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She was leaving him, as he had done to her before.

A shattered mirror is just shattered. Even if it is glued together again, the surface will be covered with ugly cracks, dividing the reflected hearts into broken pieces.

After resolutely saying those words, Shuangye faced Tuosi's purple eyes straight, as if maintaining the last stubborn spider thread hanging down from the gods and Buddhas in the eyes.

Before the struggling spider thread broke, she heard an inaudible sigh escaping from her ears.

Dazai carried her back and blocked Shimoha from that sight that would make her feel complicated again if she looked at it for just one more second.

This is her lover, who can turn into the gentlest lake to comfort her when he treats himself normally, but at critical moments, it becomes the hardest armor to protect her.In the place she didn't see, Dazai looked at the opposite side carelessly, but in the gap between blinking his eyes indifferently, it seemed to be able to project thousands of cold thin blades.

"Devil, it doesn't matter if you don't tell the truth. I didn't have any expectations for this from the beginning... But, no matter how many schemes people have planned, in the face of the contingency and the fate given When it is unfair, it will be crushed into dust."

"It is impossible for your plan to go exactly as you wish."

Dazai made a prophecy with a smile, and met the eyes of the other party without fear. After these words, the whole space seemed to become a calm Nagi, even his breathing was still.

He was not in the mood to continue the conversation with Tuosi, so he turned around and touched Shuangye's hair, and said softly to her with a completely opposite attitude: "Let's go, little Shuangye."

Shuang Ye nodded silently, and the people behind her did not make a sound to persuade her to stay this time.

However, when she walked a few steps away, she turned her head in this unbearable silence, and looked at the young man in white who happened to meet her gaze.

It would be a lie to say that the mood is not complicated.

Shuangye took a deep breath, and immediately uttered a dejected sentence: "Over the years, I have really wronged you for so long acting on every occasion."

However, she thought that after telling the truth for him, out of even a little bit of guilt, he should not receive any response.

But there was a real voice coming from behind.

"You are wrong, I never compromise myself."

When he turned his head away, Tuosi looked calm, and his tone seemed to be stating a predictable fact, "You will feel pain because our ideas collided. If our ideas are destined to be incompatible, then we must Let's choose one of them."

But presumably, the idea that was finally defeated would burn everything in the other party, including the soul.

……

Walking off the cruise ship, the sea breeze blew the hair of the two people who were stepping on the gangway.

Dazai walked forward, suddenly looked at Shuangye beside him who was out of state, and asked softly: "Are you still thinking about what you just said?"

Shuang Ye escaped from her thoughts, for a moment, she shook her head, raised her head and asked him: "Why did you bring me here today?"

Originally Shimoba didn't intend to follow, but after Dazai hung up the phone and told everything, he took the initiative to ask her for her opinion, asking her if she would like to go together, which created today's scene.

"I just want to take you to try to face the things you avoided in the past, and then you may find... Look, it's not that scary."

The cold wind with the smell of sea water blows away his hair little by little, revealing the handsome and bright face of the black-haired young man.Shuang Ye saw him dismissing the surrounding subordinates with a wave of his hand. The two of them stood on the ground of the wide and uninhabited port dock, and the surrounding gradually became silent.

She couldn't help opening a gap between her lips, and she seemed to want to express something in those white lips, but Shuangye was like a child who hadn't learned how to speak, she was dumb.

Dating back to the stage when children have not yet learned to speak, what sounds do they make?

In fact, it is the cry of a child.

"Azai, I..." Shuang Ye, who was not as calm as the surface, wanted to say something meaningless in a pale manner.

Before she could speak, her lips raised an index finger considerately, stopping her attempt to show the pain again.

The black-haired young man in front of him came down and rested his head on her forehead. For a moment, Shuangye could only feel the hazy black hair fluttering around.

"You don't have to force yourself to speak, I can hear whatever you want to say in your heart—"

"And, I think..."

