Great writers and philosophers

Mori Ogai held his chin and pouted his lips, acting like a fool.

"It's been a boring month, and my only spiritual food has also been discontinued... People obviously want to know what Mr. Polaris thinks about Indian curry."

Wearing a black coat sent by Mori Owai, Osamu Dazai spread out his spiritual food—"Complete Suicide Manual" boredly, his eyes fell on the pages of the book but did not fall on the words, "Maybe I and my husband are working hard to become immortals, The next time Mr. Mori sees the real text written by the immortal."

Mori Owa twitched the corner of his mouth, and suddenly lost interest in speaking.Speaking of which... Mori Ogai suddenly thought that according to Polaris' travel notes, she is almost completing her goal of traveling the world, and maybe the column will change the theme soon.

Of course, this is not the point. The point is that the other party will return to China to settle down at that time. The novels that were cut off before should also be updated, right?

Mori Ogai remembered the experience of being cheated by Polaris several times, and was depressed for a while.

Dazai Osamu suddenly said: "I heard that your Boss killed all the red-haired children because there was a red-haired child on Leibo Street who rowed his car... Did you go too? ?”

Mori Ogai lowered his eyes and slightly curled the corners of his mouth.

"I'm just a doctor, Dazai-kun."

Osamu Dazai snorted, "A doctor who kills with a scalpel? Mr. Polaris must be very interested in your life."

"Oh?" Mori Ogai raised his eyebrows, with a look of anticipation, "If there is a chance, I would be happy to be Mr. Polaris' writing material."

Osamu Dazai raised his eyes and looked at Mori Ogai.

"Mr. Dazai, Mr. Polaris once called 'life' a huge act of eating. As a human being, the only thing that can be slightly affected is who chews it. If you can choose, it is better to choose something that simply swallows you. Choose that which, after devouring itself, brings new life to itself."

Mori Ogai has a pair of purple-red eyes. At this moment, what is reflected in these eyes is the battlefield that has already become history, exuding the hot smell of gunpowder.

"'I write, squeeze blood out of air, carol out of architecture, love out of flesh|body...that's what it is all about. I seldom write about myself, chewing on myself is a Painful things, much more painful than chewing others, needless to say. But I am still writing myself after all. I squeeze out my own blood, squeeze out my own carols, cut out my own love, and in the end I am less and less , more and more - one day I will cease to exist, one day I will live forever, the first smile of the world blooms in my heart, the wet lips of the mist are the first kiss, the eruption of all volcanoes Moment, the existence of the soul will be proved'."

Repeating the words written by Polaris, Mori Ogai saw red-haired children in front of him. These children were superimposed on the battlefield under his eyes. It is conceivable that the battlefield will become more and more crowded, and one day he will arrive limit.

But, at least, so far, the limit has not yet been reached.

That's enough.

Mori Ogai thought.

Ogai Mori didn't notice Osamu Dazai's gaze, he was rarely distracted, his appearance looked the same as before, but the overly smart boy seemed to have the favor of the gods, he saw through the appearance of the skin, and glimpsed the cold body filled with blood. battlefield.

Soon after, when Osamu Dazai saw with his own eyes Mori Ogai kill the leader of the port mafia who trusted him with a scalpel, the blood spattered and the heat dissipated, he would know that this was just a footnote on the battlefield, and he could only use a smaller size The font of the font is placed in the least important position, and many people will not care about it, that is, the so-called non-existent existence.

Let’s put aside the night of the Far East country, but talk about the birthplace of the Mafia in Italy, Naples, the young Bruno Bucciarati, who is not yet an adult but has already experienced vicissitudes inside, came back from fishing with his father, packed his things, and had dinner. Back in my bedroom, I opened the magazine I bought with pocket money.

Not long ago, Bugarati's father accidentally found his child reading a French magazine. He was very surprised and asked his son when he learned French and why he learned it.

Bugarati didn't know how to answer. He couldn't say that his soul was trapped by a French girl after his death in the future. He taught the other party Italian, and the other party also taught him French, right?

Bugarati used some gossip to perfunctory at the time, but later found that his father's eyebrows were more sad.

He guessed that his father might have thought of leaving this small fishing village and went to his mother in an Italian city, and then blamed himself, thinking that a fisherman could not give his son a rich life...

These are all human feelings.

Even if Bugarati wanted to explain, he couldn't explain it. Besides, if he could, he really wanted to leave here.

It’s not that I can’t be content with poverty or have some great ambitions, except for the filial piety that I don’t want my father to live alone. At this time, my companions who are wandering everywhere, and Qiye Yingying who is wandering around the world... Future friends, whether it’s kindness or love, hatred Whether you complain or complain, you can't let it go.

The only place where Bugarati hesitates is whether to join the "passion" and become a mafia again.

