My cubs are all blackened

'Will anyone be sad when I die? '

Ye Lian would occasionally think about this question.

Some people may think this question is ridiculous, after all, Ye Lian is a powerful big monster, whose lifespan is much, much longer than that of humans.

However, monsters can also die.

As long as the heart is crushed, any creature will die. Ye Lian has never been so arrogant that he thinks that he will never die.

But compared to death, what he cares more about is if his body drifts away with the wind like particles, then what will be left in this world in the end.

The soul dies, the body ceases to exist, and nothing in the world can be taken away. Thinking about it carefully, it is really a very lonely thing.

When he died, would anyone miss him and feel sad for him?

Ye Lian wanted to know about this very much.

When he opened his eyes in a daze, what appeared in his vision was a vast sea. The surface of the blue sea was sparkling, reflecting beautiful luster.

Ye Lian floated in mid-air, his body was translucent, his whole body was so light, he didn't seem to feel the existence of gravity. Occasionally, when the sea breeze blew, he subconsciously felt that he would be swept away by the strong wind.

He has no way to control his body, he can only turn his eyes within a certain range.

His eyes fell on the bottom, which was a garden full of stone monuments, flowers, and green grass. The design of the garden was clean and beautiful, and it felt like spring was blooming and the sun was just right.

Rows of men in suits and leather shoes, with white flowers pinned to their chests, surrounded one of the steles, their heads bowed, their faces full of seriousness and gravity.

The most conspicuous people stood directly opposite the stele, and the expressions on their faces were more complicated than those of the others.

Ye Lian was slightly taken aback.

Because he noticed that these people had the exact same faces of Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuya, Nakajima Atsushi, Akutagawa Ryunosuke, and Mori Ogai.

In this familiar small group, he was the only one who did not exist, and the familiar Chinese characters engraved on the stone tablet made him finally understand the truth of the matter.

Osamu Dazai and the others attended a funeral belonging to the Mafia.

It was Ye Lian's own funeral.

——So...he was already dead.

In a daze, Ye Lian came to such a conclusion.

Regarding the matter of death, Ye Lian didn't have too many thoughts, on the contrary, he was a little curious. It turns out that this is the feeling of death, so strange... or something like that.

What he cared more about was the attitude of Osamu Dazai and others towards him after his death.

The funeral was held in a grand manner. All the subordinates of the mafia threw the white flowers in their hands into the empty coffin. After a collective silence for 3 minutes, the space was reserved for the upper-level people.

The sharp decrease in the number of people allowed Ye Lian to clearly see the subtle movements of each of them.

For example, Atsushi Nakajima, the corners of his eyes were red, and he was still wiping his eyes with his cuffs from time to time. For example, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, the child’s expression was a dazed and helpless expression that had never been shown before, as if he hadn’t accepted Ye Lian’s death yet. fact.

Mori Ogai's calm face made it impossible to imagine his mood at the moment, while Nakahara Chuya's body was trembling slightly, his expression was sullen, his teeth were clenched, and the blue veins popping out on his forehead from time to time proved that he was breaking out. Edge, don't want to stay here for a moment.

Only Osamu Dazai, the child he cared about the most, stared at the cold tombstone with a pair of unwavering kite eyes, raised his slender fingers to stroke gently, and silently made a few mouth shapes with his lips.

Ye Lian didn't see it clearly, he read it several times and found that Osamu Dazai was most likely saying the words 'wait for me'.

The mere existence of this possibility made Ye Lian frowned, and felt a little uneasy in his heart.

But it seems that his worries are superfluous for the time being, and Dazai Osamu will live a peaceful life as before, or rather...too quiet.

Even Nakahara Naka would go to the bar all night until dawn, and came back drunk after drinking, while Dazai Osamu just sat numbly in Ye Lian's former room, leaning on the chair casually, using those dark eyes, Staring at the void in a daze.

He no longer started working, and he no longer spoke in a slightly frivolous tone. Even if someone spoke to him, it seemed as if he hadn't heard it.

Ye Lian looked at him, feeling extremely distressed.

