[Comprehensive] Daily life of the retired savior

Facts tell me that if you don’t go home at night and wander outside, no matter whether you jump into the river or drink alcohol, there will be no good results. The former will definitely make yourself to the hospital bed, and the latter will destroy your original positive image...

——When I went through all kinds of hardships and hardships and went through all kinds of difficulties and dangers, I dragged Dazai, who was frozen and trembling, back to the shrine under the eyes of the taxi driver who was frightened and suspicious and almost called the police. a drunkard.

I:"……"

Yato on the left hugged the pillar and babbled to it about the sad and bitter history of being abandoned by the artifacts for hundreds of years. On the right, he also seemed to regard my poor god tree as some kind of ocean fish who was facing it unilaterally. It cursed.

Look at the one on the shoulders, and look at the two crazy people in the courtyard, should I really stay in this shrine that is suspected of being an asylum for the mentally ill?

"Miyin...it's so cold..."

Mr. Osamu Dazai, the stray cat, seemed to notice that the adopter suddenly had the idea of ​​letting go, and immediately made a pitiful and weak voice.I looked at his pale face that was almost transparent, and I could only sigh: "You can take a bath by yourself, right? If not, I'll ask Chuya to help you."

Well, I did it on purpose, Nakaya is now yelling at my god tree as "mackerel", "bastard" and so on, some of the rhetorical tricks have even reached the realm of literature.I have reason to believe that what he scolded was the person who was lying on my shoulder and pretending to be dead, and the grievances have been deep for more than a day or two.

Dazai choked up, and of course he heard Chuya's amazing curse.

After listening silently for a while, the black-haired boy stood up and bent down to pick up a stone from the ground and walked over, patted Zhongye on the back with one hand while he turned around to attack the stone and knocked down the little boy.Then, like a cat wandering back with a dead mouse in its mouth to feed the excrement shoveler's cat, he flicked the spoils in a serious manner on the surface and secretly said in his heart: "Okay, he's calmed down~"

"..." Yato, who hugged the pillar and vomited bitterness, was frightened stupidly when he saw this scene. Even Dazai's thin body, no one thought that this guy could be so ruthless when he suddenly made a move.

I first stuffed Dazai into the bathroom of the guest room at the end of the veranda, and then ordered Yato to let go of the pillar to clean up the small courtyard full of empty wine bottles, and I dragged him directly into the bed of another guest room and ignored him ——It's hard to say whether he's tired from drinking or being knocked unconscious, anyway, the orange-haired boy who has calmed down is obedient and cute, rolling over and sleeping peacefully under the quilt.

After we cleaned up the courtyard, Yato helped to fish out Dazai who was sleeping in the bathtub, put on a dry bathrobe and stuffed it under the quilt, and went to help Nakaya who was unconscious to change his pajamas. Yoyo plunged headlong into the place where I used to live, and soon there was a loud snoring sound...

So in the end, I bought the shrine without my room?What's happening here!

I have no choice but to sit under the porch for a while and wait for the dawn, or simply go to the kitchen to see if there is anything to eat...

I cooked a big pot of tofu miso soup. I don’t know if it can relieve the hangover. Anyway, with only these ingredients, it’s better than drinking plain water.

Taking advantage of the tranquility in the shrine finally restored, I planted two rows of radishes in the fruit and vegetable field with a small flower shovel, looking forward to eating oden made with them in winter, and it will be bright when I finish my work.

Don't expect the two alcoholics to wake up early, and the other guy has a fever because he drank alcohol and committed suicide in the middle of the night, and now he is curled up in the bed with the antipyretic patch on his forehead, whimpering and chirping.

"38 degrees five," I flicked the thermometer blankly, "If you take anti-fever medicine and it still doesn't come down, I can only send you to the hospital or go back to Mr. Sen's, so you can take care of yourself."

Dazai childishly turned his back to me, hugged the quilt tightly and rubbed his hair: "No, don't go to the hospital, and don't look for Mr. Mori, it will be fine soon! If you have Mi Yin-chan's kiss, it will be three times faster Healing at a faster speed...do you really not want to try it?"

"No, I just lost my life, not my brain."

Putting the ice pack on his neck with a cold face, I pretended to be

He closed the door and left without hearing anything.

Last night was really messy. First, I had a big fight with Nakaya who I "met" at work, and then I was dragged by Dazai to the bar and lost control of my emotions. Then this guy staged a "standard water suicide tutorial" in front of me. No matter it is true or false, I had to say a lot of things to him, and now I think about it, I am so ashamed that I explode.

Therefore, when I saw him, I wanted to walk around, and I didn't want to recall how embarrassed I was by this man - I really couldn't tell whether his feelings were true or not, but I also couldn't respond to the homeless man who was begging for help. The cat ignored it.

Maybe this guy will eat my cat food in the near future and walk away with a paw, but right now I can't refuse his hand out of hesitation.

In short... I am currently in a state of Schrödinger's confusion.

