Ghost of Tsushima

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that he should be crazy.

For a moment, he felt that he should belong here, that he should stay with Xiu Zhi and not go anywhere. There was too much sadness seeping from the walls of the room, together with the dreams that had come into his mind privately since he moved in. Together they softened his vigilance and drained his reason.He just wrapped the white figure in his arms, but felt that the sadness of the whole house was on his shoulders alone, as if he was the culprit for all of this.

"I will help you," he let go of his arms, raised his head and said softly to Xiu Zhi, "I will help you leave here and reincarnate, so that you can find your lover."

"When he sees you again, he will still love you."

Xiu Zhi sniffed and raised his head to look at him, his eyes were red: "Really? Can you guarantee that he will still love me?"

"Where will I promise you to go?" Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help laughing, "I will create conditions for you, you have to seize the opportunity and pursue it vigorously."

He sighed helplessly, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, and replied what Xiu Zhi had not had time to say.

"I asked you to check the bookshelves just now, did you find anything?"

Xiu Zhi opened his mouth to say something, but finally closed his mouth and shook his head.

Zhong Yuan also stood up, walked to the bookshelf and wiped away the tears seeping from the corners of his eyes with his back turned to Xiu Zhi.

"Let me read it again. After all, you can't touch these books, and maybe some clues will be missed."

"Okay," Xiu Zhi said, "let me know if you have any new news."

The bookshelf is very high, and the top shelf can be reached with an outstretched arm. Zhongyuan Zhong also took out all the books and rummaged through them. They were full of books such as novels and travel notes. Among them were a few children's copybooks. It was crooked, and when the last page was turned over, it was written in large and correct characters, "Brother Xiuzhi is a big villain". Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help laughing, and handed the book to Xiuzhi to read.

"I guess it was written by your little neighbor. Did you punish him for copying it?"

"I won't do such boring things as punishment for copying." Xiu Zhi leaned over and took a look, "But the handwriting is very similar, it should be written by my little neighbor."

"You are really good at it, you are actually the kind of person who teaches and educates people."

"Hmm... Maybe it's because I'm lonely," Xiu Zhi said, "If I was alone at that time, I wouldn't be able to do things like teaching children to read... It's boring to be alone."

It also took Zhongyuanzhong a long time to check all the books carefully one by one. There is really no clue to speak of such books stacked on the shelves. The books were put back, and they were still stacked on the table after being strenuously placed on them, and they planned to get up tomorrow and tidy them up.

Before going to the kitchen, Zhong Yuanzhong still didn't forget to check the bed and the wardrobe. There were a few white shirts and gray blue feathers hanging in the wardrobe, and neatly folded trousers were placed on the shelf.He shook all these and searched his pockets carefully, even the bedding on the bed was turned up and checked carefully. The dust that was slapped dazzled his eyes. From his eyes, he saw Xiu Zhi standing at the door looking at him, there was even a hint of illusory sadness on his slightly frowning face.

He wiped away his tears with his wrist, and Shuji stood in the doorway blinking and staring at him.

"Have you lost your eyesight?" Xiu Zhi asked, "Do you want to go downstairs and wash it with water?"

"No, it's fine now," Nakahara shook his head, turned on the flashlight and walked out of the house, "I have to eat something, and I'll go to bed after eating. It's eleven o'clock now."

"Take the kerosene lamp with you." Xiu Zhi pointed to the orange lamp and said, "It's very dark in the restaurant, you can put the lamp on the dining table or cooking table to illuminate it."

Zhongyuan Zhong also thought it would be much more convenient to carry a kerosene lamp directly, so he turned off the flashlight and threw it aside, and brought out the kerosene lamp from the room.

Nakahara finally chose to put the kerosene lamp on the cooking table. He took out a tuna rice ball from the cabinet and took half of the leftover bread from lunch, and sat on the cooking table with green tea to eat.

Xiu Zhi was floating by the window opposite him and looked at him. He was too far away to see Xiu Zhi's expression, but the other party did not move.

"What are you thinking about?" Chuya Nakahara asked, "Share what you think of quickly."

"I'm thinking that you are more pleasing than yesterday. If you can always be like this, it doesn't matter if you slow down your mind."

"You just can't speak," Zhong Yuanzhong also laughed, "Don't mock me while I'm in a good mood, it's not that difficult to say 'thank you' properly."

"I don't want to thank you." Xiu Zhi muttered and turned his head away.

"Whether you like to talk or not, big-hearted people like me don't care about these small details." Zhong Yuanzhong also took two bites of bread, "I will tell you my latest conclusion, and you must tell me whatever you think of .”

