Hong Kong and black wage earners

In fact, Takigawa Qingxian had already found out that someone was following him behind him. Since he didn't have extra time for the person behind him, he deliberately chose some places that were not easy to be followed.

As expected, the people behind him stopped after following for a while.

But the truth is—

Dazai also realized that Takikawa would find out that someone was following him. If he still pursued him after he chose to avoid it, he would definitely suspect that a locator was placed on him, and his pursuit would end in failure.

So he asked Oda Saku to stop first, wait for Takikawa to travel a similar distance, and then follow up with the shortest route.

Then, they found each other moving in the direction of Chinatown.

Chinatown——

Takigawa Qingxian has always been doing jobs that do not require social interaction and only physical strength is enough. The first time he met the intelligence dealer, he did not expect it to be in such a place.

A pastry shop located in Chinatown.

Pushing open the glass door, the wind chimes at the door collided with each other and made a crisp sound.

His eyes flicked across the store and locked on a young man wearing a hat.

It was the person who was with "Little Bird Tour" at the banquet before——

It seems that his attempt has been seen through by the other party, but why did he do it on purpose?

Takigawa Qingxian sat across from Edogawa Ranpo, who still had a half-eaten dessert in front of him, and waved his left hand when he saw someone coming.

"Yo~"

"Information." Takikawa was not so familiar, and went straight to the point.

"Before that, you have to answer a few questions for me—" the black-haired youth narrowed his eyes and said.

"what is the problem?"

"Who is the person you want to save? Why do you want to save?"

Takigawa looked at the young man who started to eat after the question, and chose to answer the question, "It's my mother, who is terminally ill, and I don't want her to die."

Luanbu ate a piece and held a silver fork in his mouth. While enjoying the sweet cake, he pointed at the boy opposite.

"you are lying--"

"..."

"Actually, you want her to die—"

"No, I always wanted her to live." Takikawa stared down at his hand on his lap.

He pulled Yukiko back from the brink of death again and again, even though the other party no longer wanted to live, he still wanted her to live.

He still seems to be delusional.

"It seems that you are completely deceived by your own inner thoughts, so that you can't perceive your true emotions—" Luanbu shook his hand holding a fork with the rhythm of his words, "I think you are very clear about letting her Living on her last breath is torturing her."

"You acted too calmly and coldly. When you mentioned your sick mother, there was nothing in your eyes. You are deceiving yourself—"

"You don't love her, you hate her."

"..."

"Even our lady doctor would not accept this situation. Death is a kind of relief for her, isn't it?"

"So, are you going to refuse?" Takigawa Qingxian's expression didn't change much, only his two hands were silently clenched.

Luanbu could see the situation of the other party at a glance, and frowned helplessly, "What a troublesome brat, you can't let her live by your will, such willful will will collapse sooner or later. "

"It's better to follow your true thoughts and let her usher in the end of her life sooner—"

"No—" Takigawa Qingxian slowly raised her eyes, and the gloomy eyes flashed across, "You are the one who lied."

"..." Yeah, stubborn little kid.

He didn't come here to preach, so let him think what he wants.

"She suffers because love is a painful emotion—"

Love is unscrupulous, love is unique, and it cannot be felt by other people, so this is the love that belongs only to Takigawa Aoxian.

Hearing the words, Luanbu opened his eyes in shock, and then narrowed them speechlessly, "Hey, where did you learn your subversive speech?"

Takigawa Qingxian just watched him without speaking, his cloudy eyes froze, speechlessness was the last reservation of his point of view.

"Although Ranpo-sama doesn't know the exact definition of 'love', it's definitely not what you said—"

"'Love' should be like the feeling when you eat your favorite snack. It is beautiful, and it is pleasant both physically and mentally. Besides, there is another saying——"

"The best 'love' is letting go."

"..." Takikawa frowned a little, his mind was in chaos now, what Mr. Mori said and the young man's words kept echoing.

Is it really?

Luanbu finished eating the cake, put his chin on the back of his hand, squinted his eyes and curled his lips, "By the way, people who can say such things probably can't even love themselves, so how can they talk about loving others?"

The young man looked at him blankly, but the other party seemed not interested, and had already stood up and was about to leave.

"..." What is he talking about?

What is the meaning of such a thing as "self"——

The wind chimes sounded, and only one young man was left sitting there quietly in the small pastry shop. Looking from the back, it seemed that even his hair was curled and entangled in confusion.

A mess.

In the restaurant opposite the pastry shop, Dazai Osamu and Oda Saku sat by the window, and the black-haired boy observed the situation through the window with a telescope.

Ever since the young man across from Qing Xian said something and left, Qing Xian has been in a state of silence. What did he say to make this person so autistic?

I remember that the last time there was a similar situation was when his mother was diagnosed with lung cancer. It seems that not only the deal failed, but also self-doubt.

