Rihu's Pit Brother's Journey

Ji Guoyansheng knew that he was dreaming.

That was a long time ago...even, it wasn't something he personally experienced.

It's just that the memory is so clear, even in the dream, every detail is as if he himself is in it.

He was called by the police to collect people. His teacher was rescued again by "accidentally falling into the water" with no documents on him, not even a mobile phone.He will be notified because this is not the first time that the man at the police station has already recorded his phone number.

Ji Guoyansheng is just lucky, fortunately he is closer to the school and saves travel time to increase the time for study and sword practice and live alone, otherwise he goes to the police station so frequently to get a teacher, maybe his father will sue the school early in the morning .

Osamu Dazai, who was dripping all over his body, was like a poor dog in the water. The most pitiful thing was that even the police no longer sympathized with his behavior, and even found it funny, who made him a habitual offender.

Iwakatsu didn't say much, thanked the police, took a taxi, and brought Dazai back to his small apartment.

…According to his experience, if this person is left alone at this time, most likely he will turn his head and hang himself in the water, giving him a second wave to enter the police station.It's better to take the trouble yourself, and it's safer to save such a toss.

"You just... don't ask me, why don't you ask me?"

How old is a man, and he is still a teacher, but he talks like a baby.

Ji Guoyansheng replied indifferently: "Not interested."

Anyway, it's a very boring thing, and then endless pouring of black mud.No, he doesn't want to hear it.

Sure enough, the man's eyes were wet as if he was about to cry again.

Ah, really, why would such a person become a teacher.

"Anyway... you'll get better tomorrow after you sleep."

Yan Sheng casually made irresponsible promises, but his teacher felt better because of these words, and after a while, he started to sneeze.

Yan Sheng had to ask the driver to go to a nearby convenience store first, and he went to buy some medicine before taking him back.Throwing the wet man into the bathroom, turning on the hot water, and looking for clothes and towels.After thinking about it, I boiled ginger soup in the middle of the night.

The personal apartment is too small, there is only one bed, and I can only use some quilts to make the floor.However, the ground was cold, and the bed was not too warm without a layer of bedding, so he had to turn out the electric blanket that had been stored before.

It took some time for everything to be done, and Iwakatsu realized that Dazai hadn't come out of the bathroom yet, so he quickly opened the door and went in to check the situation.

Afterwards, he looked at the man with a blank face, soaking in the bathtub, he didn't know how to make such a thick layer of soap bubbles, and made the foam into the shape of a duck.

"Don't soak for too long, even hot water will catch cold."

That's all he could say.

Osamu Dazai sniffled: "Mom, Mom!"

Yansheng: ....

Fuck your moms, refuse to be male moms.He slammed the door directly.

What kind of parents are able to raise such an older baby?

The big baby came out of the bath, wearing a bathrobe and smelling like oranges.Yansheng knew the source of those bubbles—did this money-burning bastard use all his shampoo to make bubbles!

He was already too tired, and now it was dawn, he was unable to get angry with this guy anymore.He poured ginger soup, stuffed it under the quilt, and turned off the electric blanket that had been used to heat up just now.After doing this, Yan Sheng thought a little speechlessly, why should he care about this man's life and death!

"Yan Sheng-kun knows how to take care of others, is it because of his younger brother?"

Osamu Dazai began to push forward, knowingly poking his thunder point.

"If you don't want to sleep, get out."

He could only ignore that guy, get into the bedding on the ground by himself, and ignore him.

"I can understand Yuanyi-kun a little bit. You... If you hate it, don't be so nice to others. It will be misunderstood, Iwakatsu."

Ji Guoyansheng ignored him.

Anyway, most of what the teacher said, he could not understand.

For example, he never felt how good he was to Dazai.To be really nice to people, you should be more gentle, caring, and considerate, and you should more or less ask about the situation and comfort you.He just did the bare minimum that other people could do in such a situation.

... For Osamu Dazai, this is considered 'good'.

It was the first time that Yansheng felt compassion for his teacher.

What kind of life would become like this?Someone gave him the minimum help, and he actually felt that he was very kind to him.

Black Death Mou opened his eyes.

He realized that he was still in a dream.Everything that happened just now is my own dream in this dream.

A dream within a dream...

This thought flashed by.Soon he forgot that he was dreaming, and a voice carried away his tiny confusion.

"It's rare to see you like this, Hei Si Mou. What did you dream about just now?"

Hei Si Mou was wearing a white inner hexagram at this time, leaning on the side of his face with his hands, and seemed to have taken a short nap before.He raised his head following the sound, and saw a man kneeling in front of a low table not far away, holding a writing brush and writing - Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi.

Hei Si Mou sat up straight: "I dreamed about...the past I miss."

He stopped writing without mercy, and the ink fell along the edge of the pen, spreading huge shadows on the paper.

