[Comprehensive Writer] Lonely Hell

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—————We—or you are happy because they are dead

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was walking slowly on the street with the manuscript fee he had just received in his arms. He watched the passers-by around him with a little emotion.

The magazine he contributed to happened to have the same name as the "Literary Spring and Autumn" founded by Kuan, which may be the reason why he first chose the magazine to submit his article to.It was obviously a nonsense talk that might not even be considered a short story, but he unconsciously picked up a pen and wrote some random words. It has to be said that he hadn't picked up a pen for a long time and even felt a little rusty.

Recalling that when he walked into that magazine and handed over his article, the editor in charge read it and immediately invited the editor-in-chief to talk to him in detail.After ensuring that the quality of future articles will not be lower than this one, and that they will only be published exclusively, the editor-in-chief signed a contract with him with a wave of his hand, and immediately gave him a certain manuscript fee, and promised to send it to him after publication A sample issue... Akutagawa Ryunosuke shook his head, this feeling of being regarded as a newcomer to literature, how should I put it, he kind of missed it.

During the most passionate youth time in his life, he thought of Kume and Hiroshi who would talk about literature with him, Natsume-sensei who looked very serious and practical but was quite kind to him, and remembered the taciturn but still A fiery heart of myself...

Following the flow of people, the route deviated unconsciously. When Akutagawa Ryunosuke pulled himself out of his memory, the strange buildings on the street came into his eyes.Looking around, I didn't see any familiar scenery.

It seems... Lost?Akutagawa thought with some uncertainty, he happened to be standing at a crossroad, and pedestrians walked past him in twos and threes, he tried hard to identify where he was at this time, but gave up quickly.

In desperation, he took out his mobile phone and planned to make a call, but he paused after accidentally catching a glimpse of a restaurant, and slowly put the mobile phone back into his pocket.

He walked into the restaurant and ordered without even opening the menu: "Teriyaki yellowtail, and a bottle of sake."

Akutagawa watched the waiter leave with the notebook, leaned his body slightly to the left and leaned against the glass, a pot of green radishes grew lushly beside him, and the slender leaves brushed his forehead inadvertently, causing a slight itchiness meaning.The young man looked sideways at the passers-by outside the glass window, his long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and seemed to be open or closed. The sunlight stayed in his hair, and his tightly pursed lips made the face appear stiff. So it softened up a bit.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa felt extremely sleepy in the tranquility, and the unnegligible tiredness struck again, drilling into the brain and wandering in the blood.Whether it is physical fatigue or mental burnout, Akutagawa closed his eyes slightly and gave up the control of his senses, but his brain was still spinning and thinking.

He once thought that he might become a god, and then he felt that he was the poor Isaac, and now he realized that Abraham might indeed be his incarnation.He is a person who advocates the supremacy of art and even does not hesitate to make a deal with the devil, but he has fallen into hell before becoming the purest artist.

The eyelashes rested softly on the eyelids, and the youth caressed by the warm sunlight dimly focused his eyes on a tree outside the glass window. The dense leaves above the tall and straight tree covered the roof tiles like an upside-down cloak , the light that was dyed emerald green exuded the fragrance of vegetation, the young man's head slipped from the glass to the crook of his arms, as if he would sink into the kingdom of Hypnos in the next second.

"Your food is ready, sir."

The voice of the waitress accompanied by bursts of aroma awakened Akutagawa Ryunosuke who was about to fall asleep. He opened his eyes and watched the golden yellowtail covered with sauce in the middle of the white porcelain plate on the table. With a graceful aroma, I took a chopstick and gently pinched off a piece of fish. The white and tender fish inner layer contrasted with the dark brown skin infected by the sauce. Put it in the mouth, the freshness of the ocean and the tenderness of fat plus a little freshness The spiciness of wasabi puree hits the soul directly.

Akutagawa closed his eyes and slowly tasted the taste in his mouth, his lips slightly curved into a small arc, and his sleepy heart seemed to be aroused by this teriyaki yellowtail.

"It's such a familiar taste..." Akutagawa sighed softly, and after eating the plate of teriyaki yellowtail in an elegant and fast manner, he put his chopsticks aside , reached out to take the wine bottle on the side, held the neck of the wine bottle in one hand and held the wine glass in the other, watching the clear wine poured from the wine bottle into the glass like a line.

After drinking a glass of sake, I was a little more drunk.Perhaps it was because the owner of this body was not good at drinking, the young man's pale face gradually turned red.The slender and well-articulated fingers gently shook the white jade-like wine glass slowly, and the translucent wine reflected the lights on the ceiling, creating many double images in the haze.

The gap filled by loneliness is overflowing at this moment, gradually dissipating and collapsing in the transparent air.

A ray of moisture gradually welled up in his eyes, Akutagawa faced the empty seat opposite, a little dizzy, his gaze blankly stared at a certain point in front of him, and the wine in his hand swirled clockwise against the wall of the glass , the light in the field of view is slightly distorted.Akutagawa smiled without warning, and raised the wine glass in his hand, as if clinking glasses with someone in the void.

"Respect Natsume-sensei." He said softly.

"Kimi Kume..."

"Respectfully..."

He counted his friends one by one, not even his enemies in literature.

"King Tanizaki..." Akutagawa's voice paused, and he smiled softly, "I know you must be very angry that I committed suicide on your birthday..." The voice gradually fell into silence.

The young man's eyes shimmered like they had been washed with water. He filled the wine glass again, and turned sideways to face the figure reflected in the glass, with a soft curve on his lips.

He raised the cup in his hand to gesture to his figure.

There are three deaths in a person's life, Akutagawa Ryunosuke thought, who else in this world remembers them?Apart from himself, only he can remember "Akutagawa Ryunosuke". He is a wandering soul who wanders in the world and dreams forever.

Only man lives in the past and in memory, and that is where suffering comes from.

If this is a dream, why not let him wake up quickly... Akutagawa felt his head getting heavier and heavier, he tried his best to support his eyelids, and opened his eyes wide to look at the wine glass in his hand.Lights like stars falling from the sky flickered in the cup, blinding his eyes.

He remembered a short poem from before, and the memory became so clear at such a moment that he even whispered unconsciously.

"countless

fine sand star

One winked at me"

The wine glass in his hand fell off the table, and the wine drenched his sleeves. At this moment, the young man was lying on the table and fell into a deep sleep.

The author has something to say:

感谢在2020-01-2521:59:55~2020-01-2720:50:08期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thank you to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of sea salt lemon, choose another day to die again; 5 bottles of pro, Molu Caiwei;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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