Dazai Osamu put down his brush and looked at the strange lines on the mask, "..."
So ugly.
When the customer finished painting, the amiable boss glanced at the corner and said with a smile: "The customer's painting is really good! It's an imitation of Picasso..."
Dazai Osamu raised his eyelids and looked at the boss. The look was as cold as ice water in winter. The bag hit his face, making the boss's words choke in his throat. Time seemed to have passed for a second or two or more. The boss
When they came back to their senses, the three people in front of the stall had gathered around another boy who was painting.
"Can you please stop looking?"
Kamishiro Kiyokazu said he was under a lot of pressure, “My hands are shaking.”
5 minutes later.
Kamidai Kiyoka put down his brush and breathed a sigh of relief.
Oda Sakunosuke went to pay.
Toru Amuro looked at this mask that turned blank into god...no, not blank from all angles, and couldn't help but said: "What you drew is..."
He struggled to find a description, "A tadpole with two hind legs?"
Kamishiro Kiyokazu: Stare——
Too lazy to argue with Furitani-senpai, Kamishiro Kiyokazu threw away the mask on the way. Who can understand the pain of failing to draw a cat again? It is easy to follow simple drawing tutorials...
really.
Match people are where they belong.
Kamishiro Kiyawa was curious: "What did Dazai draw?"
Dazai Osamu hid his mask behind his back so that no one could see it.
...even more curious.
Kamishiro Kiyoka changed his strategy: "Shall we exchange?"
Dazai Osamu looked at him steadily.
Then he slowly handed the mask over, and with this fake gesture, he took away the mask in his hand.
With two masks in hand, Osamu Dazai whispered: "Self-portrait."
He quickly squeezed into the crowd and ran away.
"Dazai?!"
At this time, the thinner you are, the more advantageous you are. Kamidai Kiyokazu followed Dazai Osamu, and the other two opened a distance. By the time Kamidai Kiyokazu caught up, the hands of his friends were already empty.
Osamu Dazai turned around and showed his free hands to the pursuer, showing a playful smile, "Throw them all away!"
He asked in a coquettish tone: "You won't go back to look for it, will you?"
"Won't."
Kamidai Kiyoka said matter-of-factly, "It doesn't matter whether you look at the self-portrait or not, aren't you here?"
Osamu Dazai: "..."
Suddenly I realized that my friend is really good at sweet talking.
——No wonder I have been a close friend of Amuro-senpai for a long time.
——After all, he is the senior who can get the No. 1 job in Cowherd’s shop.
Toru Amuro is chasing after him:?
Toru Amuro looked at Oda Sakunosuke: Why are you staring at me, Dazai-kun?
Oda Sakunosuke: Just get used to it.
Toru Amuro:......
So, is this Dazai-kun's normal operation?
Kamishiro Kiyoka divided the windmill, and they continued to move forward slowly with the flow of people in the cherry blossom tunnel. After buying a box of octopus balls, they came across a stall that sold animal ears, claws and tails.
The stall was full of people, and the boss enthusiastically introduced to the guests: "Our ears and tail are remote-controlled and can be moved!"
They squeezed in.
Osamu Dazai picked around and found ears with the color of a calico cat. He looked at his friend expectantly:
"Look at it?"
Kamishiro Kiyokazu was a little resistant: "Why Sanhua?"
Male Sanhua are basically castrated. Could it be that Dazai Maomao is insinuating...
cough.
I definitely didn’t mean to say anything about Mr. Natsume.
"Eye, skin, hair." Osamu Dazai said, "Yellow, white and black, Qinghe is the three flowers."
Kamishiro Kiyowa: "..."
Makes sense.
Kamishiro Kiyokazu tried on the Sanhua model, and Dazai Osamu tried on the Black Cat model. Although it looked good and could vibrate with the remote control, the animal ear fur from this company was not as comfortable to touch as the rabbit fur from the previous company, and it was also expensive.
, the manufacturer could not be found, and they ultimately did not buy it.
[I want to keep a cat in my office, do you have any recommendations?
——Ayatsuji]
【Sanhua and Black Cat.
——Qinghe】
[What kind of person is the chief of the Secret Service Section?
——Ayatsuji]
【His goal is to let a large number of people enjoy the happiness of being a peaceful fool.
——Qinghe】
[How to contact him?
——Ayatsuji]
The night is getting darker.
The four-person cherry blossom viewing team returned to the hotel, took a shower, climbed into bed, and began to spend time on their mobile phones before going to bed.
Then Kamishiro Kiyokazu received an email from Ayatsuji Yukito.
…
The loudspeaker Kamishiro Kiyawa edited the email and asked the farming manager, and pressed send. He quickly stretched out his hand to cover the eyes of Dazai Osamu who was approaching, "This is content you are not allowed to read."
Osamu Dazai asked: "From the Secret Service Section?"
"Ding dong."
There is a reply.
Kamishiro Seikazu glanced at it, put the phone on his lap, typed with one hand and sent the reply from the farming chief to Ayatsuji Yukito. Feeling that the words had come to an end, he put down the phone and moved away the hand that was covering Dazai's eyes.
"Um."
He replied, "Done."
Dazai Osamu puffed up his cheeks in dissatisfaction.
Kamishiro Kiyokazu frowned, "Your hair is dripping."
"..."
"Why don't you go to bed without blow drying?"
