[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

Touch the paper with your fingers, pinch it and flip it.

After reading the entire magazine, Osamu Dazai closed the book, put it on the table, picked up a small spoon, and slowly stirred the steaming coffee.

"Is Kunikida so worried about that child~" Noticing the opposite man clasped his hands and lost in thought, he made a teasing voice.

"Ah...?" Confused for a few seconds, Kunikida Doppo mumbled back the meaning of the brown-haired man's words, "Ah... oh."

That gray-haired, illusory, frivolous and alienated...boy like mist.

In the past two weeks, I have been paying attention to each other's contributions.But for some reason, after reading the child's writing, there was always a kind of lingering melancholy for no apparent reason, and I began to worry involuntarily—after all, between the lines in the article, the author's deep helplessness and sorrow were revealed.

However, he never met the boy again.

It seems that when the boy came to the coffee shop before, he really just passed by by accident.

——How is that child who is crawling forward in the darkness now?

"I really like Teacher Yandao very much. I feel that if I want to find a man in the future, I must find someone as gentle and considerate as Teacher Yandao." Drinking coffee, the girl's slender voice rang out.

"My boyfriend seems to hate the teacher, but I don't know why I like him so much." The female high school student in jk held her cheek and played with the furry key ring pendant in her other hand, muttering to herself: " Well, although I do feel that the other party is really a weak person...but I don't know why but I can't hate it."

"...There is a desire to protect this person. Whenever I see Sensei's sensitive and sad words, I want to wipe away his anxiety--I can't help but feel moved~"

"..." Overhearing the whispers of the girls on the table next to him, Osamu Dazai showed a dazed expression.

"Oh, is Dazai envious?" Someone holding the menu at the opposite table and choosing a drink raised his head and raised the corners of his mouth, "Master Detective wants this--" He lengthened his voice, pointed at a certain picture, frivolously The voice came from the mouth of the black-haired man.

The corner of his mouth curled up, showing a kind smile, "Okay, please wait a moment." The gray-haired coffee shop manager put down the cup in his hand, turned to open the drawer, and took out the coffee beans.

"Are you envious...?" With a voice that he could hear, he covered his mouth and lowered his eyes, the iris-colored eyes flashed dimly.

Turning his gaze to one side, Osamu Dazai stared blankly at the crowds and vehicles hurrying on the street, passing each other, and disappearing.

"Can those frivolous and fragile kindnesses really save you?"

When that love is broken, will it be reborn... or will it fall into a deeper abyss?

The white and delicate ankles rubbed against the bath towel, and the dripping water left a dark mark on the absorbent floor mat.

After wiping his hair with a towel a few times and shaking his head back and forth like a puppy, Tsushima took off the towel and changed into a shirt and ordinary trousers.

Pick up the body wash provided by the hotel by default, turn over the bottle, look at the big words "Strawberry Milk Fragrance" written on it, and fall into silence.

Although I don't really mind this scent, I quite like it, but this...isn't it a little childish.

He raised his arm and sniffed the faint smell on the skin, it was indeed a sweet milky fruity aroma.

Giving up the entanglement, he put the bottle back on the sink, and the boy turned around and left the bathroom.

Throwing the dry towel on his head, he laid down carelessly on the bed, buried himself in the soft quilt, and stared sideways at the messages on the phone.

Using the touch-screen mobile phone issued by Hong Kong and Heilongjiang, slide your fingertips on the screen, browse the information you have read, and confirm the appointment time.

Crystal clear drops of water gushed out from the wet bangs, slid to the tip of the nose and hung playfully.

"Mr. Sanei: My friend gave me two concert tickets. Does Tsushima want to go together?"

"Myself: Hmm."

"Mr. Shanrong: So is there any time in Tianjin Island tomorrow? Can it be at three o'clock in the afternoon?"

"Myself: Yes."

In fact, there is no such thing.

So I went to ask for leave, because I was too lazy to waste time in the approval process, so I went directly to the chief's room.

Although with his current position, it is impossible for him to meet the "boss" whenever he wants to, but Sen Owai seems to be extra tolerant towards him.

Taking the elevator up, the guards around him also turned a blind eye to me.It is estimated that Mr. Mori said hello in advance.

When he heard the reason for his leave, the black-haired man didn't say anything, but his eyes widened in surprise, and he put his hands on his cheeks, as if looking at something surprised.

In the silent atmosphere, a deep and slightly magnetic voice resounded "Yes." Narrowing his eyes, Mori Ogai chuckled, "Tsushima-kun also made friends~"

Although there was some congratulations in this sentence, the man's purple eyes did not have the slightest warmth.

"But I think... Tsushima-kun, you should understand that you are not suitable." Emphasizing the word "not suitable", the man sitting on the chair sighed.

"...You are suitable to be alone, Tsushima-kun." After a pause, "The elephant and the ant became friends, what do you think is the ending?"

