[Comprehensive] Pass me the fire

I stared at him for a while, with calm eyes.Perhaps because of the lighting problem in the bar, the dim light shone obliquely on his face, adding a faint shadow to his fair and delicate skin, which made him look thinner for no reason, although he Not a very strong man.

My eyes just fell on the light shadow on his face.

Maybe it's because I stared at him for too long, he looked a little uncomfortable, the luster in the brown pupils flickered twice, like a shy candle that flickered on and off, and went off and on again.He blinked, lowered his head slightly, stretched out his hand and touched the tip of his nose with a clean finger a little embarrassedly.All the while he was looking at me the same way.

I changed the subject, pointed to the glass of vodka in front of him, and said solemnly: "I haven't touched that glass of wine, do you want to drink it?"

"Ah? Uh, actually, I'm not very good at drinking..." There was a slightly troubled expression on his face, as if it was hard to say that he couldn't drink, and this reaction made him look younger than his appearance some.I always feel he should be younger.

But soon, he laughed, and said in a relaxed and cheerful tone: "But today is an exception, after all, it is the last day."

I don't think I'm a person who is easily curious, but this person's words really made me feel strange, so I examined him with more probing eyes.I watched as he took a sip of the wine very easily, the expression on his face remained unchanged, and then he just put the glass back on its place, and quietly pushed the glass away with a silent resistance all over his body.

"The last day?" I repeated his words, tilted my head, and expressed my doubts.

He had a relieved expression on his face, like an office worker who finally finished working overtime and went home to take a rest. He nodded and said, "Well, that's right."

I continued: "What last day?"

He stopped talking.

At this moment, he glanced in my direction again, his eyes and furry head tilted towards me as if involuntarily.He calmly replied, "It's my last day in this world."

I:"……"

I froze for a moment, and didn't know what to say after I realized it.I think I should comfort him, but actually my comforting skills are terrible, I always make people angry for no reason, and this person doesn't seem to need much innocence - when he said this It's like saying that I'm going out tomorrow.

But in the eyes he looked at me, there was clearly some sadness.

Suddenly, I felt a little strange feeling from deep inside my body. How should I put it, it seemed that all the internal organs and organs were floating upwards in unison, pouring into the esophagus densely, scrambling to get out Mouth, the last mysterious and weird thing also left my body at the same time, floating above my head, looking down at my silent, stunned flesh with cold, temperatureless eyes. body.

I seemed to have finally found my tongue, and slowly asked, "Are you sick?"

He shook his head: "No."

"Actually, it's because of some bad things... I can't deal with it or avoid it, I can only solve it in this way," he smiled at me, "Sounds stupid, doesn't it?"

I thought about it, and tentatively guessed: "Ah, did you borrow usury and be chased?"

Him: "Uh..."

The other party's speechless and hard-to-justify reaction seemed to me a guilty conscience, so I couldn't help but look at it with "He obviously looks like a dog, but he is a poor ghost who owes a lot of debts, has no money to pay, and has no ambition." Looking at him with eyes, she sighed: "People who have no money are so pitiful."

"...I'm really sorry that I don't have any money."

I was silent for a while, then pointed to the alcohol displayed in the wine cabinet in front of me, and asked him, "Do you want to drink any more?"

"Thank you, but no need," he raised his finger and scratched his cheek, and said, "I don't seem to be very good at dealing with things like alcohol... Ah, because this is always said to be useless."

I didn't have any extra reactions, stared at him with the eyes of "It's so useless even if you don't have much money", and said, "It's nothing, please don't worry about it."

"...But you obviously showed an expression like looking at trash."

I comforted him: "Don't worry about it."

He couldn't help but say, "The place of comfort is wrong."

Seeing my expressionless face, he sighed softly as if he had suffered some subtle setback.Then, he raised his head and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, and said to me: "It's already this time...I'll take you back."

It was indeed getting late, late at night when a single girl sitting alone in a bar or walking down a deserted street would look dangerous.

I didn't agree immediately, but looked thoughtfully at Nakahara Chuya who was drunk beside me. He was already fast asleep, and his limp ocher red hair was like a flame that was about to go out.As his friend, I think I should take good care of him.

The bartender interjected at the right time: "Mr. Dazai found out that Mr. Nakahara was drunk here 5 minutes ago. I think he will come here to mock Mr. Nakahara within 10 minutes."

I immediately turned my head and said decisively, "Let's go."

If I meet Dazai in this kind of place, the latter will definitely use all kinds of methods to pull me to drink with him all night. Dealing with this guy is quite exhausting. I don't want to spend my energy and time on him body.

I followed this mild-looking, brown-haired young man down the empty street.

There are no stars or moon in the sky, and the only light is the street lamps on the side of the street.I walked behind the other party, keeping a close distance, watching him walk into the white light, and from the light into the dark night, his shadow also appears and disappears from time to time, and occasionally stretches long in front of him. under my feet.

