Humanoid self-propelled wishing machine

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After the engine was turned off, the person in the driver's seat opened the door, and there was a crisp sound from the heels hitting the ground.

Osamu Dazai walked around to the co-pilot, opened the door, and helped Reo Tsushima unbuckle the seat belt.

"Lianyung, we're home."

Reyo Tsushima, who was involuntarily falling asleep in the prison gate, woke up in a daze. He rubbed his eyes, and his hazy vision Seeing that his elder brother stretched out his hands towards him, Satomi opened his arms subconsciously, and was hugged obediently by his elder brother.

The line of sight is raised.

spinning around.

Reyo Tsushima lay on her brother's body and saw the opposite house through the black vehicle. The dry vines that hadn't been cleaned for a long time jumped over the low wall. Its stiff corpse was hanging in the air, only slowly following the occasional breeze. The house is shaking, the house number has rusted to death, and the black and red rust clings to it thickly like the dead remains of parasites, tightly covering the surname of the owner of the house, and only half of the "soil" can be vaguely recognized. Words come.

It is a Japanese-style house that can be seen everywhere. It is not as solemn and solemn as Tsushima's main family, nor is it as falsely beautiful and glamorous as the foreign-style houses in Tokyo. It is just an ordinary house with warm wood The colorful house, even if it is shelved and completely decayed, it can still be seen that it should have revealed the lively appearance of fireworks.

The withered flowers scattered in the courtyard, the branches of cherry trees that have not been pruned for a long time are growing wildly, and the lush green has reached the windows on the second floor, as if they are about to invade the room, and they are fixed to the trees with thick hemp ropes. The homemade swing on the floor swayed creakingly, and the carpet laid by the door had been rotten by the wind and rain.

There are many abandoned houses like this on this street.

Sparse and ordinary, it is not surprising.

This street is far away from the center of Yokohama, but instead connects to Raboba Street, which is recognized as a slum. After the incident ten years ago, the nearby residents did not want to live in the geologically turbulent and chaotic area. They moved away one after another, so this street looks desolate and remote, lifeless, lifeless, and always makes people feel that there are eyes peeping in the hidden corners.

"It's a pity that Lianyang didn't get a taxi. It's all because of the bad timing of those people's appearance, right?"

The crisp sound of keys colliding faintly came from Osamu Dazai's body. He seemed to be looking for the wallet to find the key he wanted that could open the door of the house from a pile of keys with unknown uses.

"Correct."

"So it's not that I broke my promise. It's just that the previous taxi was scared away by those idiots. If I wait for another taxi, Lianyang might catch a cold from the wind. Compared with the taxi, she is still in good health. It's more important, isn't it?"

"Ah."

"So Lianyang can't blame in my heart..."

"Brother," Reo Tsushima tightly clenched Dazai Osamu's suit that was half-dry by the wind on the road with her small hands, and grabbed the undulating folds on his back, and he opened gently After a while, "Brother, you don't have to explain so much to me." He said, "It's just a small wish, and it doesn't matter if it doesn't come true."

He said so empathetically.

But Osamu Dazai was not as happy as the adults whom he fawned on in the past, he just kept silent, pulled his hand vigorously, as if he had finally found the key, he groped it out, unlocked the door with a click, and walked in .

In the slight jolt, Reo Tsushima glimpsed out of the corner of his eye, their house, which was hung at the same position as the neighbor's opposite, had the word "Dazai" written on it.

After walking into the room with wooden floor, Osamu Dazai finally put Reo Tsushima on the ground, squatted down and looked into his eyes seriously.

Tsushima Reo's incomprehensible emotions were precipitated in those iris-colored pupils.

Like the embers of a burning flame, it is cold, dead, and lifeless, covered with a layer of gray dead air, but it also hides a crazy fire, which can be revived with a slight blow of the dry north wind .

"Lianyang's wish is not a trivial matter."

Osamu Dazai reached out and brushed away the hair sticking to Reo Tsushima's face, and touched his somewhat cold face, "I have always been forced by others to listen to their filthy desires and fulfill their filthy desires. Dirty wishes, it’s hard work.”

"It doesn't matter now." Dazai Osamu stroked the back of Tsushima Reo's neck again and again, with a sense of comfort and love, he smiled slightly, "As long as Lianyang is self-willed, as long as she is unreasonable, she will be fine." Okay, if you want to get angry, get angry, if you want to make noise, make noise, let those you hate disappear, and take what you like, don’t hide, don’t back down, don’t try to please others.”

"Power, violence, money and status, these things they used to dominate us, now I will use them in turn to dominate them." Osamu Dazai said, "Don't worry, I will never let you do things you don't want to I will never hand you over to anyone else again."

He stretched out his hands, held Tsushima Reo's cheeks, pressed his forehead against Tsushima Reo's forehead, and pressed against it gently and simply, without doing anything, just wanting to feel Reo Tsushima's body temperature seemed to want to gain a moment of peace from this action.

