Humanoid self-propelled wishing machine

The music in the bar is low and soothing, and the bartender is slowly wiping the freshly cleaned wine glasses, and then put them back on the stand one by one. Under the dim and old light, the transparent crystal The wine glass reflected the moist light.

Osamu Dazai only looked at Ango Sakaguchi's expression, and understood that the suspicious intelligence officer still didn't believe that Reio Tsushima and him were blood brothers. Seeing his efforts to calm down, he casually poked the beautiful ice ball floating in the amber-like liquor with his fingers.

Reo Tsushima still tastes like a child, and he likes sweet and sour tastes. He obediently held his glass of orange-red tomato juice, and drank most of it little by little, with sparkling eyes The glass was bright, and the wide-mouthed wine glass was a bit bigger than his mouth, and some viscous tomato juice got on the corner of his mouth accidentally.

He wanted to wipe it off with his own hands, after all, children can't notice such details, but Osamu Dazai caught a glimpse of it, grabbed his wrist, and said, "Don't wipe it with your hands, it will get dirty. "

Osamu Dazai put his palm against the wooden bar, turned the high chair around, and carefully took out a handkerchief from his pocket to help Reo Tsushima wipe off the sticky tomato juice.

Reo Tsushima also raised her head obediently, allowing Osamu Dazai to move on her face.

"Didn't the etiquette teacher that those guys hired for you teach you not to do this?" Osamu Dazai's fingers fluttered up and down like butterflies, and he folded the soiled handkerchief so that it would not loosen Open style, put it back into the pocket neatly, and asked casually like chatting.

Since the high-level executives in the magic world seem to hold Reio Tsushima to the altar, they will naturally shape him beyond that direction on purpose. Osamu Dazai has actually noticed the changes in Reo Tsushima. He stands dignified and tall The posture, the measured step distance when walking, the corrected, clear and standard pronunciation and intonation when speaking, and the slightly compassionate indifference when listening to others, all have been artificially adjusted Mark of.

"The teacher has taught me." Reo Tsushima still held the glass of tomato juice tightly in his hand and did not put it down. His eyes were still lingering on the bright red and beautiful juice, and he replied absent-mindedly, "But, Because there will be a servant lady who will help me wipe it... so I kind of forgot."

But it doesn't matter.

"Is that so?" Osamu Dazai said in such a brisk and joking tone, "So Lianyang didn't learn it, right? This class must have failed in the end."

Just accept it along with these imprints that symbolize that time of solitude.

Accepting one's own weakness in the past, accepting one's incompetence in the past, accepting their dull, gloomy childhood full of insurmountable high walls and inescapable cages, bearing the heavy hammers swayed from all directions over and over again, in that The cruel knocking again and again removed unnecessary impurities little by little, and it was molded into a deformed, ugly, but indestructible appearance.

It wasn't a past that was hard to face and one wanted to escape from, it was just a normal, commonplace, just like anyone else [life] that turned them into what they are now.

Just treat it with a normal attitude.

"No!" Reo Tsushima loudly refuted Dazai Osamu's slander, "I didn't fail!" He said aggrievedly, "Obviously I passed all the courses, and the teacher even praised me! "

The careful bartender noticed the problem that the wine glass was too big for Reo Tsushima. After all, there should not be children in the bar. He had never considered this issue before, but since he had discovered the difficulty of the guests, he also I went to find the straw and cut it to a suitable length.

"guest."

At this moment, seeing Reo Tsushima's cheeks puff up more and more, the bartender interjected in a timely manner and handed the straw to Reo Tsushima, with an elegant smile on his face, Said in a tone, "Would it be more convenient to use a straw?"

Reo Tsushima took the straw subconsciously, said thank you, and was interrupted for a moment. He suddenly couldn't remember the anger just now, so he just glared at his brother, then turned his head away He drank the tomato juice in his wine glass and ignored Dazai Osamu.

Ango Sakaguchi also came back to his senses, pushed his glasses, and said calmly, "It turned out to be a biological brother... I thought you jumped out of some corner, you have been so heartless all day long. , look like a fool, and we have known each other for a while, and I have never heard you mention your relatives."

He couldn't help taking a second look at Reo Tsushima, still feeling very strange, "I still can't imagine Dazai taking care of children."

Ango Sakaguchi followed the principle of being an undercover agent, and did not reveal his speculations, nor revealed his knowledge of Osamu Dazai's past information, but only spoke as "Osamu Dazai's friend".

"Didn't you see it now?" Osamu Dazai shook the liquid in his glass, observed the beautiful sparkling light reflected by the swaying clear liquid, and asked casually, "How is it? Isn't it delicate? And being careful, is it better than Odasaku who only throws the children to the boss?"

He took it very seriously.

