【Taizhong】Fake Orthopedics

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"Go to sleep."

I stepped back a little and climbed off him.I think there may be a bruise on the knee, because it hit the patella and the cruciate ligament. When the soles of the feet are bare on the ground, the force makes the pain suddenly change from imperceptible to oily. It was as if water was dripping into the pot, and it was churning in an instant. I subconsciously took a deep breath, and the cold air flowed through the gaps between the clenched teeth, making a "hiss—" sound.

Osamu Dazai shook his head, pointed at the notes and homework he had brought upstairs, and said that he had to do his homework and go back to school tomorrow. Even if my mother asked me to take care of Osamu Dazai who had lost his hand, it would be impossible for me. He does his homework for him, not to mention he doesn't need my help. After all, in terms of science, Dazai Osamu, who is still a senior high school student, is better than me, an unemployed who has already forgotten all the knowledge in school textbooks, and can't even be counted as a social animal. Homeless people are much smarter.

When I turned off the headlights in the room, Osamu Dazai turned on the writing lamp on the desk. He adjusted the brightness to half-high, and the light tube of the desk lamp flickered. There is no relation to use.

I took off my slippers, threw my socks on the floor, and retracted myself into the quilt. Just like before, I slept on the inside, and the small space on the outside was reserved for Osamu Dazai.The room was very quiet, except for the mechanical sound of the internal gears of the alarm clock on the bedside table, and the rustling sound of the pen and paper in Osamu Dazai's hand.

I opened my eyes and looked at the photo frame hanging on the wall. I knew what kind of photo was stuffed in the photo frame. It was a group photo of the young Dazai Osamu and me, who was a student at that time, in front of the beach house.I glued my eyes to Dazai Osamu’s back again. He was sitting at the small desk in my room and wrote with his left hand. Looking at it from my angle, I couldn’t see what Dazai Osamu’s writing looked like. I guess it's mostly crooked, and it's impossible to be beautiful with non-dominant handwriting.

His back was against the light, and the edge of the white shirt he was wearing was also illuminated, as if he could vaguely outline the bone lines of his neck and shoulders.I was indeed out of shape due to work, rest and nutrition. Even my father said so, it must be very different from the me in his previous impression, but Osamu Dazai actually lost a lot of weight.

As I thought about it, my eyes returned to the picture frame hidden in the darkness on the wall.I suddenly realized that although I could remember many details in the photo, I couldn't think of Dazai Osamu's immature facial features and cheek outline in the photo.After my growing up period, my concept of time was not so clear, and I felt like muddling along, but Osamu Dazai was younger than me, and children grow up quickly, and they seem to change overnight.

Although I have never treated him as a child - in my mind, children are all cute, such as Mr. Mori's blond loli, who naturally has a kind of cuteness that makes people feel cured But Osamu Dazai never let me have this kind of thought. When I was young, I thought he was stinky and disgusting. Besides, he didn't treat me as his brother and get along with me very much. Now that he is so big , although Osamu Dazai is no longer as stinky as he was when he was a child, he has intensified his annoying level-or maybe I hate myself even more because I can't figure out his thoughts. An unreal sense of chagrin.

I thought about it, and fell asleep lightly, and woke up again when I was woken up by the sound of Osamu Dazai going to bed. He probably finished his homework with his left hand slowly like ten years of sharpening his sword, and was about to go to sleep. I turned off the writing light, and the room suddenly became dark. With my eyes open, I didn't know what time it was, so I asked him what time it was in a hoarse voice, and Dazai glanced at the clock on the bedside table. The alarm clock told me that it was less than one o'clock in the morning, and I answered him with an "oh", and then he lifted the quilt and lay down in the narrow quilt.

"It's cold." I sniffed.When he lifted the quilt, the hot air escaped, and the outside wind came in. I was a light sleeper, and my handwriting was very cold. Of course, I felt colder, but I didn’t dare to curl myself up. The bed was only so big, and Osamu Dazai still had a plaster cast on his hands, so I had to stiffen my body, like a stick that couldn't move.Osamu Dazai didn't fall asleep right away, he heard my murmured words, obviously I wasn't talking to him, I was talking to myself, but he seemed to be answering me, saying that he was too.

