disqualified hero

[Azhi is a junior from my school days. ]

[In terms of age, she is actually older than me. Despite my despondent appearance, she is only 28 years old this year, which is quite young.However, the younger and younger students in the student days were never classified according to age. The only criterion for judging is the priority of enrollment. I enrolled too early, and entered the medical university at the age of others who went to junior high school.Graduation is also early. ]

The older Imperial Universities are much the same, they are the same as the old uncles, those people have white and long beards, stooped figures and awkward legs and feet, but they have spring cherry blossoms flying all over the campus, green rivers and things that are compatible A teaching building with architectural characteristics.

When 12-year-old Mori Ogai entered the University of Tokyo for the first time, he was deeply fascinated by the stepped tall buildings made of red bricks, the fried ginkgo trees, and the gate of the Kaga Domain.

[It's so beautiful. ]

He was a student in medical school and was ranked first among those admitted.

Another year later, he became a sophomore and was appointed to receive newcomers. The whole courtyard was sent out one-on-one.She is very smart, and she skipped two grades while studying. The 16-year-old girl is as slim as a budding flower. Her pale skin and ink-colored long hair are very cute. Women are afraid of jealousy when they see her, and they are very rare when they see her. The mobile phone number harassed, and after racking his brains for a long time, he could only pick out Mori Owai from the courtyard.

He should have no intentions of women who are older than him.

13 years old, still a teenager.

[Pretty is beautiful. ] The overly precocious Mori Ogai looked at this year, he looked generously, and people could read the word "gentleman" in the wandering sight, [I am too old, I only like women younger than me. ]

"It's the first time we've met, please give me your advice, Sen-senpai." This year, she doesn't mind bowing to people younger than herself.

"Please advise me more." So Sen also squinted his eyes and responded.

……

"Have you heard that this year I also studied pharmacy as a part-time course?"

"Hey, she."

"She's got good grades."

"It's okay, but it's far worse than Sen."

"Is it the first in the school year?"

"Yes, the second bites her very tightly."

"The instructor told her not to do that. If you have already learned internal medicine in a hurry, don't add any more courses."

"Ah." The brown-haired girl said meaningfully, "It's useless for us to talk about it. The person concerned needs to know it himself."

"She thinks she is as talented as Sen-senpai."

Mori Ogai was not tall when he was a teenager. He started to draw a willow at the age of 15, and he became a tall willow tree in less than half a year. Before that, he was about the same height as the girls in the class, and it was difficult for them to notice when they spoke Mori Ogai, he occasionally went to other classes to run the classroom, and after a few classes, he heard bad things about this year.

She doesn't know how to be a human being, or she doesn't bother to associate with female classmates, and she doesn't bother to associate with male classmates. You will always see her sitting quietly in the front row holding a stack of books, as quiet as a fan.Quietness brings mystery, and it is hard for male students not to notice her outstanding appearance. Coupled with her noble temperament and excellent grades, men rush towards her like bees and butterflies, asking for twitter accounts, fb accounts, and ins accounts , to line account.

Women can't like her like this, at best they don't hate her.

"You said it just now." Mori Ogai spoke suddenly. He stood behind the group of girls, and they screamed in fright, "This year, you are also studying pharmacy?"

"Yes, yes, Sen-senpai."

"Isn't it the same as me?" He said, "I need to talk to her about my learning experience."

……

Who took the first step?

It may be that Sen took the initiative to explain a question to this year, or it may be that this year is waiting for the young senior with a notebook at the door of the laboratory. Defined as friends, learn from each other, promote each other, and learn from each other. Most of them learn from Sen this year, and occasionally the latter can get inspiration from the former.Unpleasant remarks were circulating among students at the same level, but the person concerned did not hear what was going on outside the window, and focused on his future. After months of hard work, he finally adapted to the rhythm of taking two minor courses this year and was able to keep up with his instructor.

The teacher looked a little nicer to her.

15-year-old Mori Ogai thought that he had learned everything from the University of Tokyo School of Medicine, and the school could not bring him more, so he packed his bags and became a member of an international humanitarian organization. The others didn't know. They saw that Ogai Mori had been absent and asked the teacher. The professor said that he had already received his degree certificate and went to the battlefield, and said sadly that he wondered if he would come back smoothly.

The gunfire on the battlefield in the Middle East never stops. Every country is fighting for oil, water, and resources. The addition of supernatural beings makes the battle situation more complicated and confusing. All battles are far away from the mainland, and some are even only known to a few people. Confidential events, but anyway, the world is shrouded in smoke.

