disqualified hero

National Film Archive.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked up at the four-story building.No matter how many mediocre fakes are produced, movies are always listed as a kind of art. Like most works of art, the longer the work exists, the higher the value. Even if it is to set off their old works, the building itself cannot be vulgarized, so the National Film Archive adopted the architectural model of a western-style building. According to young people who have never experienced the Meiji Restoration, it is an imitation of the Rokumeikan. Construction—to put it bluntly, it is Italian Renaissance style, with British charm.

Those in the Central Plains don’t understand either. He was born too shortly, and he lived in a not-so-sophisticated environment. The people around him are orphans. It’s not bad to be able to recognize a few hundred Chinese characters. When it comes to Italy, they only know the Mafia and Sicily. Island, but never heard of Da Vinci.

But Zhongyuanzhong also knows beauty, ugliness, good and evil, and understands smallness and grandeur. He lives in a gray low wall, looks at the big potholes in Leibo Street, and sometimes looks at the magnificent sea through the barbed wire.

"Ah." He looked up at the building.

[Strangely beautiful. ]

[It's just a little small. ]

A few days ago, he went to buy a book from a peddler. Of course, he didn't exchange it with sheep's materials, but the money that Zhongyuan Zhongye collected himself.The peddler is not young, wears a pair of small round glasses, and has a refined posture. He mainly sells medicines and protective equipment, and books are just incidental. Maybe Zhongyuan Zhong will also come to him to buy books.

The scene where the two met for the first time is still vivid. The child came to buy a gas mask. It happened that a book was pressed under the helmet piled up in layers. He didn’t know what he saw and pulled the book out. , the cover is completely black, with two lines written in small white print under the pitch blackness.

"From now on, don't wait for me in the dark night, you alone with painful hope, please don't light the candle before the first rays of the morning light."

He hadn't read it yet, but the strange tone came to his ears, and the small round glasses said: "This is a collection of poems, from Russia."

"..." Zhong Yuanzhong didn't speak either.

"Are you interested? If you are interested, take it away." Xiaoyuan Glasses said, "Anyway, I know the content by heart."

"Hello." Zhong Yuanzhong also called out.

Xiaoyuan glasses looked at him.

"Thank you." He expressed his gratitude coyly.

The book deal continued. Among the sheep, Zhongyuanzhong was undoubtedly the strangest one. Even if the other children had spare money, they would all contribute to the arcade and the steel balls, and he would go there to play. But most of the time, they are willing to exchange money for two good books. Most of the books I find are related to mythology, and occasionally there are novels and poetry collections.

It's like being able to find one's own origin from words.

He especially likes novels that focus on heroes. There are Japanese and Western novels, whether it is a samurai holding a long sword, or a western cowboy playing with left-handed and round guns. He protects others with a bloody ending, and his back is as straight as a green pine. like mountains.

I can't say whether it's a longing or something else, anyway, he likes this kind of protagonist very much.

"Hello." When he went to pick up a book recently, he hesitated for a long time, standing still, even the small round glasses could tell that he had something to say, and asked with a sigh, "Is there any problem in Zhongye?"

Chuya Nakahara asked, "Who is Akira Kurosawa?"

He had to admit that in the slums of Yokohama, the man in front of him was the most knowledgeable person he knew. If the little round glasses didn't know who Akira Kurosawa was, it must be that mafia guy who tricked him.

"Ah." Xiaoyuan Glasses froze for a moment, "Mr. Kurosawa."

[He really knew. ]

"He is a great director." Xiaoyuan Glasses pondered, "but he has been dead for many years. He is an active director in the [-]th century and a treasure of Japan." He said, "Chuya should like his movies very much. .”

Zhong Yuan also became more curious about Akira Kurosawa, not just a strange mafia guy, even Xiaoyuan Glasses thought that he would like each other, and why.At the same time, he was still unconvinced from the bottom of his heart, how do you know which one I like? Am I so good looking?

"Zhong also wants to watch his video?" Xiaoyuan Glasses began to talk to himself, "I can definitely find it online, but the signal in Yokohama is really bad, unless you come to my place to watch, but the time is too long, I I don't have time for kids."

"Discs are from the old days, and finding the right projector is like finding a gramophone for vinyl records," he said. "Ah, yes, if I remember correctly, the National Film Archive This year, the original film of "Shadow Warrior" was restored, and the picture quality is much clearer than before. If you want to see it, you can go there and watch it." He tore off a blank piece of paper and wrote, "Hey, the address .”

3-7-6 Kyobashi, Chuo-ku, Tokyo

Zhong Yuanzhong also thought disdainfully: [Are you kidding, I went to Tokyo to watch old movies, what a stupid thing, how could I do it? ]

The result still came.

