[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

Pushing open the door of the Intelligence Department, his blue eyes glanced around, "... isn't Tsushima here?" Nakahara frowned.

"Hey, do you mean Tsushima-kun?" The woman who was sorting out the files raised her head and blinked. "Tsushima-kun is not here this afternoon."

"Ah, doesn't he have a job?" He snorted suspiciously, and the red-haired man frowned, "Could it be that he..."

"No... Tsushima-kun submitted the documents in the afternoon, and the kid is very efficient so..." Although he didn't finish speaking, Chu understood what the other party meant.

It turned out that I finished the work ahead of time, so I resigned first.

"But I think, Mr. Tsushima, it should be somewhere in the training room." Pointing his chin, the man on the side stopped his writing hand, raised his head and said, "Because there has been a lot of gunpowder smoke on Tianjin Island these past few days." smell."

"Ah, that's right, thank you."

"You're welcome, Lord Zhongyuan."

As soon as he walked into the underground training room, he heard the continuous sound of wooden warehouse beating.

Looking at the source of the sound, the gray-haired boy with goggles holding a wooden warehouse in the distance greeted his eyes.

Skillfully remove the clip and replace it with new ammunition, pull the gun/bolt, raise both arms at an astonishing speed with almost no time to aim, and pull the trigger with the index finger.

There were two black round bullet holes on the head of the dummy standing in the distance.

"It's not bad." After observing the whole movement of the child, Zhong Yuan also commented and praised from the bottom of his heart.

"Mr. Zhong...Mr. Zhongyuan." Finger buckled the explosion-proof glasses, pulled them up and took them off, the hair bound by the rubber band was liberated, fluffy and exploded, and returned to the sides of the cheeks obediently.

It was summer, and the training room was not well ventilated, so it was a bit stuffy.Wiping the beads of sweat hanging from his neck with his sleeve, Tsushima exhaled a few breaths.

"It's okay, your face is a little red." It looks like you're going to suffer from heat stroke...

After a few seconds of silence, a slightly worried voice said, "How long have you been here?" Looking at the blisters between the other's fingers due to holding the gun, the man asked.

Because the mobile phone on his body was placed in the locker, he didn't know the exact time "...not very clear." After a daze, Tsushima replied.

"You didn't come here in the afternoon." Thinking about what the Ministry of Intelligence said, Zhong Yuanzhong also sighed.

"Ah."

"I told you, don't push yourself too hard." Scratching the back of his head with his hands, his helpless voice echoed in the empty room, and Nakaya took out a Band-Aid from his pocket and handed it over.

Because I helped arrange the wounded in the morning, I accidentally left two in my pocket, but I didn't expect it to come in handy.

"Mr. Zhongyuan, who was so tired that he accidentally fell asleep, has no right to say anything about me." The corner of his mouth curled up, and with a chuckle, the boy took the Band-Aid, unwrapped it, and wrapped it around his knuckles.

"...Tch." His lips were pursed, he was speechless, he raised his hand to hold the hat, and looked away, "Let's go, what do you want to eat?"

"It will be all right."

From the corner of his eye, he looked at the quiet young man sitting in the co-pilot, holding the seat belt with his fingers, buckling the elastic buckle as if to pass the time.

The obsidian-like dark eyes stared unfocused at the ever-changing night outside the window, as if in a daze, but also seemed to be concentrating on thinking, which made people uncertain.

The red light changed to a green light, and the man with brown hair lightly stepped on the gas pedal.

Although this kid is always smiling, but for some reason... I always feel that smile is always a little weird.

There was an inexplicable sense of incongruity in the forced smile that seemed to be for camouflage.

——Really, don’t laugh if you don’t want to laugh.

Pulled up the handbrake, "Here we are." Turning to look at the gray-haired boy who was unbuttoning his seat belt, "...Have you been staying in hotels all this time?"

"It's very convenient. You don't need to clean it yourself, and you can also deliver meals at regular intervals." After a pause, Tsushima continued, "After all, I don't like cleaning, so it's good to live here."

"That's it." But it's too much to use a hotel as a "home".

He didn't express his inner thoughts. After all, this is someone else's business, so Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded slightly.

"Then see you tomorrow, Mr. Nakahara."

Just when he was about to drive, he heard the boy's farewell, and suddenly remembered the things he had left behind.The car window lowered slowly, "By the way, you don't have to come to Hong Kong tomorrow."

"Huh? Am I fired?"

"...How is it possible." Nakahara Nakaya choked for a moment, "Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow are your holidays." Isn't this guy Tsushima's way of thinking a bit strange.

...holidays.

Leisurely gnawing on the cut watermelon brought by the hotel waiter, spitting out melon seeds on the fruit plate, Tsushima focused on watching the variety show on TV.

Some loose white T-shirts were worn loosely on the body, and a few drops of watermelon water were faintly splashed on the corners of the clothes.After changing his posture and sitting cross-legged, the boy fell into deep thought.

What do ordinary people do on vacation?

...shopping with friends, watching a movie or something?

my friend?

A figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

After wiping his hands with a paper towel, he picked up the mobile phone that was charging on the bedside, buried his body in the soft quilt, and slid the screen sideways with his left hand.

