[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

Moist eyeballs rolled slightly and blinked in bewilderment. "Who is that?" the child murmured, after hearing the other person's words, he still had a cold and dull expression, "I don't know."

long silence.

Mori Ogai sighed softly, "Well, it may be my illusion." A dark light flashed in his purple eyes, "Then, welcome to come here, Tsushima-kun." He waved his hand and stood aside The young man ordered something, the corner of his white clothes turned an arc in the air, and the man walked out of the room.

"Then, let's go, Tsushima-kun...?" Scratching his head, Atsushi Nakajima cautiously spoke to the child who stood motionless.

Withdrawing his gaze, he hummed an airy sound with his nose as an answer, "Yeah." Tsushima slowly lowered his head.

Although there was no flaw in the demeanor and tone just now, but I understood that Mori Ogai did not believe what he said, on the contrary, he doubted himself a little deeper.

Her fingertips moved, she raised her hand to touch her cheek, and looked sideways at the glass of the window.

On the smooth surface reflecting the dark tree shadows, his own face was vaguely reflected.

Ah, this lifeless, disgusting, timid and cowardly look, this is me.

His haggard, lifeless gray hair was curled, and a few unruly short locks were raised up.

The black eyeballs looked as if someone had scribbled them on with a shabby crayon—an uncomfortably lifeless, shadowy look.

Just looking at his face, there is an indescribable sense of fear overflowing from his chest, as if he saw a poison, and he wanted to scream, but found that the person who turned into a poisonous insect was as desperate as himself.

It's ugly.

Such a self, how is it similar to Dazai Osamu?

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The ballpoint pen twirled on the fingertips, raised his hand and rubbed his temples, looking distressed.After lying on the table in a daze for a while, the man finally stood up and walked towards the door.Going around the stacked desks and chairs in the corridor with ease, Mori Ogai entered the classroom.

Looking at the children sitting on the seats reading, the corners of their lips curled up, "Good afternoon, how are you doing today~" The frivolous voice melted in the warm air.

"Ah, Dean!" Hearing this, several children raised their heads and exclaimed in surprise, "Good afternoon."

He patted the heads of the little Doudings who came up and said, "By the way, what about Tsushima-kun." After a pause for a few seconds, the black-haired man continued, "I wonder if everyone gets along well with Tsushima-kun~"

"Tsushima seems to have gone to pick up books in the library, and seems to want to find a new book to read~" Tilting his head and frowning, one of the boys recalled.

"Hey, Tsushima is really good, it seems like he knows everything~" There were noisy voices around him.

"Besides, Tsushima is just like the dean, very gentle, and looks good when he smiles—" the little loli sitting on the chair next to him giggled, the child's language expression ability is limited, and he can only use barren words Words express love for each other.

"That's it, then I won't disturb everyone's study, I still have something to do." Nodding, Mori Ogai got up and stood up, "If there is anything to do, sister Alice is in the next room."

"Hi—" The children answered in unison, resounding in the air.

Closing the door of the study room, and inserting his fingers into the back of his head, Mori Ogai scratched his head.

Gentle, kind, friendly... This description is completely different from the child I saw the day before yesterday.

Which one is the real you?

A certain gray-haired child with expressionless face and quiet like a puppet emerged in his mind, sighing from his mouth.

...Actually, this made me even more worried, Tsushima-kun.

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"Peeping is not a good habit, Dean." She closed the book with her white palm and looked in a certain direction.The boy moved his lips, and his clear and unchanging neutral voice stood out in the quiet library.

No longer hiding his figure, he leaned out from the corner behind the bookshelf, the man lowered his steps, walked to the boy's side, and sat on the ground at a short distance, "Tsushima-kun is very sensitive to people's eyes .”

"It's okay." Ignoring the prying eyes of the other party, he stretched out his right hand, and Tsushima picked up a book that was placed beside him before, and opened it. "Your eyesight is too conspicuous."

"That's it." Pretending to have a sudden realization expression, "That's really embarrassing." Mori Ogai said with a smile: "Speaking of which, Tsushima-kun doesn't seem to be in a good mood."

Someone flicked the book, and if you observe carefully, you will find that the little hand of the child holding the book is trembling slightly.

The soft bangs swayed towards one side of the cheek following the owner's movements, revealing the face under the shadow "Is there?" Blinking his eyes and showing a warm and just right smile, Tsushima said distressedly: "I You are obviously smiling, how can you be sad?"