Without waiting for the other party to speak, Mori Ogai continued to talk on his own, "—the elephant accidentally trampled to death the ant."

"You are fit to stay in the dark, Tsushima-kun." Looking at the gray-haired boy's slightly shrunken pupils, "I think you can understand what I mean."

"The mafia is not cold, cruel, greedy villains. The mafia represents a "violent" order. "

"With rationality, kindness, and evil, you must be more suitable for living in the other world than anyone else~"

"..." Without speaking, he turned around and left.

The hem of the black clothes was raised high because of the boy's brisk walk.With the sound of closing the door with a heavy "dong", the chief's room returned to calm.

Holding his forehead with a hand in white gloves, he frowned, and said in a slightly disappointed tone, "I don't listen to persuasion——"

But the voice changed, "However, setbacks are also a part of growth."

"What will become of you, Tsushima-kun?"

"Over here~ Teacher Yandao." With his hands raised high, a middle-aged man trotted over, panting, "Here." He handed over the bag in his hand, which contained a cup of milk tea.

"Because my colleague recommended this milk tea to be delicious, I bought it when I came here."

"Thank you." After taking the drink, he slid the plastic seal of the straw with his fingers and peeled it off lightly.

The two sat down together, "Haha, that's good." Looking at the gray-haired boy sitting on a public bench sipping a cup with both hands, Shanrong sighed, "Teacher Yandao is very beautiful."

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the softly combed hair was softly attached to both sides of the cheeks, adding a bit of obedience.Occasionally, a few mischievous strands of hair were lifted up, swaying slightly with the breathing of the body.

Perhaps because of the lack of exposure to the sun, the young man's skin is very fair, and the fine hairs on his face are faintly visible under the sunlight - this is a face that any woman will feel inexplicably soft-hearted when she sees it.

"Oh, my, if Yan Dao goes to the signing event, it will definitely attract a large number of fans." After all, there are many people looking at their faces now.

"I don't know, but I'm not interested in participating in the signing." I'm not a well-known writer, and if exposed to the public, it will definitely bring a lot of boring troubles.

Holding milk tea in one hand, Tsushima looked at the message sent by the phone with the other hand—it was part of the information sent by the intelligence department, and because he was not sure about the authenticity, he came to ask for his opinion.

I also just joined the intelligence department a few days ago, and of course I only serve as an assistant, and my main job is clerical work.

But to my surprise, after the people around me realized my abilities, they didn't have any panic or jealousy, and just got along with respect and peace.

"The confession doesn't match. The time this person said is false. Continue the interrogation."

"If you can't infiltrate, you can investigate the garbage of the chamber of commerce, and use the garbage to infer the specific number of people inside."

The thumb quickly tapped the keyboard, making a "da da" sound.Click send, press the lock button, Tsushima put the phone back in his pocket.

"Is Teacher Yandao chatting with a friend?"

"You don't need to call me Yan Dao, just Jin Dao." A few seconds later, he added, "It's just like calling me in your text message." Without answering the other party's question, Jin Dao turned his head away from the topic.

——Because I don't want him to know about my work, but I don't want to lie.

"Ah, yes, Tsushima-kun." After a moment of stunned, the middle-aged man scratched the back of his head, "Then Tsushima doesn't need to call me Mr. Sanei anymore."

"Hmm... let me think about it, how about calling me 'uncle'? Putting his hands together, blinking his eyes, Shanrong bared his teeth, "It sounds a little more intimate." "

Taking out the phone from his pocket, the teenager glanced at the lock screen, and hastily straightened the collar of his shirt, "The concert is about to start, let's go."

"Uncle."

The author has something to say: the kid who took a bath seriously after being asked out to play for the first time.

On the surface, it looks a little cold, but inwardly it is quite happy.

In fact, the uncle often sends messages to harass, but the dementia replies are quite indifferent, "Yeah", "Interesting", "The cat is cute", "I will try it next time"

But if you can actually reply, it means you have a good impression.

Those who don't like it will be blocked directly.

Typical cat boy.

Mori Ogai meant that the friends Tsushima made were not suitable.

To make friends, you must make friends who are suitable for you, who match your personality, and who are as strong as you.

Otherwise, I will hurt my friend sooner or later, even if it is not intentional.

Dementia: It seems that the intelligence department has no feeling for me as a child laborer.

Ministry of Intelligence: Because there was a child laborer as smart as you before, and we are all used to it.

Dementia: Is strawberry milk too naive, but it is so fragrant and sweet that I like it so much, so use it.

He also passed by the next day, smelling the smell of the child in surprise, with a complicated expression on his face.

I didn't expect you to be such a Tsushima jpg.

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I sold my family's handicrafts, and I don't lack living expenses at the beginning of school (?)

So I don't want to sign a contract anymore, and continue to write free articles.

(I'm really a woman who turned into an eel)

Just watching the courier brother take away my hand-made box, there is always a sense of vicissitudes of watching my precious woman sold to the mountains and never coming back.