But what did Dazai do wrong?

Osamu Dazai rejected another woman who invited to dance. He raised his glass to the girl who couldn't hide his disappointment, and stood in the corner by the curtain.

The half-thawed ice cubes in the wine glass rustled, and Osamu Dazai licked the wetness from his fingertips to wipe away the water marks on his fingertips.

So bored, he looked at the huge golden crystal chandelier in the center of the ballroom, wishing it would explode suddenly, making today's boring work more interesting.

But that's impossible, after all, Osamu Dazai arranged the guard schedule himself, and the Mafia headquarters at the port wouldn't blow up the chandelier.

"Mr. Dazai, it's almost time." The subordinate trotted over, "Mr. Nagano said that his daughter wanted to cut the cake at the ball no matter what."

"According to the pre-arranged to do." Osamu Dazai said lightly.

Mr. Nagano is the most important guest at the banquet, and Port Mafia has the obligation to fulfill his extraordinary wish-this is what Mori Owa told Dazai Osamu.

"That doesn't mean I'm obliged to play house with Missy." Osamu Dazai put the wine glass aside, and Miss Nagano, whom he refused to invite to dance, bit her lip and looked at this side from afar, shaking her father's arm and pleading softly What.

As long as her father has any brains, or knows a little about the port of Mafia, it's time to cover his daughter's mouth and let her go home.

Osamu Dazai changed his position near the balcony and silently counted the time.

Before the cake trolley was rolled out, there was a stage where all the lights were turned off. The spotlights shone on the trolley rolling out from the gate, slowly gathered in the center, and finally shone on the birthday star’s delicately combed long hair, reflecting the sparkle of diamonds in her hair.

On her birthday, the eldest lady will descend like an angel under the eyes of countless people with envy and blessings. She will be the most beautiful girl today and have the most handsome male companion.

Osamu Dazai stood far away in the corner, looking coldly at the men and women surrounded by Miss Nagano.

He was in charge of arranging the entire dance process, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he took charge of everything, but in Dazai Osamu's heart, this birthday had nothing to do with him.

There is no spotlight on his birthday, the soft halo of a few candles envelops the dining table, the cake is small enough for two people to share with red sweet cherries, and the person blowing out the candles with puffed cheeks Little thoughts of stealing cherries popped into the girl's head.

Riri Yamabuki was wearing a birthday hat made of paper. She had just taken a shower, and she was wearing the pajamas with the words "one kill a day" printed on her hem that covered her thighs. She sat cross-legged on a chair like a cat. Stretch lazily.

The aroma of the white peach-flavored shower gel melted into the heat of summer. She didn't wear any decorations on her body, but Dazai Osamu remembered for a long time the unfurled eyebrows and eyes under the candlelight.

The pure wild nature and the embellishment piled with cold gems are all beautiful.

The shining crystal chandelier on the top of the ballroom suddenly went out, and a beam of spotlights shone on the road where the cake cart was slowly moving.

The applause rose from low to high like the tide hitting the shore, and the smell of various perfumes mixed together in the air, and Osamu Dazai took another step back.

He wanted to open the curtains and hide on the balcony, but he also thought that it was only dusk now, the setting sun from the open curtains was far more eye-catching than the artificial spotlights, and the eyes of the audience would shift from Miss Nagano's cake to Osamu Dazai.

It would not be too cruel to offend someone on someone's birthday, Osamu Dazai pinched his eyebrows, regretting that he chose a white suit.

Wearing the black one can at least cover up the smell of face powder with the smell of blood.There are so many perfumes in the world, how come no one mixes the smell of ice and snow with white peach, and adds a little bit of blood to taste.

Osamu Dazai pondered the possibility of killing himself with his breath.

Ten seconds later, he took a breath of air as if giving up, and chose to change to the self-shark method of suffocating with perfume.

A slight laugh came from behind Osamu Dazai.

"Dazai who has been working so hard for work... so cute." The owner of the voice was still laughing, and the cold and sweet aroma lingered around Dazai, dispelling the sweet smell that made him uncomfortable.

Appeared quietly, at the wrong time, at the wrong place.

Osamu Dazai tried to use his own information network to find Riri Yamabuki.The flowers she delivers every day are placed in a transparent vase on the desk, and cats of different colors walk through the streets of Yokohama. Sometimes there is an extra pack of orange candy in the coffee and takeaway, sometimes a few Washed blueberries, maybe a pink bear sticker with a childish pattern.