He suddenly chuckled and said, "Your lips are born to kiss me, not to cry out in pain."

Shuangye's fingers seemed to be clenched quietly in these words, as if the shackles on her body had been removed one by one by him.

As if there was a tacit understanding, at the moment when Dazai's index finger moved away, Shimoha raised her hand and grabbed the tie in front of his skirt, and met his approaching lips as he wished.

The bandaged arms held her tightly in his arms at the same time, as if to separate all the flowers and water flowing through the darkness.

The unparalleled loneliness is filled with each other's sincerity at this moment.

The sea breeze in Yokohama in winter is raging, and the coldness makes people's cheeks hurt, but this hug is like soaking in hot springs from body to heart, full of warmth.

Going back that night, Shuangye, who fell into a deep sleep, had a rare dream about the past.

She had met Fedya when she had almost finished her sad trip to Italy and traveled to Siberia. At that time, she was invited to protect this beautiful boy who was as weak as a snow elf for a long time.

In fact, Shuangye has seen many good-looking people before, but it is the first time Shuangye has seen someone with a unique temperament like him.

This Russian guy is so knowledgeable that he can catch every topic she throws at will, and he has a lot of conversation resources, so he won't let her every sentence fall through.

He is as perfect as a flawless "God-man", but the vulgar Shuangye is actually not interested in the "God-man".

What really interests me is the side that he inadvertently reveals as an ordinary person.

The Russian name is long and convoluted, and it took Shuangye a long time to remember his name at first.

"Fyodor Dovtoevsky . . . " she repeated with a deadpan, bitter heart.

And Fedya next to him took the trouble to correct him with that nice voice: "It's Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky."

The 'devil man' really lived up to his reputation. He looked calm on the surface, but he was actually a gentle devil teacher on the surface who was as strict as the dean. Fortunately, he didn't insist on imposing copying.

Or one of them might someday be neither.

The scene of learning Russian like this, especially Feiya's name, appeared almost a hundred times at the beginning. Although Shuangye and Feiya were not very good at learning names, she was very good at learning how to use "Sukabule" from Pushkin. .A lovelorn woman is more terrifying. It can be said that since Shuangye left Bailan, she learned to smoke and drag racing all kinds of bad habits.

And learned how to abuse ex-boyfriends in fancy ways, and can write a full page of letter paper in various languages ​​to anger an Italian.She tried to send such letters of retaliation many times, but unfortunately, everything fell into the sea, and she did not receive any response from the other party.

It wasn't until the day Fei Jia found out that she was a bad student, that she stared at her for a long time with those silent eyes all day long, until Shuang Ye's scalp became numb, that she got rid of all the words that greeted the whole family from her mind. delete.

Since it is impossible to enrich the vocabulary of multi-national insults, I can only resign myself to my fate and study hard, striving to become a well-educated, calm, self-possessed and gentle woman.

But in the end, Shuangye was still impatient with the lengthy name, and decided on the final address for someone: "Fiorleans Miha... Forget it, Fei Jia."

In fact, Russians don’t call people by their names very much, and calling out pet names is undoubtedly something that only people with close relationships will do.At that time, the two looked at each other for a long time, as if to see who would blink first and admit defeat.But in the end, of course, Shuangye won the final victory.

The nocturnal mouse who always stays up late to code the program has red bloodshot eyes and doesn't know how much it can last for a few seconds.On the contrary, he felt his eyes sore from behind, and couldn't help rubbing his eye sockets.

Inexplicably, Shuangye found cuteness in him again.

All kinds of childish little details will always come out from Fei Jia's inadvertent moments, and it has successfully allowed Shuangye to see more about him.

For example, he likes not to sleep in the middle of the night, is prone to anemia, picky eaters, loves to lie, and usually likes to stand barefoot on the cold floor.

Originally, Shuangye was too lazy to talk to him, but later she couldn't stand this bad habit and said a few words casually, but he really followed it obediently... and then returned to the original form within a few days.

