Personality is probably to see a cute one [Comprehensive]

Save or not?

First of all, the opponent is a human being, not a water ghost.

Secondly, the perspective skeleton is the human skeleton, and it is not the personality holder of the floating fish.

Then, no matter whether the other party accidentally fell into the water or committed suicide by throwing himself into the river, as a good boy with normal human psychology and the ability to catch the other party, just watch the other party sink silently into the dark Tsurumi River, let The fire of the soul is extinguished under the icy night...

It will be a nightmare.

In the next moment, Qi Mu Youzhen appeared by the river, stepped on the water like a fairy on the lake, without any waves.He raised his hand to hold the wet ankle of the other person accurately, lifted him out of the water like pulling a carrot, and shook the water on the person mercilessly in mid-air, as if he was a moron The emotional cook was holding the fish tail and shaking the salt grains on the salted fish, until the other party spit out the water in his mouth, nose and lungs with a wow, then slowly landed on the grass, put him down, turned around and left.

He also has to deal with the matter of the time-traveling army. If this guy wants to die, he will go into the water again. If he just needs to be rescued, he doesn't owe a thank you, it's just a small matter of doing good.

Then he was grabbed tightly by the ankle.

"Cough, cough, cough..." It was a young man, smelling like water, trying to support himself with his other arm, turn over and kneel beside Youzhen's legs, retching and coughing for a while like a drunk guy.

Then he raised his head, and with the help of the dim streetlights in front of the dilapidated residential apartment in the distance, under the starry night sky, he saw the slender young man with an expressionless face who looked like a god or an angel.

"Wow, am I in heaven?"

Wet black hair was stuck to the pale face, and the black almond eyes shone brightly, smiling innocently at the beautiful young man.

There was a dangerous sweetness in his voice.

Yuuma looked down at the guy who was holding on to his trouser leg as if he wanted to rely on him.

The man had a pretty face with a little baby fat.

Like an innocent child, but also like a demon from hell.

That kind of sweetness is the poison from the abyss—those dark eyes seem to be affectionate, but they are a pair of cold and empty windows full of boring people watching the whole world with their hands on their hands.

There is only bottomless darkness in the window.

Yuma likes beauties, but beauties don't just refer to faces.

Beauty looks at the bones, and for those who have a clear mind, of course, it also includes their gleaming beauty.

This person wears a good-looking skin, but the essence is a deep black that can swallow everything.

——It was a guy who was not interested in him at all and would cause countless troubles with his intuition, and he just needed to avoid him and not get involved.

"No, this is the human world." Youzhen bent down to break the man's hand holding his trouser leg, "Since you've woken up, it's none of my business whether you live or die next."

"Eh? Little angel, you are so indifferent—" The boy dragged out his voice, his voice was slightly hoarse after coughing over the river just now, and he leaned forward even more ambiguously, and took advantage of the opportunity to hold the hand of the blue-haired boy, as if It was like a sticky dog ​​skin plaster, "You are so beautiful, since it is fate to save me, I will not pursue your superfluous actions of preventing me from entering the water, how about making friends?"

Qi Mu Youzhen just wanted to forcibly shake off this troublesome guy when he heard the other party's self-introduction.

"My name is Osamu Dazai, what's your name, angel?"

Qi Muyou really stopped.

He met the other party's meaningful eyes in disbelief: "What did you say is your name?"

"Dazai, Dazai~" the black-haired boy happily repeated his name, and the smile on his lips deepened, "Beautiful angel boy, have you heard my name in heaven? Sure enough, you want to take me away from this place Is the world going to the other side of Huangquan?"

"...Angel and Huang Quan shouldn't be in the same system." Youzhen's movement of pulling the opponent away has changed to pulling the opponent to stand up, even when this person has been floating in the water for too long, his legs are weak and he can't stand still, he still stretches silently He shot and let the opponent fall into his arms.

"Wow, you smell so good!" Osamu Dazai immediately began rubbing the river silt and grass leaves on the opponent's white shirt, apologizing without regret while rubbing, "I'm sorry I stained your clothes, it's not as good as ours Take a bath together? Is your house nearby?"

Qi Muyou was silent for a moment.

This guy is... No, this guy is actually Mr. Osamu Dazai from the parallel world.

The moment he heard the name, he was convinced of this matter.

He thought of "Disqualification in the World" and Ohba Yozo.

I thought of the kind and transparent boy who looked at the world gently but at a loss.

[My whole life is full of shame. 】

[Cowards are afraid of happiness, they will be hurt when they touch cotton, and sometimes they will be hurt by happiness. 】

[The so-called world, isn't it you? 】

Yuma's movements of hugging her suddenly froze, at a loss for what to do.

He knew that the writers in the parallel world were not the writers who wrote those works, but he saw something similar to the words that moved him from them.

It's like the brand-new and vivid projections born after the integration of those literary giants and their works, full of irresistible charm.

If, if it is Mr. Dazai... what should we do?

He thought of Ye Zang's death in the water in the book, and in reality, the wet and warm touch of the other party made him a little bit afraid.

However, he doesn't like pure darkness.

But, can anyone really represent pure blackness?

【The so-called happiness, isn't it just like the shining alluvial gold that sinks to the bottom of the river of sorrow? --"setting sun"】

Reason and intuition are all telling Qi Mu Youzhen, let go of this person quickly, push him away without hesitation, mercy, or nostalgia, and don't get involved with this person——

Then he cupped the black-haired boy's cheeks with both hands, and looked seriously at his eyes that were so dark that they almost devoured people, as if he was looking for alluvial gold at the bottom of the river.

"There are stars shining in your eyes." The lips of the young man from another world finally curled into a faint smile, "Although it looks like a flame that is so fragile that it will be extinguished at any time, a star is a star."

