The white unicorn just wants to raise the barren god

This is Yokohama.

Five dark buildings stand tall in the Minato area of ​​Yokohama, showing their presence like landmarks. People from outside may never think that those five buildings are neither government buildings nor commercial buildings. The black forces in the world in Yokohama, Port Mafia.

In the heavily guarded headquarters building, the black-haired boy who just came out of the chief's office on the top floor walked slowly, his kite-colored eyes were full of indifference, and wherever he looked, the guards in charge of security on both sides subconsciously looked away. Don't dare to look at the boy.

Even though the high-end suit on this young man was covered with white bandages, he seemed to be seriously injured.Even though the boy's left eye was wrapped in a bandage and only a kite-colored eye was exposed, his presence still made the guards who were responsible for protecting the leader's safety shudder.

The fear from the soul spread silently.

Because he is Osamu Dazai, the youngest cadre of Port Mafia, it is said that even his soul is dark, and he is a born mafia.

In just one year, he stepped on the blood of countless people, causing people all over the world in Yokohama to feel fear when mentioning Dazai, and to conclude that "the misfortune of Dazai's enemy is that his enemy is Dazai".

Every time he enters and exits the chief's office, it will inevitably set off more bloody storms in Yokohama - this is the consensus of all members of Port Mafia.

Even a mafia who is not afraid of killing will be afraid of a demonic man like Osamu Dazai.

Casually stepping on everyone's fearful eyes, the young cadre in a black suit walked into the elevator and went down all the way to the basement of the headquarters.

"Da da da."

In the unguarded basement, next to the fireplace that burns pine wood all year round, Osamu Dazai found the goal of his trip.

A man with long black hair was sitting on a wicker chair. He seemed to be extremely cold, even if he was wearing a coat, a scarf and fur earmuffs, he raised his hands slightly, drawing the shape of the flames in the fireplace.

A magazine was clasped across his knee, which he had evidently been reading to pass the time before he began to warm himself by the fire.

He concentrated on roasting the fire, absorbed the warmth from the burning flame, as if he didn't notice Osamu Dazai's arrival.

"Mr. Lantang." Facing the black-haired man's ignorance, Osamu Dazai didn't think he was disobedient, he just dragged out his voice, the voice was sweet and greasy and seemed to be full of malice: "He is coming."

The black-haired man sat up straight, his golden-green eyes looked straight at Osamu Dazai.

The upside-down magazine slipped from his knees and landed on the floor with a "click".

On the open pages was printed a poem—

【...Call!Don't have a scarecrow?Maybe not.

Hear the neighing?Perhaps it never neighed.

Only the moonlight shines brightly.

Never follow it, but the spring and evening? ①】

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【...I always follow it, but what about the spring and evening?

Tick-tock-tick, red the Jialan on the field.

The wheels of the wagon, the grease has dried...]

At the counter of the Morino Convenience Store, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, who would come here every now and then, sat lazily on a high chair, with his legs crossed, and a magazine called "Four Seasons" in one hand.

This varies from time to time. For details, see which day Nakahara will go down the mountain to purchase, but unfortunately he still did not agree to Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's delivery service.

This "Four Seasons" magazine is obviously not the latest issue. The month printed on the cover is April two years ago. It is an old magazine that cannot be older, but Shibusawa Tatsuhiko is very interested in it.

No, strictly speaking, he was interested in the poem "Spring Evening" printed on the title page of this magazine.

The author of "Spring Evening Evening" is called Baicun, who is a well-known poet in the poetry world today, and Baicun is exactly the pen name of Zhongya Zhongyuan.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko read this poem over and over again, savoring the depressing emotions between the lines, imagining how the orange-haired boy who wrote this poem was depressing at the spring night at that time, and couldn't help speculating that it made him so depressing at that time the reason.

Words are so magical.Inadvertently, a person's thoughts and thoughts will flow out from the tip of the pen, infecting himself and others.

After appreciating it several times, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko picked up the scissors that were set aside, "click click", and carefully cut out the page of the magazine along the blank area on the edge of the poem.

At this moment, there was a "ding bell", and the wind chime at the door rang the moment the glass door opened, and the young man who was still hiding himself with a baseball cap and black-rimmed glasses rushed into the convenience store.

"Welcome, this guest." Shibusawa Tatsuhiko greeted with a smile, and blinked at the boy in the baseball cap with a look of tacit understanding.

The boy in the baseball cap, even Zhong Yuanzhong, almost rolled his eyes.

Thanks to Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's behavior of going up and down Qishan several times, Nakahara Nakahara had to "know" this person, barely made friends, and inevitably exposed that he went to Morino convenience store to buy things and won the annual award The lucky customer is him, because Shibusawa Tatsuhiko claims to be an internal staff member of the convenience store. Anyway, he has to climb Mount Qishan every day to exercise and visit Nakahara Chuya and His Highness Aragami. If Nakahara Nakahara wants to buy something, why not buy it for him? , directly sent to the mountain, not to mention that you can get a discounted price.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also very moved, and then refused.

