On the ground in the courtyard of Kamishiro Residence, the shadows of trees swayed with the night wind, adding a rustling sound to the otherwise silent moment. Dazai Osamu stepped in through the shadows of the trees, paused for two seconds at a slightly wider interval, and silently walked from
One tree shadow jumped to the next and landed in front of the house's entrance.
He opened the door gently with the key.
Qinghe seemed to have gone to bed a little early today.
The kite-colored eyes shimmered in the night, Dazai Osamu's footsteps were already light, but now he consciously stood on tiptoe, almost silently, he
Following the familiar terrain outlined in his mind, he walked to the master bedroom on the second floor. Very slowly, he held the knob on the bedroom door, lifted it up, and quietly opened the door.
Through the shallow silver light coming from the window lattice, you can see the bulge of the quilt on the bed.
Dazai Osamu approached more carefully.
I picked up a red-core ink pen on the desk.
Hmm.
What should I draw?
If you use a red pen, you might as well put a mole between your eyebrows...
Dazai Osamu had various thoughts in his mind, and he walked closer with a little excitement, and found that——
Lying on the bed, instead of Qinghe's place, is a life-size pillow.
"..."
Snap.
The sound of turning on the light.
The friend who had moved away inexplicably smiled at him in welcome under the orange light, "Why are you looking for me so late?"
Kamishiro Kiyokazu pretended not to see the pen in Dazai Osamu's hand.
Dazai Osamu naturally turned his wrist, hid the pen, and pretended that he had no intention of playing a prank.
"Come to have a drink with you."
The kite-eyed visitor blinked briskly and raised his right hand. Only then did Kamidai Kiyokazu see that he was holding a bag in his hand, and inside was a bottle of wine.
Kamishiro Kiyokazu: “Because I’m an adult?”
I remember that not long after he joined Port Mafia, he told Dazai Maomao that the government intends to lower the age of majority. It is estimated that the law will be revised in two years. Now the age of majority has been lowered from 20 to 18, which is proof. Although it has been three years
Year.
Osamu Dazai: "Uh-huh."
——The wine has shown its full appearance.
——This is a beautifully packaged bottle of Petrus red wine, high-end and expensive, with a long vintage and pure flavor.
From the time when the evening news was broadcast to now, it is not impossible to obtain such a fine wine that should be treasured by its owner/seller with the strength of Port Mafia, but it was lost in a hurry. Instead of believing that Dazai finally obtained it, it is better to believe that
Sister Hongye once told him as an anecdote that after Zhongya received his first month's generous official salary, he immediately purchased a wine cabinet with complete functions and sufficient space for himself, and made a decision to fill it with good wine.
desire.
Osamu Dazai nodded happily: "I have been choosing for a long time before I chose this bottle!"
He looks confident and begging for praise.
Kamishiro Kiyokazu smiled and shook his head, feeling as if a cat had done something bad and was bragging about it.
The shit-sweeper can't blame the proud-faced little black cat. This must not be the first time this has happened, so let Chuuya the dog solve it on its own.
"I'll get the wine glass."
"I'll get it!"
Osamu Dazai ran away.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Kamidai Kiyokazu pushed Zhang Xiaoji over from the living room and looked at the production date on the red wine bottle...
Forehead.
This may be the most precious bottle in a certain gravity user's collection. I guess he is reluctant to drink it at ordinary times, and only occasionally appreciates it through the glass——
Miserable, medium, miserable.
But, what does this have to do with me and Dazai Maomao at this time?
Seeing Dazai Osamu running up with an excited look on his face, who had come to Tokyo from Yokohama to celebrate his coming of age, Kamishiro Kiyowa's heart suddenly went to the edge of the sky.
"Why did you come here so late?"
"I was dragged into writing a report by Mr. Sen. He was so annoyed."
While Osamu Dazai was complaining about the verbosity of middle-aged men, two crystal clear
Deep red wine bubbled up in the goblet, sparkling finely under the orange light.
The rich and fragrant fragrance wafts in the air.
After the evening news was released, although the legal age of majority became 18, the legal drinking age did not change. This year, Kiyowa Kamishiro is 19 and Osamu Dazai is 17. Neither of them actually reaches the legal drinking age, but who cares about this?
"Cheers!" 2
The goblets clinked gently.
The deep red wine made moving ripples.
The crow's dark eyes stared quietly like a mirror image.
Petrus is recognized as the king of Bordeaux red wine. It is superior to other manors with strict management regardless of cost and pursuit of quality. It has small output, high price, balanced wine, delicate and rich, including black currant, pear, chocolate.
, milk, truffle, oak and other flavors.
This bottle seems to be chocolate? Or truffle? It seems a bit like milk?
Kandao Kiyokazu raised his glass again, looked at the wine in the glass, and realized belatedly that he was drunk.
He has no experience and is not born with it. His ability to drink is lighter than expected. In the past, he would feel tipsy when he only tasted red wine, let alone drinking half a bottle like this.