As long as there is a light source, the moon can also reflect the brilliance of the sun and become a skylight that illuminates the night.

Yuma embraced the other party's waist with one hand, and pressed the back of the other party's wet head with the other hand, rubbing lightly on the back of this young man who was about the same height as her, as if comforting a lonely soul crying alone.

It is true that Mr. Dazai, who wrote those books, is interested in this boy who should have cut off the germ of fate.

But what he saw was the starlight that belonged to the boy's dark soul.

That was a glimmer of delusional hope that the young Dazai boy who wanted to give up the whole world, including his own life, would never give up no matter what he went through.

It was a gentle, timid little star who might disappear suddenly one day if she didn't take good care of her. She was beautiful and stubborn and wanted to illuminate all the dark stars for herself.

——Since I saw it, I couldn’t let it go.

Qi Muyou really laughed helplessly, those blue eyes were like an endless and all-encompassing sea under the night sky, quietly rippled by the wind, the tide ebbed and flowed.

Gentle, firm, incomparably strong.

"I love so much."

Who can refuse the little star that is trying to shine in the dark world.

"My name is Qi Mu Youzhen. I live upstairs from the residents behind. There is hot water and a change of clothes at home. Do you want to come?"

"Well, that will be a great help! Please."

That sweet voice was very cheerful.

Dazai Osamu followed Saiki Yuma, stepping on the grass on the embankment, and walked up.

As long as you are not blind, you can see the obvious change in the attitude of the other party.

The name is the trigger.

But the result was... himself?

【I like it very much. 】

After entering the water and ashore in October, I was blown by the night wind, and my wet clothes stuck to my skin, and my whole body was chilling.

However, for some reason, a burning emotion ignited in his heart.

The 14-year-old Dazai boy has been able to see the essence of many things, but he has not yet the ability to love others.

He would just stand in the dark world, stare at the boy's long blue ponytail with those dark eyes, let the strange but strong feelings gradually deteriorate, and then hide in the depths of his soul that no one can see.

A smile is a deliberate overdose of sweetness painted on the body.

The soul is an incomprehensible madness of pain that dances tentatively on the brink of death.

In the end, he returned to the boring emptiness and loneliness, and continued to hide his true self behind those iris-colored almond eyes, and stared at this oxidized and decayed world indifferently.

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It's just that Youzhen didn't come back for three days. There was no dust in the house, and even the air became extremely fresh through the filtration.

Osamu Dazai followed the other party into the entrance.

"You don't have any spare slippers, so why don't you just go into the bathroom with bare feet?" Youzhen pointed in the direction of the bathroom, "I'll turn on the hot water, you remember to adjust the temperature, you can use all the washing tools in the bathroom except my toothbrush—a new toothbrush In the cupboard at the sink."

"Okay, thank you~"

Yuuma was noncommittal to Dazai's smirk.

The other party is the complete opposite of him.

But he had read the works of another Mr. Dazai and was obsessed with those words, so he formed a fate.

Then, while staring into those eyes, he accidentally saw the memory of the other party, and found a little star that he didn't even notice. Inexplicably, he felt a need to take care of that cute little star.

If this Dazai of the same age itself represents darkness, then the fact that he is always trying to find a reason to live is the "little star" that keeps the fire of his soul burning.

Human beings are creatures who easily give up their ego and dreams in the face of hopeless reality.

But Dazai... Even if there is nothing unexpected in this world, and he can't see any reason to live, he is still looking for a reason.

Because of being smart, he went to the end of loneliness, and because of being smart, he worked hard to stay among the crowd to find the miracles that belonged to human beings and himself.

However, in the memory that he saw in a hurry, is there a person named Mori Ogai beside him...?

That is the author's introduction, and is known as Natsume Soseki and Akutagawa Ryunosuke as the three major literary giants in modern Japanese literature!

Qi Muyou really rubbed his little hands excitedly, and decided to send this Osamu Dazai home to confirm the house number of that clinic in person!

Compared to the troublesome Dazai like black mud, of course Mr. Mori makes him want to move!

What he likes is the little star in Dazai's heart, not Dazai himself!

While cutting ginger slices, Saiki Yuma prepared to cook some ginger soup for the black mud boy who was salvaged from the icy river, while full of fantasies about Mori Ogai, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.

Fantasy is always nice.

"Ah-choo!" The boy Dazai sat on the sofa, wrapped in Saiki Yuma's yukata, sniffling, with tears in his eyes, and a wet bandaged calf was exposed under the kimono yukata, "I'm going tonight Can I sleep here?"

Saiki Yuma: ...

Qi Muyouzhen stepped forward with a blank face, and tore off the skirt of the other party's bathrobe.

"Hey! I didn't expect you to be this kind of person! You actually have to use someone else's body to pay for a night's stay!"

Qi Muyou really touched the warm bandage on the opponent's chest that was dripping with water.

What the hell did you take in a magical hot bath!

The blue-haired boy put the hair dryer beside Osamu Dazai with a blank expression.

"Dry your hair while I go out and buy you some new bandages."

I don't know what's wrong with it, but at least it's more comfortable to sleep with a dry bandage on.

"What, you are actually a good person!"

Saiki Yuma: ...

"Drink all the ginger soup, too."

"No, I don't like it too spicy!"

"Then wait for the cold medicine."

"The medicine is too bitter, I don't want it!"

"invalid objection."

"Wow, overbearing! Excessive! You are not an angel at all!"

"I'm a pure-blood human, just like you, thank you."

Carrying a bag of bandages, men's indoor shoes, cold medicine and antipyretics, and candy on the way back to the apartment, Qi Mu Youzhen always felt as if he had forgotten something.

Forget it, send an email to Atobu and say that I will go back tomorrow morning.

The space-time retrograde soldiers who were completely forgotten: ... huh?