As a background board, I want to pursue Dazai

"Is the original intention of the article..." I pulled out the key words in his words, chewed and reflected.

He waited patiently.

After sorting out what I wanted to say in my mind, I said, "It's because of Xuecun's matter, but it's not just about this matter. What I want to point out is the ambiguous bondage of sending others to the god position in reality." Behavior."

"Hmm. This is well reflected. It refers to Baozhizi who is regarded as a saint by the villagers."

He rested his wrist on the corner of the table, and the paper had not been put down yet. "The villagers are playing the role of 'people', and Bao Zhizi is an 'artificial god' and 'artificial belief'... What Ashin and charlatans represent are behind the scenes?"

"Hey...wait, so Ashin is a bit like insinuating entertainment agency companies." I said, "This article will not be regarded as a mockery of the current star-making phenomenon in the entertainment industry, right?"

"Don't be so sensitive." He comforted me, "Excellent works will resonate with people in all aspects, not to mention that you didn't intend to target a specific industry phenomenon when you wrote, did you?"

I nodded, and then told him my thoughts: "I think in this strange high-pressure environment, whether it is Bao Zhizi, the villagers, or Ashin will gradually collapse. But Ashin, as the person who knows the truth the most, must It is the one who has been tortured by conscience the most."

"As for the character of Ashin, Yi Jun specifically pointed out that he is educated. What message does he want to tell readers? It shouldn't just mean that he is educated, so he can't bear ignorance, right?"

"After all, he is also one of the instigators of the tragedy." I held my chin and said, "An educated person may do more terrible things, because he has knowledge, a tool that others don't have."

"Well, so he combined with outsiders to deceive people."

Me: "Then...the uneasiness brought about by his self-confident conscience is actually directional."

Dazai asked back, "How?"

"He was just afraid that the villagers would kill Baozhizi after the incident was revealed, and he would indirectly bear the responsibility for his life," I said.

"That is to say, he is not repenting for hurting others." He said, "He wanted to take Baozhizi away, but he was afraid that Baozhizi would die and he would not be able to sleep, not because of sympathy for Baozhizi. A pitiful and deplorable experience kept in the dark."

"That's right. As long as Baozhizi didn't die because of his deception, he wouldn't feel bad. If he really rescued Baozhizi, he would definitely not treat her as softly as before."

Dazai: "I think there is no problem with the development of the story so far. It seems that the reason why you can't write is how to arrange the heroine."

I sighed, "Yes. After being embraced by the villagers as a saint, every miracle—although it was forged by Ashin, it all appeared. She is convinced of the power of harmony between heaven and earth. That's why she responded to the villagers' request and promised them that there will be a bumper harvest this year. However, she couldn't see it, and she didn't know that this year was a disaster year. As long as she went to the farmland After one glance, no one can tell such a guarantee.”

"Seize the core." He emphasized again, "You take your core, your original intention, and stretch it."

"..." After thinking about it carefully, I found that I missed a key point, "I only wrote about the phenomenon, not the result."

All my pen and ink have been devoted to describing this phenomenon.

Whether it is Baozhizi's conviction that he is a saint, the villagers' conviction that Baozhizi is a saint, or Ashin's series of behaviors in the process-this is a phenomenon.

"...The so-called result should be the ending I expected when I saw the phenomenon."

He said: "Then skip the story, you are just using the story to explain the phenomenon to the reader and magnify the contradictions in it. In reality, when you first saw this phenomenon, what did you expect to happen?"

what i expected to happen-

In the face of this wrong act of tying up mortals, treating them as gods like sacrifices, and begging to get everything from him, what I hope is...

"End everything." My voice suddenly became cold, "That's all."

"Then end it," he said.

Well, maybe I know where to start.

I sat at my desk that night, rewriting the ending to the story.

【I want to take her away—this belief is clearly engraved on Ashin's nerves. Today's moonlight is extraordinarily clear and bright, as if he can see that he is going to do something important, and it falls on him on purpose. Focus on him.

It's a pity that Baozhizi can't see this kind of beauty, she can only see darkness and darkness, and darkness.

"Baozhizi, let me take you out of here." Ashin said this, Baozhizi's beautiful face was not real, and he watched her with her eyes closed and her lower lip firmly pressed.The phantom in his mind became more and more rampant, twisting all the love and hate in his heart into a rope, making it a real life-saving straw. 】

Ashin told Bao Zhizi everything.

...It's so pitiful. Whether he says it or not, I don't think the ending will change in the slightest.

【"What are you talking about?" Bao Zhizi's face changed, from a peaceful and blooming white water lily to a scorching red maple. He shot an arrow ready to shoot Ashin to death.

She said: "I am a saint, I want to pray for the village, you don't need to say anything else, please go back."

After that, no matter how Ashin begged at the door, she was unwilling to see him again.

Ashin seemed to be venting, he started to cry, faltered and paused, and finally wept out of breath.

He said: "I know you can hear it! I want to say, Bao Zhizi. You are not a saint at all. It was me and the monk Lai Tou who lied to you and the people in the village. You can't see it, and I even more I want to tell you that the farmland has dried up long ago, it is full of soil, and even the seeds can’t grow. If you wish them a good harvest, how can you bring a good harvest?”

"Do they give you the best food because they worship you and trust you? No, because they think you will bring miracles and harvests. They would rather tighten their belts and serve you good."

"Have you ever thought that the crops are rotten and dying day by day, you have eaten so much delicious food, and eaten so much food that they should have entered their stomachs, but failed to bring the harvest they expected, What will they do to you?"]

[The door opens again, Ashin thinks that this time Bao Zhizi finally changed his mind and wants to leave with him.Unexpectedly, Bao Zhizi slapped him heavily. Ashin, who was already weak due to fatigue and heart disease, was almost crooked by this solid slap.

