[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

"Things of Remembrance"

—I became a bird without wings.

I became a swimming fish, but I couldn't breathe.

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The vague consciousness was wrapped in transparent soap bubbles, which drifted around with the rustling breeze.

Snapped--

The transparent bubbles with colorful halos burst, accompanied by a small "pop".

The sense of weightlessness pulled my limbs, like a pair of strong hands, pulling my body hard, moving towards the other side of the earth.

I opened my eyes again.

The fluttering strands of hair scratched the cheeks and ears, moved the eyelids, and idly looked at the rapidly passing and changing scenery all around, and then continued to fall downward without end.

She moved her fingers and tried to curl up her body.The black coat that was blown by the fly swayed randomly behind him, looking from a distance, it looked like a pair of swaying wings.

Again and again, again and again, repeating this dream.

What am I... after all?

Is it a phantasmagoria, or...just to experience the pain you once felt.

If I can understand your pain, can I be... a little closer to you.

What kind of person are you, what do you think?

No one answered.

In a trance, I seem to understand something - the satisfied smile you showed me in the sunset.

Obviously you are going to die, but it is like a new life, because for you, this is a happy ending.

But I selfishly want to be with you.

Live or die, take me with you.

It's terrible, terrible.

Please don't leave me.

The moment the wish was shattered, the cold reality shattered into sharp lenses and pierced into the chest fiercely——wanted to shout something, but could only whimper and spit out a weak sound of unknown meaning.

"Tired?"

The shadow in the distance spit out cold words without emotion to himself.

"Why do you feel tired?"

"Living is tiring."

"Then why not die?"

"I hate death."

"Escape is also possible."

"There is no escape...this is my mission."

"You're scared, but you don't want to die, and you don't want to escape from this world...do you?"

"No...it's not like this..." He covered his ears, trying to block out the words floating in the distance, but it didn't work.

"......I do not know what to do."

"Whether you are alive or dead, either choice is endless pain, there is no difference."

"I wanted to die at first, but I didn't want to die anymore." Tears gathered from the corners of my eyes and condensed into transparent beads. "I don't know what to do anymore."

"Obviously I'm used to the pain, but when I hear other people's words of concern, I feel more unbearable pain than before."

"Ah, what do you know? Do I know how I feel? Would you look at me... so ugly?"

"I want to tear off the disguise, but if I see them fleeing in a hurry... I will probably be even more sad." He covered his face, as if he was sadly confessing to something, his broken words were mixed with viscous The pain of the gray-haired child overflowed from the mouth of the gray-haired child, "The person who can accept me... is gone, so what am I looking forward to?"

"..." Shadow was silent "Do you want to see him?"

"Then let me show you another world where he lives."

A shattered light shone into the black eyes - I saw a familiar yet unfamiliar figure.

"Will you smile so softly, too?"

The pupils shrank suddenly, and they were stunned for a moment, and the trembling lips murmured: "That's great."

However, I know that he who belongs to me has already died in the past.

So show me this, what's the use.

The corners of his lips curled up in a self-deprecating manner, he relaxed his struggle, closed his eyes, and let his body fall—meeting the predetermined death in his dream.

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Sitting up from the sofa, rubbing his eyes, slowly regaining consciousness.Then he stared idly at the light and shadow cast from the gap in the curtains onto the ground.

Noticing the noise on the sofa, Zhong Yuanzhong also quietly raised his head, glanced at it, and quickly lowered his head to continue the work in hand.

Frowning, he slowly stopped writing.Resting his chin with his knuckles, the man thought silently.

How old is this guy...12?Still 13 years old?What do children of this age generally like?

The crowd watched the other party sit on the sofa and repeat the process of being in a daze, sleeping——waking up and then continuing to be in a daze.For some reason, I feel a little uneasy in my heart.

In fact, the child in the middle made a request to go out for a stroll, but he refused with the reason that "you are too dangerous by yourself, I will talk about it after I finish work".

Unexpectedly, the gray-haired child didn't react violently, but just nodded without expressing any dissatisfaction, and accepted it calmly.

There was a knock on the door, and a crack opened.

The guard in black was carrying an exquisite cake box, and opened his mouth cautiously: "Boss, the cake you ordered has been delivered." From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the drowsy child lying on the sofa with glistening saliva at the corner of his mouth. He hesitated to speak, and finally said, "Do you want to put it on the table next to the sofa?"

