[Comprehensive Writer] Lonely Hell

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——————At this time, I can forget the indescribable fatigue and burnout, as well as the inexplicable, inferior, and boring life

Oh my god... the woman covered her ears trying to avoid the man's crying, her eyes pointed to Oda Sakunosuke who poked his head out of the door to observe the situation: Why didn't Oda-sensei persuade Mr. Dazai...

Unable to persuade him, he has been crying for several days, Miss Secretary... Oda Sakunosuke reluctantly mouthed the crying man: After all, it is Akutagawa-sensei...

"Uwah Akutagawa-sensei, if it wasn't for saving me, Akutagawa-sensei, he wouldn't have fallen, woooooooo, Akutagawa-sensei!"

The magic sound still continued, Miss Secretary covered her ears and said with difficulty: "Mr. Dazai! Mr. Dazai! Please wait and cry again, we will never give up looking for Mr. Akutagawa!"

"Woo, how long will it take?" The red-haired man looked over with tears in his eyes.

The woman sighed: "There are too many parallel worlds... and the development of different worlds may not be the same. Maybe Mr. Akutagawa in another world is not a writer but a pianist or entrepreneur... The government sent someone to recreate the parallel world. Back to the space-time gap and detected space fluctuations, it should be the violent fluctuation of the soul of the same body that sucked Mr. Akutagawa's soul, if Mr. Akutagawa's soul is in the body of the same body, it will be even more difficult to find."

"And..." the woman was silent for a moment, and a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes, "According to Mr. Dazai's description, Mr. Akutagawa's consciousness had already been affected by the corrupter at that time. If Mr. Akutagawa lost his reincarnation in another world memories of..."

"But, that's Akutagawa-sensei! No matter what world you are in, as long as you are Akutagawa-sensei, you will never give up creating!" Osamu Dazai suddenly raised his head, his eyes were firm, "The only thing that will never change!"

The woman's eyes lit up suddenly, and she clapped her hands as if suddenly enlightened: "In this way, we only need to find those worlds with works that Akutagawa-sensei has never written in our history! As expected of Mr. Dazai, I will go find them right away." curator!"

"Wait, I'm going too!"

In the smoky room, the young man skillfully held a snow-white cigarette between his index and middle fingers. He closed his eyes and took a puff in satisfaction. Circles of tiny ripples.

Then Akutagawa slowly opened his eyes and shook the ash into the glass jar.He looked out of the window in a daze, leaned slightly, held the pen in his right hand and dipped it in ink lightly, and wrote a series of words on the manuscript paper.

[Autumn in Yokohama is mostly sunny, but the air is already cool.I walked down the street like a solid jar in my woolen coat and scarf.People scattered on the street in twos and threes, presumably because of the so-called idleness in autumn, people like me who have nothing to do must be extremely rare.

I didn't have a destination to go to. When I caught a glimpse of a bookstore decorated with bright red not far away, I thought that since I met it, it would be great to buy a few books.When the inspiration is exhausted, only reading can make my heart completely calm.

This is an extremely grand bookstore. The open space is supported by more than a dozen whitewashed pillars. As soon as I entered the door, there was a rush of restless heating. I had to take off my scarf and take off my coat.Different from the sparse scene outside, the counter is full of people who have already picked out books and are ready to pay. Various bookshelves are full of neat books. Parents with children, and those who have not taken off their school uniforms Students and well-dressed adults bustled past the various bookshelves.

I saw the signs standing on each bookshelf neatly marking the categories of the books here, just like a big sale in a supermarket. The whole bookstore is also different from what I have seen before. People can laugh loudly and even have children among the bookshelves. Shuttle and fight, the scene in front of me looks more and more like a noisy vegetable market.My boredom, which was born from doing nothing, became even more boring at this moment. I flipped through the so-called best-selling books for youth in the center, and looked at the first two pages. The grammatical errors were as straightforward as the childish spoken language of elementary school students. The words hit my eyes, and I was already depressed by the sultry atmosphere in the store. I just closed the book and left it, pulled up my collar and went straight to the corner as if fleeing.