The fact of existence is that Zhongyuan Zhong also always does things that he knows are stupid and unnecessary for some unwarranted insistence.

……

Yokohama to Tokyo is very simple. The train will arrive at the station in [-] minutes. This is the first time for Nakahara Chuya to go out of Yokohama. His supernatural ability makes him fearless, but it is impossible not to be curious about the bustling metropolis. Especially when standing in the carriage and looking at the sparkling sea in the distance through the glass door of the car, he was surprised to find that the sea in Tokyo is different from the sea in Yokohama.

It is obviously the same sea water, but because of the different positions of viewing, it shows two completely different styles.

How is the sea in Yokohama?It is calm. Passenger ships come from a distance carrying heavy supplies. Some giant ships retain their original large chimneys. When they sail into the distance, they will leave a winding white smoke in the sky, and seagulls circle the white belt in the air. Circling, the sea here is busy and quiet.

The sea in Tokyo is another look. He went out so early that the sun had not yet reached its highest point, hanging obliquely in the east. The newborn sun lacked heat, but its light was always bright.He saw the brilliant golden fragments shining on the surface of the sea, coating the azure sea with a bright film, the sun was far away, and the large hemisphere sank below the sea surface.

Life, waves, sunshine, and sea.

Zhong Yuanzhong also opened his eyes wide, his azure blue pupils filled with the sea.

He didn't have a mobile phone, so it was a bit difficult to find the film archive. He followed the map and finally found a low-rise building in the afternoon. This place is only by appointment, and he can't enter without an appointment, but for him with supernatural powers, sneaking in is a piece of cake. After a while, the security guard at the gate didn't find him, so he was let out for a walk.

After entering the gate on the first floor, no one paid attention to Chuya Zhongyuan. People in police uniforms held newspapers and sat dozing off in front of wooden shelves. They were useless.

[Which floor is Akira Kurosawa? ] Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't tell the way. He thought that the history of film is not long, and he can always find the other party's works on the bookshelf. He didn't expect to see the three characters of Akira Kurosawa when he walked to the second floor.

He first came across a photo wall, posted many black-and-white photos, some in color, but too few, and took a second look and found that those people were clearly the same, but they were of different ages, and most of them were wearing black sunglasses. With the fisherman's hat, pointing the country on the set.

"This is Akira Kurosawa." He couldn't help but say it.

In fact, Nakahara also quite despised himself, but a mafia told him his name, and he went from Yokohama to Tokyo to find a movie to watch. From this point of view, he completely lost and followed the opponent's way.

"Don't you know Akira Kurosawa?" A pleasant voice sounded from behind, and he turned around to see a child, who was slightly taller than himself, and dressed in a very different way. Zhongyuan Zhong also wore old clothes that other people didn't want, but it was not that big It fits well, the sleeves are a bit longer than the arm, and the starch is clean, but there are always thread ends running out mischievously. Others can tell at a glance that the child wearing this dress is not rich.

The other person was different. He wore small leather shoes, an ironed straight shirt and a suit jacket. The whole set of clothes was new and fitted, and it was custom-made. Zhong Yuan also felt unhappy when he saw him.

[Ha, young master. ]

In fact, he has no bad feelings towards rich people, and Zhong Yuanzhong doesn't care about those things, but looking at the person behind him, let's call him Shuji Tsushima, he just doesn't like it and is not happy.

Maybe his smile is too fake, maybe his voice is too silky, maybe the way he holds it is too pretentious, or maybe it's because he is a few centimeters short of height. He swears that he doesn't like the peers behind him very much. When he met him in the slums of Yokohama, and he happened to provoke himself pretendingly, Nakahara swore that he would break his nasal bone.

"You don't even know Akira Kurosawa? Little boy." Shuji Tsushima snarled, "Then you should read two more books."

Little man, read more books, every sentence accurately stepped on the anger point of Nakahara Chuya, he burst into anger, comparable to an erupting volcano: "What are you talking about, you stinky brat, who are you calling a little man!"

Shuji Tsushima didn't speak.

"Cough cough." The policeman holding the newspaper just now turned his head, and he finally stopped dozing off. Just now, Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at him, and found that although he was pretending to hold the newspaper, his head was bit by bit, and he had fallen into a sound sleep for a long time. Nakahara Chuya's roar interrupted his sleep, and the man glanced at him, disapproving.

Zhong Yuanzhong also disappeared, and he suddenly found that the museum was so quiet that the sound of a needle falling could be heard.

Looking back again, I found that the annoying little ghost was gone.

