[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

"Oh, it looks very interesting~ Can you let me have a look?" Although the words of request were on the mouth, a bandaged hand took the manuscript away from the middle-aged man's hand.

"Hmm... What a beautiful story." Pointing his fingers, the brown hair fell to the side following the movement of the owner's head tilted. "It's like a beautiful dream——"

The reason why it is a "dream" is because the "she" in this story is a false, illusory, fragile, fleeting existence like a bubble.

"What's the ending of the story?" He raised his head, narrowed his dark iris-colored eyes, opened his thin lips slightly, and let out a deep voice, "Did "I" get happiness? "

Opened his mouth, Tsushima wanted to say something, but finally couldn't close it, biting his lips with his teeth "..."

—a long silence.

"Well, I guessed it a little bit." Rearranging the manuscript paper between his fingers, Osamu Dazai shrugged, "It's a good ending to die peacefully in a dream, it's better to say... so peace."

"that......"

The originally slow beating heart in the chest seemed to be waking up and beating faster.There was a little sweat on his cheeks, his fingers curled up helplessly, and he tightly grasped the hem of his coat, "I..."

Noticing the small voice of the boy humming like a mosquito, Osamu Dazai stopped his movement of leaving, looked sideways at the source of the sound, and waited patiently with a calm smile on his face.

"I...I..." His cheeks gradually flushed red, as if he was saying something difficult to say, sweat dripped from his chin, and his hoarse voice melted into the air "... ..."

The black eyes widened slightly, and his head was dizzy for a while, Tsushima closed his mouth forcefully.

what am i talking about.

"Osamu Dazai" is already dead.

The human being in front of him has nothing to do with him at all, and it is impossible to get the answer he wants from him.

——The meaning I was looking for didn't exist from the beginning.

"Dazai—" The silent atmosphere was interrupted by an angry roar, "You are here indeed!!" He pushed open the door angrily, and the wind chime at the door of the coffee shop shook with the airflow at the door, making a crisp sound.

"Well~ Kunikida, don't be so angry~" He raised his hands and made a stop motion, "Relaxing a little can improve work efficiency."

"Really." After a moment of silence, the yellow-haired man showed a thoughtful expression, "...but you don't work at all, so let me tell you about your efficiency!!" The original deep voice quickly raised, and a The hand firmly pressed the brown-haired man's shoulder, shaking back and forth violently.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuushi

"Well, may I ask..." the waiter who was silently waiting next to him made a voice, "When will Dazai-san settle the credit?"

"What..." Hearing the waiter's words, veins popped out on his forehead, Kunikida Doppo grabbed someone's collar, "Dazai rule you!"

He restrained his expression, coughed, and put the notebook with the word "ideal" written on it under his arm. The man rummaged through his wallet and asked, "Excuse me, how much do you owe?"

"It's [-] yen in total." After bowing, accepting the money from Kunikida, the waiter turned and walked towards the checkout counter.

"Huh?" Just as he was about to turn around and come back to continue to teach Osamu Dazai a lesson, he noticed the handwritten manuscript paper in his hand sharply. "What is this?"

"Ah, this..." As if remembering suddenly, he blinked innocently, and looked at the paper in his hand, "It's a composition written by a certain kid~" Lazily elongated the ending, "Kunikida Is the teacher curious?"

"......"so awkward.

The gray-haired boy who was loading mushrooms on one side lowered his head even lower.

This feeling of... the rubbish things I wrote are circulated by many people... It's a shame.

He took the manuscript paper and quickly browsed "...you wrote it." Keenly paying attention to a "child" who was about to get into the crack of the ground beside him, Kunikida raised his hand and pushed the black-rimmed glasses " not bad."

"The wording is very accurate, and the style of writing gives people a unique sense of beauty. I can't believe it was written by a young man." It feels similar to say that it was written by a person in his 40s or [-]s.

"...Hold on a little longer." Sighing, he gently put the paper into Tsushima's hands, and the man sighed, "As long as you are alive... there is always hope." A broad hand rested on the boy's gray hair and rubbed it.