However, he felt that it was perfectly fine for that person to die, but living would be a burden to Qing Xian——

Putting away the binoculars, Osamu Dazai said to Oda: "Let's leave first."

"Is it really okay to leave him there alone?" Oda Saku could see that the boy's current situation was not quite right, and if no one helped him, he might have been depressed forever.

"It's okay, we will be ignored by him if we appear suddenly at this time."

"Oh—" Dazai knew Qingxian very well.

……

Takigawa Qingxian decided to go to a nursing home once.

He went directly to Yukiko's ward, his nose was filled with the smell of disinfectant and medicine, and the pale woman was unconsciously lying on the hospital bed.

A fragile life that will die at any time.

He had always believed that Yukiko always committed suicide because of her poor mental state, and firmly believed that as long as her illness was cured, she could return to normal.

Maybe, maybe Yukiko could treat him like a normal mother, maybe even get love from her.

But this idea is too illusory, as fragile as a bubble.

He thought he was in love with each other, and he thought this was love.

But someone told him it was wrong, people who can't love themselves can't love others, let alone get love from others...

And love is letting go?

——Yukiko, do you also want me to let go of the hand that has been holding you?

——I don't even know what I want to do, because monsters don't have a heart, I don't feel sad at all when I see your pain, just like a monster that feeds on your pain.

—Yes, I am a monster.Mr. Ubayashiki said that I was given meaning at birth, and I would believe him, then I would be a monster with meaning but no meaning.

The young man looked down at Yukiko who was still breathing, stretched out his hand to hold her skinny hand, felt her slight pulse vibration, and finally raised the corners of his mouth to smile, that expression would be a little dazed to anyone who saw it.

Because although the boy was laughing, his eyes were crying silently.

He silently made a decision in his heart——

……

Walking out of the ward and coming to the lobby on the ground floor of the nursing home, Takigawa Qingxian saw the orange-haired boy in conspicuous clothes, so he walked over.

"Chuya, why are you here? Where did you get hurt?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also turned his head to look at the sound, and shook his hand to say no, "The member of the same group was injured, I just sent him over—"

"By the way, Qingxian, you are here to visit your mother."

Why do you feel the expression is a bit strange?Is it serious?

"Well, I'm getting ready to go back to the office now."

Seeing that the boy was about to lift his foot to leave, Zhong Yuan Zhong also put his hand on the boy's shoulder, "Wait a minute...Qing Xian, what happened?"

"..." Takigawa Qingxian glanced at the hand on his shoulder, but did not answer the question.

"How should I put it—" Zhongya slowly let go of that hand, raised his hat in distress, and looked straight at the young man with his beautiful blue eyes, "I'm not very good at saying comforting words, but you have Don't hold anything in your heart, it doesn't matter if you say it directly."

"Aren't we... friends?"

"Friend..." Takigawa Qingxian read out softly after hearing this word.

Was he friends with such a being?

"Yes, yes, isn't it possible for friends to confide in each other? So just say it."

Takikawa opened his mouth, and was about to come out when something came out. Encouraged by Chuya's eyes, the boy made a sound.

"What do you think 'love' is?"

Oh, did you ask such a profound question right from the start?

Nakahara Chuya touched his chin with his fingers, and slightly frowned with a serious expression on his face, "Hmm..."

"Love is a feeling similar to liking, but deeper than liking."

"So, does Chuya feel that letting go is also 'love'?"

"If it will make the other party suffer if it continues, then this is also a manifestation of love." Zhongya Zhongya finished speaking, and seemed to suddenly understand something, and his expression suddenly sank.

"Green string..."

The boy in front of him raised his head and smiled softly, as if saying "I'm fine".

Really, he is not a fool, he can tell at a glance that this is not all right, besides, it must be uncomfortable to feel that an important relative around him is about to die of illness.

If you are sad, it is too hard to always suppress it and pretend not to see it.

The orange-haired boy also knew that it was useless to say anything at this time. After a short silence, he suddenly raised his hands and pressed Takikawa's hair.

It was a mess before he could react.

"This proves that you love her, let your mother stay away from illness with this love, she won't blame you—"

The boy felt a strong but warm touch on his head, and lowered his head, unable to respond.

what……

The teenager suddenly sighed in his chest and breathed out, and finally let it out.

Chuu can always say something that makes people light-hearted.

Is this his "love"——

It seems... I felt a little relieved.

The author has something to say:

Dazai said he was at a big loss :(

In fact, this article wants to write about warmth, Qingxian came out of "autism" under the care of his heart-warming brothers and sisters, and found a man to raise him by the way hhh

Then Yukiko's bento is already hot, *although it will be a very exciting point*, but otherwise Ao Xian will not grow! (I'm really my mother)

I thought about a very extreme plot before, Qingxian couldn't find someone who could heal the supernatural power, so he dragged Wu Mi over, turned Yukiko into a ghost and locked him in a small black room, always hoping that Yukiko would eat him Drop something (no matter how you look at it, you are doomed to be harmed)