As a background board, I want to pursue Dazai

This is a very simple truth - pain can be said.

It’s just that people seem to gradually forget it as they grow older, or some people are introverted, or some people are ashamed to speak out about their pain. People seem to acquiesce that telling others about their pain is a weak act, especially Under gender bias, adult males seem to have even less power.

With Dazai, I can't tell which is which, or which is which - he always has his reasons.

I held out my hand, palm up, and said to him, "Can you put your arm up for a moment? I'm not going to undo your bandages."

The young man put his arm on my palm, and before I could speak, he was the first to express emotion: "In comparison, Yi Jun's hands are really small."

"It's a normal phenomenon caused by the gender difference between men and women." I said, gently holding his arm - here is a good reflection of his words, Dazai's arm is actually very thin, but I can't fully hold it of.

He said: "A long time ago there was a wound left here - I can't tell how many years ago it is now. After the wound healed once, a new wound will be added. In the end, it will be indistinguishable. It's like carving words on tree bark with a knife, and in the end it just turns into mottled and ugly marks, leaving nothing of value."

Dazai’s expression is so normal that he is discussing with me what to eat next, no, even discussing food is more emotional than this, he is just stating, telling me: He did such a thing, only for this That's all.

With the other hand through the bandage, I stroked down from where his arm was bent until he reached his wrist.It was like I was feeling his past life through a bandage.I think I must be acting down right now.

Dazai said to me, "I really hate pain." Then he changed into a bright smile, "But, no one likes pain, right? Ah... Except for masochists, lunatics, and people who need to rely on pain to wake up .”

I pinched the sides of his arms lightly, then looked up and asked him, "Will this hurt?"

"No." He replied quickly, "Pain becomes dull as it accumulates for a long time. Although I haven't been able to numb the pain perfectly, at least..." Dazai seemed dissatisfied with his answer, he Immediately changed his words again, "If I say it hurts, what will Yi Jun do?"

I subconsciously asked him: "Is there any way to make people forget the pain?"

"Yi Jun still said I was cunning, so you are clearly the one who is cunning, right? You are throwing back the question I asked you intact, and you are waiting for me to give you a perfect answer—" Dazai said, "This way ……so be it……"

He occasionally fell into a state of thinking to himself, and I waited for him quietly.

Dazai had an idea, as if he had thought of an excellent plan.

"Yi Jun, say 'Tang Pain flies away—'Look!"

...What did he say?

Yes, did you ask me to say the phrase "痛いの痛いの飞んでいけー"?

Seeing that his expression was about to turn from joy to disappointment, I quickly cleared my throat with a light cough——

Like what I have seen before, one hand supported his arm, the other hand covered it, and then patted it lightly twice, turning this hand over, as if the pain was really thrown away. .

He still said plausibly in his mouth: "Pain, pain is flying away——"

Uh... I feel so ashamed, what's going on.I felt my ears were hot, maybe red enough to bleed.

Dazai got what he wanted, and said excitedly: "Come here too!" Then he sent it with another hand.

"This... this side also..." I said, "Tang pain flies away!"

After I finished, he drew back his arms and clasped his hands together, and praised me with watery eyes like he was worshiping a god.

"It's amazing! It doesn't hurt at all! Could it be that Yi Jun is really a Bodhisattva?"

I think our level of conversation went from 20 to 12, no, 12 year olds don't like that anymore.

However, being teased by him like this made me feel a lot better.

I put my hands down and put on a serious face, reminding him that we still have work to do.

"Mr. Dazai, we are going to move the luggage to the new room now, and then we have to get the cash and go to eat...the time is very tight."

He showed a "deep lack of tension" in this matter, but assured me that he was in a very good mood.

"Good~"

After we transferred our luggage, we went to the bank to get cash. After we got out of the bank, we walked around the street twice, looking for a suitable place to fill our stomachs.