Where did Mori Ogai go?The Middle East, Africa, or some distant colder island?no one knows.

"Little boys don't want her anymore." The girl said loudly behind this year. She lowered the volume pretentiously, but her voice was so penetrating that half of the classroom could hear it, let alone the year-old in front.The women who were labeled with cynicism were unmoved and continued to read books in a calm manner.

When she graduated, her internal medicine grades ranked first, but her pharmacy was not particularly ideal. She finished her studies with stumbles and successfully got her certificate. The professor is very optimistic about her. It is also too much beyond ordinary people. The leading figures at home and abroad have sent invitations to her, asking if they want to continue their studies, and clinics in Tokyo have also opened their doors to her.

But this year, she disappeared as soon as she graduated. After a while, there were unfounded rumors spread among her classmates that she got married as soon as she graduated and became a housewife.

"No way." The students laughed when they heard the rumor.

"If it's for being a housewife, why is she studying so hard?"

……

At the age of 19, Mori Ogai returned to Yokohama.

[I have been wandering the battlefield like a ghost for four years, and I have seen too much blood and death in these four years.A woman fled with a five-year-old child on her back. When the bomb fell, the woman was still walking, but the child's head rolled to the ground. She walked through the minefield and looked back relieved, only to see the bloody fracture.

There is also the mother, she sits on a dirt bench by the roadside and nurses her child. Her head and face are covered with dust, but her chest is white. There must be no dust in the milk for the child. She was still telling me this sentence yesterday.Another air raid today, sirens going off, baby breastfeeding in the middle of a hail of bullets, I fear permanent damage to the baby's eardrums from the gunshots, best guess is he'll keep hearing until he's 20, more likely he's now Can't hear anything anymore.

The mother sat upright, this time it was her head that flew off, the child was too young to know.

This is what I generally saw on the battlefield, people who kept dying and children affected by famine, so I realized the value of peace from the flames of war. Fighting can never be stopped, but disorderly fighting will only bring more Many deaths.

I went back to Yokohama, where I was born and raised. This is where I grew up. I love this city deeply. I told myself that this place cannot become a small country in Africa, or a trench in the Middle East.

Stability, peace, prosperity, and prosperity are what my hometown needs. ]

After returning to my hometown after many years, the city has not changed in its essence.

He walked along the central axis of the city, with the city in front of him and the sea behind him. There are many tall buildings on his right hand, and there are many post-modern buildings. The sky garden of the landmark tower was completed when he was away. Directly, it is said that the tower is more than 200 meters high.He opened the colorful brochure and picked it up at Yokohama Station. The tourist brochure said it was "the place closest to the sky in Japan".

"It's amazing!" the native Yokohama people had to sigh.

To the left of the central axis is another look. To describe it in concise language, this place should be called a slum, which is a remnant of the Second World War.Yokohama is Japan's most important east-west transportation hub facing foreign countries. In the early years of World War II, the entire city was bombed by the U.S. military to nothing. The survivors after the war lived in simple shacks, and some women became prostitutes. , They earn money from the soldiers, the men died in the war, and the children wandered around, squatting on the edge of the trash can with their knees hugged, grabbing rotten milk and moldy bread.

Almost five or sixty years after the war, the slums are still there. The status of this city is too special. Those foreign troops, smugglers, and fugitives trying to escape abroad will stay here. It gave birth to the largest and most chaotic slums in Japan. , the people inside have no identity, and the firearms circulate freely, and the sound of gunfire can always be heard after dusk.

People in the slums have no identities, passports, ID cards, birth certificates, many people don't have any, so they can't even go to the other half of the city just across the road, huddled in a dark corner.

[I love this city. ]

Sen Ou is facing the sea, and there are many warehouses behind him.

[I love everything about this city, whether it is good, bad, light, dark, orderly, disorderly, tidy, chaotic, everything is part of the city, I love them. ]

At the age of 19, Mori Ogai opened a clinic at the end of the slum closest to the road. It has a business license and is a regular clinic, not an underground secret medicine.

[I have to listen to both light and dark things, and then try to find out which side is more suitable for me. ]

……

Fujimizu was carried into the small clinic by his colleagues.

He certainly wasn't called Fujisui, but he couldn't say his real name either. Anyway, after he woke up, he told Mori Ogai that his name was Fujisui, and the latter called him that.

The doctor didn't know anything about the man's identity, origin, or the cause of the injury. He took out three rounds of bullets from the man, of three types. After practicing here for a long time, Mori Ogai had already figured out what firearms the local organization used.

