logic of men and women in love now, "Then why do you want to break up?"

Dazai shut his mouth.He took a sip of ice wine, pouring high-concentration alcohol down his throat, Dazai Osamu's kite-colored pupils were slightly drunk.

"Do you like...?" He exhaled softly, "I don't know."

A love affair that has been full of lies from the beginning to the present, he can't tell whether he likes it or not.

In all fairness, the time I spent with Riri Yamabuki was very pleasant and relaxed, like a balloon filled with hydrogen gas stuffed in my chest, flying up to the sky and buried in the soft clouds.

They fit well, in every way.Osamu Dazai doesn't need to pretend anything in front of her, he can be coquettish if he wants to, and it doesn't matter if he shows a scary and dark side.

Her lips were cool and tasted sweet, better than chilled pudding.

Even so...even so...

There is only one fact, Osamu Dazai cannot deceive himself.

——【They are not in love. 】

They may like each other because of appearance, personality and other things, but they never love each other.

There is no pair of lovers who are keen to deceive each other, lie to each other, and lie all the time.

They never deliver trust.

"Didn't you always want to break up with her?"

Oda Sakunosuke said flatly: "Are you planning to use Fyodor as an excuse for the Cold War to end all of this logically?"

What he said hit Dazai Osamu's mind, a hidden, unknown mind.

Osamu Dazai held his wine glass, staring at the moths in the dim yellow lampshade that collided with the lamp wall.

Phosphorus moths slammed into the hard lamp wall until a certain moment, the high temperature burned their wings, and they turned into ashes in an instant, dissipating in the light smoke.

Such as this love affair with death, there may still be hope for life when returning here, and the obsession with the past will only end in ashes.

The new moth skimmed over the corpses of its companions, and crashed into the dim light like an obsession.

"No." After a long time, Osamu Dazai pushed away the wine glass floating in broken ice and said softly, "I repent."

He still doubts, doubts the identity of Riri Yamabuki, doubts the real reason why she started dating him in the first place.

But at least for now, she was his.

enough.

"Thank you, Oda Saku." Osamu Dazai stood up with a smile, and he patted Oda Sakunosuke on the shoulder briskly, "Why would I want to break up with Riri-chan? Absolutely, absolutely impossible, Oda Saku Nonsense."

Oda Sakunosuke, who was blamed, said flatly: "I won't tell Yamabuki."

"The cold war is really boring." Osamu Dazai curled his lips, "I'm the only one struggling with it. Riri-chan is just like everyone else, it's not fair."

"It's obvious that you are unilaterally willful." Oda Sakunosuke said pertinently.

Osamu Dazai pretended not to hear his friend's comments, and walked towards the door with one hand in his pocket: "Ri Li-chan will be back tomorrow. Tomorrow night's party will only be with single Odasaku and single Ango to keep warm. I won't come. "

Rao is a kind person like Oda Sakunosuke, and he has to admit that Osamu Dazai really deserves a beating.

Riri Yamabuki has been dating him for so long and hasn't touched a finger of Osamu Dazai. He really loves him.

"Yes, if you want this one, please pay the bill."

Dazai Osamu held a plastic-covered collection of poems in his hand, and the bookstore clerk recommended it for a long time, saying that it was the best-selling and best-selling book in their store.

Any fool knows that the best sellers in bookstores are always comics, light novels and teaching aids, and poetry collections are as uninterested as boring old newspapers.

At the checkout, the clerk's eyes were full of "I finally sold another copy of this thing!" Fortunately, Osamu Dazai was sure that he regarded himself as a man with a strong literary atmosphere.

No, he just has a literary girlfriend.

Riri Yamabuki loves poetry, and she loves children's poetry collections, the more immature and purer she is, the more she likes them.Those illogical sentences in the eyes of Osamu Dazai would make her smile softly, and chanted between her lips.

"I'm back." Osamu Dazai stood at the entrance, holding up the collection of poems in his hand with a smile, "I brought a gift for Riri-chan."

Riri Yamabuki came out of the living room with a clean glass bowl in his arms, and the watery sweet strawberries in the bowl were delicate and beautiful.

While wiping off the bright red strawberry juice on her lips with her fingertips, she asked Osamu Dazai strangely: "What did you do to bribe me with gifts?"

Osamu Dazai is often afraid of women's intuition, he has to admire this ability to bypass the phenomenon and directly grasp the essence.

"How could it be?" Osamu Dazai showed a hurt expression, "Can't I just want to give Riri-chan a gift?"

Riri Yamabuki's eyes were full of distrust, she stuffed a strawberry into Dazai Osamu's mouth, and took the poetry collection in his hand.

"Ah, it's this one." Riri Yamabuki's voice was tinged with joy, "I've always wanted to buy it, but it's out of stock."

It may be that the bookstore you went to is wrong. Of course, a decent bookstore will not carry such an anthology of poetry that is destined to be unsold, Osamu Dazai complained.

