[Comprehensive Writer] Lonely Hell

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——Farewell, I'm leaving, to the valley that blocks the world, to the valley with steep rocks and clear streams, to the valley with the fragrance of herbs and flowers.

Nakahara Nakaya has noticed something wrong with Akutagawa Ryunosuke since he woke up. He claims that he is not a person with a keen mind who can detect subtle emotional changes in others, but Akutagawa Ryunosuke's problem has developed to be obvious to all .

Such as always looking at the empty scenery outside the window in a daze, sometimes even hitting the doorpost head-on.When he passed by, he would definitely stare at him for a while before suddenly calling him "Mr. Zhongyuan."

The doctor who treated him before claimed that Akutagawa Ryunosuke was injured to the brain nerves, and it is very likely that he will lose a certain amount of memory. He cannot force the other party to remember, otherwise memory confusion will easily occur.Zhong Yuanzhong can barely explain it by saying that the other party may not remember him, but will simple amnesia change a person so much?Those obscure little habits, and when he specially re-instructed Akutagawa what to do when he went to see the leader before, the expression of the other party always showed a vaguely painful look, and when he learned the name of the leader, he stood there blankly. After a long time, he believed that the leader must have felt the sadness that seemed to envelop his whole body when he saw the leader, so he let Akutagawa take a good rest these few days.

But... Zhongyuan Zhong also frowned and stared at the young man who didn't know when he was holding a cigarette between his fingers, and strode over.

The young man skillfully twisted the cigarette with his fingertips, leaned against the window, and swallowed the smoke as if repeated thousands of times. Accompanied by intermittent coughing from his lungs, his veins were throbbing in Zhongyuan.

Involuntarily raised his hand and snatched away the opponent's cigarette, Nakahara Nakata looked at Akutagawa's dazed and puzzled look, and the veins on his forehead twitched suddenly: "Akutagawa, let me tell you, you are still smoking even though you are in poor health and coughing. Do you want to die?!"

The young man stared at the short and imposing orange-haired man without blinking his eyes. After a few minutes, he nodded slowly and apologized: "Sorry, Mr. Zhongyuan."

"I said Akutagawa, where did your smoking habit come from? I've never seen you smoke before. Why do you still smoke one after another every day?" Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at the one scattered in the trash can. A freshly extinguished cigarette butt.

"Before... didn't you..." Ryunosuke Akutagawa lowered his eyes slightly, "I'm very sorry."

"No..." Zhongyuan Zhong also pressed his hat, his expression changed a few times, and then he showed the appearance of a serious elder, "I know you worked hard, that bastard Dazai...but you just recovered from your injury, and the leader also promised You can rest for a few days, but you still have to pay attention, your body is not good."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke stretched out his hand and tightened the collar of the windbreaker, his tone slowly lowered: "I know... I know... Can I... apply for leave?"

"Huh? Yes, just submit the application." Zhongyuan Zhong also didn't notice the change in the other party's expression, so he simply agreed, "Where are you going?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke pursed his lips, and a place name slowly emerged in his mind, but he just kept silent, and after hesitating for a long time, he opened his mouth in a low voice.

"No, just casually... walk around..."

There seemed to be a slight light flashing in the young man's cold obsidian-like eyes.

Sparse pedestrians are walking on the street, Akutagawa Ryunosuke is wearing a black student uniform-like clothes, with glasses on the bridge of his nose as a camouflage, he is walking slowly on the street, leaves falling from the cool wind In that raven hair.

Broken memories are recovering, Akutagawa Ryunosuke thought, but it wasn't his.The wandering soul from the early Showa era was reborn in this body, and the peace that was thought to be brought only by death was just another hell.

He couldn't help but stretch out his hands and clenched his neckline tightly, as if trying to strangle himself to death, his lips were slightly parted, and gray and desolate emotions wrapped his whole body, which was out of tune with this street.

No, it should be out of tune with the whole world.

He raised his eyes and saw the destination of this trip, a bookstore with a rather elegant decoration.Ryunosuke Akutagawa held the fabric tightly with his hands in his pockets, stood at the door of the store, and walked in step by step.

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No, not at all.Akutagawa Ryunosuke stumbled out of the bookstore, his feet were unsteady and he tripped over the stone steps at the door. He staggered, his knee hit the cold stone, and his knee quickly became red and swollen.

But how can this pain compare to the pain in Akutagawa Ryunosuke's heart? Although he has absorbed part of the memory of the young man with the same name as him, and has also seen the identity of the writer he once read in this world, but now, With his own hands, he completely shattered the faint hope that still existed in his heart.

There are no famous works, no works that have accompanied him throughout his life, no friends, no "enemies" who have different ideas in the literary world but are friends with each other, and there is not even...

One knee of the young man had been kneeling on the cold stone surface of the steps, his hands were propped on the ground like claws, and the hanging hair blocked most of his expression.

"Natsume-sensei..."

The young man murmured lowly, and stood up staggeringly. The last ray of light was completely, completely sunk in those smoky gray eyes, turning into a dark hollow. Akutagawa Ryunosuke stared straight ahead, his gaze It seems to have traveled through time and space, taking steps mechanically.

Nakajima Atsushi took Izumi Kyoka to buy soup tofu after recovering from his injury. The two bought crepes and walked on the street together. The cool wind gently blew the boy's soft white hair, sweet The cream spreads in the mouth.

Great, Kyoka finally escaped.He looked sideways at the girl in kimono who was seriously biting the crepe, his eyes were bent, but the moment he turned his head, his pupils shrank sharply.

Only a few meters away, the young man wearing glasses was facing them, and his iconic snow-white hair made him instantly recognize the identity of the other party.

It's Akutagawa!Atsushi Nakajima was about to yell, but Izumi Jinghua on the side also recognized it, holding the cell phone on his chest with one hand and drawing a knife from his sleeve with the other.

But just as Atsushi Nakajima was guarding Izumi Kyoka while staring at her like an enemy, and his arms were ready to go and almost turned into tiger claws in the next second, the young man just maintained his slow pace and walked towards them , when there was only less than one meter away, he seemed to glance at them, and then slowly passed by under their nervous gaze.

???

Atsushi Nakajima turned around in surprise, thinking that the other party deliberately wanted them to take their guard off and attack them, but now he could only stare blankly at the back of the other party who was drifting away.

Why?Logically speaking, seeing him, Akutagawa shouldn't immediately rush up madly and use Rashomon to calm him down, and then the two of them fought and caused chaos again. The first thing that comes to mind for a moment.

Feeling the sleeves being pulled, Atsushi Nakajima lowered his head, and the little girl in kimono raised her head and said seriously.

"Dun, his eyes..."

"Eyes? What happened to his eyes?" Atsushi Nakajima asked.

Could it be that the eyes are broken?So that's why he acted like he didn't see them just now?

Quan Jinghua recalled the moment when she passed by, she clearly saw the young man's smoky gray eyes without any emotion through the lens.

There is also the huge and gray sorrow entwined on the young man, like an invisible big hand, Quan Jinghua even felt that she also felt a little bit of unexplained sadness in a trance.

She hesitated for a moment, then said softly: "It seems... crying..."

Atsushi Nakajima was stunned, he turned his head again, staring closely at the straight back of the young man in the distance, staring at the pure black figure, with indifference and boredom that no one could understand, slowly Slowly blending into the shadows of the setting sun, and finally disappearing into the crowd.

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感谢在2020-01-0920:34:41~2020-01-1216:28:14期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Yohji 1 bottles;

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

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