[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

Ah...it's a dream.

Being able to clearly know that I am dreaming at this moment - it is called...lucid dreaming.

Deep and thick darkness enveloped the whole body.In the consciousness, far away, there are swaying, indistinct and distorted sounds, and you can even feel the cold surge of the subtle water, as if you are drowning in the deep sea a thousand meters below, quiet and lonely.

For humans, however, such a place is a terrifying hell.But for me, this is the warmest space.

——This feeling is really nostalgic.

Supernatural powers cannot dream, but I, who have separated from my master and become an individual with supernatural powers, have the ability to dream.

why.

Dreams are the embodiment of desires, so the me now must be...have desires.

I want to be loved, I want to be cared about, I want to be tolerated, I want to be... watched by him.

But he is no longer there.

A bitter suffocation came from the empty chest cavity.

The "monster" stretched out his hand.

The darkness in the vision was mercilessly torn apart, like a piece of ink-colored cloth being torn apart bit by bit by the owner of the dream.The gray-haired child slipped from the crack in the space and fell downward.

Like a piece of small stone, it silently falls in the direction of gravity.

There was the whirring sound of air blowing past his ears, and due to the high speed, the razor-like cold wind blew across his cheeks, pricking his skin a little painfully.

Stretching his hands and feet, feeling the weightlessness gradually climb up his limbs and soak into his body.

Don't have this kind of dream again in the future, Tsushima thought idly.

Because this will only make yourself more painful-indulging in false dreams, after a short period of joy, what greets the future is endless emptiness.

But......

He opened his mouth and let out a trembling gasp feebly.

I really... miss you so much.

There was not a single sound, only the moist sea breeze was blowing gently in the quiet space of consciousness.

-----

Taking off the blanket covering his body, Tsushima sat up, looked at the small room, blinked his eyes, raised his hands above his head, and stretched.

Stretching my sore neck, I looked around, and all I saw were large and small boxes and various cabinets that I didn't know what was stored inside.

Moving his body, touching the cold floor with his toes, Tsushima climbed out of bed and walked out of the room.

One hand subconsciously pressed on the neck, rubbing the sore muscles in the back of the neck a little clumsily.

A voice resounded in the quiet space, "Ah, you're awake." Holding a cup of coffee, he walked out of the kitchen. The brown-haired man looked up at the clock on the wall and turned his head back.

Noticing the child's movement, he frowned slightly, "Is...does your neck hurt? I'm sorry, I'll go buy you a suitable pillow after get off work today." Putting down the coffee, he raised his hand to touch the back of his head, Zhongya Nakahara Turned around and went into the kitchen.

Holding the slices of baked bread and a few bottles of unopened jam just bought, gently put them on the dining table, waved their hands, and greeted each other to eat.

Picking up the hot milk and taking a sip, Tsushima narrowed his eyes, bowed his head and took another sip.

Putting down the mug, his black pupils scanned the jam on the table back and forth, as if he was deliberating his choice.After a while, I stretched out my hand and took a bottle of chestnut sauce.

"..." Hold the bottle cap with your fingers and turn it vigorously, but the unopened jar cap remains motionless.Puffing up his cheeks, the gray-haired child's eyes wandered, looking for tools that could use the "leverage principle" to open cans—then glanced at the table knife used to spread jam next to him.

"...Let me do it." The corner of the mouth twitched was someone at the opposite table who watched all the opponent's small movements and expressions.Leaning slightly, Zhongyuan Zhong also opened his palm, motioning to hand the jar to himself, "Don't do dangerous things."

Holding the body of the jar, he turned his right hand lightly, and with a small "pop", the opened chestnut jam was placed on the table.

Lowering his head, curiously sniffing the sweetness of the mixture of cream and chestnuts, Tsushima moved the tip of his nose, "Thank you." With words that the two of them could hear, he whispered words of thanks.

"...Ah." As if he had received some violent shock, the blue pupils froze for a moment, and after a long time, the man slowly came back to his senses "...You are welcome." Mixed With a complicated response, he spit out delicately from his mouth.

Watching the action of the child putting down the cup, he glanced at the dinner plate, "Don't you want to eat?" He secretly estimated the other party's appetite, which seemed to be less than he imagined.

Tsk, this guy is too thin, it's better to eat more.

"Don't you like it?"

