Wenhao refuses to be touched

Then the sword of protection becomes a sharp blade of plunder, and the cycle repeats itself, and peace finally becomes a snowflake that touches the disappearance.

It's like, there is no knife in the beginning.

—— "Peace on the Tip of a Knife" by Feiyin

"What?! My novel is recommended for next year's International Peace Literature Award?"

When I heard the news from Oda Saku, I thought my ear was broken.

Oda Saku pushed the plain glasses on the tip of his nose. It is said that Mr. Takeuchi asked him to wear them. He was dressed in a dark blue suit full of elite style. among the killers.

"The ending of "Peace on the Tip of a Knife" was published last week. It happened that an Englishman who lives in Yokohama and is proficient in Japanese liked it very much after reading it. A pacifist dedicated to anti-war, and also has some contacts in various circles in the country. Under his operation, teacher, your pseudonym has become famous in half of Europe.

"The main reason is that the reversal of this book is really unpredictable. At the beginning, it is inclined to the main war, and then it supports the victim to fight back with war. It is not until the end that the final core idea of ​​the book is expounded, to stop war and harm. "

Having said that, Odasaku pushed his glasses again, which seemed to have become a little habit of his. "Your writing style is at its peak. At the front, you attracted the main fighters, and later, you merged the ideas of the main fighters into a war-ending war centered on defense to protect peace. In the end, you persuaded everyone to put down their weapons...how do you say it? Well, even the most extreme and militant aggressors will reflect on themselves after reading your novel. There is no criticism between the lines to favor any side, and they speak out from different positions appropriately, leaving each other Face, can be called an extremely gentle anti-war novel.”

Ah, after hearing these words, I feel a little hard to calm down.In fact, that novel was written by me in a state of high pressure to vent my anger. It also reminded me of all the troubles caused by the current chaos in Yokohama. But after writing a paragraph, I was afraid that people would hate me, so I wrote it. It's very doglike to help them excuse.

In the end, because I really hated things like wars and fights, I wrote what was in my heart.

I dare not tell Oda Saku, but the last paragraph is actually my heartfelt complaint.The existence of wars that consume the resources of various countries and require a lot of money to make up for previous losses even after victory is really completely unnecessary.

Everyone compares military strength, politicians' mouth, and economy, isn't it good?Why do you have to go to the battlefield with real swords and guns?It's fine to go to the battlefield, let those who want to fight go, why is there a mandatory conscription?

In the end, those innocent families were hurt. Many soldiers did not go to the battlefield voluntarily. The war a few years ago was a semi-compulsory recruitment by the Japanese government. .

Things like war can easily destroy the mind of a normal person. When you kill someone for the first time, you will regret it. The second time and the third time, you will have trouble sleeping and eating day and night, but when you kill to numbness, you will become A pure killing machine, even starting to enjoy it all.

Even after retiring from the battlefield, the psychological shadow and trauma left by the soldiers will follow him for the rest of his life. How many people have their lives ruined by it, as if they have become another person.

"Teacher, don't underestimate your own strength. Letters from readers of "Peace on the Tip of the Knife" almost flooded the newspaper. Many of them are veterans who have retired from the battlefield. Even if I have committed a sin that cannot be erased, I will actively face the future with a sense of atonement. You have changed many people."

Oda Saku also brought me some selected letters from readers, and I silently put aside the top five-foot-thick letter with 'Spicy Curry' written on it under the suggestion he thought was cryptic. Pick up the second letter.

The person who wrote the letter was 'Fukuchi Sakurachi'. When I saw this name, Mr. Fukuchi's face and my signature on his forehead immediately appeared in my mind. Ideas, ideas, disappeared without a trace in an instant.

I pushed back the box containing the letter, and said firmly to Oda: "I won't read it, I won't read it, and I won't read it in the future."

"Teacher, you are too ruthless."

"I'm afraid that if I read it, maybe there will be more weird readers who will come to my house and block me." The first one is Oda Zuo who pointed a gun at me, and the second one is a military police who uses mail every day. Fukuji Sakurachi who harassed me and complained about my life...

I can't afford it.

"Oh, by the way, didn't you say to give my novel a new genre name? I thought about it, why not call it..."

"It's too late, teacher. Your genre name has already been determined and publicized in newspapers and news, making it a household name all over Japan."

My movements stopped, what, what's going on?

"I've heard from Dazai that the teacher is so addicted to playing games recently that he doesn't even bother to read the news and current events. At most, he only reads some domestic and foreign documents and ancient books. Oh, you also read the last issue of "Life and Death" in the newspaper , let’s never touch it again, he is obviously a writer but lives an even more uninformed life than the mountain people.”