The man was hunted down by three parties at the same time.

"Your vitality is very strong." He said to Fujishui, "Ordinary people are dead long ago."

He has long understood that only those with the will to survive can circle and circle before the gate of hell. Fujishui has strong mental power and wants to live. He is the old saying "a person who has a reason not to die".

Fujimizu didn't speak, he lay flat on the bed, looking at the ceiling, Mori teased him chatting one after another, he was a good talker and an excellent intelligence gathering expert, getting information from words through minutiae was his forte.

"Is it for the wife? Or for the children? This is probably what a person of your age should be obsessed with. Of course, there are also people who are for money and power, but it doesn't seem to be the case in your eyes."

"Eyes?" Teng Shui spoke suddenly, and there was a tingling pain on his lips, which was much smaller than the pain on his chest and legs, but he still felt it.

"Ah ah." The doctor yelled three times helplessly, and then ordered to dip a cotton swab into distilled water and sweep it back and forth on his lips. "Don't speak so loudly," he said, "your lips are cracked." .”

"What kind of eyes do I have." Fujiwara Shimizu's lips are bleeding, he doesn't care, he just wants to know the answer to the question, he has been too stubborn since he was a child, the elementary school teacher left a comment, saying that he hopes he can "relax" , don't be too obsessed with the minutiae."

He is serious and full of emotions. The latter is often interpreted as the pursuit of romance in modern times. I believe that it is love at first sight. It is difficult to imagine the combination of two qualities in one person at the same time. But looking back on the past, it seems that there is no shortage of samurai in Japanese history. At the same time, he will carry out the way of loyalty to the end.

You could say his trait is a variant of the samurai.

"What kind of eyes?" Mori Ogai raised his head slightly, he was thinking, his chin had stubble, and his white coat was wrinkled, he really didn't look like a powerful person.

"Vicious love." He spent half a day organizing the language, highlighting the strange words and phrases.

"I see it in your eyes."

Fujisui stopped talking, he closed his eyes and rested his mind, and closed the window of his soul. Maybe Sen Ougai's insight scared him, and he didn't want anyone to see it.

After a while, he said, "May I ask you something, doctor?"

"As long as it doesn't involve the privacy of other patients' illnesses." Mori Ogai said, "I'm very good at chatting with people."

……

It was later heard that Fujimizu had defected from the gang and that he was an undercover agent for the police.

After he left, the goods in several warehouses disappeared.

……

"Probably so." Mori Ogai sat on the movable chair, and he opened a new clinic, this time not outside the slums, but in the deepest part, he used to serve rich people, policemen, undercover agents and gangsters , now the composition of patients is very single, only gangsters are left.

When he was talking, he used a pen to draw on the medical records. The work of the underground secret medicine is very busy. The nurse here is a little girl, he called the little girl Alice, and there are only doctors other than that.

"Did you get any inspiration for your new work after listening to the story, Dazai-kun?" He turned to ask the young man sitting on the dirty sofa.

"It's already been conceived." Osamu Dazai answered kindly.

"I'm really looking forward to it." Mori Ogai showed a somewhat useless and weak uncle's expression, "I haven't found an interesting book to read for a long time, and now I rely on Dazai-kun's few books to live, but to be honest, I actually don't have any. I just want to read at any time, the work here is really too busy! I have to squeeze my sleep time every day, and my body will definitely be unable to hold on if this continues!" I was about to cry.

"Well, didn't you already know about being busy with work?" Osamu Dazai said, "Mori-senpai really likes to repeat the useless nonsense that he already knew over and over again, since he has become a social person, just keep doing it. There's no use in complaining," he said, "and, don't you enjoy it?"

"Ah." Mori Ogai paused.

"That said, there's nothing wrong with that."

Mori Ogai, 28 years old.

Current occupation: Underground esoteric doctor.

"Speaking of which, why does Sen-senpai remember Madam Jinsui and Fujimizu?"

"that."

"Because diamonds need to be polished with diamonds," he said, "but if one or both of them are not hard enough, they will become like them, which is a good example of failure."

"Well."

Dazai said, "What a wicked answer."

"That's what I said." Mori Ogai said, "I'm not a philanthropist after all."

[I just love this city deeply, that's all. ]

At last.

"I heard that you raised a child, Dazai-kun." Mori Ogai said, "What kind of child is it?"

Dazai laughed and said, "He's completely different from me, quite a good kid."