This makes him no longer like a human being, but like a puppet who has lost his emotion and heart, living mechanically.

What was wrong with him also triggered discussions within the organization. As the discussion grew louder, Atsushi Nakajima took the lead in reaching out to Dazai Zhi, and decided to take Dazai Zhi away from Ye Lian's sorrow of leaving.

He is a very good boy, but it is a pity that the docile approach cannot reach Dazai Osamu's closed heart, no matter what he does, Dazai Osamu will not have the slightest reaction.

This state continued day by day, and eventually even Nakahara was angered by Osamu Dazai like this.

On that day, Nakahara Nakaya held Dazai Osamu by the collar and slammed his fist on Dazai Osamu's face, and Dazai Osamu endured the pain without any resistance, just staring at all this with indifferent eyes.

"What will he think when he sees you like this!"

Like a raging beast, Nakahara Chuya's eyes were bloodshot, and he beat Dazai Osamu with all his strength, trying to wake up the bastard.

"He will be very disappointed! You are a bastard Dazai!! Even if he is dead, he will not let him feel at ease!"

Although Ye Lian was very painful to watch the hand-to-hand combat between the two, Ye Lian had to admit that what Zhong Yuan Zhong also said was exactly what he thought.

He told the truth.

Perhaps it was the word 'death' that stimulated Osamu Dazai, a flash of light flashed across Osamu Dazai's eyes, and when Nakahara Nakaya didn't notice for a moment, he raised his fist suddenly.

The two fought together without relying on supernatural powers, but the pure strength still beat each other's nose and face swollen. If Atsushi Nakajima hadn't rushed over after hearing the sound, he might have fought to the point of exhaustion.

After that, Osamu Dazai changed unexpectedly.

A snow-white bandage was wrapped around his body, and thick gauze was wrapped around his cheeks, but Dazai Osamu's expression carried the old smile.

He carefully sorted out the messy documents on the desktop, processed all the documents that required his signature, and then went to his own department to conduct inspections as usual.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that Mr. Dazai had finally recovered from his grief.

But Ye Lian faintly sensed that it was probably more like the eve of a storm, and under that calm face, there was madness and darkness hidden.

Sure enough, on a dark and windy night.

Osamu Dazai was standing on the edge of the balcony on the roof, with the immeasurable abyss below him, and the moon shining like water when he looked up.

The dark-haired man watched all this with a smile on his lips.

Compared with the alienated and indifferent smile in the past, at this moment, his smile is more like a sense of relief, a sense of comfort that will be blown away by the wind.

"...It's finally here."

He let out this murmured sigh from his lips, and even though no one was present, he was still talking to himself.

"I've been looking forward to this moment, I'm really looking forward to it, I'm really looking forward to it."

He stretched out his arms, feeling the breeze blowing on his face, and the arc of his lips spread more and more.

"Choose to die with you today, will you feel my heart? You should be waiting for me, waiting for me to accompany you..."

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

Realizing what he was going to do, Ye Lian's eyes widened.

Today is the anniversary of that funeral for a full year, and everyone went to pay homage to his tombstone, but Osamu Dazai was planning a romantic martyrdom here.

"I finally waited for this moment, it was really long."

He stared into the distance with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his steps were about to move forward in a second. In just a moment, the scythe of death could easily harvest his soul and part with this world.

don't want……

don't do this...

Ye Lian cried out silently in his heart.

What he wants to see is never this kind of ending!

Please, don't die!

He stretched out his hand with all his strength, the fear in his eyes almost overflowed, and grabbed the corner of Dazai Osamu's clothes.

With a relieved expression, Osamu Dazai slowly, slowly, leaned his body forward, freely like a bird spreading its wings.

But his destination is not the vast sky, but the decaying soil.

It was impossible for Ye Lian to just watch the child die, he strode forward desperately, stretching his fingertips straight.

Osamu Dazai was within easy reach.

fell.

In an instant, flesh and blood splattered.

The combination of pale slate and dazzling red deeply hurt Ye Lian's eyes.

Ye Lian's breathing suddenly stagnated.