The traces she left are everywhere, but finding the real one is as difficult as reaching the sky.

"Last time, he showed his hand to greet me." Osamu Dazai looked at the spotlight in front of him without turning his head, "Aren't you even showing your back this time?"

"Angry? The cadre of Mafia at the port." Riri Yamabuki seemed not in a hurry to leave, and talked to Osamu Dazai against his back, "Your organization has issued a powerful arrest warrant for me. If I don't hide, it's inevitable It’s too disrespectful to you.”

"Really?" Osamu Dazai said in a flat tone, "The light will be turned on in one minute, should Miss Leader leave?"

"Indeed." Riri Yamabuki said leisurely, "Birthday is a happy day, I can't let today's birthday person experience my tragedy."

Osamu Dazai deliberately chose to make trouble on Riri Yamabuki's birthday: "..."

It seems to be condemned (Little Rabbit Zaizhi flinches).

"Because of the relationship with the leader, Mr. Mori has been looking at me like a traitor recently. If the subordinates here find out that you came to me on purpose, I will not be able to clear my innocence by jumping into the Tsurumi River."

Osamu Dazai urged gently: "It's time to go, Riri-chan."

"I read Shakespeare to you," said Riri Yamabuki, "Do you like the story of Romeo and Juliet?"

"Romeo and Juliet, who are in love with feuding families, are forced to have a secret tryst on the balcony because of the love that is not blessed by their parents."

"I like this story very much, it's a romantic tragedy." Riri Yamabuki grabbed Osamu Dazai's wrist, "but I don't want to be the protagonist of the tragedy."

"I have always believed that things between us, love or lies, have nothing to do with positions, but only about the two of us."

"But since you care so much..."

After 1 minute, Ms. Nagano picked up the table knife and cut the first cut of the cake. The huge crystal chandelier was shining brightly again, and the melodious sound of the violin flowed in the ballroom again.

The port Mafia members who regained their vision subconsciously looked at Mr. Dazai's position to seek hints for the next task. Ms. Nagano, who was under the spotlight of all eyes, walked towards Dazai Osamu with the first piece of cake unwillingly. One pair after another focused on his position. corner of.

"Brush!" The curtain was suddenly pulled open.

The sun was about to fall, and the warm orange light shone into the room from the balcony with the windows open, and the afterglow enveloped the slender figure standing by the window.

The black-haired girl with a white gauze skirt covering her ankles lifted the hem of the skirt, her rose-colored hairband bloomed like slightly drunk red wine, her ring finger with a ring on the wrist of a handsome young man in a white suit.

"—let's elope."

Riri Yamabuki's voice clearly echoed around Osamu Dazai, reaching the ears of every guest in the ballroom.

The beauty beyond words shines like a flame in the setting sun, and the broken gold embellishes the grand and splendid scenery behind her.

Riri Yamabuki looked at Dazai Osamu, and asked him with dark golden cat eyes: Are you coming with me?

From then on, Osamu Dazai knew that he had no other choice.

The 18 years of drifting with the tide came to an end in the magnificent bell at dusk, and his fate no longer belonged to him alone.

Strange scenery, strange emotions, strange colors, the wind whizzing between the sky and the earth and the brilliant fire clouds pave the way to freedom, he just needs to go to her.

At dusk in the orange-red afterglow, Osamu Dazai, one of the five cadres of Mafia at the port, declared his defection.

……

It's time to close.The proprietress of the florist stooped to put away the buckets of bouquets placed outside the store to attract customers, and leaned against the door, shaking her fan.

"There is still a reservation for the last guest." She narrowed her eyes leisurely in the cool breeze, "Preparing to go home and drink some wine."

At the end of the road, there are two overlapping shadows under the setting sun. A girl in a white gauze skirt and a young man in a white suit walk hand in hand, and the burning clouds melt on the background board behind them.

The proprietress stopped shaking her fan unconsciously.

She remembers them.

The handsome young man once ordered many Yamabuki flowers in her flower shop.At that time, June had already passed, and she spent a lot of effort to get the fresh Yamabuki flowers after the flowering period. Of course, the money paid by the guests also greatly exceeded the energy she expended.