Ango Sakaguchi also took a sip of the drink in his glass, and said calmly, "No, I just saw that you not only bring the kid to the bar, but also tease him all the time."

"What is teasing?" Osamu Dazai said dissatisfiedly, "This is obviously education, do you understand education?"

"Teach him how to drink?" Sakaguchi Ango said a cold joke, "Don't harm your younger brother, you bad brother who became an alcoholic before he became an adult." He paused and asked, "Speaking of Oda Saku ...I haven't seen him in the bar much these days."

"Yeah." Osamu Dazai said, "That's because too many traitors have been dealt with in the past few days. He must be busy cleaning up the corpses."

He picked up the glass, drank it down, put his fingertips against the transparent glass wall, pushed the glass towards the bartender, and said with a smile, "Boss, have another drink!"

Reo Tsushima's tomato juice had almost bottomed out. He watched his brother's glass fill up again with a pair of round, dark eyes, showing a thoughtful expression, and turned his head to imitate Osamu Dazai. Pushing the wine glass forward, he said seriously, "Boss, have another glass."

"Hey, Dazai," Sakaguchi Ango raised his chin, "this kid has already started to learn from you."

"What's wrong?" Osamu Dazai said nonchalantly.

"It's not good anywhere." Ango Sakaguchi couldn't help complaining, "One Dazai in this world is already a nightmare. Do you want to train another one?"

Osamu Dazai tapped the wall of the glass with his fingernails, making a crisp sound like clinking glasses. He raised the glass to Ango Sakaguchi, and said with a chuckle, "You don't need to cultivate it."

They were very much alike.

Ango Sakaguchi misunderstood what Osamu Dazai meant, and said with a sigh of relief, "That is really a wise choice."

"Want to clink glasses?" Osamu Dazai asked, "For the information you learned today."

He joked, "I didn't even tell Mr. Mori that Lianyang and I are brothers. If you, Anwu, sell this information on the black market, you may make a lot of money."

If it was to protect Reo Tsushima, Osamu Dazai should have kept Reo Tsushima's identity tight-lipped, subconsciously hiding his identity and face like he did when Reo Tsushima was found in the first place.

He shouldn't show any flaws, shouldn't have a single flaw, he should protect Reo Tsushima in an impenetrable fortress, and be on guard against any possible danger.

But Osamu Dazai realized it when he first thought of it.

Confining Reo Tsushima in a safe cage like a delicate and fragile bird, only for protection and protection, forgetting their initial dream of freedom, his approach is similar to those in the magic world What's the difference with the top ones.

So after Oda Sakunosuke dismissed his delusional idea of ​​transforming the boss's restaurant into a strong barrier, Osamu Dazai also suppressed his even morbid idea, and still sent Reo Tsushima to the boss' home In the past, he only arranged some small measures that Tsushima Rei didn't know about, and gave Lian the greatest freedom within his tolerance.

It was the first time he had contact with his peers, the first time he played with his peers, the first time he looked forward to the arrival of dinner time, and the first time he felt at ease, believing that his brother would come to pick him up on time.

Dazai Osamu should have killed [Tsushima Reo is his adopted child] This statement is not easy to let go, just like what he insisted on declaring to Mori Ogai.

But maybe the smile on Reo Tsushima's face is too bright, or maybe this dream-like life is too happy.

Or it may be Oda Sakunosuke and Sakaguchi Ango. These two people have different meanings to Osamu Dazai. They are the only close friends and companions who can be trusted with confidence. He forgets troubles and smiles with sincerity.

Osamu Dazai also had a rare extravagant wish. He wanted to share the joy with his friends and show off his treasures to his friends. On the premise of not affecting the general operation of the plan, if he only treated the two of them frankly—it was just a little presumptuous. Is it allowed?

Osamu Dazai smiled at Ango Sakaguchi, put his index finger on his lips, and made a silent gesture. With such a mysterious smile, he said softly to Ango Sakaguchi, "You have to be careful with other people. It's a secret, Ango."

This sentence is a request to my friends.

"However, if you tell the farming chief, it's barely acceptable." Osamu Dazai picked up the wine glass, raised his head and drank the wine in the glass again, "I heard that the farming chief is a man who knows how to adapt. Serious and upright people, such politicians are rare nowadays, it would be great if we could meet and make friends."

This sentence is a temptation with a bit of a cold air.

The bartender smiled and stood behind the bar, wiping the clean glass with a white cloth without haste, like a dumb person, silent and indifferent.

"Are you right, Ango?"

The heavy rain continued on the street, and the sound of crackling rain could be heard through the brick wall.

And Ango Sakaguchi was obviously in a bar shrouded in dim lights, but for some reason, he felt as cold as if he had been drenched by heavy rain.