"It's so quiet. This is not the same Yokohama as I remember." He turned his head, showing a small part of his face, and said to me.

I calmly replied: "Because this is the territory under the jurisdiction of the port mafia, even hooligans and gangsters know that they should avoid this place even when they die."

He was at a loss for words for a moment: "Uh, so it turns out..."

"You are not from Yokohama."

"Well, my hometown is a small Japanese town... have you heard of Namori?" he asked.

I thought for a while, then shook my head truthfully: "No. A place in the countryside?"

"...That's right." He suddenly thought of something, couldn't help laughing, and looked very happy.

"I lived there until I was 15 years old, and then I went to Italy. Although I go back to Japan five or six times a year, I couldn't find it every time."

I tilted my head and asked, "What are you looking for?"

He stopped, stopped under the street lamp, and stood in the light.He said softly: "Find someone."

"..."

Before I could continue asking, he took the initiative to change the topic, and said to me with a smile: "Speaking of which, do you like standing behind others so much?"

He was standing under the streetlight, and when he looked back at me, he just found that I was standing far behind him. This distance, which seemed absolutely safe and convenient to me, allowed me to stand outside the light source of the streetlight. On the ground, the bright white spot on the ground was only a step away from me, but I didn't plan to walk over it.

I shook my head and replied, "Because it's safe."

If you follow behind and keep a wide view, you can grasp the opponent's every move, and if you behave suspiciously, you can freely launch an attack or counterattack.

"Do I look dangerous?"

"...you are very strong."

This can only be distinguished with the naked eye.I can't even tell the difference between an ordinary person without the power to restrain a chicken and an expert who has experienced many battles. This person naturally belongs to the latter. He is an expert among experts. lion.

He said to me slowly, "But I won't hurt you. Never."

With that said, he raised his hand, stretched it out towards me, and said with a smile, "Come, come to me."

I hesitated, thinking about what reason I should use to reject him implicitly, but the other party stood there and waited for me with a gentle face, as if full of infinite patience.I stared at him for a while, and finally walked in his direction with some hesitation, towards the direction of the light.

I stepped on the ground covered with night, stepped on the white spots, walked to his side, and held his hand.

"Your hand..." He froze for a moment, then whispered, "It's so cold, do you feel cold?"

I shook my head.

He lowered his head and asked me again: "Then can I hold it tighter?"

"..." I didn't speak, but nodded.

He really held my hand tightly and firmly.

He seemed happy, and even couldn't help laughing when I occasionally shot him a curious look.When passing by a park, he gently tugged my hand, lowered his head and stared at me questioningly with expectant eyes.

...Children?I thought to myself.

I sat side by side with him on a bench in the park, and the cold light of the moon finally appeared in the sky.The night was already very deep, and the surroundings were quiet and quiet. In the silence, I only heard the sound of the other party breathing, and the sound of my own heart beating.The two voices intertwined rhythmically and rhythmically, and I started counting, and when I counted to No.30 six times, he finally spoke.

"Do you like your life now?" He suddenly asked me.

I thought about it for a while and replied, "I can live by just breathing. I can't say I like this kind of life."

"...That's it."

He paused, then asked again: "Do you want to live another life?"

I froze for a moment, and said, "This is impossible."

"...Nothing is impossible. It is only impossible if no one else does it. Why not try?"

Having said that, he raised his hand, and after a pause, he slowly stroked the top of my head, stroking my hair gently.

He continued: "The person I'm looking for has experienced some bad things, and her past is so far away that I can't even touch it... So during the time when she disappeared, apart from finding her , I also hope to do something for her, at least to give her a new life after she comes back."

"...Did you find it?"

"Well, I seem to have found it, but I don't seem to have it." He smiled and said.

I frowned: "..."

"But I'm running out of time," he whispered, "so I hope I can give her one last present."

"..."

He stared at me and said seriously: "Although you have experienced many bad things, I hope you know that you deserve a better life. Those pasts... all the pasts are borne by me, you just Just move forward, there are many happy things waiting for you, don't miss them."

"Tomorrow..." He paused and stroked my hair again, as if saying goodbye, "Remember to accept the gift."

The day after I met this man, I received the news that the tenth generation of Pengelie had been assassinated.

A brand new coffin was delivered to me.

The author has something to say: The real heroine (???) of this article is finally going to play hehehehehe! ! !

I didn't update before because my computer crashed

Got a new computer! !happy! ! (But it’s so expensive, I’m dying)

感谢在2019-11-1701:36:11~2019-11-2400:09:57期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: send 1 in the world;

Thanks to the little angels who cast the landmines: Chu, LCE, Huzi, Zhiwuzhizhi, Xinruzhishui 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Huajian, xxxx; 3 bottles of Lanlian Cheshui, Wubai; 2 bottles of the eighth letter beep; the concubine plans to marry her body to 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!