147.
After lunch, Yaken was stared at from time to time by Dazai Osamu as if he were a love rival (?).
It was like sitting on pins and needles, and the curry rice on the plate suddenly lost its fragrance.
After finally finishing his meal, Yaoyan breathed a sigh of relief and planned to escape from this inexplicable triangle scene as quickly as possible.
"Mr. Oda, the food and daily necessities at home need to be replenished. It happens that the supermarket has a big discount at 3:30 this afternoon. I can just make it if I go out now. I'll leave these cups and plates to you." Yaken simply tidied up the table, put all the bowls and plates in the sink, and said to Oda Sakunosuke as he left the kitchen.
Oda Sakunosuke poured instant coffee powder into a glass and replied while pouring hot water: "Okay, I'll take care of the rest. But Yaken, do you have enough money? If not, I'll give you some more."
Yaken shook his head. Since Oda Sakunosuke handed over some household affairs to him, he could be considered the person in charge of the purchase amount. "Mr. Oda has already given me a lot of money. I bought things during the big discount period these days. The money I spent is not much, and it can last for a few days. I will tell you if it is not enough."
"Well, it's good that you know it in your heart. You really don't have to say it out loud." Oda Sakunosuke stirred the coffee in the cup and took a sip to feel the taste.
"Then I'll go first. See you later, Mr. Oda!" Yaken took the convenience bag, put his wallet away, waved to Oda Sakunosuke, and walked out the door.
After hearing the "click" sound of the door closing, Dazai Osamu leaned back in the chair, shaking it from time to time so that the chair legs hit the ground and made a sound, sighed, and then he slowly spoke.
"I say, Odasaku, your conversation is really full of life, just like the daily life discussions between husband and wife... Do you really trust him that much?"
Oda Sakunosuke blinked his eyes that were as big as the sea, somewhat puzzled, "Yakuken has helped me a lot since he came to my house, Dazai, you can see that, and he has no ill intentions towards me, nor has he done anything bad to me. Why can't I trust him?"
Upon hearing this, Dazai Osamu stood up from his chair and walked to the window. Oda Sakunosuke could not see the expression on his face, but could only see his back, which was covered with a layer of light golden halo due to the sunlight, and the corner of his black windbreaker fluttering in the wind.
"But you can see that he is suspicious, right? Even though he tried to hide it, he was not pretending in front of you. You know that clearly."
Dazai Osamu's voice was crisp and cold, between that of a teenager and a young man. He turned around, and the relaxed and trusting look on his face since entering the house was completely gone. When his face was expressionless, revealing the coldness and ruthlessness emanating from the depths of his soul, people were reminded of his identity as an official of the port mafia.
"Whether it's the hardness of his hands from years of holding a sword, or his agility beyond that of an ordinary person, or his vigilance that can only be developed through long-term involvement in fighting and ambush, or his name that overlaps with the famous sword 'Yakugen Toushirou', these are not coincidences..."
"Yao Yan's past may not be as bright as you imagine, nor as pitiful as you say. It may even bring you trouble and disaster. Despite this, will you still take him in and trust him?"
Dazai Osamu's gaze was as gloomy as the lingering midnight mist, and Oda Sakunosuke always understood him.
Oda Sakunosuke can easily accept and trust a person who has no ill intentions towards him, but Dazai Osamu cannot. Dazai Osamu is not completely black as mud, he is more like chaos mixed with turbidity. Compared with Oda Sakunosuke's ability [Heaven/Clothes/Seamless], he can "predict" a more distant future with his eyes that see through the world and understand people's hearts.
Because he can see farther than ordinary people, no one can walk with him, not even Mori Oo. In Dazai Osamu's world, he is the only one, wandering alone, groping, exploring, and moving forward. This is also the reason why Dazai Osamu longs for [death].
Various factors have shaped Dazai Osamu's current sensitive and suspicious character, so Oda Sakunosuke can understand his suspicion and rejection of Yakuin.
But that doesn't mean Oda Sakunosuke would obediently agree with Dazai Osamu's words. He put down the glass in his hand, sat sideways on the chair, and faced Dazai Osamu.