He's not so housebound that he can't even get off Qishan.

Zhong Yuanzhong also walked into the convenience store without looking sideways.

Considering that even if you pretend you don't know each other, you still need to be socially polite, so after entering the door, Nakahara Chuya turned his head to look at the cashier Ryuhiko Shibusawa, and nodded slightly.

As a result, with a glance, Zhong Yuanzhong also saw the magazine on the counter and the title page that had just been cut.

Wait, something seems familiar?

Zhongyuan Zhong also paused and took another look.

This time I see clearly.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

"Four Seasons" magazine?

He is acquainted, a journal under Wenputang, one of the magazines he is the main contributor to.

"Spring Day Evening"?

He knew it better because it was a poem he wrote.

After a brief moment of stupefaction, a huge sense of shame hit Chuya Nakahara.His face turned red all of a sudden, so hot that he didn't dare to look at it anymore, and rushed into the convenience store quickly.

Shibusawa Ryuhiko was stunned for a moment, and after a while, Shibusawa Ryuhiko, who had guessed what Nakahara Chuya was thinking, tried hard to purse the corners of his lips, and he must not laugh out loud at this time.

Ahhh, Chuya-chan, who is already a well-known poet but still feels embarrassed because her poems are liked, his wife is so cute!

But you can't laugh, although Chuya-chan who becomes angry from embarrassment will be cute, but the consequences are not something the current Ryuhiko Shibusawa can bear.

He only tried his best to purse the corners of his mouth, pretending that he didn't know anything, and clipped the cut out title page in a notebook, and that notebook was already filled with a quarter, all of which were written under the pseudonym Baicun. poetry.Oh, and the French poems translated by him are actually not missed, but they are pasted in another notebook.

The collection of poems "Mo Hei Ye" that will be published in the near future will be collected, and the texts scattered in various magazines and newspapers will also be cut out and collected.

Following the believers of His Royal Highness Rage God, the number one reader of the poet Kashiwa Village will also be set up.This is not only the buff that Shibusawa Ryuhiko was frantically stacking the special attack on Chuya Nakahara, after reading the words of Chuya Nakahara, he was indeed touched by those words.

It is indeed the Zhongye sauce that he admires and likes, and everything suits his heart!

In the corner of the convenience store, Zhong Yuanzhong, who rushed in in a panic, also raised his hand and wiped his face.

What should I do if I meet readers and fans?

Nakahara Chuya: Pretend, pretend you don’t know.

It is a good thing that his writing is liked. He has received some enthusiastic letters from readers through Kusano editor before, and he has also experienced the praise of readers, but the written form belongs to the written form, and face-to-face will kill us.Especially Shibusawa Tatsuhiko is so gross when he praises people, if he knows that he is the poet Kashiwamura...

Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't help but fight a cold war.

It was only when the incident came to an end that he truly realized that his skin was actually quite thin, and it was really embarrassing to encounter such a situation.

Nakahara took a deep breath, helped his black-rimmed glasses that were sliding down the bridge of his nose, and tried to return his attention to the shelf in front of him.

Buy something buy something buy something!

While picking and picking, the voices of other female customers talking softly came from the shelf next door.

Young and sweet, either a middle school student or a high school student.

"...The guy at the counter is so handsome, even more dazzling than those big stars, I really want to get in touch with him."

"Don't think about it, he doesn't care about people. I asked the waiter here, and he seems to have something to do with the owner of the convenience store. He only comes here to replace the counter one or two days a week, and he only stays for half an hour each time before leaving. gone."

Nakahara Chuya suddenly pricked up his ears, Shibusawa Ryuhiko has something to do with the owner of this convenience store?The part-time job he thought was actually just coming and sitting for half an hour when he had nothing to do?

——Actually, if Nakahara Chuya picked things up faster, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's replacement time would probably be less than half an hour each time.

Ryuhiko Shibusawa, who was sitting at the counter pretending to be a fake, would never have imagined that the false part-time job he created was exposed by two female high school customers in the chat.

"I still want his contact information." The voice of the girl who spoke was somewhat unwilling, "I don't want to give up without trying."

"But it would be embarrassing to be rejected, Kyoko, he doesn't seem to have a good temper."

"He just has a cold attitude towards strangers... By the way, I can go to divination!" The voice of the girl named Kyoko suddenly became excited, "As long as the divination shows that the relationship is going well, I will be able to be him." girlfriend!"

"Divination? What divination?"

"Eh? Miho, haven't you heard of it?" Kyoko's voice was full of surprise, "It's "divination at the crossroads". According to legend, standing at a crossroads in a foggy day asks the first person you meet Help with divination, I heard it is very effective. "