He bought "Heartbeat dokidoki!A collection of poems bought in the bookstore of 108 Little Coups That Are Sweet, Romantic, and Exciting. The owner of this store mysteriously likes to buy some weird books.

Riri Yamabuki couldn't wait to read a book. Holding a strawberry bowl in one hand and a collection of poems in the other, she walked towards the soft sofa in the living room with a clear goal.

As for the boyfriend?Where?There's only one bandage waste device in the way.

"Honey." Osamu Dazai stretched out his long legs, blocking Riri Yamabuki's way."You can't just ignore me blatantly," he said dissatisfied.

"I can." Riri Yamabuki only had poetry in his eyes, "You have successfully bribed me, no matter what you did before or after, it will be written off now, as long as you don't disturb my reading."

"Don't say you haven't done anything bad." She said calmly, "There are no gifts in the sky. Everything that is abnormal means something is wrong. I understand you."

Osamu Dazai closed his mouth with a gloomy gaze.

He didn't justify and didn't walk away, and followed her step by step following Riri Yamabuki's footsteps, stepping on two identical pairs of black cat cat head slippers, and finally both tripped on the carpet.

Riri Yamabuki fell into Dazai Osamu's arms, the glass bowl was firmly held in her palm, strawberries were lying in the bowl, water droplets rolled over Lotte.

"If you want to do this, you can." She let Dazai Osamu drag her to sit on the plush carpet.

The familiar weight was on Riri Yamabuki's shoulders, and the boy's breath was hot:

"watch together."

Osamu Dazai hugged Riri Yamabuki from behind, spread his hands and asked her to put the glass bowl in his palm, as if I'm very good, I'm just a human-shaped tray, don't drive me away.

Riri Yamabuki leaned back, huddled in Dazai Osamu's arms, and opened the plastic seal of the poetry collection.

Poetry loves metaphors and rhymes. A small sentence is worth repeating on the tip of the tongue. Those who like it can easily find fun, and those who don’t like it just find it boring.

Riri Yamabuki took it seriously, but she knew that Osamu Dazai might be bored now.

Turning over the snow-white paper, Riri Yamabuki picked up a strawberry and fed it into the mouth of the bored man behind him.

She thought Osamu Dazai would snatch the strawberry away in one bite and let her free his hand, but she didn't expect this cunning guy to only bite half of it.

The sound of the pulp chewing between the lips and teeth seems to stick to the ears, and one can imagine how the bright red juice dyes the lips red, the watery color is vivid and fragrant, and the air is filled with sweet fragrance.

The Adam's apple rolled over, the pulp was swallowed, the remaining half of the strawberry was bit off by Riri Yamabuki's fingertips with his soft lips, and the sweet juice from her fingertips was sucked away by the tip of his tongue.

Riri Yamabuki looked at his wet fingertips silently, twisted them lightly, and turned a page of poems with his downcast eyes.

She didn't know until the pages of the book closed: what was written on the previous page?

Who knows, it might be a poem praising the sweetness of strawberries.

She was determined to read this page carefully, and just as her eyes fell on the first line of the poem, a strange feeling spread from the back of her neck like an electric shock, and her fingertips curled up unconsciously.

Dazai was kissing the back of her neck.

He has kissed her many times, on lips, hair, forehead, fingertips, back of hands, wrist bones, earlobe... or just a quick touch, or a long, silent long tone.

She accepted it all calmly, appreciating it but not obsessively responding.

But the back of the neck...

The fatal point, the hidden weakness, the symbol of hunting, the uneasy feeling of being controlled is out of control, and Riri Yamabuki even has a strong killing intent in an instant, and his fingertips are embedded in the skin.

The movements behind her were gentle and harmless.The girl's black hair was gently pulled aside by Osamu Dazai, and a wet kiss was printed on the snow-white skin.

She is not used to it.

The subtle reaction did not escape Osamu Dazai's eyes.He relaxed his movements a little, and could even taste two points of innocence.

This innocence confused Riri Yamabuki, she slowly released her curled fingertips, and rubbed the pages of the book with her fingertips, forcing herself to turn her attention back to the right track.

If she looked back at those kite eyes she loved at this moment, she would know that innocent, harmless, gentle and considerate are all illusions thinner than paper, only the slow, calm and controlled ones are real.

Prey that is difficult to tame must be introduced into the trap little by little.

That's good, gradually get used to closer and more dangerous contact, let go of your defenses, and gain trust, until you eat everything you eat, knock your bones and suck your marrow.

Osamu Dazai was slowly calculating in his heart, a lock of black hair wrapped around his fingertips, and the soft hair brushed his palm, slightly itchy.

The girl's snow-white nape flashed in front of his eyes, and Osamu Dazai suddenly wanted to take a bite, leaving a complete and beautiful tooth mark.

Will be beaten, absolutely.

He gave up wearily.