[Tch, that guy. ]

He quickly forgot the episode. The main reason was that the annoying little ghost disappeared. At least he hadn’t seen anyone after he finished selecting the film. Nakahara also took the restored version of "Seven Samurai". What the mafia said that day Still echoing in his ears, this version was repaired a few years ago, it is not as intrusive as the modern big screen, and the visual effects are barely up to par. Xiaoyuan Glasses described it as "the repaired version is barely watchable".

Behind the bookshelves lined with DVDs is a projection device, which in a word is a personal computer, one for each person, dozens or hundreds of them are displayed, and these computers are specially used for watching movies.

There is a table in front of each computer, and a note is pasted on the table. Zhong Yuanzhong also took a look at it, probably the number and the seat reservation process. He suddenly knew that the computers here also need to be reserved, and they can't just sit around.He was a little guilty, looked around, and felt that there were too few people here, the count did not exceed twenty, and most of the tables were empty, so he sat down on the chair in front of him without any psychological burden.

Putting on the earphones, the rhythm of the film is not fast but the emotional rendering is particularly good. He was dragged into the artistic conception without watching it for 10 minutes. Who knew that when the progress bar dragged on to 15 minutes, the earphones were suddenly taken off.

[ha? ]

He turned around and saw the person he hated again, and immediately became angry, and shouted in a low voice: "Stinky brat, what are you doing?"

"Call me a stinky brat, you are just a stinky brat yourself." Shuji Tsushima said taller than me, "You are not even taller than me, let alone." He said to the numbered Nunuzui on the table, "Here is In the seat I reserved, you yelled at the owner even though you were sitting in someone else’s seat, you are like a disrespectful puppy, barking non-stop when you see people.”

Nakahara is also caught in a tangle. On the one hand, he feels very guilty for taking other people's position. His moral heart really doesn't look like he came out of a slum, but on the other hand, Shuji Tsushima's metaphor makes him very dissatisfied. His fist is about to move again, and it is very possible to make intimate contact with the cheek of the person in front of him at any time.

In the end, he felt that he was in the wrong, so he suppressed his anger towards Shuji Tsushima with hatred, said "return the seat to you", and was about to quit the disc and watch it in another place.

In the end, the people behind him didn't let him go, and they didn't let him go. Shuji Tsushima pulled another stool and sat next to him and whispered, "Do you want to watch the movie in another place? But judging by your appearance, you probably don't even have the key card to get in and out of here." Not at all, if I call the police, you will be persuaded to go out, and you will have to record it on video, so that you will be interrogated if you want to enter the archives in the future, it would be too bad, wouldn’t it?”

Zhong Yuanzhong also gritted his teeth: "How do you know?"

Shuji Tsushima only smiled at him with a disgusting face: "Guess."

"What do you want me to do." Zhongyuan Zhong has already thought about it. If this person's answer does not satisfy him, he will beat him up even if he makes noise in the museum. From the very beginning, his anger has been online, and his fists are ready to move.

[How can someone be hated when they meet for the first time? ]

For the first time, he understood what it was like to hate people to the bone.

"Seven Samurai?" Shuji Tsushima gave an unexpected answer, "I haven't watched this one yet, let's watch it together."

[what? ]

Nakahara Chuya's expression was distorted.

Shuji Tsushima plugged in an extra headphone jack on the host computer, and one computer can just carry two headphones. He was half wearing the headphones, with one ear hanging out, seeing that Nakahara was still standing still, and said disgustedly: "Look at it. What am I looking at, are you doing eye exercises?"

[ah? ? ? ]

Two crosses popped out of his forehead one after another: "Are you making trouble?"

Shuji Tsushima showed a disgusting smile again.

[I'm sure, he's born with low draw. ]

Zhong Yuanzhong also put on the earphones angrily, and only hoped that the plot of the film could dilute his disgust at this time. Fortunately, he is a person who is relatively easy to transfer vicious emotions, and he doesn't hold grudges very much.

"Seven Samurai" tells a very Japanese-style battle. The seven samurai represent different spirits. One of them is called Kikuchiyo. Give up your life and forget to die.

Nakahara couldn't take his eyes off it, he saw not only Kikuchiyo, but also others, he had no problem with the mafia who smiled hypocritically, because this was really the best and favorite movie he had ever seen.

[Amazing. ]

His language is too barren, and Zhongyuanzhong also thought so, when facing a masterpiece, he can only think [it's amazing].

"Ah, that's it." Shuji Tsushima's voice came to his ears intermittently. Because he was wearing earphones, the people around him were not talking very loudly, so he couldn't hear them very clearly. Nakahara also noticed something he didn't like. If you are not emotional, just listen to his high-spirited talk.

"In Japan, it was indeed able to kill a very high box office, especially in that era." He said, "The so-called 'Japanese-style heroism' is "Seven Samurai"."

