[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

"Does Jinghua want to play with this?" Blinking his eyes, the white-haired boy turned his attention to the roadside stall.

What came into view was-placed on the ground and packaged, all kinds of dolls and decorations.

On the board erected next to it was written a line of big characters: "Two hundred yuan five rings".

"This is... the game that you can take away after you put it in the set." Atsushi Nakajima said hesitantly because he didn't see it often.

"I want a rabbit." Following the girl's focused gaze, there was a pink rabbit doll half the height of a person in the farthest back row.

Because oversized dolls are not easy to loop, the shopkeeper set up a small table with sticks in front of the large prizes for looping.

"Ahhh, it was almost." Scratching the back of his head irritably, Atsushi Nakajima sighed, "Damn it, it was almost there." Helplessly, he slumped his back and shook his head decadently.

"I'm sorry...Jinghua, I don't have much money anymore." She looked at the calm black-haired girl beside her without tears, "Come on, Jinghua."

"You are here." A familiar voice came from the noisy crowd, "...you are playing with this." He raised his eyebrows, looking at the lost look of the two people in front of him, Kunikida seemed to understand what.

The black eyes scanned, and quietly looked at the yellow-haired man who was walking.As if he wanted to ask something, but he held back, Tsushima closed his opened lips tightly.

"Where's Mr. Dazai?"

"Tsk, that guy, he suddenly disappeared at some point." The fingers holding the notebook turned slightly white due to the exertion. question.

"Speaking of which, are you playing with rings? This kind of thing is a lie..."

"Give me a group."

Two voices, one large and one small, merged together.

Looking at Tsushima with a blank expression on his face, he took out two coins from his pocket and handed them over in surprise, Atsushi Nakajima hesitated for a while, "Well, Tsushima-kun, this is very difficult, you better not waste time... eh ?”

The red plastic ring drew a graceful arc in the air, slammed into it, and hung on the top of the pole.Then it spun rapidly and continuously, and fell to the bottom little by little.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee out up at the grey-haired boy, Atsushi Nakajima and Kyoka, the gray-haired boy who casually threw other rings out, but got all presents without exception. They all opened their mouths wide.

After taking away the two smaller dolls and looking at the other dolls left, Tsushima turned around, gestured to the boss with his eyes, and sent the remaining prizes over there.

Looking at the bunny doll with a huge gift knot tied around its neck, the corners of its mouth curled up, its eyes sparkling, "King Hua, can you accept it?"

"I don't need this kind of thing." Playing with the phone, he swipe the screen with his fingers, looking a little cold, but the cute cat and fox dolls hugged under his arm on the other side of his body eased the alienated temperament of the teenager.

"Thank you." Quan Jinghua said with a solemn bow.

"Tsushima-kun is so powerful, I can't miss it no matter how hard I try."

"Because it has been tampered with." The crisp young voice melted into the air. "It must be something inside the ring. I'm not sure if I haven't disassembled it."

"This...how did Tsushima do it?"

"Just calculate the angle." He paused for a while, as if trying to organize his words, but finally gave up explaining, "You can't learn it anyway."

"Haha, that's exactly what you said." With a wry smile, the white-haired boy curled up his mouth in embarrassment without getting angry at being ridiculed.

"..." Looking up at the smirking person in front of him strangely, Tsushima raised his eyebrows, "...Is there anything funny about this?" Aren't you angry?

"Because Jinghua is very happy." The purple-gold eyes narrowed gently, "Thank you."

"...You're welcome." The hand holding the phone paused for a while.After a while, he turned his head to the side, and a low voice came out of his throat.

Seeing the boy's awkward performance throughout the whole process, Doppo Kunikida's originally frowning brows gradually eased, and his mood improved. "Which Mr.... was with you before?" He changed the subject and asked.

"Uncle is going to buy tickets for the Lantern Festival."

"Ah, it sounds like people who bought a ticket can release Kongming lanterns at night for free." Atsushi Nakajima suddenly remembered, "It feels very fun."

"..." He didn't speak, just turned his body silently, turned the phone to an angle where others could not see, Tsushima silently typed "Kongming Lantern" in the search engine.

