There was only a funeral a few days ago, and Xigong Yueyu contacted the relevant staff familiarly, and walked into the memorial service familiarly.

Of all his vests, Nishinomiya Tsurukage and Ryohasawa have the widest interpersonal relationships, but they are subtly different.

Xigong Heying's social circle is mostly Pingshui meeting, interests first, except for the group of fans who are really passionate and enthusiastic, a small number of members of the work team and a few familiar people, there are few people who can be called his friends. Except for when he was working, this man was almost completely disconnected from society, and no one could find him when it was time to disappear.

Liang Yuze is different. Although he loves to be rotten, he does find himself in extremely complex interpersonal relationships, with about the same number of dead enemies as his living friends, and he spends his time outside of vacation dealing with people.

Therefore, Ryohaze's departure instead caused a greater impact in the small circle.

Xiaguang Literature Publishing House has stopped.

Man is always a wonderful creature, and when he knows the suffering of others, he may feel compassion, but he can never really feel it, and it is only when everyone experiences the loss of an important person at the same time that they deeply understand that sadness.

There are many fewer people who come back to comfort Xigong Yueyu. They are too busy to take care of themselves.

Editor Kobayashi aged ten years almost all at once, and he didn't rest for a day and a night. When Xigong Yueyu met him again, he found that the editor Kobayashi, who was already forty years old, had gray hair on his sideburns. The corners of his eyes were already tiny lines, his sockets were sunken, and all the pain and incomprehension swelled infinitely throughout the day, filling the atrium, flowing down the veins and all over the body, and finally squeezing out of the sockets with difficulty.

It had been a long time since he had been so out of shape, and he had never been so confused since he had followed Liang Yuze out of the endless black vortex and towards a better and brighter path.

Editor Takehara was younger and more emotional, so he almost pounced, pinching the people who couldn't reply for a long time and shouting: "Why did you suddenly abandon us!" ”

The authors, who were usually afraid of urging and even more afraid, also forgot their own painful experiences, and were more silent than dead turtles, standing there speechless.

It's as if something important in life has been cut out, leaving a terrible dent in its wake.

Even if it will repair itself in the future, it will eventually leave an ugly scar.

……

Great joy and sorrow hurt the body, and the gloomy and dreary atmosphere has not subsided in the past few days, again and again. Even Oda Sakura was dull, he had no expression, but Osamu Dazai could see that he was extremely sad.

No one can accept that ridiculous surprise.

The responsibility of enlivening the atmosphere falls on Osamu Dazai, who can see through people's hearts, but still has some confusion about how to be a normal human being. Especially at this moment when others are extremely sad, he can't say that he doesn't feel sad at all, at most he is a little curious about the truth.

He was hesitant at first to play the role of sympathy, sadness, but soon gave up on the idea that if he too sent himself into the whirlpool of grief, then the family would be hopeless.

"How long are you going to rest?" He said to the people in the Literature Club, "Liang Yuze has been running the Literature Club for so long, and he used it for you to fall? ”

He said something extremely irritating.

Life always goes on, and Osamu Dazai does have some talent for cruelty, he is calm, cold, and doesn't mind the twists in other people's hearts at all.

"The monthly special has not yet been finalized, and the weekly magazine has been postponed for a day, although the collaborator has sent an e-mail of understanding, are you sure you want to keep delaying? It's no use to be sad, to be sad. He walked around the literary club, taking care of some affairs by the way, "Take care of what he left behind." ”

Osamu Dazai never dreamed that he would one day help Ryohasawa deal with affairs. The other people are not in a good state, although he said it a little harshly, but he knew very well in his heart that this group of people could not return to their previous work state for the time being, so they could only go on top of it themselves and quickly go through the work.

He didn't intend to be too responsible, he simply dealt with the most urgent matters, and almost rushed home as fast as he could.

At the door, he deliberately tidied himself up so that the irritability brought about by the job would not be brought back. Then open the door and enter.

"Yueyue." Seeing that the familiar person was still there, Osamu Dazai smiled slightly in surprise, "Long time no see." ”

"It's only been a day."

"It always feels like a long time has passed." He stuck to it, with a completely different attitude from outside, "Yueyue, don't be too nervous. No one will blame you for feeling bad. ”

He persuaded others not to indulge in sadness, and also persuaded Xigong Yueyu to release his sadness a little, a bit of a double standard, but he was really afraid of the picture of Xigong Yueyu suddenly falling down because he kept his feelings in his heart.

Nishinomiya Yueyu blinked her eyes and felt sorry.

"Dazai-kun, you've worked hard."

Probably afraid that he wouldn't be able to bear it, this time Xigong Yueyu was arranged to recuperate on the side, and the cold was almost over after two days, and it was not as serious as it used to be. Osamu Dazai still looks overstressed, treating him as a fragile puppet and not letting him do anything.

He was a little sad, after all, he finally confirmed that it was the world consciousness that was rejecting, and he didn't know when this rejection would fall on him.

Xigong Yueyu can only come and go, take one step at a time.

More sadness stems from the sadness he saw other people - there are always more people who are really sad than he pretended to attend his own funeral, and Xigong Yueyu realized for the first time that everyone's emotional contribution was so huge, and he was so guilty that he couldn't return it one by one.

He even felt that he shouldn't have created so many bonds at the beginning of the suitability, so that even if an accident happened, it would not make so many people so sad.

There is an illusion of deceiving the feelings of others.

Xigong Yueyu's eyes moved slightly.

It was he who was too greedy at first.

"I'm hungry, what's for dinner today?" Osamu Dazai forcibly broke the sinking atmosphere, he pushed Nishinomiya Yueyu through the door, and asked in a cheerful tone, "It's summer, can I eat crabs?" I've wanted to try boiling crab hot pot for a long time. ”

"Don't!" Nishinomiya Yueyu's thoughts returned to reality, "Dazai-kun, if you cook, don't want to see me again the next day." ”

He cleared his throat and threatened viciously, "I'm going to move to Oda-kun's house." ”

"Just once. Once, my cooking skills must have improved, and this time it's absolutely fine. ”

"The last time you said it was okay, the cat rice you made made made Xiaobai fall into a frenzy, and it took three pieces of sofa to scratch at home, and last time I fed the steamed buns I made to the pigeons, and as a result, the pigeons lost their sense of direction......" Nishinomiya Yueyu counted the evil deeds of Osamu Dazai, as well as the very terrifying cooking skills.

Osamu Dazai listened for a while, and also remembered the small animals that he had harmed.

He suddenly noticed that the house had been deserted a lot lately, except for the cat that was still hopping, and the number of pigeons was much lower than before.

"Has the number of pigeons been decreasing lately?"

Xigong Yueyu was silent for a moment.

"Yes."

"Have you flown out lately?"

"No......" Osamu Dazai heard Nishinomiya Yue's lower voice, "There are a few who died of hunger strike." ”