[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

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——Because I have never owned it, I long for it all the more.

Is it possible for a human being to reach the place that cannot be reached?

Get in touch with that place called "heart".

There was a slight vibrating sound from the pocket, and he took out the mobile phone from the pocket, gently pushed open the flip cover with his slender fingers, and pressed to confirm to check the information.

This was given to him by Mr. Shan Rong at his own expense after he heard that he had no mobile phone or contact information.

Looking at the other party's enthusiasm, it was not easy to refuse, so I accepted it.

"Tsushima-sensei, I... gave your short story to my editor for review, and he said it was very good."

"So I took the liberty to submit it to the publishing house, because I want more people to see such a good work. Have you thought about the name of the work?"

"Although I know...the teacher feels that his words are full of unhappiness, but I think...this sad story can actually comfort many people."

"Sorry, if I don't want to, I will immediately contact the publisher to cancel the publication."

Lowering his eyes, Tsushima sighed.After a long while, I pressed the button with my fingertips to send out a message.

"It's ok."

"It's called..."Personality Loss"."

The efficiency is very high. For the manuscript submitted last night, this afternoon, Tsushima saw a magazine with his own work on the display shelf at the entrance of the roadside bookstore.

"Newcomer writer Yan Dao teacher contributed—"Personality Loss", which is full of delicate and gentle words to bring sad comfort." The cover is low-end, bold and bold, and writes a conspicuous introduction for his work.

By accident, he picked up a magazine, and the gray-haired boy bowed his head and began to read.

The entire magazine's articles are full of happy and positive words...Only when it comes to its own section, the painting style changes suddenly, the atmosphere suddenly becomes depressed, and it is full of viscous darkness and depression.

Inexplicably, I felt a little uneasy, and I couldn't help imagining the expressions of disgust that other people would have when they read these "infamous" obscene articles.

"The old man thinks it is a very good article."

A deep voice interrupted Tsushima's distraction and attracted his attention.

"..." Turning around vigilantly, shrinking his body like a vigilant cat, Tsushima raised his arms in a defensive posture, staring at the stranger with dark eyes and expressionless expression.

"Words reflect a person's "heart". "

"Although he was full of despair, he didn't give up." As if he didn't notice the other party's hostility, the middle-aged man put the crutch in his hand on the ground and continued, "You are a gentle child."

"As long as you don't give up, one day, you will find it." The corner of his mouth was raised, a smile appeared, and the bowler hat on his head was pressed, the man turned and left.

"I didn't expect the holder of the "book" in another world to be a child. "The ethereal voice quietly sounded from his mouth, passed through the air, and floated into Tsushima's ears.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and he hurriedly searched for the source of the sound, only to find that the image of the person who was there just a second ago disappeared without a trace as if by magic.

Frowning, the teenager bit his lower lip.

Putting the magazine back on the shelf, pocketing it with both hands, leaning forward slightly, Tsushima was lost in the noisy crowd.

"Mr. Kunikida, what are you looking at?" Holding a water glass, passing by the desk, the white-haired boy saw something out of the corner of his eye and asked.

"Ah...it's Spring Bud Weekly." Noticing Atsushi Nakajima's question, he raised his head and replied in a low voice.

"Ah, is that the magazine that Kunikida-san often reads?" Noticing the other party's frown, he hesitated for a moment, the boy still asked, "What's the matter? It seems that you are not..."

"Ah, it's nothing." After a while, the man with yellow hair pondered, "I just saw an article I was very concerned about..."

"Well, it should be the contribution of the boy yesterday." Tilting his head, a frivolous voice sounded quietly.

"Ah, Mr. Dazai." Atsushi Nakajima exclaimed when he saw someone appearing at no time.

"Is that really the case..." Kunikida Doppo sighed while resting his fingers on his chin.

"Well, there's no need to worry, after all, that boy doesn't look like he's going to die for the time being."

"Hey, Dazai!" The veins stretched out on his forehead, he swung his fist, and was easily dodged by the other party.