"Ah, Tsushima—you're here too." Holding a black marker, a white figure approached, followed by a petite black-haired girl "Well... that's right, after all It’s here to lead the light.”

"Hmm." Looking at the white-haired young man who was suddenly no longer afraid and became familiar with him unilaterally for no reason, Tsushima had no choice but to respond in a low voice.

Not hating... such enthusiasm.

Just a little unaccustomed to it... a little scared.

"You are friends of Tsushima." Shanrong turned around, holding two off-white paper lanterns, showing a big smile, "By the way, has Tsushima decided to write any wishes yet?"

"Ah... I don't know what wish to write." Scratching his cheek with his index finger in distress, the white-haired boy closed his eyes in pain.

"Is Tun going to write 'Endless Ochazuke' on it? "

"This wish sounds good too... Eh, Dazai-san?" He muttered to himself while holding his chin.After realizing who the owner of the voice was, Atsushi Nakajima quickly came back to his senses.

"This wish has already been written by the detective--!" He held up the paper lantern in his hand as if showing off, showing a row of bold "endless snacks" wishes written on it.

"Haha... It really is a wish that looks like Mr. Ranpo." Looking at everyone in the detective agency around, the white-haired boy said haha.

"If you don't know what to write, just write "everything goes well" and "safe and worry-free"... this kind of wish will be fine. Noticing someone who was in trouble, Tanizaki Junichiro suggested in a low voice.

"Tsushima, don't you...don't write your wish?" From the corner of his eyes, he saw the gray-haired boy lighting the Kongming lantern with a lighter, and Tun turned around in surprise.

"Maybe it's because you don't have any wishes to come true?" The yellow-haired young man who closed the pen cap after writing the wishes blinked, stretched his waist and said with a smile, "That's great, I have things that I can't finish. wish."

"Hey, Mr. Dazai doesn't write wishes either." Looking at the two people who lit and released paper lanterns one after the other, they froze for a while, "Ah, then I have to hurry..." Looking at the paper lanterns Atsushi Nakajima racked his brains to speed up his thinking after Tsushima left silently ahead of schedule.

"It's not so much that I don't have a wish, it's better to say... that my wish can't be realized."

The green eyes opened at some time looked at the direction someone was leaving, then turned his head and moved his gaze to the side admiring the sparks in the sky, the beige windbreaker was blown up freely by the wind behind him—the person who fell into thinking and remained silent for a long time The brown-haired man, Ranpo Edogawa spit out words in a low voice.

"What wish did uncle write?"

"My wish is that Tsushima-kun can be happy."

"Uncle." He stopped in his tracks and raised his head. "Are you looking at someone through me?" Without sadness or joy, the calm eyes like the surface of water reflected the warm and flickering lights on the roadside .

"...Probably." The atmosphere was silent for a long time, and the dry voice sounded tiredly, "Once upon a time, because of my indifference, so..."

"Holding the idea that "nothing will happen even if I don't care", I completely ignored it, but when I came back to my senses, the child had committed suicide. "Raising his arms and covering the lower half of his face, Shanrong lowered his head awkwardly.

"It's also... holding the desire for redemption, so I don't want to see... tragedy happen again."

"So, Tsushima-kun, please...don't give up."

The corners of the mouth that had been pulled down gradually lifted, evoking a gentle arc.

The distant lights of vehicles driving back and forth on the road in the distance cast a layer of broken light on the boy's upright body, hazy and unreal.

"Ah."

The author has something to say: When dogs meet cats.

Tsushima: This guy has 1.. troubles.

(Why am I so indifferent to him and still laugh at me stupidly)

Ton: Because Tsushima-kun is a good man!

Tsushima:?Are you sure (dumbfounded jpg)

After all, Dun is a little sun, and he burned his mind to the point of dementia.

For unfamiliar people, dementia is very indifferent, it will be fine if you get familiar with it (?

If a person with a personality like dementia joins a detective agency where almost all of them are good people, it will feel like a shy cat being pinched and licked by a bunch of enthusiastic dogs....