[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

"coward"

——His shadow appeared in front of my eyes and whispered, and the spring quietly passed by, leaving the dancing cherry blossom petals, pointing to him standing in front of him smiling.

But he is not him, and he is not his voice, so I turned around and asked Shadow Shadow, what do you want to leave behind?

Shadow Shadow disappeared completely, leaving only a pitiful, small and weak monster.

Ah, I said oh, that turned out to be me.

Noisy and surging crowd.

On and off of the tram signal lights.

The black night is mixed with faint moonlight.

A damp evening breeze in the air.

The car horn.

——Gulping together, this is Yokohama's night.

The girl on the side of the road fell down, whimpering and spit out a small sob.The woman on the corner received a birthday gift from her friend, and a smile of joy bloomed on her face.The lonely old man sat on a bench by the side of the road, staring at the starless night sky, and sighed.

Human sorrows and joys are not interlinked.

No one will care about you, and you are powerless to care about others.If you care, if you understand, it will be sad.

So, what is the meaning of my existence in this world.

Due to the aging of the circuit, the billboards standing in the alley flickered.Passing through the narrow alleyway, the gray-haired boy held his breath and blended into the crowd.

Tired from the noise.

Being alone and yet feeling lonely.

It wasn't until a certain fallen leaf that was swirled by the evening wind and brushed against his cheeks, as if waking up from a dream, that Tsushima raised his head in a daze.

What caught the eye were several tall and dark square buildings, like mysterious heavenly pillars, standing and rooted in this small city.

Raising his fingers, he clenched them tightly, and "grabbed" the tall building as if playing, Tsushima raised the corners of his mouth.

Losing interest in looking, put his hands in his pockets, lowered his head slightly, his black leather boots stepped on the puddles on the ground, leaving a series of shallow footprints, submerged in the shadows, the boy was heading in a certain direction.

"Would you like to see it? Yokohama's scenery is actually pretty good." In my mind, a magnetic voice echoed, "You don't seem to be in a good mood, you are out of place in the world."

"It's okay." The murmur mixed with sighs was drowned in the noise of the crowd.

"It's just a little boring."

"For an existence like me, if possible, it's better not to contact anyone."

Not worthy of expectations.

"...I think that as an independent individual with supernatural powers, you are free." The theory of degeneration said calmly: "There is no need to entangle these things, just follow your own desires."

"..."

Understanding the reason for the young man's silence, Degenerate sighed, "You are such a coward, you are not qualified in this world."

——If this continues, it will only increase troubles in vain.

It's good to go here.

Maintaining a safe distance from being expelled, he restrained his smile, and the boy looked at the busy port in front of him expressionlessly.

"There's no difference..." Cooperating with the sea breeze, vague murmurs floated in the air.

Even in another world, there is "you", which is great.

The dark red scarf swayed back and forth with the movements of the owner of the body, kicking away the small stones on the ground boredly, watching the white stones whirling around on the ground and falling to the feet of another person.

Looking up, Tsushima smiled slightly.

Although the expression was gentle, there was no warmth in those eyes.

"Good evening, boy." The man's deep voice sounded.

"..." Without speaking, Tsushima quietly scanned the surroundings back and forth, but found no other guards.

"You seem to know my identity." Watching the other party's secretly guarded appearance, Mori Ogai said thoughtfully: "I don't know if your Excellency is here, what's the matter?"

"Ah." A small airy voice hummed from his nose, "I just passed by here normally, and I didn't violate the warning."

"Indeed not." But it was too coincidental.

The dark purple eyes of the dark-haired man frowned slightly as he watched the young man's figure step into the Hong Kong black defense area with only half a step.

This position is so perfect that it even gives people the illusion...as if the other party knows this place very well.

Although the Hong Kong gangsters are not as heavily guarded against public security as in the picture book movie, even ordinary citizens occasionally pass by the street in front of the gate.

However, the necessary monitoring still exists - in fact, there are various hidden cameras all over the Hong Kong black base.

However, this young man seemed to know the position of the camera clearly, and he cleverly avoided the monitoring. Otherwise, the security office would have been put on the first level of alert by now-after all, the child in front of him was on his monitoring list.

If it hadn't happened to be wandering downstairs, he would have missed the chance to meet this young man.

"Could it be that the current mafia has been reduced to the point where we have to get rid of anyone who is upset?" He deliberately showed a distressed look, and pointed his slender fingers to his chin. "This is really scary."

Although the tone on the surface was full of anxiety, the boy's expression did not change at all, giving the impression that he didn't mind it at all.

Raising his eyebrows, Mori Ogai was slightly surprised.

Do you have confidence in your own strength... or are you not afraid of death at all?Or is it both?

Really funny, haven't seen such a funny little guy in a long time.

Possesses a human shell, and is also trying to learn human movements and emotions.

But it's just imitation.

The loneliness and emptiness, like maggots on the tarsus, lingered deeply in the boy's body. Just watching him gave him an uncomfortably sad feeling.

"I want...to live..." From those opaque black eyes, inexplicably, the man read the desire hidden deep in the heart of the other party.