I sat at the dining table and sighed again, looking at the sun that was almost rising above my head, took out the eggs and cooked a few thick eggs and put them on the table.

I never expected that Nakahara Chuya was the first to wake up from sleep. When I cut up the thick egg and brought it out, I saw him wearing the yukata that Yato found from the shrine warehouse, standing in the courtyard watching what I had planted. The radish was in a daze.

"Do you have a headache? Have you washed? Wash your hands and eat!" I yelled at him from the kitchen window, the orange-haired boy turned his head and looked at him, then walked in and sat down with his chopsticks: "What do you eat, how do you provide it for you?" ?”

"...What are you talking about? Of course I will eat what you eat, and what offerings you make. Why don't you light incense sticks and recite Buddhist scriptures at me!"

I didn't understand his brain circuit for a while, and I was so angry that I almost put the pot lid on Nakaya's head.

"Um, that's it, I'm sorry." He lowered his head, "Did I trouble you last night?"

"Fortunately, you're just threatening, intimidating and insulting my Shenmu. Anyway, it won't bother with you, so it's not a troublesome thing."

Chuya is not the main worship deity of the shrine, and Misaki probably doesn't bother to pay attention to him, it's nothing at all.

He paused: "Then I'll bring some plant fertilizer to apologize to it next time." After finishing speaking, he ate up the food in front of him, and then picked up the soup bowls and wiped out the miso soup like he was pouring something. , while wiping his mouth with a tissue, he got up and said goodbye: "I have to go back, the leader will probably ask about yesterday, you..."

"Whatever you want, honestly speaking, free play, it doesn't matter. Mr. Mori won't do anything to me, there is no need to spend energy." I waved at him with a thick egg in my hand, "It's okay, I will I have already thought about the fact that I am dead, otherwise how could I sit here calmly and let you mess around in the shrine... But I know it is not your fault, but I can only blame my incomprehensible god master .”

"God Lord...?"

"Well, it was Yato who awakened me wandering the streets. I was already dead at that time, I don't know why I was not discovered by the Guiding Division of hell, and I didn't have a clear consciousness like now, standing at a crossroads and wandering The purpose wanders back and forth. Although Yato restrained me, he also gave me a name and the power to protect myself. From a certain point of view, I am not much different from being alive now except that the sense of existence is slightly lower. Probably. Artifacts and divine masters will have various relationships, such as father and daughter, lovers, ordinary masters and servants, and of course we are probably... family members? So I usually regard him as a good-for-nothing brother." I said to him Smiling: "Don't you have to rush back, pay attention to safety on the road. By the way, do you want to come over for dinner? Ah, there is no other meaning, just... How crowded are you?"

"I'm not sure. It depends on the situation. It would be best if it's possible." He grinned, perhaps thinking that this look was a bit silly, and hurriedly put it back, "Let's go, call if you have something to do."

I carried the soup bowl and watched him go back to the room. After a while, I changed back to yesterday’s clothes. I walked out with that western-style black hat and nodded at me while holding the brim of the hat. Then I opened the door and walked under the bright red torii gate. out--ah!Forgot to ask him if he could get me a fake ID, who is better at this kind of thing than the Mafia?

What?You ask why I don't consider asking Dazai?

No, I'm afraid that he will design a strange character for me when he gets playful for a while.

Not long after Chuya left, Yato also woke up, took a shower and wailed on the dining table without even wiping his hair: "My head hurts... I'm going to die... don't mix it up again ..."

I threw a dry towel to him: "If you don't dry your hair, it's more than just a headache~" I said and put the miso soup in front of him: "If it's hard, just rest."

Yato stared at thick eggs for about 10 minutes before picking them up and eating them carefully bit by bit. After eating, he opened his mouth and said, "Miyin, I remember you can't cook..."

"Oh, like this, haven't I been working in a tea restaurant called Chaldea, the chef is very skilled, sometimes I will learn something from him. How does it taste?" I pushed the miso soup to him In front of him, Yato raised his hand and took a look, then sighed very heavily:

"To be honest, I hope it's a bit more difficult to eat, so that I don't have to have the illusion that I can marry you off..." He was frustrated: "Okay, I know your emotions clearly. This kind of relationship of unity and concentricity. I have seen too many creatures like humans, both good and bad. Still grateful for being allowed to appear in this world. I want to live, I want to be remembered no matter what means I use, and I want to live even more, and I don’t think there is anything wrong with that.”

"So, Miyin, I have never stopped you from becoming friends with human beings, but when it comes to falling in love...can you accept that one day you will be completely forgotten by your lover? Don't worry, on the other side You are too young among the residents, and you will find that there are more choices in the future. Even that guy Zhaoma is good, if you like, I can call you for you?"

Me: "...Let's not talk about what's going on in your head, Yato, can't you see the atmosphere between Mr. Zhaoma and Lord Bishamonten?"

Yato: _(:3)∠)_