Suddenly, his brain became dizzy like lack of oxygen. When he finally shook his head and his vision gradually became clear, it was Osamu Dazai standing on the roof intact, staring at him with a somewhat surprised expression. The appearance of his position.

The brightness in those eyes made Ye Lian almost think that Dazai Zhi could see himself in this state.

"... Mr. Ye?"

But Osamu Dazai's pupils were out of focus, he kept scanning his surroundings, his voice trembling slightly: "...is that you?"

"Just now... were you talking?"

The choking voice could no longer be concealed, two clear tears fell from the corners of the youth's eyes, and he covered his cheeks with his palms helplessly, leaning forward, trembling on the verge of collapse.

"You, don't you want me to accompany you...then stay by my side all the time and don't go anywhere."

"Stay with me... liar."

Ye Lian wanted to speak, wanted to hug him, but he couldn't move a single bit, he could only quietly accompany the crying young man until the night fell and the bright early sun enveloped the earth.

Since then, Osamu Dazai never mentioned the word "sacrifice for love".

But for some reason, he chose to leave the Mafia, and instead joined the next-door Armed Detective Agency, taking Atsushi Nakajima and Ryunosuke Akutagawa with him.

They have something they can call home, and they can laugh and play.

Ye Lian looked at all this in relief, and suddenly felt that his wish was fulfilled, his only cares left in this world had lived a happy life, and he no longer needed to worry about them.

It's another spring, and Osamu Dazai will choose to sit on Ye Lian's tombstone on this day every year, and just sit for a day.

Ye Lian wanted to choose this day to bid farewell to Osamu Dazai. He looked at the mature and stable young man with a gentle smile on his lips.

"Mr. Ye."

Before he left, Osamu Dazai suddenly spoke. This was the first time he talked to Ye Lian's tombstone, and Ye Lian was a little surprised.

"Did you know that the world we live in is just a line in the vast universe. In fact, there are many parallel worlds, and each world line will be slightly different."

Ye Lian listened carefully, feeling that Osamu Dazai's lines were very meaningful.

The handsome young man held a beautiful rose in his hand, and his smile was as bright as a blooming flower.

"So, there must be a line, the world where you are still alive, the world where you are still by my side."

"You, are you willing to believe it?"

A haze appeared in Ye Lian's eyes.

If there is such a possibility, he is willing to believe it.

The palms hanging by his side were loosely closed, and he looked at the child whom he could no longer touch, and a complex flashed in his blue eyes.

If he could stay with this child all the time, he would be willing to—

pay any price.

- Drop drop.

Something sounded in Ye Lian's ears, and his heavy eyes finally opened, revealing the bewildered emerald luster inside.

At the first moment, he noticed a slight breathing sound beside him, but when he turned his head to look, his eyes suddenly enlarged.

It was Osamu Dazai's sleeping face.

So real, so comfortable.

Ye Lian couldn't help stretching out his finger and touching his fair cheek.

The thick eyelids of the person who was touched trembled, and then he opened his eyes, and warmth appeared in his kite-colored eyes, and he smiled happily at Ye Lian.

"Good morning."

Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand to hold Ye Lian's palm, it was warm and hot, and brought back Ye Lian's previous memories.

"What, did you have a nightmare?" Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes and asked as if seeing his dazed expression.

"...No." Ye Lian chuckled and rubbed his forehead with his fingertips: "It seems to be a very real dream, I can't tell the difference."

"It's just a dream."

Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes, and suddenly leaned over and kissed him on the lips.

Ye Lian looked at him helplessly, "Stop making trouble, get up."

"Yes—" the young man who likes to act like a baby said in a drawn out tone, but he still hugged his waist and refused to let go.

Buried in that reassuring atmosphere, he took a deep breath, his dark eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a bit of depth and gloom.

Yes, it was just a dream.

It was just a sad dream he didn't want to recall.

The author has something to say: Cough, fol Huadou is busy, as long as you understand it.

I won’t post the indescribable chapter on Ching Ming Festival, it will be posted tomorrow. This chapter is also a happy ending. I hope you like it~

This chapter draws on the death of the leader Zai~

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