"What's wrong with Japanese-style heroism?" Nakahara asked in an unhappy way.

"The problem is not a problem." Shuji Tsushima said, "But in the face of modern times or conspiracy, the violence at the level of "Seven Samurai" is like a dog being commanded."

"Being played around by others, you will be attracted by morality, friendship, and inexplicable desire to protect. A samurai is a domestic dog, and a ronin is a wild dog." He suddenly realized, "You are a barking puppy who loves your own kind. It seems to make sense."

Nakahara couldn't bear it anymore, he punched at a speed that was not clearly visible to the naked eye, and hit Shuji Tsushima's right cheek.

"!"

The landing point of the child's body was precisely controlled on the hard tiles. He didn't fly too far, let alone knock down the bookshelf. There was nothing but a loud and piercing sound.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts——" Shuji Tsushima only felt his back hurts, his shoulder hurts, his spine hurts everywhere, and all the bones in his body are creaking.

[Mistake, the little dwarf’s ability is visible to the naked eye, but it’s unclear in which direction his ability goes. Now it’s certain that his ability is violent, and it’s quite outstanding violence. Strength, he must have survived the slums, no wonder he had to sneak into the archives without ID. ]

[Can characters with a heroic complex still be born in the slums? ]

"What's the matter?" The display policeman in the museum finally couldn't sit still. He was taken aback. He didn't expect such a thing to happen at all. Fighting in the film archive was unheard of, but Shuji Tsushima was still lying down. He didn't get up on the ground, and Zhong Yuanzhong had already put down his earphones and rushed towards the door.

His speed is too fast, there is no way for the elderly policeman to catch up.

He rushed out of the library in a flash, and there was no one chasing him behind him, but the people in the Central Plains didn't know that he ran and ran, using supernatural powers, and ran like a gust of wind.

"Damn it!" He stopped, only a dozen meters away from the nearest subway station, and he could see the endless stream of people across a street.

He thought of Shuji Tsushima's face, what kind of face it was, delicate and lovely, beautiful, and annoying, he wanted to kiss it with his fist.

Zhong Yuan also spent a few minutes sorting out his messy thoughts about why he was hostile to people who hadn't exchanged names as soon as they met.Yes, that's right, he analyzed his heart, the hostility did not start from the other party's provocation, but from the first time he saw Shuji Tsushima when he met each other.

What is it like, like a locust meets a frog, a snake meets an eagle, a giraffe meets an African lion, a dodo meets a human.

The sense of disgust is engraved in the genes, but the suppressive relationship between natural enemies does not exist. Many years later, Nakahara was shocked to find out where his disgust towards Shuji Tsushima came from. The yearning of human beings, fairness, justice, loyalty, restraint, and honor, he wanted to be that kind of person in his heart, but because of the roaring barbarian spit in his body from time to time, every time he used his abnormality in his short childhood He will remind you once again: you are not human.

But Shuji Tsushima, from the perspective of physiological structure and genetics, he is undoubtedly a human being, but he has never possessed the virtues of human beings. Nakahara Chu also wants to protect some human beings, and he does not want to keep any of them. It is a disgust for life and a mockery of himself. He expects others to die more than expect them to live.

With a deep-seated antagonism, it's easy to get bored from the start.

"Let's go." Nakahara took a while to sort out his thoughts, and finally decided to end the day trip and return to Yokohama. He also knew that he would come again, for Kurosawa's other works.

I hope I don't meet the bloody brat, he thought, and I'll knock out his front teeth next time.

……

"Ah." Shuji Tsushima was in a good mood, even if he was punched, Dazai was inside when he opened the door, he saw Shuji Tsushima's swollen half of his face, his eyes were wide open.

[It's so strange! ] He almost sighed, [I was never beaten when I was a child. ]

He pointed to his half face and asked Shuji Tsushima: "What's going on?"

The child responded in a relaxed tone: "I picked up a barking puppy and was bitten by him."

"Ah." Osamu Dazai would not ask: Then why is it not a bite mark, he sighed, "Then why did you tease him."

"Because I hate him." The tone of the young man's words was soft as if he was stroking his lover's flexible body.

"I hate him so much I'm sick of it."

[One of the people I hate the most is a self-righteous stupid hero. ]

He said to Dazai nonchalantly: "Actually, I made a reservation for another table, but I just lied to him, and he believed it was true, and really wanted to return the seat to me. The so-called loyalty of a dog is all about Such a person, right?"

Dazai replied: "Not necessarily, maybe it's just that he is more willing to trust others and never speculates with lies, that's why he did such a thing." He said, "This is often the case with sincere people."

[Hey, so stupid. ]

……

"Chuya! Chuya! Where did Chuya go!"

"Come and save me, Chuya!"