As the days went by, the two became more and more acquainted, and the similar situation became more and more unmanageable. Dr. Shuangye decided to give up the treatment of Fei Jia's patient until the patient came to her in person.

"You don't care about me these days." At that time, he had a calm expression. Although there was no special expression, it just made people feel that he had done something heinous to this person.

It was the first time for Shuang Ye to see someone asking for trouble like this, and she couldn't help but put a row of question marks on her head: "??? Don't you think it's troublesome to be controlled?"

In the past, she could deal with the disobedient Bai Lan, but now she doesn't have that kind of close relationship with this beautiful fur.

Might as well ignore it.

As a result, he felt uncomfortable.

The young man standing barefoot on the ground moved his toes imperceptibly, and tilted his head slightly to say something to her. After a while, he raised his eyes and said, "Only you, I am willing to be controlled by you."

The most exciting thing in the world is nothing more than the so-called "unique" and the so-called "special status".Once he has made this head, the progress is like opening the lid of a magic box, making it impossible to turn back.

Shuangye pursed her lips subconsciously in these words, and she stepped forward step by step, until she stopped in front of the young man, Shuangye's index finger hooked the other's little finger.

He didn't refuse, just tightened that finger.

But while the two were living in peace, Fei Jia suddenly sneezed.

"Ha, sneeze—"

Most afraid of the sudden silence of the air, the two people who hooked their fingers at each other suddenly looked at each other speechlessly at this moment, and suddenly at a certain moment, Shuang Ye laughed: "Pfft——"

That was the first smile she showed after leaving Italy.

Compared with Shuangye who struggled to memorize the names of Russian people, Fei Jia actually had frequent occurrences when he memorized her name.

"Shuangye." When she heard her name from the other party's mouth for the first time, she thought it was an auditory hallucination.

So Fedya yelled again, and he said it in Japanese, with a perfect accent, and every note was like a beautiful piece of music passing through his hair.Frost Leaf was attracted by this sound and turned his head away. He was sitting barefoot by the bay window at that time, closing his eyelids as if he was taking a nap, and the holy light fell on his curled eyelashes through the window screen, as if The soft white feathers fluttered, making this scene extremely beautiful.

"Shuangye, can I call you that from now on?"

He wasn't really asleep.

When he said these words, the boy in white raised his hand and slightly lowered the book covering his face, only revealing a pair of mysterious purple crystals in his eyes, quietly reflecting her in the smooth and seamless section under the sun.

Her name seemed to be chanted into a beautiful poem by him.

but……

"Didn't you think you were wrong before, didn't you!" Shuang Ye exposed him expressionlessly.

So Fei Jia closed his eyes again, slid down and covered the book again to pretend to be asleep, and Shuang Ye, who was walked by the quick-paced meteor, took the book down.The face that lost its cover was completely covered by the sunlight outside the window for a moment. The dazzling boy trembled his eyelashes, and opened his eyes after a few seconds like shaking off the crystals at the ends of the eyelashes.

"Because I want you to stay with me and teach me longer."

The lazy tone that seemed to be sleeping but not sleeping sounded like it was true or not.

However, Shuangye managed to stop her movements, leaving only the delicate and innocent face of the young man in white who looked at him and didn't know what he said.

No, he probably knew.

Seeing Fei Jia's expression that turned into a half-smile in the next second, Shuangye always felt as if she had to step into a soft trap, sinking deeper and deeper.

In order to compete, Shuang Ye turned around afterwards and secretly copied Fei Jia's name a hundred times, and finally memorized his full name.

If you are not in arrears or in arrears, there will be no nostalgia.

She is destined to be a bird drifting with the wind, without any warm nest to stay in.

The task time is longer than expected, and I don't know what kind of enemies he has provoked. There are always killers who want to take his life. Now that they have all come, the 'guests' are naturally left behind by Shuangye .

The white snow outside the house fell and stopped, stopped and fell, and stayed for too long, gradually giving Shuang Ye a sense of crisis that she was about to adapt to all this, so she wanted to propose to leave.