"I don't want to blow it."
Dazai Osamu fell onto the bed with his wet hair. Kamidai Kiyokazu went to the bathroom to get a dry towel, picked him up, and patiently wiped his hair and dried it.
"Where are we going tomorrow?" Dazai Osamu was feeling sleepy as he enjoyed the feeling of a head massage.
"I'm still in Tokyo tomorrow, planning to try some food made with fresh cherry blossoms, and the day after tomorrow I'll go to Nara Prefecture to soak in a hot spring."
"Nara?"
"The hot spring hotels in Tokyo are very popular, but they can't be reserved."
Kamishiro Kiyokazu smiled and said, "Don't you want to swim in the hot spring?"
"……Um."
The fourth day of travel.
They took the packed Sakura dishes and arrived at the reserved hot spring hotel in Toru Amuro's Mazda.
This is a small inn in a relatively remote location, with a quiet forest nearby. Only by standing on the top of the trees can you overlook Mount Yoshino, Japan's number one cherry blossom viewing spot in Nara Prefecture, and see the Yoshino Senbonzakura trees all over the mountain.
But there is also a cherry blossom tree in the yard.
It is also the Yoshino Senbonzakura. This old cherry blossom tree looks like a forest of single trees like a banyan tree. It is huge and gorgeous. The pink crown is like flowing clouds and mist. A gust of wind blows, and the petals fall on the hot spring bath.
, and the steaming mist, there is a kind of mist that is not like the human world.
Apart from them, there was only one proprietress left in the hotel. At this time, the proprietress was enthusiastically introducing the surrounding environment to them, focusing on the trees in the yard. She also explained to the four people the structure of the hotel, the location of the kitchen, and the seasonings.
And ingredients and storage locations, and even the address of the nearby farmers market...
Toru Amuro felt something bad, and took a few steps slowly to be level with Kamishiro Kiyohei, "Will it be just us next?"
"yes."
"...Then who will cook?"
"Didn't Amuro-senpai guess it all?"
Kamishiro Kiyowa smiled very kindly, "I believe you can do it!"
"..."
Thank you for your belief.
Of course Kamishiro Kiyokazu is not messing around.
Although he has never personally experienced Furitani-senpai's cooking skills, based on the reviews he found on the Internet from diners when someone was working part-time, Furitani-senpai's cooking skills are definitely not that bad.
I heard the sandwiches are particularly good.
It was a bit hard for Kamishiro Kiyowa to imagine. A sandwich was just made like this and that way. How could such a simple thing be so delicious?
……sorry.
——He is wrong.
After the proprietress left, Toru Amuro, resigned to his fate, quickly brought out his masterpiece. After taking a bite, Seiwa Kamishiro couldn't help but look at him with admiration.
“Mr. Amuro’s cooking skills are so good!”
Osamu Dazai said with twinkling eyes, "I'm even a little bit close."
Toru Amuro became interested, "Dazai-kun is also good at cooking?"
The remaining two people: "…………"
Please don't mention it.
Kamishiro Kiyokazu changed the subject: "Did Amuro-senpai have any special training in cooking?"
Toru Amuro: "No."
Osamu Dazai raised his hand: "You must be self-taught like me!"
The remaining two people: "…………"
Dazai, what do you want to do?!
"That's not true, it was all taught by my friends."
Toru Amuro suppressed the nostalgia in his heart and did not show it on his face, "My friend is a very good cook. He is good at all kinds of dishes, and his cooking is much better than mine."
The last time I got news from Zhu Fu Jingguang was a few months ago. For the sake of You Tongran's safety, it was a good thing that he, who was still undercover in the black organization, didn't know the other party's current situation. As long as he knew that You Tongran was still safe.
Living in a corner of Japan, he has a steady stream of warmth in his heart, driving him forward.
"It's much more delicious than what you make..."
Kamishiro Kiyawa was thoughtful and asked bluntly, "Where is your friend employed? Are you considering coming to Port Mafia?"
Dazai Cat's exclusive crab chef has not been found yet.
"Cough, cough!"
Amuro Toru choked hard and coughed up tears from the corners of his eyes. Oda Sakunosuke patted him on the back and handed him water. Amuro Toru drank more than half a glass of water before he recovered.
Dazai Osamu said quietly: "Crying with joy?"
"…………"
Toru Amuro took out a tissue and wiped his face, feeling that Osamu Dazai's attitude was really hard to fathom.
The day before yesterday, when she pestered him to learn how to pick a lock, her voice was sweet and cute. Yesterday, she was trying to stumbling him over. Today, she was sometimes enthusiastic and sometimes sarcastic...
It's too difficult.
How on earth did Mori-kun raise a child like this?! - Due to lack of information, Toru Amuro naturally placed all the blame for Osamu Dazai's character on the head of his guardian, Mori.
"My friend is not a chef."
Tohru Amuro explained.
Osamu Dazai said firmly, "It doesn't matter. Port Mafia can pay him several times his current salary."
"Don't ask me if my friend has something to hide."
After Amuro took a breath and finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something and asked strangely: "Dazai, have you joined the mafia?"
What I said just now seems to be related to the finance or personnel affairs of the mafia.
"No."
Dazai Osamu propped up his cheek, "Qinghe didn't invite me."
The young boy with bright eyes asked, "Why doesn't Qinghe invite me?"