Osamu Dazai closed his eyes, but Reo Tsushima's eyes were open.

He looked at Osamu Dazai quietly, without resisting or speaking, but silently and carefully tracing his brother's facial features with his eyes.

Eyebrows, eyes, nose, mouth, all still have familiar shadows, but they seem to be completely different.

Become fragile, worry about gains and losses, become crazy and gloomy, and become like dark and turbulent deep water hiding dangerous and terrifying power, making people fearful and wanting to escape.

but.

like.

Reo Tsushima fell in love with Osamu Dazai more and more.

He stretched out his hand, gently stroking Dazai Osamu's wet hair with affection and affection.

Because I lost once, I cherish it more, because I failed once, I am more vigilant, because love will ferment in longing, so it will become more mellow, just like the accumulation of despair will make hope more dazzling, love will be in all misfortunes Breeding and growing in the midst of pain, blooming in the filth like flowers in the mud.

Reo Tsushima felt it.

It makes people feel like being immersed in hot spring water, the warm and hot love with a pungent sulfur smell.

"Brother," he called softly, "get up and change your clothes."

Osamu Dazai didn't let himself lose control for a long time, he quickly restrained his emotions, opened his eyes, and said briskly, "I almost forgot, I can't catch a cold."

He took Tsushima Reo to the bathroom, found two brand new bath towels from the cabinet, and put hot water in the bathtub.

"Lianyang, first change out of the wet clothes, wipe your body with a towel, and take a bath later to warm up your body."

Osamu Dazai said, "It's been a long time since I took a bath with Lianyang."

"Yeah!" Reo Tsushima nodded heavily with a large bath towel on her head, her eyes sparkled brightly, as if complaining, and said like a baby, "Only twice when I was in Tokyo. .”

"Then put Lianyang's favorite bubble bath salt in the bathtub today."

The water was almost ready, Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand to test the temperature of the water, found bubble bath salt from the well-stocked items in the cabinet, put it in the water, and after the spherical bath salt dissolved, he took Tsushima Lianyang sat in.

The slight force generated when the bubbles burst stimulated the more delicate skin of the child, making Tsushima Reo couldn't help giggling, twisting her body to hide in the warm water.

"What's the matter?" Dazai Osamu, who saw the situation of Tsushima Reo at a glance, pretended not to know, and piled up more bubbles on Tsushima Reo's body.

"Brother, it's so itchy!" Reo Tsushima avoided Dazai Osamu's hand, pushing away with both hands indiscriminately, and instead picked up the foam in the bathtub, the tiny foam floated up and stuck to their hair and faces superior.

Osamu Dazai is a bit wicked.

He said loudly, "It's not okay to be afraid of bubbles! This way the body will not be clean!", while playing a snowball fight, he scooped up the fine white and dense foam and stuffed it into Tsushima Reo's sensitive and ticklish neck. The child's laughter became louder and louder in the closed bathroom.

The unbearable Rei Tsushima also tried to stuff the foam into Dazai's neck. Seeing that he was not ticklish, she acted coquettishly, and climbed onto Dazai's body, begging for mercy, "Brother, brother, Let me go please!"

"Okay, then I'll let you off this time." Osamu Dazai also stopped his evil hands contentedly, and said generously, he took Rei Tsushima off his body, "Sit down, Let me wash and wash your hair."

It can be said that it is a big project to wash Reo Tsushima's hair well. His hair still has blood and dust from eight years ago, and it has just soaked in the river water, and it is entangled with some algae and dirt.

Osamu Dazai gently cleaned him strand by strand, and after the water in the bathtub cooled down a bit, he carried Reo Tsushima out of the bathtub, and used the shower nozzle to help him clean his body. After rinsing up and down twice, the fishy smell of the river was finally washed away thoroughly.

After washing Reo Tsushima, he started to rinse himself off quickly again.

There are even bathrobes and pajamas in this bathroom, but unfortunately they are all Dazai Osamu's size. The loose pajamas will collapse even if they are barely put on Tsushima Reo. Dazai simply found a soft white one from the closet. The shirt was worn by Reo Tsushima as pajamas.

"Okay." Osamu Dazai himself was wearing decent pajamas, and looked at Reo Tsushima in a white shirt that could cover his knees and stepping on wide slippers. Clothes in the right size."

And Reyo Tsushima raised his hand, looked at the long sleeve dangling in the air, and said aggrievedly, "I'm obviously the same age as my brother..."

Osamu Dazai squatted down, squinted his eyes slightly, and stretched out his finger to poke Tsushima Reo's cheek, and a shallow pit sank in it.

"It's not the same age now," his tone rose slightly, as if with some pride, "I'm eight years older than Lianyang."

"I've become an adult, but Lianyang is still a child, isn't it good?"

Reo Tsushima asked in confusion, "Where is it?"

"At least now I can protect you."