Incorrect usage guidelines for the magic perimeter

It's winter, and gloomy and gray weather is the usual thing.

Even the thousand-year-old city of Kyoto is no exception.

On the outskirts of Kyoto City, in the cemetery, a group of people dressed in black are saying goodbye to those who have left this world with solemn and sad faces.

They quietly lined up to put a white flower in front of the tombstone, and whispered to that person the past warmth stories, and after making sure that they would not get any more responses, they straightened up regretfully, and turned to the person beside them. The widow and family members of the deceased expressed their condolences.

Shibukawa Yao was no exception. She wore a black dress specially used for funerals, and also attended this afternoon's farewell ceremony very seriously from beginning to end.

On the tombstone is a black-and-white photo of Watanabe Kotaro smiling, and a line of small words is engraved below it-"Friend, have a smile?"

The girl stared at the photo on the tombstone that was obviously taken when she was young, and finally the corners of her mouth curled up unconsciously, as if the little girl winked playfully at her elder uncle who kept a common secret—to put it bluntly, it was more like wry smile.

She bent down and gently placed the white flowers on the black marble countertop.

"I wish you sweet dreams, Uncle Kurataro."

Standing beside her was Osamu Dazai, dressed in black formal attire, with a solemn and serious expression, without the slightest frivolity in his usual life. He also put down a white flower.

In any case, the respect for the dead cannot be overstated.

After participating in the farewell ceremony, Shibukawa Yo said goodbye to the other two remaining relatives.This is a necessary etiquette. You can't let the guests leave without saying hello, right?

"Ah..." Mrs. Watanabe recognized her, "Aren't you the child in the hospital that day?"

Shibukawa Yao smiled and nodded, "Yes, you have a really good memory."

The eyes of the middle-aged woman suddenly softened, and with a complicated smile on her face, she bowed deeply to them: "Thank you both for your hard work in coming to my husband's funeral. It was really hard work along the way."

Watanabe Hanayuki, who was wearing mourning clothes, also bowed to thank her mother.

Shibukawa Yao, who pretended not to know the high school girl, also solemnly replied: "I sincerely express my condolences for Uncle Kurataro's departure. Please take care of yourself and your daughter."

Osamu Dazai also nodded slightly: "My condolences by the way."

"Thanks for your concern, we will."

After a few words of politeness, the girl just said: "It's not early in the day, and it's inconvenient to talk to you too much, please allow us to say goodbye first."

Mrs. Watanabe replied gently: "Yes, please go slowly, both of you."

So they left the gloomy cemetery.

In fact, it was less than five o'clock at this time, but the sky had gradually turned dark and the temperature plummeted. Fortunately, there was a heater in the car so it didn't feel cold.

While driving, Shibukawa Yo stole glances at his boyfriend who was unbuttoning his black tie and trying to breathe a sigh of relief.

"What's the matter?" Dazai asked suddenly, "Since I changed into this black suit, you have been secretly looking at me."

Shibukawa Yao, who was caught on the spot, was very flustered, but still insisted: "Is there! No?"

The black-haired man turned his head and stared at her for a moment, then smiled suddenly: "Ah, maybe I misread it."

"..."

Shibukawa Yao tsk-tsk regretfully in his heart, wishing to beat himself up for duplicity.

Ahhhhh!It was the first time I saw my boyfriend wearing something other than the sand-colored windbreaker when he went out, and I felt... special... beautiful and delicious!

Gan!Who doesn't love a thin handsome guy with a straight suit and a stern look, plus fair skin? !

The girl couldn't help but think of the other party who claimed to be wearing a three-piece black suit and a coat every day when he was in the port mafia. He must be so handsome that it made people nosebleed on the spot, right?

"Yao sauce, where are we going now? Back to the hotel."

"hateful……"

Unknowingly, the girl almost said everything in her heart.

But even so, Dazai still looked puzzled: "Huh?"

"Ahem, I mean, let's go to the hospital now."

"Hospital? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

"No... I just suddenly wanted to do something."

They drove back to the inpatient department of the Kyoto City Hospital.

Although Osamu Dazai was puzzled throughout the whole process, he still obediently accompanied the girl on the elevator to one of the first floors.

This floor is the delivery room operating room.

Since the operating room has to be disinfected and isolated, no matter how anxious the mother's family members are, they can only sit on the chairs at the door and wait for the situation.

Shibukawa Yao found a vacant place to put her boyfriend down, and ran to ask the little nurse at the nurse's desk: "Hi, how many are in there now?"

The little nurse looked up at her, and thought that she was not a bad person, so she sorted out the information and replied casually: "Three sets of mothers, the last one was only pushed in for 5 minutes."

"I see, thanks."

The girl slipped back to the last row again, and found Osamu Dazai looking at her curiously, and asked her in a low voice, "Why are we here?"

"Look at how newborn babies come into this world."

First death, then life...

Osamu Dazai felt that he seemed to understand something, immediately smiled softly, and held the girl's hand.

"it is good."

For the next hour or so, they sat in their seats, calmly and patiently witnessing many different gestures in the world.