The girl with black hair and golden eyes was the guest she was waiting for before closing.The special eye color and extraordinary beauty were firmly remembered by the proprietress, and she ordered a bouquet of pure white hydrangeas.

Hydrangeas are flowers for weddings. When the proprietress placed the order, she murmured why the girl ordered it herself, and her boyfriend was not considerate at all.

Seeing those two people now, the proprietress couldn't think of anything other than "God, they are a match made in heaven".

The proprietress quickly put down her fan, took out the white hydrangeas she had carefully arranged from the store, and held them in the hands of the black-haired girl.

"You guys, is this a marriage proposal?" She couldn't help asking, the white dress really matched her.

After the proprietress finished asking, she couldn't help laughing when she saw the men and women in front of her eyes looking at each other, and the girl's final voice rose slightly:

"It's not a marriage proposal, it's an elopement."

Leaving the cramped and narrow place, go to the world scenery of the open world.

The lady proprietress stood at the door of the shop and watched their figures melt into the sunset, she pulled down the shutter door of the shop in a trance, her mood infected by the beauty made her want to sing, and she held her fan reservedly to calm herself down.

"It's good to be young." The proprietress covered her smile with a fan, "Which family's young lady and master is it? Don't be taken back easily."

"Madam Boss!" The shop next door was about to close, and the uncle who called out to her said, "Go back early today! I saw a lot of black suits looking for someone, I'm afraid something big happened."

The black suit is what they call Mafia. Mafia is a specialty of Yokohama, and everyone living in the city must learn to live with them.

Mafia, currently the leading port, doesn't make it difficult for businessmen, and a small flower shop doesn't catch the eyes of big shots, but the proprietress still listens to Uncle and plans to go back early.

Unexpectedly, he was stopped on the road.The proprietress took a deep breath and said with a smile on her face, "My lord, I'm just a businessman. I'll help you with anything you need."

"Have you ever seen a couple in white dresses?" The man pulled out a photo from his pocket, "Have you ever seen the person in the photo?"

It was a photo taken against the light. The girl sitting on the railing looking at the sea turned her head sideways, and her dark golden cat pupils looked indifferently at the camera.The handsome young man stood beside her, lazily looking down at the bloodstains dragging on the ground.

The landlady's heart skipped a beat.

How could this be a young master who ran away from home... He was clearly a much more terrifying existence than the most powerful person in her mind.

Indifferent and bloody.

Orange soft.

It's scary, but it's so romantic, so romantic that her old girl's heart is revived.

The man in the black suit in front of her was still waiting for her answer. The proprietress who deceived Mafia had never dared to think about it before, but now she felt an unknown courage.

Those are the lovers who took the hydrangeas from her shop. God's blessing will definitely be sent to them before the sunset.

"No..." The proprietress took a deep breath, but a series of hasty ringtones interrupted her words.

"Yes, yes, I understand." The black suit hung up the phone and nodded slightly to the proprietress, "I'm sorry, please forget what happened today."

The proprietress looked suspiciously at the black suit who left in a hurry, and said to herself: "What happened?"

The search teams scattered in Yokohama returned to the Mafia port one after another. On the top floor, in the leader's office, Mori Ogai held up the leader's momentum to finish the phone call and hugged his head.

Mr. Mori is bad, Ango Sakaguchi from the intelligence department is missing!

Mr. Sen is not well, the organization in black called and said that all the people who failed in their operation have lost contact!

Mr. Mori is not well, the Supernatural Secret Service Division sent a warning letter, and Ango Sakaguchi turned out to be the man of the note!

Mr. Mori is not well, and Riri Yamabuki appeared at the banquet for Mr. Nagano!

Mr. Sen is not good!Mr. Dazai defected!He was dragged away by Yamabuki Riri and ran away!

The ominous news slapped Mori Ogai's face indiscriminately like cold icy rain, making him extremely miserable.

Ango Sakaguchi finished his job as a second-five son, and finally he was able to serve as a civil servant again; the five children of Sakunosuke Oda received the government's student subsidies; Osamu Dazai eloped with his girlfriend as he wished, and Riri Yamabuki may become the biggest winner.

Happiness is theirs, Mori Ogai has nothing.

Appeared!Only the world where he was hurt!

Mori Ogai shrugged his shoulders, lay down on the table pitifully and wailed: Wash your father more!

How did that happen!