"Haha... Odasaku is very good at complaining now."

Comparable to Mr. Fukuzawa.Even though he was a ruthless killer when we first met, did he automatically master this skill after entering social life?

"Then, what's the name of that genre?" I prayed that they could choose a normal name, at least not too mediocre.

"It's called 'Holy and Evil', between Romanticism and Realism, a new genre, the genre of Holy Evilism."

Hmm...why do I still think it's very secondary, but it's a little more normal than I imagined before.I'm already desperate for the way the titles are given in Japan.

"Holy and evil literally means that a saint is like a demon, an objective and innovative trend of thought with no certainty. It looks gentle but contains irresistible aggressive words. It is as arbitrary and evil as a devil, and as noble and detached as a saint. It is difficult to clearly define it. existence beyond common sense."

After seeing off Oda Saku, I lay down on the sofa rua wearing Sanmao in small clothes.

"So I have a weird title again, right? It feels like if this continues, the reputation will be demonized. What a slow social death torture."

Because the three younger brothers in the family are preparing for the detective agency with Mr. Fukuzawa recently, I am alone at home, and I can only talk to myself to a cat.

From time to time, Sanmao scraped my chin with his fluffy tail, as if comforting me, and it was really effective.

Normally, Ranpo and Ayatsuji are taking care of it. After a period of time, Sanmao is shiny and shiny, and its appearance has improved a lot, and so has the feel.

Squeezing his two front paws, glanced at his hind legs, before he could clearly see his true face under the clothes, Sanmao let out a stern meow and began to struggle.

"Don't move around, sister, let's see if you are a male cat or a female cat." Even Sanmao's gender is not clear, I feel that I am really unqualified as a shit shoveler, so I want to make up for it, " I have to take you for a neutering operation, I don't want to have a few more shedding cats in the house."

As a result, Sanmao struggled more intensely and screamed more and more terribly. I couldn't catch it for a while. It quickly rushed to the yard, meowed angrily at me on the fence, and jumped into Mr. Fuzawa's yard.

Touching the three white marks scratched by the cat's claws on the back of my hand, I muttered depressingly: "What, are you so angry? Obviously birth control is for your own good."

Birth control can cost a lot of money, I really don't know why.

When the dinner was almost ready, I heard the sound of the door being unlocked, and a head popped out from the kitchen, and greeted the people who came in with a smile: "You guys are back, go wash your hands and start dinner..."

Seeing the child caught between the three of them, I cut off the remaining words.I wiped my hands on the apron and came out, taking a closer look to make sure I was right.

"Chuya-chan? Why did you come back together?"

That's right, this orange-haired, blue-eyed kid is Chuya whom I haven't seen for a while.I didn't tell him when I moved before. On the one hand, I didn't have the contact information of the other party, and on the other hand, I felt that there would be no more intersections.

But I never thought that one day he would step into the house with my three younger brothers.

Chuya hasn't changed much from before, he still wears the same set I gave him before, it has been washed to white, and his figure is also malnourished and emaciated as he remembered, but his expression is a bit complicated when he looks at me.

He also quickly glanced at Ayatsuji, with a look of lingering fear. When he lowered his head, I seemed to see his hair fall down together, like a little orange cat with folded ears.

Dazai has already flew into my arms, crawled onto my shoulders and sat down, pointed at Zhongya and said, "Sister, this is a gift from us."

"Gift?"

"Yes, from today onwards, Zhong is our family's watchdog, both cats and dogs." Dazai clapped his hands and said happily.

Zhong Ye glared at him viciously, and seemed to have something to hide, and turned his face away with a livid face.

"Don't talk nonsense, how can Chuya-chan be a dog." I patted Dazai's little butt, "It's very rude, I will punish you without crab meat for a week."

Dazai howled immediately, hugged my neck and started howling, but I didn't care about him, Dazai should really be punished.

Ranbu had already taken off his coat and hat and hung them on the coat rack. He went to the bathroom to wash his hands and face, and walked towards the dining table with sloppy steps. After sitting down, half of his body lay on the table, looking very tired.

"Ah, for this little orange cat, Mr. Ranbu ran half of Leibo Street. I hate physical activity the most."

I looked at Ayatsuji with a full stomach full of question marks.After hanging up his coat and hat, Ayatsuji took Chuya's hand and walked in front of me. "Some things happened today, and Zhongye has agreed to pay the debt with his own body and work in our house to pay the debt."

I:……? ? ?