"I have to walk a lot of mountain roads today, and my physical exertion will definitely be greater than yesterday. In addition, the scenic spot may not be able to find a suitable place for dinner... so now this meal cannot be handled on the scale of breakfast." I said, " Just treat it as lunch."

"For lunch, how about the ramen shop I just passed on the left?"

I also don't like trouble, so I just chose directly: "Then let's ramen."

This ramen shop is a kind of self-selected ingredients and noodles, just press your own combination on the machine.For the first time, I chose the spiciest level of spiciness. After the meal was ready, Dazai looked at the red soup in front of me with a strange brilliance in his eyes.

I took out a saucer, scooped a spoonful of spicy soup into it and pushed it to him.

"Would you like to try it on?"

He lifted the small saucer and drank it straight down—

"Cough cough, cough..." He moved in a hurry, and soon choked, his ears turned red.

I hurriedly wanted to pass the water glass to him, but the water in the water glass was still steaming, so I had to pat his back while blowing cool air on the glass, and then handed the water glass to him.

"The water is very hot, slow down..."

He stuck out his tongue to test the temperature of the water, and I looked at him nervously, but he had already calmed down, turned his head to look at me, and said, "...it's not hot anymore."

Me: "...Drink water quickly."

I didn't dare to look away. After he drank the water and he was completely fine, the breath I raised in my throat was completely smoothed out. Looking at the little spicy soup on the saucer, I thought that if I didn't pass it to him He won't be choking either.

Dazai didn't say anything, but raised the saucer, and drank the half-drinked spicy soup on it.

I:"!"

But this time he didn't respond, that is, he took two sips of water after drinking, and then stuck out his tongue, as if doing so would expel the spicy feeling from his body.

Before I could speak, he took the lead again: "So Yijun likes spicy food?"

"No...you can't say that either."

When I said this, I looked at the expression on his face, and it seemed that he was really calm.

"I just want to eat spicy food once in a while. I have been eating very light recently, and I just want to change the taste. I can't do it if I eat spicy food every day."

While I was talking, he had unpacked a pair of disposable chopsticks and handed them to me.

"Thank you." I took the chopsticks and stirred the noodles in the bowl twice. There was a layer of shiny oil in the red soup. I picked up a handful of noodles and ate them.

Memories of eating ramen go back many months.

"It was Dazai-san who suggested eating ramen before..." I said, "Could it be that Dazai-san actually likes ramen?"

"Just like Yijun occasionally eats spicy food, I can't say that I like ramen either—it's just a change of taste once in a while." He pressed the char siew in the bowl into the soup with chopsticks, turned the bottom noodles up, his white bones Soup looks appetizing.

He said: "However, even I have unwavering favorite foods."

"Sure enough, it's still crab meat?"

"That's right, crab meat is the best."

We finished eating and were about to go to the station when Dazai suddenly said to me, "Yi Jun's lips are so red."

Hearing what he said, I thought that the spicy soup from the ramen just now hadn't been wiped clean, so I quickly took out the mirror and wiped my lips with a tissue, only to find that it was still full of red.

I licked my lips and said helplessly: "...I can only wait for it to disappear by itself."

He comforted me: "It's okay, it looks good this way."

"Are flaming red lips more suitable for autumn red maple?" I couldn't help but also joked.

"It's a genius idea," he said. "I can take a few more photos later to verify whether this conclusion is correct."

We changed cars on the way, during which he answered a phone call, probably for work, I remember he also answered a phone call yesterday, it seemed that he was really busy.

After arriving in Arashiyama, we first went to several famous temples to observe. Now it is the travel season and there are many people.Even in well-developed scenic spots, when there are many people, the mountain road will not be so comfortable to walk on.Unexpectedly, we were catching up with the elderly tourist group, and our situation became more and more "worse"-this most popular tour route, the road is too narrow!

In order to avoid being scattered, none of us was entangled this time, and we held hands and ran outside the main line.

"……call."