I frowned and ordered him angrily: "Then you go to sleep in your own room." Osamu Dazai didn't refuse me, but he didn't even have the slightest intention of moving his body to get out of bed. Instead, he gave me the right to choose, He told me that it would be okay if he went back to sleep in his own bed, but then he would have to take medicine again.All in all, my effect is similar to that of sleeping pills, and I understand it.

I don't want to talk to him about this issue anymore, but I also lost my sleepiness. Maybe it's because I haven't heard Dazai for a long time, and my subconscious mind still wants to chat with Dazai for a while, and listen to his voice more, Dazai The treatment is a broken hand, I may be suffering from loneliness.So I asked him if his arm was broken and he had a headache. I paused, and then said, "You didn't show any signs of pain. Others will think that you are enduring it, which will make people worry about you even more."

"When you say people are worried about me, do you mean she is worried, or are you worried about me?" Osamu Dazai did not mention his father, probably because his father could not agree with the conjecture that Osamu Dazai had a tendency to commit suicide, so his mother did not talk to his father. When I mentioned it, my father only thought it was an accident, and he didn't mention anything superfluous other than letting Osamu Dazai recover from his injuries. He didn't even ask for leave for tonight's evening shift, and stayed at home to take care of Osamu Dazai.Furthermore, he wasn't too worried about Dazai Osamu's lack of homework because of his hand injury—of course, maybe Dazai Osamu had already made a deal with him, and I was still sleeping endlessly in the room of the seaside villa, Just don't know.

I sighed, and I wasn't quite sure if I said "I'll be worried about you too" if I was perfunctory to Osamu Dazai, or if I was using a perfunctory tone to cover up my sincerity.Osamu Dazai was silent for a while, and moved slightly under the quilt. His intact hand was just able to stick to my waist, and because I had already slept, my shirt was rolled up, revealing A piece of skin from the waist and lower abdomen came.I didn't want to admit that he was implying something, but I didn't take his hand away from me, just grabbed his left hand and clamped him.

Osamu Dazai didn't make any further movements, as if the temptation just now had been annihilated and was an insignificant sacrifice, he suddenly gave a low laugh, and his hand, which was held in my palm, moved and became entangled with my fingers He just narrated, saying that the broken bone actually hurt so much that he felt as if he was really going to die like that, but he didn't want others to worry or not worry because of the contradiction. The only reason for enduring this pain is because even if he speaks out about this pain, it is impossible to alleviate the pain a little bit. It is vain to say it, so it is better not to say it.

I found a loophole in his words: "...Aren't you screaming at me now?"

Dazai Osamu's and my intertwined fingers tightened even more. "Probably because it doesn't hurt so much now," he said.

spiritualism.I was speechless, so I could only tell him to go to bed quickly, and Osamu Dazai wanted to explain that he was already a little sleepy, and it was I who insisted on talking to him, as if all the responsibility was placed on me, but he He confessed his pain to me half a minute ago, and I really couldn't refute him, so I repeated it again: "Go to sleep."

Maybe I am indeed more effective than sleeping pills. Osamu Dazai really fell asleep not long after, but I woke up because I was half asleep, and after talking for so long, my mouth was dry and my sleepiness was gone , I thought I should get up and drink some water, or go downstairs to the yard or the kitchen to smoke a cigarette, but my hand was still with Osamu Dazai, and I was a little bit reluctant to part with the warmth of his palm.

I always feel that Osamu Dazai is shrewd and shrewd, as if every action and even every expression of his is calculated. He will use all means to achieve his own goals, but his starting point is extremely simple.Just like he said, he just wanted me, he didn't even want to lie to me.His desire is like super-cold water, after I hit it, the whole lake froze in an instant—it was all my own fault.