If you don't add "enthusiasm", you can't use the cadre Popo's hand to be stabbed by an "arrow" to get the substitute ability, and if you don't become a substitute messenger, you don't have enough power to do what you want to do.

But if "enthusiasm" is added, then it is conceivable that no matter how much he avoids it in the early stage, he will inevitably become a pawn of the darkness, working for the tiger... Miraculously do it again, could it be that he still can only use this method to protect his ideals? Is there something to protect?

All Bugarati's hesitation, in the final analysis, is nothing more than this matter.

He was still hesitating, but his time was running out, and he knew it.

He wanted to consult Qiyeying and listen to her advice, but how could he get in touch with her?

The ability that the witch Ichihara Yuko gave Nanaya Hotaru in the past can no longer be used—at least his attempt failed.There was no response to the letter sent to the publishing house, and the publishing house probably didn't know the exact address of Qi Yeying, after all, her address was always changing...

Can he meet Qiyeying before he has to make a choice?

Bucciarati was disturbed by this.

Nana Yeying, who didn't know that Bugarati also retained her memory, was thousands of miles away at the moment, wearing a bright sari and learning how to dance with a local girl.

She has been studying for several hours, and Uchiha Itachi, who was watching from the sidelines, was surprised several times.You must know that this is a person who would rather hug someone's thigh and howl than sweat during exercise. Today, he will sweat happily and be panting from exhaustion... The sun is indeed setting from the west...

"Uchiha-kun Uchiha-kun! Look at my neck, ah no, look at my head! It can move around without moving its neck!"

The woman with braids and jasmine garland said excitedly.

(Me too. Just muscle and bone control.)

"Well, it's amazing." Uchiha Itachi applauded face-saving.

"You also learn with me~Really! I should go dancing, write some ghost novels! Look at how much my skirt floats up~~~It's so pretty~"

(I refuse. I don't want to make such a passionate gesture.)

Fortunately, the woman who was immersed in how happy she was dancing and how beautiful her flying skirt and jewelry were during the dance just said casually and didn't care about his answer at all. Next to the teacher, I want to learn that particularly enchanting pose after posing.

Mr. Polaris, who has loyal readers all over the world, stopped serializing the column because he was addicted to dancing. He stopped updating three issues before publishing a fat travel note, which was barely enough to feed his parents.

"...

Uchiha-kun cares more about Indian myths than I do.Of course, he doesn't believe in the existence of gods, at least there is no god who would divide himself into two halves for the stability and harmony of the world, and endure the separation of calamity after calamity.

I don't believe it either, and I say because if there is a god, I can't bear not to be one. (1)

He said that I used other people's words to prevaricate him, and then walked away with a meaningful smile, which shows that I have "long-standing grievances".

If there is a god, it should appear at this moment!Otherwise it is really useless.

However, I could only follow up quickly, took his arm, and told him about the faith and asceticism of the devout.

In the past, present, and future, there is a Shiva who told the reincarnation of the goddess Shakti, the Snow Mountain Goddess, that he is her slave from penance.

I don't want to say things that are enough for only two people to know. The air doesn't have to listen to those words, and neither can the world.

So I told him about the faith and penance of the pious.

"I don't raise my right arm all the time, and I don't stop eating and sleeping. I really don't know what kind of penance this is. I just feel... If a tree that has been weathered by wind and frost can't bear any fruit in the end, it's really too much." Miserable."

He secretly picked a jasmine flower from my wreath, and put it in his palm, "They can also use simple love and faith to please their gods, but they chose asceticism, which shows that the meaning of asceticism is not only for gods, but also for God. People who are determined to practice asceticism. Then there must be meanings we don't understand in the actions we don't understand."

"You mean," I said, "that they're looking at themselves."

I was going to say "self-touched" but my tongue has a mind of its own.

He froze for a moment, closed his palms, and said to me, "Maybe we shouldn't look at them so harshly."

Even though it's just my own thoughts, Uchiha-kun is so gentle.

but--

"They are indeed too involved in the drama. Whether or not there is a so-called 'meaning', the level of involvement in the drama is already frightening. Rather than saying that they are doing asceticism, it is better to say that they are suffering."

"They choose to suffer." Uchiha-kun said in a very gentle tone.

"The asceticism they think of themselves." I insisted, "They thought it was asceticism, but it was suffering. What they pursued was asceticism instead of suffering. There are always things in the world that are only asceticism instead of suffering, such as eternal innocence. innocent love."

He sighed, shook his head, and stopped talking.

In the distance, some people are doing asceticism, and some are suffering. They are paying homage to the god in their hearts, and at the same time they are also paying homage to themselves.

We stayed until the time of Navratri, and I danced for nine days, and finally I was exhausted, and there was only one thought in my mind——

I should go dancing and write some ghost novels!

But after being far away from the kingdom of the dancing god, I gradually sobered up and thought I should write novels.

Dancing is really tiring.

Only God can persevere. "