"Has Kunikida not yet broken away from being a teacher and caring so much about that child?" Swinging his bandaged arms lazily, the brown-haired man narrowed his eyes.

"Dazai, you seem to be hostile to that boy..."

"Huh? Really." Slowly comprehending the words, with surprise on his face that he didn't even notice, Osamu Dazai tilted his head and said in doubt.

"Probably because I saw someone who resembled me, and I wondered why the other party thought, "Why don't you die if you're already like this". "Clicking on the side, chewing potato chips, opening his light green eyes, his light voice melted into the air.

"...Can you be more dark in your thinking?" Kunikida Doppo gritted his teeth and spit out words after pushing his glasses.

"Hey - it's too much, I didn't mean it...well, maybe so, a little bit."

"That boy is much stronger than you." Throwing the empty packaging bag into the trash can, Edogawa Ranpo said calmly, "Dazai, you can learn from him."

"...Haha." There was no hippie smile, which was rare, the brown-haired man restrained his smile, and lost himself in his thoughts expressionlessly.

"Yo, boy, we meet again." Unlike the last time, the man in the white coat smiled amiably, and raised his hand in a friendly greeting, "Tsushima-kun, would you like to have dessert together?"

The blond girl beside her noticed the boy standing not far away, like a lively bird, chirping and jumping, "Hey, Brother Tsushima, do you want to play with Alice?"

The faint and soft smile that was always on his face quietly disappeared from the young man's delicate face, revealing a cold and scrutinizing expression.Looking back and forth at the black-haired man, Tsushima remained silent.

Without urging, just silently waiting for the other party's answer, Mori Ogai patiently stroked the head of his own Alice beside him.

——After all, it is a vigilant cub with claws. For this kind of cute little guy, you can't scare him with impatience.

"Hmm." After dozens of seconds, a slight breath came out of his nose.

"Yeah, then Alice wants to eat strawberry cake—" the sweet girl's coquettish voice echoed in the air.

Licking off the cream stuck to the corner of his mouth, he narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, showing a relaxed expression unconsciously, and Tsushima yawned.

Looking at the young man who gradually relaxed his hostility, and holding his chin, Mori Ogai said softly: "Then, what happened last time... Has Tsushima-kun considered it?"

"Ah." He bit the fork, rolled his eyes, did not hide his small movements, and deliberately elongated his tone, "Then—what if I refuse."

"Mr. Mori won't shut up when anyone is upset~ No, no, no, no, no~"

"..." Seeing the other party deliberately provoking me, the left eyelid twitched, and somehow felt that the boy's demeanor was a little familiar, "No, of course, the premise is that Tsushima-kun will not do harm to Yokohama. things."

"Oh." Looking at the man's still peaceful breath, he shrugged boredly, lost interest in playing around, and leaned back on the seat behind him, Tsushima picked up the toilet paper, "Joining is unlikely... But I can help you a little bit."

"why?"

"Because I might leave this world one day——"

His face darkened, as if recalling some bad memories, and the corner of his mouth twitched, Mori Ogai spat out the words with difficulty, "...Tsushima-kun, please cherish your life."

"...You may have misunderstood something. I don't have a penchant for suicide."

"Hmm." Nodding perfunctorily, holding his forehead, his whole body was filled with a gloomy atmosphere, and the port mafia leader sighed heavily.

Tsushima: "..."

Think what you will, I'm too lazy to explain.

The author has something to say: Tsushima’s personality is not as bad as Dazai Osamu’s, it’s better to say that he is very considerate and considerate to the people he likes.

Of course, for those who don't like it very much, they will deliberately irritate them.

Mori Ogai: I was hated (smile bitterly).

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And it's especially easy to please, if you give it a little gentleness, you will relax your vigilance and raise your little tail (ah, don't do this, it's dangerous and you will be abducted).

So it is necessary to give children enough love - otherwise anyone can abduct the children in the future.

Tsushima knows that the other party may (or may not be) use him, but he still rushes after him.

—Because he couldn't refuse others.

Even if it is the slightest kindness, he is willing to accept it.