I can sleep eighteen or nineteen hours almost every day in the beach house, but it seems that the sum of the sleep time of me and Osamu Dazai must be a constant number. At this moment, I am lying on the bed in my room, but never I couldn't sleep, so I couldn't sleep until dawn.

Fortunately, after Osamu Dazai, although his right hand was inconvenient, after his sleep returned to a normal state, the dark circles under his eyes became lighter. He took the internal examination of the university's medical department in the second week.On the day of the exam, my mother was a little more nervous than him, and my father paid more attention to it. He took a day off from the hospital and took him to the university for the exam. He sat in the passenger seat, and my mother and I sat in the back seat to see him off. When I arrived at the gate of the university, it was a long wait. I sat in the car and played with my phone until the battery ran out. In the end, I had to go to a nearby convenience store to buy cigarettes and pass the time by counting the extinguished cigarette butts, waiting for his exam. At the end, it was his father who couldn't bear it first and asked him how he felt about the exam and whether he could pass it.

The more my father expected him, the more boring I felt. I looked through the gap between the passenger seat and the car door, and looked at the rearview mirror outside the wide open window, but I was suddenly caught in the image of the mirror. He and Osamu Dazai looked at each other, very weird, and after a while, he heard a soft "hmm", saying that there should be no problem.Only then did my father let out a long sigh of relief, laughing heartily like this, and drove the whole family to eat at an extremely expensive French restaurant that was so delicious that he thought it was worth the price.

Osamu Dazai received the admission letter at the end of the second month after he had the plaster cast. He was still sleeping in my room, and he didn’t do anything out of the ordinary with me. He only kissed, but it wasn’t lingering or deep, just slight Touch it and then withdraw it. It doesn't hurt or itch, so I just let him go.

His bones and flesh were replacing and healing.And because I can't sleep in the second half of the night, I can always hear him occasionally unconsciously moaning when he falls asleep in the middle of the night. He sometimes sweats coldly, and the sweat beads on his forehead can be seen in the faint light outside the window.I put a glass of water and a towel next to the bed. If I’m in a good mood, I’ll moisten the towel with water and wipe him off, but most of the time I won’t: I just wake up I want to get sleepy as soon as possible and fall asleep again, and I don't bother to do troublesome things.

Counting the days on my fingers, I have been unemployed for more than six months. Since I can't avoid getting along with Osamu Dazai, I don't have much resistance to it. I am thinking about finding a new job, at least You can't live with money.It was at this time that Mr. Sen contacted me again. He asked me if I was free in the near future and would I like to go to the cat cafe with him to chat and play with cats. He added another sentence at the end of the email, saying that It's Alice's request, and Alice will be very sad if I refuse.

Of course, the blond loli in my impression is by no means so friendly to me. I understand it because Mr. Mori thinks such an invitation is too abrupt, but I have no reason to refuse, and He made an appointment, so on Saturday afternoon, after Osamu Dazai went to science cram school, I went out for a long time.

I haven’t breathed the fresh air outside for a long time, and I always feel that my footsteps are as soft as stepping on the clouds. The location of Mao Cafe is very tricky. It’s in a hard-to-find alley, but the area is in the city center. The psychiatric clinic I visited before is also very close. In other words, it is not far from the coffee shop where I saw Osamu Dazai and Mr. Mori sitting at the same table by the window. At that time, it seemed that my breathing became not very smooth, and my life was so dizzy that I almost erased this stubble from my memory with an eraser.

Pushing through the thick door of the Cat Cafe, the wind chimes hanging on the inside of the door rang out crisply. I saw Mori Ogai sitting inside, and I glanced around again, and found that the blonde Li also came, maybe my dogmatic guess was in vain, maybe this invitation was indeed proposed by Alice.Fortunately, the blond Lolita ignored me and Mori Ogai. She held a bag of Ciao cat snacks in her hand and fed the breed cats around her.She was wearing an embroidered lace dress with sleeves, and there were a lot of broken diamonds on the skirt. It must have been troublesome to clean and maintain, but she was not afraid of being scratched by the cat's claws.

