[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

"Well, don't be so nervous~" The bandaged hand stretched out the index finger, and touched the cheek, "Do you want something to drink?" A gentle voice escaped from his mouth, and the gray-haired boy wrapped his fingers around his ears as if passing the time. sideburns.

"...a cup of caramel macchiato." After a long silence, he silently looked away from the face of the person sitting opposite him, Tsushima whispered.

"Then I'll have a cup of Blue Mountain coffee." Said to the waiter holding the record board at the table, the boy narrowed his eye which was not blocked by the bandage.

Seeing the back of the waiter leaving, "You..." frowned, and the words that hesitated for a long time spit out from the gray-haired boy's throat, but were interrupted.

"Well, don't ask such spoiling questions for now~" Raising his arms and making a gesture of spreading his hands, the boy who is like a twin with Tsushima said without interest: "Answer my question first."

"You, do you hate yourself?" "Shadow" said with no emotion.

"..." His lips squirmed up and down, the answer he wanted to say was stuck on the tip of his tongue, and his black eyes trembled, vaguely implying someone's restless mood.

"Whether you're alive or dead, you won't be happy anywhere anyway, but you've been chasing impossible wishes and torturing yourself stupidly—even if you're wearing sheep's clothing, a wolf is still a wolf after all~" La With a long ending, the frivolous and malicious voice melted into the silent atmosphere.

"For people who are not of my race, their hearts must be different. I think you understand this truth." Looking at the other party's silence, he continued: "You can be happier, but you chose the most painful path."

Pause for a few seconds, probably organizing the language.The boy who had been talking endlessly shrugged his shoulders, "Obviously it's fine to give up all of it...Why do you care about other people's opinions, why do you have to live with other people's wishes? Does excess kindness have any effect on you? Is there any benefit?"

Sniffing the aroma escaping from the cup, he took a sip of coffee and raised the corners of his mouth, "You, or me, are not "monsters" who can live in the sun, or do you want to be burned by the sun until it melts. "

"You love others, but you never love yourself." Suddenly, with a little bit of fatigue, "Shadow" said in a low voice.

One hand caressed the small half of his face that was wrapped in bandages, "I can replace "you" and live on. "Shadow" murmured.

"...Replace me?" Eyes widened in confusion, Tsushima subconsciously clenched his hands on the table, nails digging into his palms.

The pupils shrank slightly, cold sweat gathered from the forehead, pooled, and then slowly slid down the skin.

Strangely, an inexplicably strange emotion welled up in my heart - "It seems that this is not bad."

I am a bad being.

I am not expected.

I am an existence that cannot bear the expectations of others.

...Why do you hate yourself so much, I also want to be a perfect person.

"But you..." Containing his gloomy emotions, Tsushima cheered up, "It's just a product of the influence of "fog", how could it be possible to replace me..." To live.

"...Don't you think you're just a body with supernatural powers?" His eyes widened in surprise, and his round pupils revealed a sigh of relief, "No way..."

Sighing, "Haven't you discovered what's special about yourself?" Tilting his head and propping his chin with his hands, the boy said softly, "Forget it... I won't tell you about this." The other free hand is raised, palm out, in a requesting gesture.

"Just give me the book." Narrowing his eyes slightly, "Shadow" solemnly emphasized the word "book". You can rest assured. "After all, it doesn't belong to this world, so it won't have any impact at all.

"You who lost the support of the book will probably disappear soon."

"After all, this is not your original world. Without the blessing of books... Well, if you are lucky, maybe no one will remember your existence." Blinking eyes, "This is not what you have been looking forward to. "death"? "

"I'm different from you, Tsushima-kun." Laughing softly, seeing Tsushima's tangled expression, the boy lowered his head, "I... don't want to disappear."

"I really, really want to live."

"Well, Mr. Dazai..." Sitting restlessly on the bench in the park, Nakajima Atsushi's eyes drifted a bit, "Why hasn't Tsushima-kun come back yet?" He hesitated.

"...Well, who knows." Although he didn't seem to mind, but the aura around the brown-haired man was a little dignified.

"I'm back." A light voice broke the silence.

Accompanied by the surprised gaze and worried words of the white-haired young man, Tsushima smiled stiffly and waved his hand dryly.

"I......"

I'm back to say goodbye to you.

What I wanted to say was stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.Because of anxiety, Huya subconsciously bit his lower lip, and the boy frowned.

"..." Osamu Dazai showed a thoughtful expression after noticing the other party's hesitant expression.