"What conclusion did you come to?" Xiu Zhi asked.

"I found out the owner of the room," Nakahara said, "Since that room is your 'brain' and there are letters written to you in it, it must be your room. As for the room beside me now I think the room you live in may be where your lover lived before."

"why?"

"Because there are no other rooms," Zhong Yuan said with a smile. "This house has three bedrooms. You can't let your friends live in the room of your dead lover. Although yours is a double bed, there is only one bedroom in this room." A pillow and a set of bedding, obviously you just have the big bed to yourself."

"But what's strange now is that there is no bedding on the bed in your lover's room, and no clothes in the closet...won't you burn them all?"

"I don't remember," Xiu Zhi shook his head, "If I remember this, I will tell you, maybe you can find out where my lover is buried."

When Xiu Zhi said this, Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that the topic suddenly became heavy, so he shrugged and stopped talking, and concentrated on his dinner.

It was already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night when he climbed into the sleeping bag and lay down. Just as he was about to close his eyes and go to sleep, he saw Xiu Zhi's white figure floating in from the door, squatting down beside him, staring at him with his beautiful big eyes. He didn't move.

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Are you okay? I'm going to bed."

"Have you ever loved someone?" Xiu Zhi suddenly asked, "I'm a little curious, can you understand my 'love'?"

"Why did you ask this question suddenly?" Nakahara looked at him helplessly, "I haven't had a lover yet, but if you're talking about 'love' between lovers, I think it's all the same."

"On the point of 'love', human emotions are common."

"So you understand what I mean?" Xiu Zhi blinked and smiled, "It's best if you understand me."

Xiuzhi began to chat with him in a low voice, talking about irrelevant things, and finally even pulled out Nanyang witchcraft, and Zhong Yuanzhong was able to chat with him at first, but later his eyelids became more and more blurry. The more it got heavier, the voice in the ear gradually disappeared, and in the blurred vision, only Xiu Zhi was smiling, with the corners of his mouth curled up, his eyes narrowed like crescent moons, so gentle that almost dripping water.

The smile was too weird and indistinguishable from the one in the dream, and Zhong Yuanzhong was also attacked by drowsiness, and when he woke up, Xiuzhi was no longer at the bedside.

He took a look at the watch on the table, it was two o'clock in the morning, and he had just slept for less than two hours.

Frowning, he sat up from the sleeping bag, put on his shoes briskly, and walked out the door cautiously with a flashlight.

Nakahara also went directly to the room next door that had just opened the door. He had just searched carefully, but his intuition told him that there was still something there.

Either Xiuzhi really didn't remember, or he was lying to him, hiding something that he didn't want him to know.

Fortunately, Xiu Zhi was not in that room, Nakahara Nakata stood in the center of the room and looked around, finally moved the chair carefully to the bookshelf, and stood on it lightly.

When he searched before, the top of the bookshelf was too high, so he barely touched the edge of the book and pulled it out, but the bookshelf is not thin from the side, if something is pushed to the top and inside, He couldn't see from below.

He scratched the edge of the bookshelf with one hand, and held up a flashlight with the other hand to illuminate it. Sure enough, he found a thin red leather booklet inside the top shelf.Holding the booklet in one hand, he carefully climbed down from the chair, wiped off the dust with his cuff, and opened the booklet by the light of the flashlight.

It was a photo album, and when it was opened, there were two people on the first side.

Xiuzhi's lover, who has the same name as himself, also has the same face as himself, holding a bouquet of red camellia and holding Xiuzhi's arm, standing in the photo and smiling at him.He turned over the photo, and there was a line of words written upside down on the top of the back.

22 years old, filmed with my lover Nakahara Nakaya at the Tsushima hut.

The hand holding the photo album was suddenly clenched, and Zhong Yuan Zhong also patiently turned over the pages. Inside were all photos of Xiu Zhi and his lover. In the last photo, Xiu Zhi's lover was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown standing next to a tree. Under the cherry blossom tree, there is a long text on the back of the photo.

At the age of 27, I took a photo with my lover Chuya Nakahara under the cherry blossom tree of Kyoto National Hospital.Chuya was very ill. It was the first time I cried in front of him. He joked that he would come back to me even if he died. As long as I wait, I will definitely see him again.I know he's just trying to comfort me... I don't want to wait for him, just hope he gets well.

Ah.Zhong Yuanzhong also chuckled and put the photo album on the chair. He pressed one hand on his forehead and opened his mouth, not knowing whether to cry or laugh. It looked ridiculous, like a fish that was about to drown, forcing himself to into the most desperate corners.

Is that guy a fool? He lowered his eyes and gave a wry smile. What a poor act.