"To: Uncle"

"Do you want to go out to play tomorrow? Anywhere is fine. I'm just a little bored."

Waited for a while, and no reply.Yawning, Tsushima gave up waiting and prepared to turn off the lights and go to sleep.

A sudden vibrating sound broke the silent atmosphere, and someone's white hand quickly picked up the phone and swiped open the lock screen.

"Uncle: Ah, I was writing something just now and didn't see it, sorry."

"Uncle: Yes, how about going to Chinatown, there will be activities there tomorrow."

The corners of the mouth curled up inadvertently, and the boy's slender fingers pressed up to send.

"Myself: OK."

"What is this?" Sipping milk tea, the gray-haired boy tilted his head like a curious baby and looked at the team not far away.

"Don't Tsushima-kun know? This is the Chinese "lion dance". "

After getting the reply, the puffed cheeks were filled with pearls, and while chewing carefully, Tsushima took out his mobile phone, entered this word into the search engine, and browsed the encyclopedia.

"Wouldn't it be hot to stay inside?" After reading the introduction, he raised his head, and the young man said something abruptly.

After all, the weather is not very cool today, so I came out carelessly wearing a thin short-sleeved shirt.

"Ahaha...it's definitely hot." Smiling awkwardly, Shan Rong didn't know what to say.

"What is this?" Seeing something new, the teenager's attention was quickly diverted.

"This is candied haws." Turning his head, as expected, he saw the other party seriously searching on his mobile phone. He felt a little cute, and the middle-aged man laughed, "Do you want to eat Tsushima?"

"want."

"Okay, give me two skewers."

"Give me two skewers, please."

Two voices, one large and one small, overlapped, and both sides looked in the direction of the opposite sound source.

"It's you." The pupils shrank suddenly, and the white-haired boy roared nervously, "The port..."

"Not now." I'm on vacation.

Quickly opening his mouth to interrupt Atsushi Nakajima's words that were about to blurt out, Tsushima turned sideways expressionlessly, with a threatening look in his eyes.

"Huh?" Shocked by the other party's gloomy and dangerous gaze like a snake, he shuddered, and Dun stood stiffly on the spot, not daring to move.

"port?"

"I met him at the seaside." Just opening his mouth, Tsushima fabricated a lie without blushing, "It's just a passerby who met once."

"That's it." Without doubting the other party's words, the middle-aged man took the candied haws from the vendor and "here." Shan Rong handed the red candied haws to the gray-haired boy.

"Give us two strings." The girl who had been silent for a long time suddenly spoke out when she took out coins from the coin with the rabbit pattern on it.

Because the ready-made candied haws have been sold out, the hawker boiled new syrup on the spot, "How does it taste?" Looking at the boy who had already started eating, Jinghua tilted her head and asked.

Because he was curious about the production process of this food, Tsushima did not choose to leave, but continued to stay here "a little sour." He licked the sugar on his teeth and expressed his feelings.

"But it's okay." Within the acceptable range.

"Hey—then I'll have a bunch too." A frivolous voice suddenly interjected, "Would Kunikida-kun want a bunch?"

"Tsk, you obviously want me to pay for you." A low, unhappy voice escaped from the mouth of the man with yellow hair.

"I've been spotted~"

"..." Turning his gaze to the smiling brown-haired man next to him, Tsushima licked the bits of sugar on his lips, and bowed his head silently.

"Huh? You've made friends." Not caring about the indifferent reaction from the other party, Osamu Dazai deliberately widened his eyes with a funny look of surprise, "This really...shocked me."

"I didn't expect someone like you to be able to make love...Wow, it hurts..." Osamu Dazai bent down in pain, clutching his forehead that was hit.

"Stop gossiping, you bastard." Kunikida Doppo gritted his teeth viciously, and withdrew his hand holding the notebook, "There will be a lantern festival over there, do you want to go and see it?" Instantly switched to a gentle tone, the man bowed his head Suggested to the gray-haired boy in front of him.

"Yeah." Tsushima nodded as he threw the finished bamboo sticks into the trash can.

The author has something to say: In fact, Tsushima’s thinking is indeed a bit simple, like a child’s feeling, right?

It's like watching a horse race, the horse runs very fast, the adults are cheering, and then the children will ask if it hurts to whip the horse.

When Tsushima saw the lion dance, his first reaction was whether the people inside would be hot.

But it's just a little bit of worry, and he won't act like a virgin.

After all, this is someone else's business.

In a sense, there is also the indifference of a child.

(For example, stepping on the bugs indifferently to see if the bugs will be trampled to death by themselves)

So children are both angels and demons.

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Tsushima: If you dare to say that I am a member of the port mafia, I will kill you jpg.

Atsushi Nakajima: I dare not make a sound. jpg.

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Although Osamu Dazai didn't like Tsushima very much, he still showed mercy.

If it was Hei Shizai who saw someone he hated as much as himself, Hei Shizai would probably directly turn his dementia into autism.

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Because the comments on this article say it is too depressing, so I often write some sand sculptures to try to make you happy.

Although I think this article is not too knife.... right?

In fact, the plot I originally wanted to write was better, but if the plot is too depressing, no one will like it, so it has become the current article.

No one will really read my article and cry, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (dog head jpg)