Remember that Petrus is only 135°...
Kamidai Kiyokazu thought in frustration.
Under the light, he looked across from Xiao Ji.
Unlike himself, Dazai Maomao seemed to adapt very well. His beautiful kite eyes sparkled under the light, and even the collagen on his face seemed more moist due to the fragrant alcohol. It matched his appearance today.
The light khaki windbreaker looks even more energetic.
"..."
Man, your name is face.
Kamishiro Kiyawa paused for a few seconds, and swallowed the deep red wine before Dazai Osamu cast a questioning look.
The bitter wine enters the throat and the heart aches...
No.
Not to that point.
Anyway, it’s just red wine with more than ten degrees of alcohol content. Even if you get drunk, you won’t be drunk for long. This is Tokyo, not Yokohama, and Dazai Neko is here——
Well, nothing will happen.
Kamidai calmly and rationally finished thinking slowly with his stagnant mind, and continued to push cups and change cups in a relaxed manner.
"Qinghe."
"……Um?"
Dazai Osamu looked at Kamishiro Kiyokazu.
Under the dim light, the little friend's face turned red, and his amber eyes looked watery. The black-haired boy looked lazily, as if his spine was softened by the aroma of wine, which made people think of him just by looking at him.
To soft things like clouds, pillows, and marshmallows.
"Qinghe."
"……What's wrong?"
"I just wanted to call your name." Dazai Osamu poured all the remaining red wine to the other party and said with a smile, "Your reaction seems a bit slow. Are you drunk?"
He pretended to be surprised, "The degree of Petus is very low."
Kamishiro Kiyowa: "..."
As a certain evil-minded little black cat expected, his little friend who was particularly slow at this time was provoked and drank the cup empty.
This also proves that Qinghe is indeed drunk.
Having a rare opportunity to take care of Kamishiro Kiyowa, Dazai Osamu enthusiastically packed up several cases of wine bottles and glasses, helped him onto the bed and placed him in a lying position.
Hmm.
Can you help me wash my face again?
The towel soaked in warm water was wiped gently on the face, and the comfortable touch made Kamidai Kiyawa, who was no longer clear, hold Dazai Osamu's leaving hand with nostalgia. At this time, the lights were turned off, and the orange light disappeared, replaced by
It was a vague silver light. Under such bright moonlight, things seemed a little different.
Dazai Osamu, who was being retained, cast his gaze at the other person. On the face of the young man next to the pillow, the thin red became lighter and more attractive, like a delicate application by a national hand, and the amber eyes were clear and moist, revealing the
His unwavering trust is heavy, yet so light and independent that it won’t make a coward shrink back.
Dazai Osamu's heart moved: "Qinghe, what do you think of me?"
The silent night is perfect for analyzing emotions.
Especially the moment when my friends are drunk is a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
Kamidai Qinghe slowly appeared confused, tilted his head slowly, and silently typed a question mark, "...?"
"What is yours, Dazai?"
Dazai Osamu changed the question without giving up.
Kamidai Kiyawa frowned and thought, as if the network was not running smoothly, it took a long time to provide the search results, and said sincerely: "Dazai Neko."
Dazai Cat:?
Although I had known that Qinghe liked the cat-sculpting of him, I didn't expect it to be so thorough.
——This is obviously not the answer he wants.
Osamu Dazai, the youngest cadre of the Port Mafia and with excellent interrogation skills, patiently asked a bunch of questions in different ways, although he was also trying to hide his true feelings in the big base, or maybe he would not remember everything after he regained consciousness.
The idea of muddle through, but no matter how many times you turn over and over, all the answers point to "Dazai Neko"...
"character?"
"As cute and cute as a cat."
"shortcoming?"
"Cats have no flaws!"
"Coat color?"
"Of course it's the little black cat."
"Is it your cat?"
"Um!"
"Ever thought about getting other cats?"
"I haven't encountered it, so it shouldn't be possible."
"What do you think of Ranpo?"
"Ranbu already has an owner."
"What if not?"
"Yes."
"I said if."
"??"
…
"We will be lifelong friends, right?"
"Yeah, yeah, a lifelong scrapper and cat!"
——It’s too much!
Relying on the fact that the drunk Kamishiro Seiwa could not resist, Dazai Osamu rounded and flattened his face, stretching it into various shapes like dough. He also added the mole between his eyebrows that he had thought about before, and he changed his mind with a black pen and thought.
When I came to draw a puppy, I couldn't bring myself to do it. I hesitated and threw the pen back.
"...Are you angry?" Kamishiro Kiyawa raised his upper body slightly, looked at him face to face for a long time, then pulled him down and chirped his face, comforting him in a soft voice, "Dazai Maomao, be good, don't be angry."
Osamu Dazai:!!!
Dazai Osamu looked at his friend with crooked eyebrows and completely unaware of what he had done. Anger arose in his heart, and evil grew in his heart——