"It's terrible."

"Yes."

In this short escape route of a few steps, we ran out of a posture of not wanting to die.

We staggered with the big troops, and followed the guide we found up to a small path with less people.There was a male student in front of us who was shaking his head with earphones. The mountain was quiet, only the sound of people's footsteps and shoes stepping on leaves, so the boy's singing voice was very... clear.

"Stay with me~oh~"

His singing voice can even be called melodious and melodious. After a few steps, I already recognized that it was a hit song by a certain singer in Heisei.

As I listened, the song reached my right ear, and I suddenly felt something was wrong, and saw Dazai beside me humming along.

I'll admit, I've been utterly captivated by his adorable looks.As a result, when I saw him, he immediately pressed the OFF button again and stopped singing a word.

He also looked at me triumphantly.

I:"……"

We were walking on the uneven mountain road, and Dazai suddenly said: "This road is really long... By the way, don't such plots often appear in movies and novels-walking on the mountain road, the road behind It disappeared, and the scenery in front of me became a scene from another world that I had never seen before."

"There are a lot of ghost stories." I said, "For example, the lair of monsters who eat people without spitting out their bones, or the pranks of ghosts in the mountains...'Leading to another world' should have become popular in recent years. Come up with a new subject, right?"

"It's an 'other world', maybe it's the underworld."

"Mr. Dazai, when it comes to the underworld, isn't there just such a weird story in Kyoto?"

"Unbelievable?"

"Just near Qingshui Temple, it is said that there is an ancient well connected to Huangquan."

When he heard the key word "Yellow Spring", he yelled, "Is there such a once-and-for-all method?"

Anticipating his answer earlier, I said earnestly: "But...it is said that Xiaoye Huang entered and exited Huangquan through this well."

"Ah..." Dazai looked like a deflated ball, "This is not acceptable. If Ono Huang enters and exits the well of hell, wouldn't there be a world after death? I don't want it."

I vowed: "If you say Mr. Dazai, if you go to Huangquan, you might be arrested and go to work."

"Wow - this sentence is too lethal, to be honest, I'm getting goosebumps, Yijun!"

"It's better to say how much Dazai-san hates work."

"In short, don't! Resolutely don't!"

During our conversation, we have reached the flat road in the mountains. There is a flat bridge in front of it. Maple trees stand on both sides, and the leaves are drooping. There are still a few touches of green amidst the red of the mountains and plains. The lush red leaves fill my sight. Be full.Occasionally, there is a bird's cry in the forest, but it is covered by the rustling sound when the maple leaves are rippling.

"……so good."

If it goes according to the original plan, now is the right scene for me to confess.

But when I looked at the person beside me who raised his head slightly and stared at the same red leaf forest with me, these small and bad emotions disappeared.

As soon as I looked away, I heard Dazai next to me say, "Is this the scene that Yi Jun originally planned...?" He concealed the word "confession", but I immediately understood what he meant .

I nodded embarrassingly.

"...I think the atmosphere is very important." I said, "It's been... said by now anyway."

And I also understand that it is not necessary to pay attention to the sense of ritual in everything, and it may be better to do everything from the heart.

A gust of wind blew by, and the luxuriant woods surrounded us. The leaves were blown off by the wind, swirling and falling in the air. I stretched out my hand, and this pointed leaf happened to lie on the palm of my hand.

Dazai muttered, "It's a pity."

I put down the red leaves in my hand and asked, "What's the pity?"

"I want to hear—"

"The words Yi Jun originally planned to say to me here."

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Writing to me made me hungry...

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感谢在2020-09-1522:40:53~2020-09-1623:19:23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 landmine: He Lai Resonance, Silver Meow 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 60 bottles of Yunyun; 10 bottles of curry-flavored lobster, not straight in the world, P Zai, and squirrel; 1 bottle of Changye Zhaozhao, boon, Yanluo, and Ye Xunyue;

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