[Comprehensive Writer] Lonely Hell

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—————Political genius is to make his own will into the will of the people, or at least to make people believe that it is the will of the people

Lines and sentences exude the fragrance of fresh ink, and the font is thin and beautiful, which fits the image of Akutagawa Ryunosuke very well.The length of this article is not long, and it only took Zhong Yuanzhong roughly 5 minutes to browse through it. When he raised his head, the creases between his brows did not disappear, and even his brows were tangled as if they wanted to knit together.

"Akutagawa, you..." Nakahara Nakaya stared at the young man standing quietly beside him with those blue eyes. The other party was still taciturn, but Nakahara Nakaya felt the lifeless melancholy in the young man. It seemed to have dissipated a little, and even those dull pupils seemed to become a little brighter.

"You... like reading the Bible?"

"No, it's just a little research." Akutagawa Ryunosuke said slowly, looking into the eyes of the orange-haired man, his tone was as light as snowflakes falling from the sky, "What do you think of the writing below?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also pursed his lips. It is true that he does not have a high level of literary accomplishment, but he can still see a little bit about the quality of the article.I have to say that although this article is short, the text is concise and concise. The irony of the dialogue between the two at the end is the highlight of the whole article.

It's just... from Chuya Nakahara's point of view, no matter how you look at this article, it feels like it's alluding to the immediate boss of a young girl... He struggled for a while, facing the youth's pair of smoky gray crystal glasses Eyes, the other party is staring at him at this moment, waiting for his answer.

"Akutagawa... your article..." Nakahara Chuya opened his mouth, the young man stared at him without blinking, Chuya swallowed the question that had slipped to his lips, and pursed his lips.

"It's well written."

"Just a simple essay."

"Do you like writing?"

The corners of the black-haired young man's lips were slightly bent, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly stretched, and a pale golden light sprinkled on his body. At this moment, his black crystal-like eyes seemed to contain a touch of flowing light mist.Akutagawa Ryunosuke reached out to pick up the pen, his tone was still as clear and cold as jade: "It's not so much like..."

There is still a lingering melancholy in the brows of the young man, and the inadvertent smile on his lips is like a ray of almost transparent sunlight on an iceberg. Inexplicably, the whole person is a little more lively than before.

"Rather, writing is the only way to prove that I'm thinking."

Akutagawa stared at the pair of azure eyes with complex emotions, he stretched out his hand to touch his heart, and felt the familiar beating, which temporarily rescued him from the shadow of death at this moment.Although the words and sentences spit out from the mouth are extremely soft, the words and sentences are like jade beads colliding with the air, and the light is broken.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke has belonged to literature all his life.

This may be the most romantic expression he can think of. He claims that he is not a poet full of romanticism in his bones. At this moment, Ryunosuke Akutagawa somehow recalled that he could only hide in the To express depression in literature, he devoted his whole life to that pure literature.

This is the most pious confession of the literary soul in his body to that literature.

Central Plains also stared at the young man in a light coat, and he saw a tiny spark in those smoky gray pupils that could not be ignored, like the first ray of dawn seen by a traveler who has been trekking through the long dark night .

At the same time, Zhong also noticed that a subtle but not negligible change had taken place in the young man's temperament again. It seemed that the vague barrier had finally diminished a little, and the strangeness of being out of the world gradually faded away, but But it feels like the distance has become farther.He frowned slightly, but suppressed that worry, and asked instead.

"You want to publish?"

Akutagawa tilted his head: "Although the writing is not very good, I still have this plan."

He reached for the manuscript paper, read it again silently, revised a few words and put them on the desk, lowered his head and fastened the buttons from bottom to top, then took out the glasses and hat from the drawer and put them on.

Zhongyuan Zhong also watched the other party change his outfit within a few minutes, and had to interrupt the other party's movement of holding the manuscript paper and preparing to leave: "Wait Akutagawa, what are you going to do now?"

"Contribute." Akutagawa stopped, turned his head and tilted his head in confusion, "Can't you?"

Chuya Nakahara: ...It seems that the mafia has not prohibited its members from taking part-time jobs, but he is still not at ease about Ryunosuke Akutagawa's current state. Although the other party promised him yesterday, God knows if he will have a sudden whim again suicide.

Thinking of this, Zhong Yuan put down his pen and threw his suit jacket over his shoulder: "Akutagawa, I'll go with you."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke silently glanced at the other party's standard □□suit attire, and shook his head: "Let's go on our own."

I just don't know if you will be scared away if you go to the publishing house to edit...

"And Mr. Nakahara still has work to do?" Unlike Akutagawa who was specially approved by Mori Ogai for "holidays", although Nakahara Nakaya was specially approved to bring work to Akutagawa Ryunosuke's home for non-important meetings, but The weight of the pile of reports is still very impressive.

The two stared quietly at the report that occupied almost half of the desktop, and Zhong Yuanzhong was also silent.Ryunosuke Akutagawa thought for a while, and he probably knew what the other party was thinking. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket: "I will answer your call at any time, please rest assured."

... No, I can't rest assured at all... Nakahara Nakayamo, he looked at the stubbornness in the young man's cold eyes, and said helplessly, "Even if I don't go, do you still remember the way?"

... Akutagawa Ryunosuke was silent. Rather than saying that he didn't know the way, it would be better to say that he didn't spend too much time remembering these things. In the final analysis, he still has an insoluble gap with the world, which comes from himself, inherent persistent.

Nakahara took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Akutagawa, "I'll ask Higuchi to take you there."

"Higuchi...Ichiyo..."

The young man in front of him suddenly clutched his chest and coughed violently without warning, which made Zhongyuan Zhong also hurriedly asked: "What's wrong? Call the doctor to see."

"No... I'm fine." Akutagawa Ryunosuke clutched his chest, that secret pain reappeared, churning out blood bubbles in his lungs.In a bit of embarrassment, he took out a tissue from his pocket, covered his mouth, coughed a few more times, and smiled wryly.

Originally, he thought he could watch in complete isolation, but he didn't know that even when he heard the familiar name, the uncontrollable sense of separation reappeared, like a knife splitting his body in half from the head, and the soul sent out a violent throbbing in the torso. whine.Akutagawa took a step back, and lowered his eyes like a disguise, hiding the sadness in his eyes.

"Please let the next person go."

Evasion is the act of a coward, and he is no different from a coward.

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the young man, he would not miss the painful expression shown by the young man at that moment, and the stubbornness that seemed to be unshakable.In the end, he reluctantly compromised. Akutagawa's mobile phone has a locator, so with his ability, he should be able to rush to the other party's location in the first moment.

"Send me a message every 10 minutes." Nakahara Chuya urged, and Akutagawa Ryunosuke nodded.

"By the way, what is the title of your article?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke lowered his head and stared at the manuscript in his hand. He is not particularly good at choosing titles, so most of the titles of his past works were titled with nouns.After re-examining the article from beginning to end, he picked up a pen and wrote a few large characters in the blank space of the first line.

"God's will"

The young man gently folded the paper and put the pen into his pocket.He also nodded to Zhong Yuanzhong, turned around and opened the door, he had already stepped forward half a minute, and he turned his head and asked as if he remembered something.

"Mr. Nakahara, what do you think..." Akutagawa's tone was suppressed extremely low. Thanks to Nakahara Chuya's hearing ability being far from ordinary people, he could barely hear what the other party was saying.

"Is Abraham evil..."

Nakahara Chuya was startled, but Akutagawa Ryunosuke did not wait for the other party's answer, a black figure was hidden behind the closed door.

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感谢在2020-01-2411:46:57~2020-01-2521:59:54期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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