Happiness means smile, but smile doesn't mean happiness. "

One hand lightly pressed the gray hair of the other party, rubbed it, and the voice of sighing slowly flowed in the sunlight with the smell of book ink, "Don't be too immersed in the darkness, Tsushima-kun. Maybe there is you your destiny, but not your salvation."

Blinking eyes in confusion, as if understanding the meaning of the other party's words, after a long while, a calm voice with no emotion or anger rang out: "People who are born in light will think that the world is full of light."

"But in my eyes, this world is dark." Looking at the sunlight projected between the curtains, Tsushima continued to murmur: "Even if there is light in this world, I can only see darkness."

Shaking his head in distress, and retracting his hand, Mori Ogai pursed his lips, and said calmly: "Even in a dark night, there will be stars and moons, Tsushima-kun." Shrugged: "Well, kid Or don't think so much. Are you hungry, do you want to eat something?"

The little brow was wrinkled, hugging the book, immersed in his own world in confusion, the gray-haired child was lost in thought.

Mori Ogai didn't urge him, but just quietly waited for the other party's reaction.

"You're right." A small whisper came from the curled up body, "Once upon a time, there was a person who told me..."

"Light will shine in through the cracks in the darkness." The black pupils were dyed with an unknown halo, like dots of light that kept jumping - it was the mottled shadow of trees under the sunlight outside the window.

"Tsushima-kun, Tsushima-kun--?" La Chang emphasized, and shouted helplessly: "Those things are very dangerous to you. Speaking of which, I obviously hid them, how did you find them? ..." Looking at the child playing with the bullets, he held his forehead in distress, and a black thread came down from the black-haired man's forehead.

...Since chatting with the child for a while, it seems that some switch has been turned on, and this guy suddenly began to break into his own field openly and disturb the office.

However, although this child is always probing on the edge of your anger, he never touches your bottom line and makes you really annoyed—this kind of badness really makes it hard not to think of a person.

However, although he is extremely similar to that person...but in some respects he is completely different. This kind of contradiction makes Mori Ogai a little surprised.

"Really." Putting the bullet in his finger back into the box, the gray-haired child shook his head, "...It's the first time I've touched something like this, so it's this kind of touch."

"Even if you are curious, don't touch it randomly." Watching the child put the bullet back, he was just about to breathe a sigh of relief, but the next second the other party's actions made him raise his heart in his throat again.

Shaking the iron box in his hand, he put his ears on it, "What is this, a gun?" He tried to open the box lid, and noticed that the lock was "locked."

Seeing the inexplicably excited Xiaotuanzi secretly tinkering with the keyhole with a small wire that he took out from nowhere, Mori Ogai supported his chin and let his eyes go blank.

...well, forget it.If something really happened, ask Butei next door for help.Thinking this way, someone gave up on blocking.

"Dean Mori, what is the gap between life and death?" Suddenly, the quiet atmosphere was broken.Playing with the gun in his hand, Tsushima asked quietly.

Nervously put down the pen in his hand, and rarely became serious, "Why do you ask this question, Tsushima-kun." He said in a low voice.

"I just want to know the answer to this riddle." The heavy firearm twirled in the palm of his hand, and then fell into the box, making a metallic clanging sound. "You know what?"

"...From my point of view, that's not a good answer." A complex look appeared on the black-haired man's face, "Tsushima-kun, please cherish your life."

As if being shocked, "...No, I don't have any thoughts of dying at all." Tsushima showed a helpless expression with the corners of his mouth pulled down.

After clapping his hands, he opened the door, and the gray-haired child walked out of the office without looking back, and graciously helped him close the door.

Putting his hands in his pockets, he looked up at the falling leaves in the yard, and walked slowly.

Is it the gap between life and death... According to the conclusion I have drawn from my own thinking, that is - near death.

Tsushima thought as he pinched the fallen leaves floating in his hair.

The author has something to say: I wrote a little more words (.)

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Dementia actually hates suicide very much, because Dazai Osamu committed suicide and hiccuped farts, it seems that he is a little ptsd on this topic.

Tsushima: I will not commit suicide, I hate suicide the most.

Mori Ogai: You better be.

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Osamu Dazai is a person who seeks death in life, while dementia is an existence that seeks life in death.

The two are similar but opposite in nature.