The anxious husband who was restless, the brother who listened to the song and played games with his legs crossed, the relative who brought several takeaway lunches for relatives and friends, the old man who subconsciously took out a cigarette and wanted to smoke but remembered that smoking is prohibited here, and the other side Middle-aged women who are talking about their future child-rearing experience...

After watching for a while, Shibukawa Yao started whispering to her boyfriend again.

"Dazai, have you ever been to the door of the delivery room before?"

"...I'm not married, so why do I come to the door of the delivery room to pass the time when I have nothing to do?" The black-haired man replied dumbfounded, "I went to the emergency department quite a few times in the middle of the night, so that the doctors in those underground clinics knew me gone."

Understand, understand, the nature of the work is too special, and blood licking is common.

Presumably, besides working for the mafia, the boyfriend back then was also running wildly on the road of self-death, and no one could stop him.

After all, those old scars on his body... Shibukawa Yao has seen them with his own eyes.

Cough, it's embarrassing to say it.

Thinking of this, the girl silently clenched his hand again, interlocking her fingers.Dazai looked down at her, with a smile still on his face, but his demeanor became gentle and soft.

They whispered aimlessly again, until more than ten minutes later, the light at the door of the delivery room dimmed.

A middle-aged doctor wearing a green surgical gown strode out. If you look carefully, you can find that his forehead is covered with beads of sweat.

"Who is the family member of the 32-bed mother?" He asked loudly.

But no one answered the doctor, Shibukawa Yao immediately remembered that a young man seemed to go to the bathroom just 1 minute ago...

Unexpectedly, Osamu Dazai jumped up beside him, and rushed to the doctor with an expression more excited than the child's biological father: "Have you given birth, have you given birth!"

The doctor mistakenly thought that he was a genuine family member, and immediately nodded with relief: "Congratulations, mother and child are safe, it is a boy, weighing 6.4 catties."

"It's great!" Osamu Dazai immediately cheered, looking at his expression, it seemed that he wanted to dance on the spot to celebrate.

Yoshikawa:? ? ?

The family members of other mothers who are waiting beside:? ? ?

An old lady grabbed Shibukawa Yao's sleeve and asked softly, "My child, what is your relationship with that person and the pregnant woman inside?"

——Don’t you be the mistress of the pregnant woman?The mother is risking her life and death inside to give birth to a child, and you are a scumbag husband outside? !

"...No, things are not as you imagined." Shibukawa Yao felt that his reputation had been victimized, and he was extremely wronged.

What are you doing, Osamu Dazai!

Seeing how happy you are, if you say that you don't know any pregnant women, and you're just a passer-by—who would believe it!

Fortunately, at this time, the real family members of the 32-bed mother ran back anxiously, "I am the family member! I am the real family member!"

The man first thanked the doctor, then stared at Osamu Dazai angrily and puzzled: "Who are you?"

"Me? I'm just a passer-by who is happy for the successful birth of Mrs. Zun and your son."

Doctor and family man: ...?

The man looked even more angry: "You are a guy passing by, why are you so happy to hear the news of my son's birth!"

The doctor also frowned: "Yes, sir, please don't disturb the order of the hospital."

But Dazai replied frankly: "Have I disturbed the order? No, don't I have any signs of medical disturbance. And as the father of a newborn, don't you want others to treat your child With sincere congratulations?"

Osamu Dazai made the two of them speechless, but he always felt that something was not right.

Shibukawa Yao couldn't stand it any longer, and immediately jumped up and pressed his boyfriend's head to force him to apologize. At the same time, he kept apologizing: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't like this idiot, and I caused trouble for you two."

"Yao-chan, I'm not an idiot..." An aggrieved voice came from under the palm.

"Okay, let's go! Stop playing! I'm sorry, everyone..."

It wasn't until Shibukawa Yao escorted this annoying spirit out of the hospital that he dared to let him go.

"Dazai, you are simply... Huh?!"

The black-haired man turned around directly and hugged her in his arms. His skillful posture could kill all the single dogs around him.

"Ah, my Yao-chan is better!" Dazai happily promised, "Don't worry, after today's practice, I have experience in this kind of thing in the future!"

Shibukawa Yao was stunned for a few seconds, and then blushed suddenly, wishing to beat this shameless thing to death, but his hands were imprisoned, and he couldn't lift his hands to hit someone for a while.

"You think so beautifully!" She had no choice but to verbally spray the other party.

"Yeah, that's right." Dazai replied in a perfunctory and friendly tone, then lowered his head and said to his girlfriend in his arms in a very oppressive manner, "Do you want to try it tonight?"

Shibukawa Yao obviously hesitated: "Try... what?"

"——I'm wearing a suit, don't you just stare at me?"

"No, no, don't talk nonsense! I'm not that kind of person!"

"Oh? Then I won't wear it tonight."

"...Fuck! Bastard! I order you to keep wearing your suit tonight! You are not allowed to take it off without my permission!"

"Okay, follow me~"

The author has something to say: suit slaughter?

In the previous dungeon of Shenjiang Village, the only thing Yaowan couldn't resist was the ghost in the shape of a handsome guy in a suit.