[Comprehensive Writer] Lonely Hell

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——Nature is beautiful because it is reflected in my dying eyes

The corner of Akutagawa's mouth raised a subtle and imperceptible arc unconsciously, and soon realized his behavior and quickly pursed his lips into a word.

"Actually...it's not that good..." An imperceptible murmur overflowed from his lips, and the old man glanced at the young man with his head down.

"Young man, what did you say?"

"Ah... just thinking..." Akutagawa Ryunosuke looked at the unfamiliar street ahead, the setting sun that was about to fall above the gray-black eaves dyed the ground into a flame-like orange, and the cool wind blew off the dead leaves Swirling and gently falling to the soil.

"God... what is it..."

The old man closed the magazine, followed the young man's eyes to look at the setting sun hanging in the sky like blood: "The world is not benevolent, and everything is a humble dog."

"This is a sentence in the Chinese "Tao Te Ching." The old man looked into the young man's eyes, and there was no doubt in those smoky pupils. "It seems that you also know this sentence."

"I... have some understanding of Sinology." Akutagawa said, "I used to... want to be a historian."

His eyes were long and calm, recalling the few passionate boyhoods worth remembering, a faint smile flickered across his lips.

"Later I fell in love with writing, although I couldn't write any good works." But because of writing, I met teachers, and friends like Hiroshi and Kume who shared the same ideals.Akutagawa raised his hand to his heart, the sunset glow covered his body, and his raven-colored hair seemed to be gilded with gold.

"Humans cannot maintain absolute rationality. Unlike gods, we are all creatures dominated by emotions."

The old man quietly looked at the young man with his eyes closed, and patted him on the shoulder: "Young people should be full of vigor. At this old man's age, when you want to do anything, you have to look forward and backward."

The young man showed a wry smile: "Sir, if a person will hurt others if he lives in this world, then is there any need for him to live?"

The thin young man stared at the last orange light in the sky being swallowed up by the horizon, the night drew up a deep curtain, and a few scattered small stars loomed among the clouds.His body was surrounded by deep melancholy, and the sense of isolation that could not be integrated into this world was once again clearly manifested.

"There is a purpose after a person is born, and what a person does is determined by his heart."

"However, there are too many people in this world who are inferior to themselves."

Akutagawa raised his head, the evening wind blew away the hair on his forehead, his eyes gradually became empty.

When all the fetters are dissipated and there is no room left for the outlined personality, there is no point in continuing to live in the world.Akutagawa Ryunosuke knew very well that his soul did not belong here, and he insisted on it from the very beginning.

The soul of Ryunosuke Akutagawa died long ago in the Showa period of that old century.

"If you're a writer, you should be good at the classics."

The old man said that even though the young man was wearing a modern black coat and standing beside the modern asphalt road, he could still feel an elegant and melancholy temperament from the other party, like the epitome of time and space in the long past.

There was a gleam of light in Akutagawa's eyes, which was immediately covered up by deliberate indifference.He nodded slightly, then shook his head again.

"I just have a little understanding of classical literature, and I like old things like tea and antiques."

"But the old things will eventually decay, in exchange for the birth of new things."

"People who stick to it like me will probably die with those old things."

The young man turned his back to the old man, closed his eyes, and tried his best to show a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Sir, although I haven't changed my mind, thank you for your comfort."

"The old man only has the advantage of being older, a little more experience than you."

"However, I'm still looking forward to your interesting works in the future."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes that had been flat all the time finally showed a bit of surprise. He turned his head suddenly, there were no old people, but it was just an empty street with orange lanterns hanging on the straight street trees. The wind swayed gently, and the cold wind blew thin leaves and fell on the young man's hair. A cat squatted on the street lamp with piercing eyes.

He stood there in a daze, the face of the young man was reflected on the side of the lantern, some shaky light and shadow fell on the young man's eyes, showing a sense of vague and distant distance.

"A hallucination..." Some hesitant words murmured, the young man stood alone in the middle of the street, his hem blown by the wind fluttered like a bird's wings, he stood alone on the asphalt road, the cold wind was merciless into the neckline.

"Illusion..." Akutagawa stretched out his hands and tightened his neckline. He closed his eyes, and light and almost transparent water droplets oozed from the corners of his eyes, and were quickly carried away by the wind. Bitterness spread in his mouth, and he couldn't help murmuring.

"Natsume-sensei... are you here to find me..." He half-kneeled on the ground, the arc of his lips seemed to be smiling, but his eyes were infinitely close to the sadness of a smile.

Tick, tick, dark traces appeared on the ground.

There was a bang, and there was a loud thunder.Even the night is darker and darker than before.In just a few seconds, the wind quickly became violent, and the leaves were rattled by the raging wind, swaying like rolling waves.

Dark clouds oppressed the ground, and the humid and cold air inadvertently stretched the field of vision extremely far. Water droplets quickly gathered in the young man's hair, and the clothes on his body were soaked through in an instant.

Apart from the rustling of leaves rubbing against each other and the rumble of thunder, there was no other sound in my ears, as if I had been deaf, leaving only the space between heaven and earth.

Drops of water slid down the cheeks, like the traces of some kind of liquid flushed from the eyes.The wet hair was pressed against his forehead, but the young man didn't seem to feel anything, his face was extremely suppressed indifference and indifference.

Akutagawa stared at the foggy front covered by the rain, and his eyes traveled to an extremely distant time and space in an instant. He slowly raised his hand and spread his five fingers, as if he was about to grasp something or give up something. this pose.

"gorgeous……"

An ethereal exclamation floated from the lips, melting into the thunder that seemed to destroy everything.Akutagawa smiled suddenly, and the depression that had been smoldering between his brows disappeared instantly as if washed away by the rain. He stood up and stood in the rain.

Not far away, the familiar figure of the old man reappeared again, the rain penetrated the figure, he stood at the junction of the sky and the earth, Akutagawa watched the figure, a very faint tenderness appeared in the smoky pupils look.

The rapid ringtone in the pocket rang, and the beating mobile phone lasted for a long time.

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感谢在2020-02-1216:51:57~2020-02-1516:17:22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 who irrigate the nutrient solution: 7 bottles of Yanzhou; 5 bottles of Luoyan Chenye;

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

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