Before I was driven away, who was able to stay for a short time.

She and Fei Jia were sitting together on the same rotten crossbar outdoors. The snow had stopped, and the thick white snow had accumulated around it, making it soft and crunching when stepped on.

The kind Russian has a high level of musical attainment and is good at any musical instrument. At this time, he was teaching her how to play the harmonica on a whim.

Frost Leaf is very easy to get started as long as it is technical. Although it is the first contact, she has successfully blown the syllables.

Confused, he picked a piece of music that he had played for himself.

But it was probably because of depression in her heart that day, Fei Jia could clearly see that she didn't express her emotions.

"The soul of the performer can be heard in the music. You are in a bad state now."

"...Probably shows that my soul is only at this level." As if she had completely lost interest in playing, Shuang Ye let go of the harmonica, and directly proposed her own thoughts to him: "The employment deadline is up next month, I'll just leave."

She knew that she was getting deeper and deeper in the snowball.

But Fei Jia didn't say anything at first. He took back Shuangye's harmonica silently, not minding that it was stained with her breath, and played it skillfully by his lips. loneliness.

Like another melancholy snow falling from the sky, hexagonal snowflakes made from adagios fell down, hiding all secret loves under the snow.

"Do you want a home?"

After a while, he put down his harmonica and turned his head slightly, his smooth black hair slid away beside his brows, revealing a pair of rose-purple eyes under his bangs that seemed to be captivating.

"If you have nowhere to go, just stay with me," he said.

Not 'don't go', but 'stay'.

Shuangye often can't figure out what this person is thinking. He usually treats people with a polite and polite attitude. There is an essential indifference under the gentle surface, but at the same time, he shows a warm side at certain moments.

Occasionally, he would take Shuangye to wander the streets, and when he saw music lovers performing street performances with musical instruments, he would stop for a short time, hear wonderful places, and even deliver tips with a smile on his face; The sloppy middle-aged man who was drunk and passed out on the side of the road, when he was begging with a smile, he didn't even bother to give alms with a contemptuous look.

When Shuangye was confused, the thin boy in white just calmly looked at the distance at the end of the street, and after a while, he said something——

[Poverty is not a crime, this is the truth.Heating wine is not a virtue, it is the truth.But begging is a sin. 】

Although a person is poor, he can still maintain his innate noble virtues. Once he decides to beg from others, it is tantamount to insulting himself first.

In the eyes of a man like Dostoevsky, the world is full of sins and ignorance, and she is expected to be one of them. Shuangye really can't think of anything worthy of his retention.

"If you want someone to take care of you, Ivan can do it for you. If you want someone to protect your safety, there are other options...it doesn't have to be me."

But Fei Jia stretched out his fingertips, and for a moment, Shuang Ye thought that he was going to give her 'salvation'.

But that was indeed salvation for her.

"Your soul is not as bad as you imagined, at least, I think it is very beautiful."

The boy in white gently brushed aside her forehead hair, and where the fingertips touched, it seemed that she had accidentally left a beam of light in her mind.The corners of his light-colored lips evoked a gentle arc, and with a simple sentence, he easily gave a new life to a 'killing angel' who was addicted to the past.

"Be my lover." Fei Jia said to her lightly and slowly, "If someone doesn't know how to cherish, then I will cherish you."

The long-lost roar in the chest resounded again in this bewitching language.

From that moment, their story begins.

Because of the courage he gave, Shuangye once again took the hand that was outstretched.

She broke her own hard shell, and in order to get to the man, she went barefoot into the snow around him.Concerned about his physical condition, beat bears for him with bare hands, and occasionally snatched his soft white fur hat to wear for himself, and the two of them often curled up on the same sofa together, watching his slender fingers on the laptop keyboard Fly flexibly.

Fei Jia's black fur-collared cloak covers them at the same time, wrapping them together, making the picture look like two small animals cuddling together for warmth in a winter night.