"Oh? Is it Yuanyi?"

Hei Si Mou frowned slightly: "...Who is that?"

This reply made Wu Mi feel better. He changed a piece of paper and continued to write: "It's not someone important. Then who did you dream about?"

The question seemed too private, but Hei Si Mou answered honestly.

"I dreamed, my former teacher."

"You want to turn him into a ghost?" Wu Mi asked naturally.

"Teacher, it has been dead for a long time."

Wu Mi put down his pen, turned his head to look at him, from this angle... the slightly curly black hair, the reddish eyes, and the rotten smell that can be smelled from the soul, which is slightly different from Dazai Osamu resemblance.

Seemingly reading his emotions, Wu Mi asked directly: "Am I similar to your teacher?"

Hei Si Mou shook his head: "It's not like that."

Even though there are many similarities, there are decisive differences.

Osamu Dazai is constantly hurting himself, pursuing a quiet relief; the ghost in front of him is constantly hurting others, trying to survive at all costs.

"You are... what I wished for, what he looked like."

It would be great if he could be as selfish, cruel and cold-blooded as Wu Mi.At the very least, Wu Mi...even if he does anything...he wants to live.

His words pleased Wu Mi to a great extent, the man sitting in front of the low table stretched out his hand towards him, Hei Simou stood up naturally, walked over, took that hand, and helped him up.

"That is to say, I am your ideal? You really, as always, know how to please me."

Iwakatsu Daimyo, who was deeply in a dream, finally woke up from the oppressive dream.

He opened his eyes and was confused for a moment.

... What have you been dreaming about, myself?

No, wait a minute, the previous dream about Dazai was an actual memory, that is to say, the subsequent dream about Ghost King Wu Mi was also his memory?Is one of the winding black dead Mou's forgotten past?

Iwakatsu Daming began to suspect Hei Simou's ghost life.

Wait, wait for me!He defected to Wu Mi, in order to prolong his life, in the meaning of loyalty!What is this dream about?No matter how you look at it, it's not right!As a subordinate and a boss, this relationship is too close!

... I must have thought too much, it must be, at the beginning he and Wu Mian obviously reached a partnership-like friendship, that's right, that's it.

Iwakatsu daimyo broke into a cold sweat.As an ancient person, he actually has no prejudice against the relationship between men and women. In ancient times, he was relatively open to this. Otherwise, where would there be a servant with a small surname (a servant who takes care of the nobleman's daily life) and a samurai's sleeper (...you know this).But the object is Wu Mi, even he can't help feeling bad taste.How tired and impatient is it to have a relationship with the ghost king?He is a ghost because he wants to live, not to embrace death like Dazai?

Yan Sheng forcibly interrupted himself to continue to think deeply, and he began to think about whether he should find a way to get back his lost memory.He thought it would be fine if he didn't care about it, maybe it would be the worst choice if he didn't care about it, if there was a thunderbolt hidden in it, one day he would be ashamed to the heavens?

"Master Yan Sheng, you are awake!"

Seeing the surprised Quanna's face, Iwakatsu was a little surprised. He glanced at the sand ninjas not far away, and they looked like they were used to it?

I remember correctly, the object of his mission, this Uchiha Izumi, is a ninja from the Land of Fire!It's really okay for him to show such concern for the daimyo of the land of winds?

Yansheng suddenly noticed a problem that he hadn't noticed before.

——It can also be said that it was a reminder from Mr. Dazai that he didn't grasp the distance from others well.

Quan Nai is the object of his task, so he is very concerned about it, causing Quan Nai to regard him as an elder.This development is very natural, but if left unchecked, it is likely to become full of rumors and difficult to deal with.

Yan Sheng, who woke up in time, immediately thought of his rhetoric and countermeasures. He had considered giving Quan Nai a title of nobleman in the early morning to support Quan Na, and now this opportunity is just right.

"Quanna, the main reason I lost to Senju Hashirama is that I don't understand ninja methods. I need ninjas to teach me about ninja skills to improve my own swordsmanship and combat ability. Would you like to... "

Uchiha Izumi was already very excited when he heard this, he thought that the next sentence must be, are you willing to be loyal to me!As long as Lord Yansheng speaks, he will immediately agree!I'm sorry, big brother, I'm going to be a barbarian, whether you agree or not, I've made a decision!

"...Are you willing to be my stepson?"

Quanna: ——! ! !

Not to mention Quanna, the sand ninjas were all sprayed, and they stared at Uchiha in horror.

No, wait, daimyo-sama, what are you talking about, calm down!

Yan Sheng confirmed his thoughts, and continued: "You are very talented and smart, and you are a very rare talent for governing the world. It's just your identity that limits your development. If this is the case... I will give it to you." Your identity. The exchange you have to pay is to let me understand the fighting style of ninjas and help me improve my swordsmanship. Are you willing?"