After finally finding a few decent books on the gray bookshelf in the corner, I breathed a sigh of relief and sat on a wooden chair to read them.Before I calmed down and thought about it carefully, I was so excited by the noise not far away that I couldn't concentrate on reading, so I had to cover my ears to avoid the noise.Fortunately, God heard the prayer in my heart. After waiting for more than ten minutes, most of the people who bought books at the counter finally left, and then slowly put down their hands and started thinking about the content of the next article while reading.

I read a few articles quietly, and caught my attention accidentally by a glimpse of a gray figure at the door. It was an old man with a withered face, and the clothes on his body were probably best described as tattered cloth strips. Dragging down to the chin, the hair was sticky into strands and strands of something, which looked extra greasy, and the whole person seemed to be a mass of gray-black coal.At this moment, that person was hiding in the corner of the door, timidly poking around the door of the store.

My first reaction was that it was a thief, maybe a poor hungry beggar who had to take risks in order to survive, trying to steal some money in troubled waters in the bookstore to buy something to eat.If it was normal, maybe I would be kind enough to give a few coins, but because of the irritability caused by the noisy human voice just now, my lonely compassion was extinguished like a small oil lamp.Those children who were making a lot of noise in the bookstore, the adults who were laughing and laughing, and the people who were watching flowers on horseback, plus the current thief, this world is hopeless.Isn't it that funny and childish clown-like pastime books are held up to the sky by people, but the works written with painstaking efforts are left in the corner to gather dust and mold.Even as an unpopular writer, I can't help feeling deeply sad for the group of writers.

I rolled up the coat I had taken off and hugged it in front of my chest. I held up the book as if I was reading it engrossingly, but I stared at the man with a cold gaze through the cracks in the pages.

The man finally moved, and rushed in at a speed that didn't match his appearance in the gap between the salesperson's temporary departure.Quickly jumped into the bookshelf and rolled to another corner, the light tube on the ceiling swayed, and the corner of the wall was covered with a layer of dust by his clothes, which happened to be diagonally opposite me.I frowned in disgust, covered my nose with a handkerchief, hugged my coat tightly in my arms and moved back, hoping that some clerk would find out and drive him away.

Unexpectedly, the man took a book from the shelf and opened it, almost sticking his face on the paper.His hair was disheveled over his shoulders, and his eyes bulged like goldfish.This thief, ah no, this man is eagerly flipping through the works that he has never had the opportunity to touch, and the hand holding the book is still shaking like dry wood.In an instant, my heart was greatly shaken, as if the boundaries were drawn artificially. The gentlemen who were loud and loud in the bookstore formed such a sharp contrast with the homeless who could only hide in the corner and knelt and secretly read books. .

The sun shone through the window on his body, and the tattered clothes became like glittering gold.I was ashamed of my previous malicious and groundless speculation, but the boredom in my heart seemed to be completely melted away by the sun in an instant.All the people in this bookstore, including me, are not as devout as this man for literature.Perhaps not all people in the world are hopeless, and I suddenly realized from this tramp-like man a faint hope, a little spark of hope flickering in the corner.

I stood up and walked over to him to choose books. I used my body to block the clerk's gaze. He looked at me cautiously as if he had sensed something, his face was shining like the sun.I pretended to be browsing the books on the shelf seriously, until he lowered his head and continued to read, and then took a sneak peek, a sneaky salute-like gaze...

Every time I think about this incident, the depression caused by the lack of inspiration is as clear as the clouds after the rain.The man who was secretly hiding in the corner reading a book under the sunlight still vividly appeared in front of his eyes, as well as the tiny spark of hope. 】

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此文取自真实生活经历，文笔不好请多多包涵感谢在2020-02-0214:50:35~2020-02-0415:36:14期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 30 bottles of la la la, sweet chocolate pudding milk tea; 5 bottles of Tao Yao; 1 bottle of Shulou Longling;

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

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