[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

"Fetal Dreams"

——I started traveling to find you.

Not because I like to travel, but the place where I travel, there are traces of you.

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pain.

This is the only feeling that can be felt at this time.

The warm touch spread on the skin, the body gradually became cold, and the indescribable sense of emptiness climbed in the chest, and then made people feel restless, slowly sinking and finally—swallowing consciousness.

Grabbed gently by a reassuring hand, I woke up from the nightmare and opened my eyes.

It is an upside-down world that greets your eyes.

The surging river flows slowly on the ground, and the water hits the river rocks, flying around like broken large pieces of glass. Under the shining of the setting sun, it reflects the surrounding scenery, shining like the eyes of mountain ghosts.

"Ah, I didn't expect you to actually exist." Talking in a chatty tone, the man seemed to pass the time playing, kicking the water in boredom. "So you became conscious at this time..."

Looking into the distance of the river, there was a nostalgic look in his eyes, "Because it was the first time I committed suicide by diving into the water, I was quite impressed. This place is beautiful, but I thought at the time, "Ah, it would be nice to die here." . Moving his gaze back, Osamu Dazai looked at the child standing beside him with a dazed expression.

Squatting down, put both hands on knees obediently, and leaned forward, "Is this what I look like when I am 12 years old~ I am so small." Completely different from the usual gloomy and cruel, the owner of the words smiled lightly Laughing is as easy as letting go of all burdens, exuding a relaxed and soft breath.

Recovering from the shock, the little child opened his mouth and spat out stumblingly.

"No..." swallowed, "Don't leave me." He grabbed the opponent's sleeves with both hands, and whimpered like a small animal.

"Don't leave me." He repeated mechanically over and over again, lowering his head helplessly, begging the other party bitterly.

"Ah, is this the first sentence we met? It's really tangled—" The elongated ending sound rose slightly, and Osamu Dazai tilted his head in distress.

"sorry.

A hand was gently pressed against the disqualified cheek, and the fingertips slowly stroked the other's soft skin.

"You are not my substitute, you are a free existence."

As the words sounded, the child's appearance changed - as if the saturation had faded, the slightly curly dark brown hair slowly turned white, and gradually turned into a light gray.And the original iris-colored eyes seemed to be soaked in opaque ink——turned into a deep, thick black.

"Well, it's much more pleasing to the eye." The brown-haired man nodded as he rubbed the opponent's head.

"Would you like to play a game with me?" The corners of his mouth curled up, and he hugged the restless child in his arms, and put his pale lips next to the other's small ears. "I hid the prize in a place that only you can find."

"Where is, only you can reach - the gap between life and death." Pause for a few seconds "Please." The voice mixed with sighs dissipated in the air, melted, and finally returned to calm, only the sound of the flowing river was unknown Rolling wearily.

Feeling the trembling person in his arms, Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

"Am I that swallow?" Like a drowning man grabbing the floating board, Disqualified in the World raised his head and murmured word by word.

"I'm sorry, my dear Swallow." Standing up, he touched the head of the gray-haired child, and the man turned and left.

Disqualified in the world blinked blankly, as if understanding the man's actions and words.

"Don't go." The small figure walked with difficulty, trying to grab the corner of the person in front of him, "Don't leave me."

The originally sparkling river surface seemed to be stained with blood, turning dark and crimson.Like being given life, it clings to the child's feet so that it can't move forward.

The warm orange afterglow of the sun, little by little, engulfed the tall figure in sight.

Carried away by the setting sun.

That person disappeared into the sunset without a trace.

——From my face, you who disappeared.

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The first time Oda Sakunosuke saw this child was on the side of an empty street in the afternoon.

Holding the bag in his hand, he blinked and looked at the lonely little figure on the side of the road.

Looking in the direction of the other person's gaze, it was a kitten.

The petite head was brutally crushed, mixed with shattered bone fragments, the white and pink fleshy things were sticky mixed together, and the traces of the wheels could be vaguely seen.

The bright red blood pooled into a small pool on the ground, and only the abdomen rose and fell from time to time, showing that this little life was still struggling to live.

"Ah, how pitiful." Putting down the bag in his hand, the red-haired man paced tentatively, keeping a safe distance, and tentatively struck up a conversation.

"It's going to die." As the head was lowered, the child's eyes were blocked by the drooping bangs.

"Ah." Pursing his lips, Oda Sakunosuke scratched the back of his head.He was still thinking about how to comfort the child, but he didn't expect that the other party would...

"Aren't you afraid?"

Hearing the other party's question, the child blinked, "I don't know." He rested his chin on his immature hands, as if thinking, "I must be very scared."

"Because it's like seeing me." A voice without emotion sounded, "I will also... die like this."

Opening his mouth, hesitating for a moment, Odasaku sighed. "If you feel scared, you can choose to escape."

"If it has someone to accompany it, it will feel better." The child's trembling voice continued to spit out words intermittently, "If I die, I will feel more comfortable if I have someone to accompany me. If that person is by my side... ...I feel like I won’t be afraid of anything anymore.”

The man's generous palm silently touched the top of the gray-haired child's head, "Don't keep talking about death, you won't die."

"If the person who died was me, it would be fine..."

Raising his head to look at the sky, the breeze lifted his gray hair, revealing his covered eyes.

Empty and sluggish, as if having lost all meaning, mechanical nothingness looked at the surrounding world and then—silently shed tears.Transparent drops of water dripped down the delicate chin, and smudged on the blue road surface, wetting a little bit of dark water stains.

Originally thought that this child would be very vigilant, but surprisingly, he was easily picked up by him without any resistance.

However, this made Oda Sakunosuke even more troubled.Sighing heavily again, he picked up the pocket that had just been put aside, and took a step forward.

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"I am back."

"Mr. Oda, welcome back." The blond boy stuck his head out and echoed vigorously.

"It's so slow~ My real detective's stomach is going to be flattened by hunger."

"Sorry, I was delayed on the road." A deep voice sounded, and the red-haired man put the snack bag in his hand on the table.

"Is this the little one you're talking about delaying~" With his right hand resting on his cheek, the black-haired man lying on the table spit out words with interest, showing a thoughtful expression.

"Hey—Mr. Oda picked up another child."

"Is it someone's lost child?"

Putting the person in his arms on the chair, tidying up the other's collar, then squatting down, Oda Sakunosuke and the child looked at each other calmly, "What's your name?"

The gray-haired child who was originally like a puppet blinked his eyes when he heard this question.

Just about to open his mouth, the words that were about to reach his mouth were swallowed forcefully.

"You are not my substitute, you are a free existence."

"Tsushima." Repeatedly "Just call me Tsushima."

The originally dark and lifeless eyeballs seemed to burst into a small candlelight, swaying weakly and gently in the wind.

The author has something to say: In fact, what Osamu Dazai did was cruel to the little dementia.

Perhaps in the eyes of dementia, he attaches as much importance to Osamu Dazai as Osamu Dazai does to Oda.

Osamu Dazai felt the pain, and dementia also felt a little bit of it.

However, after Osamu Dazai died, he had to complete the task entrusted by Osamu Dazai for Oda.

Like the Happy Prince and the Swallow.

Suddenly I feel that Osamu Dazai is a scum(?)

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Comments can be more, let me have a little motivation to code words x

After writing this, it's time to conceive the plot of other pits - if you are interested, you can check the column.

Damn, I want to write what to do, but I won't affect it.