That kind of look is very familiar - when I was still on the battlefield as a military doctor, I could see it almost every day.

But the young man in front of him is not the kind of wounded person who is going to die, nor is it the old man whose life is going to decline. Why does he have such a strange desire.

...What are you longing for?

"Hmm." The appearance of the other party involuntarily reminded me of "someone".

But this kid is completely different from Dazai.However, they are incomparable in some places...like twins at opposite ends of a mirror—similar but subtly different.

"Do you want to come to Hong Kong?" Intuition told myself that the young man in front of him might bring a good surprise, and Mori Ogai offered an olive branch.

"Hey—is Hong Kong black people's requirements so low?" Tsushima's words were interrupted by the ringing of the mobile phone in his pocket, just as he was about to continue talking with his fingers curling his temple hair.

The mobile phone is the backup one that Anwu gave him before, if he hadn't gone out secretly this time, maybe he wouldn't have used it until now.

Blinking his eyes, Tsushima reached for the phone and pressed the answer button.

As if expected, the boy didn't get his head close to the phone, but pinched it up and hung it next to his cheek.

"Where did you go, kid—!" An anxious roar came from the receiver, and the volume of the call was raised to the level of hands-free.

"Well, Mr. Ango, don't be so angry." With a laugh, Tsushima laughed, "I'm just out for a stroll."

"And... isn't the cooperation already over?" With a restrained smile, the young man's cold and indifferent voice flowed quietly, "We don't have much intersection anymore."

"..." After a few seconds of silence, a voice came from the phone, "If you want, you are welcome at any time..."

"Oh, I didn't expect Tsushima-kun to be so popular." Opening his eyes wide in surprise, Mori Ogai deliberately raised his head and spoke loudly.

"What... what's going on, hey, where are you, Tsushima..." Ango Sakaguchi on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, and then he spoke very fast.

"It's just a "stranger" that I don't know. Don't worry Mr. Ango, I won't reveal the "commission". "

After finishing speaking, he closed the phone, and Tsushima ended the call.

The black flip phone flipped in the air, followed a light parabola, and fell into the turbulent sea water.

Listen, what is the sound of falling into the water.

"The other party seems to care about you very much. Is it really good to do this?" The black-haired man whispered as if he was concerned about a suggestion from a friend.

"It doesn't matter, it's better to just end like this." The corners of the camel-colored clothes were blown up by the wind, revealing the boy's slender waist wrapped in a gray western-style vest. Under the dim light, the golden buttons reflected a little bit of light, like eyes Blink blink.

"Tsushima-kun, your eyes tell me...you don't think so." After a pause, "Sometimes you have to be honest." Mori Ogai shook his head.

"...If you will lose it one day, it's better not to have any expectations from the beginning." Raised his right hand, grabbed the soft scarf wrapped around his neck, and squeezed it secretly "Otherwise at that time I... will definitely suffer a thousand times more than now."

"That's a really pessimistic thought."

"Do you also think I'm a coward?" Fingertips buckled the bandage attached to the left eye and pulled it hard.

The white gauze was flying in the air, the gray hair was swaying, and the cover was lost, revealing the delicate and sad face of the young man.

——I can't even shed tears anymore.

Because I have been in endless pain, I have lost the strength to cry.

"Coward... Is that how Tsushima-kun sees himself?" With his white gloved hand resting on his chin, the man closed his eyes. "Actually, I personally think..."

"Tsushima-kun is a gentle and indifferent person." A voice mixed with sighs sounded faintly.

The author has something to say: I don’t know when I will leave this world. If meeting is destined to separate one day in the future, it is better to refuse contact from the beginning.

After all, Tsushima now has endless "life", and he is destined to be lonely forever.

——I was too afraid of being hurt, so I closed myself off.

This is really a self-defeating approach.

Waiting for myself after meeting is a more painful separation, alone but extremely lonely-no matter what, I will always be deeply saddened.

Confused coward.

-

The reason why life is life is because it has the right to die, death within life, life within death, it is life and death that constitute life.

And Tsushima has already lost his "life".

That's why he has eyes like a dying person longing for "life".

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Tsushima went to Hong Kong Hei just to see what Hong Kong Hei is like in this world. After all, this is his "hometown" and there is no other meaning.

Although Mori Ogai gave up the pursuit of Tsushima, he has been secretly collecting information about the other party.

Immediately after Tsushima entered Yokohama, the intelligence department under his hand paid attention to monitoring.

(Don't dare to send people, because dementia is very sensitive to human eyes and emotions, sending people will only be discovered in minutes)

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Me: I don’t know what line to write next. I feel that the Hong Kong Black Butei or the supernatural spy department can be used, but I can only choose one. It’s so tangled.

闺蜜：你roll骰子吧，1港黑2武侦3死屋之鼠4异能特务科5无业游民6猎犬，文豪一共就差不多这么几个组织。

Me: (rolled a 1)

Girlfriend: Congratulations to Mori Ogai for mentioning the new child laborer who is only 4 months old.

Mori Ogai: I am so beautiful. jpg.