At that time, Shuangye suddenly understood why Little Bear likes to hide the honey jar.

Because the amount of sugar in it is sweet enough.

The pain she had suffered on Bailan faded away during the countless beautiful days and nights she spent with Fei Jia in Siberia, and the deadline for protecting this person could not help but be silently carried on forever by Shuangye in her heart.

Unwilling people once commented on him: Dostoevsky is like a soulless vampire, talking to him will take away his mind.

But in front of Shuangye, this person will always show her the side she likes.

But Shuangye doesn't need this kindness.

"It's okay to expose those bad sides in front of me, I've decided to like even that part of you."

She held Fei Jia's hand and kissed it, the corners of her lips curled slightly, her silver eyes looked at the slender figure opposite, a pair of thick eyelashes transcended the mortal world like fluttering butterfly wings, Fly to his fingertips.

"So it doesn't matter if you are a red apple with a rotten core, even if it is rotten, it is still my red apple."

"..."

But he is very clear that he is not such a sweet and attractive fruit.

The boy in white was silent for a long time at this moment.

In the end, Fei Jia's fingertips resting next to her eyelashes slipped aside, as lightly as if the moonlight was caressing her outline, and gently rubbing her fingertips on it.

Shuang Ye watched helplessly, and his lips, which were as thin as petals, let out a sigh: "Can you tolerate the brilliance of the 'evil of human nature'..."

The sins of the world cannot be simply forgiven, and someone must purify these sins.

At that time, Shuangye didn't understand the reason for his sigh, but she didn't expect that it was this error that would cause her to be surrounded by struggle and anxiety until the end.

After that time, Fei Jia no longer concealed her identity from her.

At first, Shuangye only knew that he was the leader of the underground thieves group "Rats of the Dead House", but as he gradually revealed, Shuangye finally came into contact with the tip of the iceberg that was deeper in this cold man's heart.

Know his ideal, know what he wants to do.

"I want to rebuild a world free from all evil."

Dostoevsky, he told himself the truth.

He has been pursuing something extremely noble from the beginning, and has been working hard towards that end.He has a pale and slender appearance, but he carries a saintly devotion and fanaticism. For that lofty ideal, he can resolutely turn into a stone knocking on the pilgrimage road.

And he thinks that 'power' itself is a crime.

Unknowingly, Shuangye began to feel out of breath.

The moment she stood on the result of destroying a city with her own hands, Shuangye could no longer move half an inch.

The dry black blood of the dead still remained at the feet, and the flames rising around the ruined walls were scorching like cursed ruby ​​powder, illuminating the figures of their group.

Shuangye was silent for a long time, until the white figure stood in front of her, she parted the corner of her lips and said, "Fei Jia, are all these sacrifices necessary for the 'ideal'?"

In fact, she still wanted to ask more questions, such as whether she, who possesses "supernatural powers", will eventually become the target of his "purging"?Another example, in the end, how will he arrange 'himself'?

But the words came to the mouth of the throat, but could not be vented in the end, the words were stuck in the throat like a fishbone, and the root of the tongue was tortured to the point of iron smell.

Even if she didn't ask the latter, she could probably guess it.

Separated from her and his souls, is Fedya's extreme love for the whole world.

Under this heavy love, sooner or later, everything will be destroyed.

As if aware of her anxiety and hesitation, Fei Jia walked over quietly, opened his cloak, and hugged his beloved bird in his arms.

"There is no need to be afraid, Shuangye..." He whispered as if praying, "Even if you will be swallowed by the evil fire of hell, everything will be mine."

Surrounded by ferocious flames.

The temperature of this hug is different from what Shimoha got from Dazai.

It was clear that there was a raging fire on the shore, but Frost Leaf was living in his empty embrace, while the wind from the ice field kept pouring in. When he closed his eyes and buried his head in his embrace, he felt that the whole world was dark and cold.

As if to invite her to sink together.