"Dazai, a person's past is important, but also unimportant." Oda Sakunosuke's blue eyes were just like his personality, with the color of the sea, and also revealed tolerance and kindness. "Maybe Yaken is just like you said, he has a dark past, and he may have other people's blood on his hands like I did before."
Dazai Osamu listened quietly to what Oda Sakunosuke said.
"But can the past represent this person? That person's [present] and [future] are the most important. Just like me, I was once a cold-blooded killer, and there are countless dead souls under the wooden warehouse. But now, even if I am a member of the mafia, just because I want to be a novelist in the future, I can not kill people, I can also help those homeless orphans."
Oda Sakunosuke's eyes and eyebrows were filled with warmth. He curled his lips and said, "Whether it's Yaken or you, I just want to know that you won't hurt me. It doesn't matter what your past is, what your nature is, or what unpredictable consequences you will bring to me."
He paused, as if remembering something. "Come to think of it, Dazai, you've caused me a lot of trouble. Yao Yan is just the opposite of you. He's well-behaved and sensible, and he's helped me do a lot."
"Hey, how can you be like this? I knew that you, Oda Saku, have a new love and forgotten your old one. You used to call me sweetheart, but now you despise me and abandon me, you hateful man~" Dazai Osamu was jealous and complained with a pout.
"But this is exactly what you would say, Oda," Dazai Osamu lowered his eyelids slightly and sighed again, "Really, I lost to you again."
This may be the important reason why Oda Sakunosuke is a special person to Dazai Osamu.
He is the light.
148.
Here, Yaoyan ran straight to the supermarket after leaving the door.
At first, he didn't know much about the real world of Japan. On his first day at the supermarket, he went to participate in a big discount shopping event. He was a dignified and powerful short sword god, but he couldn't compete with a bunch of Japanese housewives - those aunts who had trained their hand speed for many years. When it was his turn, the discounted vegetables and meat products in the freezer were all gone, leaving only the bare plates.
It seems that no matter which country it is, as long as the words "discount" and "limited edition" are involved, there will definitely be a group of people who go crazy about it...
The drug developer realized this and never made any mistakes in the following days. After all, his extremely short maneuvers were much faster than the hand speed that the single man had trained for more than 20 years.
Yaoyan first went to the meat and vegetable area to buy a lot of things before going to other areas to pick out some other products.
He walked to a shelf that was filled with canned or bagged milk powder. Thinking of Oda Sakunosuke's habit of drinking coffee at home and alcohol outside, Yagum, a medical student, frowned and planned to buy a can of adult milk powder for Oda Sakunosuke to drink.
Even if he doesn't like it, you have to force him to drink it. How can you waste the things you bought?
With this in mind, Yaoyan decided to buy a can of it. But the shelf was very high, and adult milk powder was placed in the second row from the top of the shelf. With Yaoyan's current height of 1.53 meters, it was completely out of reach.
"This is too high. There's no ladder here." Yao Yan looked around but couldn't see anything. "Do you want me to jump to get it?"
He could indeed do it, but if others saw it, they would probably be shocked, as he jumped to an unscientific height.
Just as he was hesitating, a young man's voice came from beside him, "Hey, kid, what do you want to take?"
Yao Yan, who was absorbed in his own tangle, glanced at the height of the person next to him, and then turned his head to continue tangling, "I just want to buy the xxx brand adult milk powder in the second row from the top, but it's not enough. Sir, you are about the same height as me, I guess you can't get it...?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yao Yan saw the hand wearing a black glove touching the can of adult milk powder that he had named.
The author has something to say: There is more in the evening.
After I finished revising my thesis yesterday, I played a game. I got [Double Black] chuya and [Dead Apple] chuya in a row, and I was stunned.
Is this the metaphysics of writing?
Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: Wu Yi was helpless
Thanks to the little angels who irrigated the nutrient solution: Qi Yujun, I only like paper people, Goto Toushirou, Yu Jin Ge, Yao, Yin Meng Yue, Yan Luo
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