"Ah, just put it anywhere, thanks for your hard work." The brown-haired man sitting on the office chair nodded hurriedly in reply.

"Then this subordinate will take his leave first." With a slight nod, the subordinate exited the room.

Wiggling the tip of his nose, sniffing the faintly sweet aroma floating in the air, "...what is this?" Taking a closer look, Tsushima curiously looked at the paper box with intricate patterns on the table, through the transparent top The plastic lid contains a large amount of the contents inside.

A deep voice called "Strawberry Cake, don't you know?" Standing up, the brown-haired man walked over and sat on the side of the sofa, stretched out his hand to untie the ribbon, and picked up the lid of the box - fresh strawberries wrapped in white cream, Exudes a delicious taste of sweet and sour.

"Strawberry cake..." Looking at the exquisite sweets in front of him, Tsushima chewed the word "It smells delicious." For some reason, when he smelled this smell, his mouth instinctively secreted a little saliva.

"Haven't you eaten it?" Looking at the other party's curious eyes, Zhongyuan Zhong also frowned, sighed, and tore off the plastic paper that wrapped the knife.

Carefully put the cut cake on a paper plate and hand it over "Taste it."...Kids should like sweets, right?

Holding the plate, he hesitated for a moment, the gray-haired child still stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked the cream on the edge of the cut piece.The delicate and soft touch bursts on the tip of the tongue along with the sweet milky aroma, bringing joyful joy.

Sensing the novelty, he suddenly widened his eyes, the black pupils flashed with an unknown light, "...delicious."

"Ah... as long as you like it." Scratching the back of his head, Chuya turned his head away and responded vaguely.

The cake is not big, just enough to be eaten in one meal.He picked up the table knife, made a gesture, and cut another piece along the gap on the cake.Seeing the child's face full of interest, with a little white cream on the side of his mouth, he rarely had a happy expression.The corners of his lips curled up, and Zhong Yuanzhong also showed a relaxed smile.

Tsk, usually he looks like a little grown-up, but now he looks more pleasing to the eye.

His thoughts were interrupted by the color that suddenly broke into his sight, he lowered his head subconsciously, and saw the half-eaten cake in front of him.

"What's wrong?" Turning his head in confusion, he looked down at the child beside him.

"It's delicious." After a pause, "Mr. Zhongyuan doesn't want to eat it?" the gray-haired child whispered.

Someone's blue eyes narrowed in confusion, "Huh?"

"Sorry..." Tsushima lowered his head in embarrassment when he remembered the identity of the other party belatedly.

This is not an orphanage... If Mr. Nakahara wants to eat, he can buy a lot.

"Huh?" Stiff for a moment, the man suddenly seemed to understand the meaning of the other party's move, scratched his cheek with his fingertips, and hurriedly explained: "No... I didn't mean that."

Biting his lower lip, he seemed to have made up his mind.Picking up the fork, put the strawberries on the cake into his mouth, chewing quickly "Thank you." An indistinct voice escaped from his mouth.

"..." White fingers pinched the toilet paper, and Tsushima wiped the corner of his mouth silently.

I don't know why this guy feels a little silly.

The author has something to say: "Soap bubbles" are the joy and joy you feel.

However, for dementia, it is like a bubble, short-lived and easy to burst.

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Subordinate: Huh? What book does the boss seem to be reading?

Chuya Nakahara: ...Reading jpg.

(How to educate children) (Adolescent you) (Child psychology) (How to read children's hearts) (Good parents are better than good teachers) (...)

Subordinate: ... huh?

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I feel that sometimes, when I get something that I cherish very much, I want to share it with my friends.

However, they found that the things that are cherished by themselves are commonplace for them.

Feeling very... helpless.

"This is joy!"

"It's just happiness."

This kind of difference.

At this time, I clearly felt the difference between myself and others.

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I drew a picture about a small dementia on lof (I can’t sit for a long time because of my neck pain, so I don’t have to finish the picture now, it’s usually just fishing, it’s a bit rough.) If you’re interested, you can search it

Tag is a fantasy myth, just search for a pseudonym and you will find it.

The home page id is sleeping in the sea.