I think Mori Ogai is really a man who knows how to read words and emotions and has a high emotional intelligence. He didn't ask me a word about my current situation. He just asked the waiter to bring me a drink and dessert list. After I finished ordering, everything was delivered After coming up, he just said that he asked me to come out.

He said that he heard my colleagues in the same building discuss my resignation in the stairwell, and he explained that he didn’t intend to eavesdrop. The elevator was repaired that day, and he happened to walk down the stairwell when he was off work. I said it’s okay and I don’t care. , he continued: "If Mr. Zhongye has no other job now, would you consider taking a short-term job in my firm? Our previous interpreter will be on maternity leave and will not be able to return to the firm until February next year. Come on, two of the construction projects that our company has engaged with this year are all in cooperation with French companies... Zhongye-jun University majored in French, right?"

That's right, I remembered that I mentioned it to Mr. Sen once, and I didn't expect him to remember it—it's just that the timing of this job opportunity was too coincidental. I took a sip from the coffee cup, maybe because most of the people who come to the cat cafe are women. The taste of the drink is sweet, but it is not a sugary taste that is easy to get tired of. It is probably because honey or honey is added. s things.

It's like a pie falling from the sky for nothing. Those who don't accept it are fools, but after all, this is a big favor. Hypocritically saying that it has been a long time since I have used foreign languages ​​such as French or English, I am afraid that I am not skilled enough to hold such an important position.Mr. Sen didn't push me any further. He said that he could let me think about it, but it's best to give him an answer as soon as possible, because their translation hopes to finish the shift within two months, so that they can take maternity leave with peace of mind.I nodded and agreed.

After drinking the coffee, I also asked the waiter to buy a pack of cat snacks, and went to feed a long-haired black cat that was left alone and did not go around the blonde loli, and was lying on the bay window, probably a male cat , with bulging cheeks, shiny black hair, and an elegant appearance, he licked a bag of birds for nearly half an hour before he licked them clean.I checked the time on my phone, checked out with Mori Ogai and his blonde loli, left the cat café, and walked back home.

The plaster cast on Dazai Osamu’s hand was removed after another month. It is already the end of February and almost March. Fortunately, the injury on his arm is recovering well. Waiting for the cherry blossoms in April In the beginning, he should be a college student.The day he went to school to attend the graduation ceremony, receive his graduation certificate, and end his high school career was also the first day I promised Mr. Mori to start working in his design firm as a contract worker for about a year.

It’s true that I haven’t been in contact with foreign languages ​​for too long, and my proficiency has greatly decreased. What’s more, the French I majored in college is mainly applied and literature. The professional terms in the field of architectural design are still unfamiliar to me, so I have to temporarily Holding the French-Japanese-Japanese-French Dictionary, the English-Japanese-Japanese-English Dictionary, and the English-French-French-English Dictionary like a buddha, combined with the actual usage that can be retrieved on the search engine, it is used to deal with these documents that need to be translated and docked. It should be a little tiring at the beginning, but I guess it will be better after getting started.

Osamu Dazai appeared downstairs in the company building in his high school uniform, waiting for me to pinch the time when I could get off work on time, and he was holding a certificate paper tube for storing graduation certificates, with a golden tassel on it, Flick and flick.

He got on the tram with me and went home.My mother had to go back two days ago because of an urgent matter at her natal family. Yesterday, she called the landline at home. Dazai answered the call. My mother told him that she would be back in two days. The curry is frozen and stored in the refrigerator, but it can be eaten for two or three days.

Therefore, when Osamu Dazai and I entered the house, kissed together as if we could no longer bear it from the entrance, and wanted to implement the next step of this kiss, neither he nor I thought that—— There are people.

I heard the sound of the kitchen door opening, my father's furious roar, and the sound of the wind passing by my ears as the ashtray was smashed hard, the glass ashtray hit the door panel, and then fell Going down, there was a dry and clear loud noise, and it fell into a piece of shattered transparent dregs.

Then, as if I couldn't hear any sound, I subconsciously reached out and touched my ears.

It felt warm and sticky to the touch.