Watching Tsushima shaking his head, he sighed heavily, and Nakahara gave up on this issue.

-----

"Why don't you live in Hong Kong and Hei Building?"

Lying on the car window, looking through the glass, watching the constantly changing streets outside the car window, as if to pass the time, Tsushima asked casually.

"I don't like it." The brown-haired man responded quickly and neatly, and pulled the shift lever with his hand in black gloves. "...I'm used to it." It seemed that it was not good to say this, and then slowly added road.

It should be because Zhong Ye is very strong.

Leaning his body against the back of the seat, Tsushima squeezed the small pillow placed on the back seat.

So it doesn't matter if you don't live in Hong Kong, you don't need the protection of others.

Well, think about it this way, it is China that protects Hong Kong gangsters, not Hong Kong gangsters protecting China.

After playing with it for a while, he lost interest in the pillow. Tsushima obediently put the pillow back in its original place and tied it up. He opened his eyes and began to be in a daze.

"..."

Looking at the gray-haired child in the back row from the corner of the corner of the car, Zhong Yuanzhong also began to think silently-whether he should buy something to pass the time and put it in the car.

Belatedly, I remembered that I took the child to choose clothes yesterday, but didn't buy pajamas.Bought toiletries but not shampoo.I bought a quilt cover, but forgot to buy a pillow insert for children... myself.

...I can't help it. It's my first time breastfeeding a baby, so I don't have enough experience.I can't blame myself for that, probably.

Clicking his lips irritably, the brown-haired man gripped the steering wheel even harder.

The point is that this guy is also indifferent, doesn't complain, and doesn't even take these things to heart at all-if it wasn't for his hungry stomach growling last night, he almost forgot that Tsushima hadn't eaten dinner yet.

Then I asked, the child didn't actually eat breakfast and lunch, should I say that he is big-hearted or doesn't care at all...

I was worried all night, but I didn't expect the child to be very honest, and he wouldn't ask if he didn't touch it.For example, he found the wine in the cabinet—although he showed a little curiosity, but after keenly observing his vigilance, he quickly shifted his attention... On the contrary, he felt a little embarrassed for the preoccupied self.

For some reason, Zhongyuan Zhong also felt a little pain in his head when counting the memories.

Ah, raising children is so hard...

-----

"Good morning, chief."

"Hmm." Zhongyuan Zhong also glanced slightly sideways, expressing his response.

"This is?" Noticing the child behind his leader, the guard opened his mouth, trying to say something, but finally closed it.

"...Oh, my newly adopted child." After a pause, he said softly, "The name is Tsushima."

"Yes." Quickly lowering their heads, the black-clothed guards nodded, and then watched two figures, one big and one small, enter the chief's room.

After closing the door of the chief's room, everyone recalled the face and temperament of the gray-haired child just now.

...I always feel a subtle sense of sight, but I can't tell what it is.

"Speaking of which, that child...doesn't seem to be very big." With one hand on his upper and lower jaw, he murmured in a low voice, "It looks like eleven or twelve, right?"

"It even brought it to the chief's room. It seems that the chief really likes this child."

Hmm, raise a child in the chief's room?

...Why is this operation a bit familiar.

The author has something to say: Zhong Ye: I have made all kinds of psychological preparations, but I didn't expect this child to be different from what I imagined.

On the contrary, I feel that a stinky fart like Osamu Dazai is easy to support, so I don’t know what to do if I don’t say anything, and I am a rough old man who is not good at raising children... I can only find a way to take care of it... in this way.

Although he adopted the other party because of his special abilities because of his dementia, there are also people who treat dementia seriously, and regard the other party as his own responsibility (after all, he is very good to his subordinates, let alone his adopted son) .

-

Although dementia looks dull, it is actually just unfamiliarity and fear.

Because I was afraid, I didn't even have a poisonous tongue, and looked obedient.

A batch of jpgs in a panic.

Of course, when I get acquainted with Zhong Ye, I will start to act like a baby and make trouble, after all, I am still a stinky brat.

(Feels like a cat owner)

(I just took it home with trepidation, and got to know the kitten who started to make noise)

-

Although people with dementia understand many truths and are very smart, their ego and heart are still very fragile.

Even though I know that this kind of dream will only make me more painful, most of the dreams are still dreams of the past.

Just afraid of being alone.