After a while, he let out a long sigh, closed his eyes in distress, and bent his back slightly, "Although I don't know what happened, I vaguely guessed your thoughts."

"I can't say enough advice to stop... After all, I also long for death." With a volume that only two people can hear, the man leaned forward and put his mouth next to the young boy's small ear "Before making this decision, make sure you won't regret it."

The warm breath sprayed on the gray-haired boy's cheeks, and when he heard the other's words, a complex dark light flashed in his obsidian eyes.

"Well, I still want to talk to you, but it seems that there are some things that need to be resolved first." Straightening his back, Dazai whistled frivolously, "An annoying little bug is coming."

"Did the devil notice our whereabouts... I don't know what kind of attention this guy is paying attention to this time." He laughed sarcastically, raised his head, and looked at the street lamp with his iris-colored eyes. side camera.

"Maybe I was deceived, and I was taken advantage of with just a few words, well...a paramecium that hasn't even grown all its hair can expect to have such a thing as an IQ."

"Huh? What are you talking about!??" The young man at the head keenly heard someone's mocking words, gritted his teeth, and waved his fist viciously.

"Well, don't be angry—"

Saying haha, the nervous boy stood aside and grabbed his angry colleague, "Well, sir..." He scratched his cheek with his fingers, and the yellow hair around his ears was blown by the evening wind. "My name is Ji Tianzhengchen, I probably want to ask something this time."

"Huh? What's it?" Putting his hands in his pockets, Osamu Dazai was quite patient with the seemingly intelligent person, and didn't move, standing where he was, quietly waiting for the other party's answer.

"That's right, do you know Tahara Anri?" He hesitated and scratched the back of her head, "If you can, you can tell us that she is now..."

"I don't know at all, we just came to Ikebukuro~"

Uninterestedly kicking a crushed can at the foot "Let me guess, probably "some kind person" told you that I know the whereabouts of "her", let you come to me. "Pause" "Ha, what an idiot." "

"Don't talk to him, he will probably confess after punching him a few times." "Huh? Are you looking down on us?" Amidst the noise of cursing and cursing from the surrounding crowd, Osamu Dazai didn't panic at all, he just raised the corners of his mouth .

"Yes." Then he said something very hateful.

"Ah, calm down, maybe there is some misunderstanding here!!"

"Mr. Dazai, please don't provoke others to come!!"

Although the voices are not quite the same, the helplessness contained in them is the same, and the voices of the two mingled.

Noticing each other, Masaomi Kida and Atsushi Nakajima's gazes collided, and their faces were filled with sympathy and frustration.

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Lazily raising his hands above his head, Osamu Dazai stretched his waist. "If you want to ask, just ask that "kind passer-by"~"

"After all, after a little investigation, we know that we are completely innocent people." Losing interest in the conversation, the brown-haired man smacked his lips, "Let's go, Dun, Jin..."

"Island...?" The relaxed voice suddenly stuck.

Turning around, what came into view was the empty, dark street behind him.

The author has something to say: girlfriends and book friends want this physical book written by me for collection.

Although similar collections have been made before, but due to the small number of prints-blood is expensive.

I don’t really mind if I make a book, after all, I’m a design student, and I can do the typesetting and proofreading by myself (it’s a bit slow.)

I looked at the price list of the factory and felt that more than [-] copies can keep the price within a reasonable range.

Of course, it is only used as an "exchange between like-minded people", it will not be sold publicly, and it will be used as a collection quietly in private (shh)

(Although I don't think there are enough people to make up fifty copies)

Of course, not so many people want it, so I won’t print it, and I don’t expect to make money from it, after all, it’s very tiring to find a print for the typesetting and making of the cover.

I even hope that there will be less than fifty people, so that I have a fair reason to be lazy.

I'm sorry I'm lazy (shame jpg)

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The special edition episode will probably be included in the book, and will not be published publicly, as a small gift.Then I will send a Tsushima Baji along with the book as no material, that's about it, the old routine jpg.

The extra episode is probably: the leader Zai is still alive, and the dementia has not yet been born, as a supplementary setting, the previous story.

Plus a comprehensive short story by Tsushima.

There are also ifif lines (the original design of Tsushima), and some messy small theaters and the like.

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I have been writing for so long, and my dementia is almost over. It is estimated that the whole book should be about 20 words.

Hey, hey, it's he, don't ask, hehehe, it's okay (perfunctory jpg)