"You are very confused." For some reason, I remembered the beautiful but decaying story written by this young man, and felt a little pity for no reason. "Although I don't know what happened, but..."

"You've worked so hard."

"..." As if he had lost his soul, it was not until the two of the detective agency left for a long time that the empty pupils gradually focused and regained their senses.

"That, Tsushima-kun?" The middle-aged man sitting across from him murmured cautiously, "Are... are you okay?"

"......Um."

Snorting softly with his nose, the boy frowned slightly, and the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a smile.

——Obviously smiling, but why does it feel like this child is... crying.

Inexplicably, seeing the expression of the gray-haired boy opposite him, Shan Rong had this weird thought in his mind.

"Is there any more paper?" The fingernails tapped on the table, making a "click" sound.Tsushima dragged his chin with his hands and sighed, "I want to... write something more."

"Sure enough, Mr. Shanrong is right, writing is very interesting."

"After writing it, it feels a little... lighter."

"I don't really care about death, but if the body is disabled due to injury and bleeding, then I won't do it."

"I want to live, but the thought of death flashed through my mind in an instant. For me, the most unbearable thing is not the pain, but the two kinds of "want to live" and "want to die". Thoughts tangled up, bad, muddled days."

"Most unhappiness is not caused by bad luck, but by clumsiness, rudeness, and incompetence. My misfortune lies precisely in my lack of ability to say no. I am afraid that once I say no to someone, I will leave a lasting bond in each other's hearts that will never heal. So I'm afraid to communicate with people, and the funny thing is, I don't stop wanting to communicate with people all the time."

"I want to become a human being, but I am more like an ugly monster. Although I really want to live like a human being, the society has always regarded me as a monster. It is true that no matter how much a bird pretends to be, he will eventually become a monster." It's a bird, not a fish, and now I'm just a monster in human skin."

"—But even monsters have hearts."

"..."

"It is said that those who like summer flowers will die in summer.

I like roses, but they bloom in all seasons, so people who like roses will die in spring, summer, autumn and winter, four times a year, right? "

"..."

"Everyone is clamoring that to live is to live for yourself. Why can't you live for yourself, why can't you do what you want to do-these are all hotly discussed issues. But I feel that if human beings If you live by yourself, the world will probably be destroyed. After all, none of us can live according to our own heart—I and you all live for others.”

"The world is not as beautiful as you imagined. It just hides its unknown side. When you grow up, you will find that the real world is so different from the world you know. At this time, human beings They will all clamor: The world has changed! In fact, the world has never changed, it has become only you.”

"..."

"Pain is not unbearable to me. What is unbearable to me is other people's caring words. I was afraid of your sad expression, so I smiled with all my strength and said, "I just have a little head It hurts, just take a painkiller. ""

"If life has never been joyful, then death is joy. What I think of as happiness is a contrast to the decay of pain. To the bystander, my pain is nothing more than a sad drama. But if you Care, if you understand, you will suddenly feel sad. For me, death is not a punishment, but a reward for the comfort of "always living well". Thinking about it this way, I suddenly feel full of motivation to live."

"..."

The pen fluttered, quickly outlining neat and tidy paragraphs line after line.Under Shanrong's astonished eyes, in just a few ten minutes, three or four pages of manuscripts were written, but the young man continued to bow his head and write vigorously, as if he had not stopped his inspiration.

The writing hand stopped, looking at the signature pen that was no longer producing ink and had run out of ink, Tsushima blinked, "Forget it, that's it."

"No one likes a story, and there is no need to write more."

Swallowing his saliva, he took the manuscript whose ink was still wet. The middle-aged man frowned and read it carefully.

"Ah...this is really..." The trembling voice gradually sobbed, "Gentle words, teacher."

So painful, so lost, so sad.

But even so, he still loves this world, such a soft heart.

——Under the cover of thorny and filthy words, it is cowardly and timid love.

The author has something to say: the text written by Tsushima is mixed with some fragments of "No Place in the World", and I also wrote it myself.

(Sudden brain supplement: Write Disqualification in the World and write Disqualification in the World, and then the owner of Disqualification in the World buys Disqualification in the World and read Disqualification in the World.)

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