"Ha..." I sat up and stretched my waist.
At this time, outside, there was a scene where the bright moon was shining on the horizon and the autumn wind was blowing away thousands of stars.
As if pondering over it, it filled my eyes with brilliance.
Half a month has passed since I was surrounded by three mafia gangsters.
This half month is exactly in line with my fantasy for the future. Apart from receiving commissions and training, there were no other accidents.
Ever since, I applied to Fukuzawa Yukichi to move back, and it was successfully approved.
Tonight is my first night back in my former home.
To my surprise, I suffered from insomnia.
In fact, insomnia was very common for me before I went to Wenye. But since I arrived in Wenye, after a day of running around and working hard, I just wanted to lie in bed and sleep.
I can't sleep tonight, it seems I've been too busy recently.
Now that I'm awake, let's go out for a walk. I can't fall asleep anyway.
With this in mind, I got dressed and stepped out of the house.
Autumn in Yokohama came quickly and was so cold that I shivered violently just after I went out.
"It's time to buy a scarf," I muttered.
I wonder what happened to Zhongyuan Zhongya who was crippled.
As I walked on the busy street, I couldn't help but think about it.
Speaking of which, in fact, after hearing that Zhongyuan Zhong was also disabled. Osamu Dazai's expression still stirred up some waves, but it was just not easy to detect.
Dazai Osamu always hides himself so deeply that he turns into such a pitiable existence.
I walked to the restaurant where I had tonkotsu ramen last time.
The restaurant had been rebuilt long ago, or rather it was damaged the night of the explosion.
That explosion seemed to be specially prepared for me.
However, I always feel that it is also inextricably linked to Zhongyuan Zhongya.
And the connection is quite close.
The truth of all this can only be revealed if Zhongyuan Zhongya wakes up.
But fortunately, except for a few people in the Port Mafia who have met me, no one else knows my appearance or abilities.
Otherwise, I would be like Atsushi Nakahara who just arrived. Being chased by a bunch of people all day long, and if I wasn't careful, I might be captured, and I might have died a long time ago.
After all, "Flowing Time" is not an aggressive power.
Having said this, I have also thought about it.
If my superpower can rewind or fast forward the time of the touched object through contact.
So can I rewind the time of a deceased person so that he can enjoy the joy of life again?
Haha, my imagination is too big.
I shook my head with a sarcastic smile on my face.
The wind picked up again, picking up my coat and letting in a cool breeze.
I stopped hunching my neck in an attempt to stay warm, there was no point. I just stood there against the wind, looking long and hard towards the dimly lit place.
Suddenly, a different kind of loneliness and desolation grew and multiplied in my heart.
Do I really have anyone I can rely on in this bustling place?
Although I now work in a detective agency, I have a group of colleagues with special powers.
But they are colleagues after all, not relatives or close friends.
The corners of my eyes are a little moist. No matter which world I am in, don't I deserve someone to rely on?
I wiped my tears away with the sleeve of my sweater.
Really, it’s so late at night, why am I crying in frustration here.
He who feels sorry for himself is like a retarded person.
Jiajie, you are really a contradictory individual.
"Guess who I am?"
At this time, a pair of equally cold hands covered my eyes, startling me.
"Mr. Dazai," I replied.
"Ah~ How come you guessed it so quickly~" Osamu Dazai shouted in disappointment and moved his hands away.
I smiled sadly and didn't say anything.
How could I not recognize Osamu Dazai's voice?
"What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood and can't sleep?" Dazai Osamu stood beside me and asked.
"It's okay, I'm just too busy. I couldn't sleep, so I went out for a walk." I replied, hiding the desolation in my heart.
"Really? Then why did the palms of my hands get wet after touching Si Yejun's eyes?" Osamu Dazai said, pretending to be confused, "Or, you washed your face before going out, and you still No time to do it?"
There was a smile in Dazai Osamu's eyes and the lights in the distance.
"Maybe it's at night, I'm not in a good mood." Seeing that I couldn't hide it, I teased.
"How could it be?" Dazai Osamu also looked into the distance with me, "How wonderful it is to see everyone harmonious and beautiful."
What Dazai Osamu said may have been sincere, but why was his tone so desolate?
"But what does it have to do with me? I can only watch." I said, my nose was a little sore.
"It's enough to be able to see them." Dazai Osamu's expression was serious, and something was twinkling in his eyes. "There are some people and things that I can no longer see."
Hearing this, my heart seemed to be hit hard.
I raised my head and studied Dazai Osamu's expression. His eyes were long and his lips were tightly closed.
The little lights shining on his face lost their color.
Color, dare not approach him.
He dare not have color.
Osamu Dazai, who attempted suicide at a young age and was rescued by Ogai Mori... Osamu Dazai, who lost two close friends when he was young... Osamu Dazai, who often held a book in his hand... Osamu Dazai, he...
"Mr. Dazai, why do people have life and death?" Suddenly, I broke the suffocating silence.
"Because, there will always be people who come to this world with the attitude of giving it a try. Because, there will always be people who forget the meaning of coming here in the first place and plan to go back and look for it." Osamu Dazai replied.
He answered very quickly, as if he had asked himself the question countless times in his mind, and at this moment he just simply said it out loud.
"Then Mr. Dazai, you keep talking about suicide, but every time you deliberately fail...what's your point?" My hands were clenched into fists, and my fists were trembling.
Hearing this, Osamu Dazai was stunned for a moment. He seemed to feel a little strange and looked at me, then smiled faintly and said:
"Because, every time I was about to go there to search, there would be someone there who would push me back. And said, Osamu Dazai, how did you know that you had no clues? So, I kept living until Now."
"So searching for the meaning of life is the meaning of your life, Mr. Dazai?"
"That's a very wise summary, Mr. Si Ye."
The air was silent again, but this time it was different, not suffocating.
Probably because the autumn wind blows again, bringing all the noise and warmth from the distance.
"Mr. Dazai."
"What's wrong?"
"I'm hungry, I want to eat hot pot."
"Me too. There is a shop on the corner, let's go eat together."
We smiled at each other and walked into the hustle and bustle in the distance together.
…
"Let's take a picture together!" Osamu Dazai suggested, raising the wine glass in his hand.
"Why do you suddenly want to take pictures today?" Oda Sakunosuke was a little surprised.
"Because, who knows if we can meet again tomorrow." Osamu Dazai smiled.
He stared at the ice cubes floating up and down in the wine glass, wanting to say something more, but said nothing.
Finally, they took a photo together.
No one knows whether the smiles of the three of them are still there; no one knows where the photo is now.
But one thing Dazai Osamu knew very well was that their smiles were always with him in his dreams.
…
"Si Ye."
"Um?"
"Let's take a picture later."
"Okay! Then I'm going to take pictures while drinking."
"Of course not! Children can't drink!"
The light and tears filled my eyes again. Looking at the flustered Osamu Dazai in front of me, I laughed again and again.