In the shadows, Baozhizi revealed half of her face that was integrated with Yuehua——

"Stop saying such stupid things that offend me."

"I am the saint," she said.

Ashin looked at the firmly closed door, he knew that this time, the door would never be opened again.

But in his heart, somehow a sense of carefreeness and relaxation emerged. 】

After writing this plot, I put down my pen and breathed a sigh of relief.

That's right!

When readers think it is going to be reversed, not to reverse is also a kind of reversal.

Bao Zhizi, who already considers herself a saint, will naturally perform her duties as a saint more seriously. Coupled with the concepts instilled in her by her mother, she has transformed herself into a perfect saint.

And will Ashin suffer for the rest of his life?No, he has already told the truth about Baozhizi. If Baozhizi really died at the hands of the angry villagers, Ashin can also excuse himself-I told her the truth a long time ago, and she didn't want to leave me of.

All returned to their places.

"I'm writing a simple ending at the end...it should be enough." I raised my arms, clasped my hands and stretched. Just as I was about to put away the manuscript paper, I realized that the topic I wrote before hadn't changed.

Another little episode today.

Mr. Dazai suggested that I change the name of the article.

He said: ""The Madonna Can't Be Saved" is too straightforward, and there is no room for readers. How about calling it "The Virgin" or "The Holy Maiden"?"

Now I agree very much.

I crossed out the originally proposed title and re-named it aside.

"Saint".

……

……

A few days later, Imaken's enrollment procedures have been handed over to Shizheng for communication. On my way home from get off work, with a box of eggs in my hand, I ran into Dazai who was dripping with water by the river bank. gentlemen.He greeted me cheerfully, thinking that there was still plenty of time, so I went up and sat down beside him, chatting with him.

He told me that the detective agency had a newcomer.

"A newcomer?"

The detective agency no longer needs to add administrative staff. Being able to join the detective agency at this juncture means that it is likely to have supernatural powers.

He said: "It's a young boy, um...it should be okay to be called a boy. Not only is he penniless, homeless, but also involved in a terrible incident."

It sounds like a not-so-good experience, and it reminded me of the bad times when I first came to Yokohama and I could only barely stretch my body and wake up sore every day in the Internet cafe.

I remember Mr. Dazai saying that the salary of the detective agency is not bad, and it seems to provide staff dormitory.That young man's plight will be easily solved, right?

"Didn't Yi Jun go to visit the school today?" He asked, "Have you made up your mind?"

"It's almost settled. If there is no accident, it will be Tomoeda Elementary School. When the formalities are officially started, I can prepare the things I need for school..."

Seeing that I was suddenly stuck, Dazai cast a searching look.

"...I don't know what to prepare at all."

While I have no lack of common sense, common sense doesn't include the complete answer to "what do you need to send your kids to school?"School uniforms and school bags are the uniform styles of the school, but what else?

So, I immediately set my sights on the only person present besides me.

Dazai felt my undisguised gaze: "..."

"... Mr. Dazai doesn't know? Yes, after all, you have never raised a child."

After I finished speaking, I took out my mobile phone from my pocket and searched online without looking at his reaction. Unfortunately, all I got were answers like "it depends on the school's situation". diary for kids.

"No, there are almost no useful answers." I locked the screen, wondering if I should wait for the school to send a notice, there should be documents such as admission notices, and list the things parents need to prepare?

"Learning tools and various small bags." Dazai's answer came late, "In addition to school bags, there are also many other small bags that are used, whether it is for packing lunches or odds and ends for handicraft classes, at least Prepare three or four small packages with different needs."

I think back to the elementary school students I met on the road, occasionally carrying one or two other bags, which should be bento boxes.

I was inspired, and said along the way: "There is also a bento box. Speaking of which, the bento boxes nowadays are really incredible. Not only are they rich in variety, but they are also very powerful."

The few of us are cooking and shifting shifts. Naturally, we must make lunch boxes. They take them to school, and I take them to work.Before I came, Makoo and the others gave me an extra pair of bento boxes when they bought bento boxes in the supermarket, and it naturally fell into my hands.

As a result, I have never experienced the thrill of picking a bento box by myself.

"By the way, how does Dazai-san usually settle for lunch? Will everyone in the detective agency bring bento?"

"No, there are very few people who eat bento. Tanizaki eats bento occasionally. But most people still eat out. There is a cheap and delicious family restaurant opposite the detective agency, and everyone usually goes there to solve the problem. But... eat I’ve done it too many times, and I’m a little tired.”

"Have you considered cooking for yourself?"

"Do you think I'm someone who can cook?"

... not like.

The plastic bag in my hand was rustling by the wind. Dazai turned his head and looked curiously, only to find that it was two boxes of eggs.Seeing him looking for food, I somehow subconsciously said:

"Eggs are limited to two boxes per person. If Mr. Dazai is here, I can get two more boxes. It's a pity..." I said, "After all, everyone likes tamagoyaki very much, and eggs are always not enough. Mr. Dazai likes to eat Tamagoyaki?"

"I like it." He replied very simply.

At this moment, I felt like I saw a savior.

"Mr. Dazai, are you free every Tuesday after get off work?"

"...?"

I looked straight at him and asked, "If you are free on Tuesday, can you accompany me to buy eggs that are limited to purchase every week? I can make delicious tamagoyaki for you!"

After all, one more person can get two more boxes!Free my hands!

The author has something to say:

Turns out you don't love me at all you just want me to grab the eggs for you (bushi)

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感谢在2020-08-2623:17:33~2020-08-2722:21:25期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 lonely lemon essence;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: I can't figure it out 50 bottles; 260442562 bottles; 1 bottle of watermelon and mango;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!