Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

【In all likelihood, life is unfortunate.

This is something I've known since birth.I was an orphan, my father died at birth, and my mother was a gentle and crazy woman.While stroking my head, she would tell me in a soft tone that I must become a person.Sometimes he would scratch his hair frantically, and let out a shrill cry with a hoarse voice like a broken house.

people.

Am I not human?How can one become a human being?

This is an ancient and isolated village.Because it is ancient, most people are ignorant, and because they are isolated from the world, they have no sense of morality.

On a rainy night, my mother's expression was very gentle, with a smile on her face, but tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, and she was thrown into the raging river as a sacrifice under the watchful eyes of the whole village.I watched quietly with those eyes. This woman probably loved me, but in the end, her last words were nothing more than, "The flowers are blooming..."

That year, I was five years old.

And I'm already alone.

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The rain was a bit heavy, big drops of rain fell from the sky, splashed on the path paved with stone slabs, forming water flowers, or small puddles one after another.

The entire sky darkened, and the abandoned houses were also in the rain, like crying ghosts, wandering in the world confusedly but terrifyingly.It is uncomfortable when the rain falls on the body, and the clothes stick to the body because of the wetness, which can make people frown tightly and secretly express their displeasure.

Quan Jinghua looked up at the sky, they were scattered.She doesn't like rainy days, not only because rainy days hinder travel, but also because in people's eyes, rain always has a sad atmosphere.Rain is the cry of the sky.Poets and writers always put human subjective emotions on this natural phenomenon, not to mention that rainy days are always not sunny, which makes people feel comfortable.

"No, I'm going to find Atsushi." Quan Jinghua murmured, looking around with her beautiful eyes, she was standing under the eaves to shelter from the rain, her red kimono was the brightest color.

At this moment, the sound of pattering footsteps came from the other side of the road.Quan Jinghua became vigilant, her body tensed, and she pulled out the short knife she was carrying to prevent accidents and to be able to fight back immediately.

As footsteps approached, a small figure appeared.

"Child?" Quan Jinghua was stunned for a moment. It was a child younger than her, about four or five years old, with black hair, black eyes, and extremely shabby clothes. Like the children who can be seen everywhere in the slums, there is no hope. , has no future, can die in a corner of this city at any time, no one will remember him, and will disappear completely from then on.

The boy also saw her, he stopped, and looked at her quietly with a pair of black eyes, not wondering why a girl like her appeared in the abandoned area, and he didn't care about the rain falling on him.Those eyes were quiet and quiet, as if they were covered with fog, unable to reflect anything.

"Sister, let's go."

The boy said so, the red kimono is so gorgeous, it is the only color here.

【…

My mother likes red. She has a red kimono that has been washed and faded. Every time she wears it, she always smiles. She is a gentle woman. She always cherishes that kimono. She was thrown into the river. That day, she wore this kimono, finished her makeup, and was extremely beautiful.

I felt red for the first time, but since then, I have never seen that bright, bright red.

It's a little pity. 】

She didn't notice any malice, but it didn't mean that Quan Jinghua would put down the dagger in her hand. She was still vigilant, "Did you see anyone else?"

The boy's eyes moved slightly, as if he finally saw her, but he only saw her.

"Give me flowers."

Standing in the rain, his small figure talked to the girl through the rain curtain, "Give me flowers."

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but finally disappeared into the heavy rain without a trace.

Rain is still falling.

【Adults will not pity me, because they think it is an honor to offer it to the heavens as a sacrifice.

I stood in the dilapidated temple. I didn’t know what was enshrined in it for a long time. The rain dripped from my hair and slid from my cheeks. I watched quietly. The heavy rain behind me seemed to block everything, and it seemed to be able to Wash everything down.

At this time, I will think of my mother.

rain.

"How can I be called a person?" I asked the empty temple, I don't know who I was asking, maybe I was asking the gods and Buddhas, or I was asking myself, but the memory at that time is really It was too vague for me to remember.

"Mother, why does that woman love red? Why does she dress up before she dies? Why is she smiling?"

It's so strange, obviously when people die in the village, those people cry, but when my mother died, they were laughing.

Is death a happy thing?

Is death a sad thing?

Thinking this way, I sat on the ground and watched the heavy rain outside the door quietly.

That year, I was ten years old.

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Atsushi Nakajima squeezed the water from his clothes, he sneezed, and rubbed his hands on his arms, hoping to gain some warmth, "Kyoka, Mr. Dazai, Mr. Ranpo, Mr. Kunikida, and Xie Miss Ye, how are you doing?"

Looking at the heavy rain outside the door, Nakajima Atsushi scanned the surroundings, a dilapidated temple, the inside is empty, no one is enshrined, and there are not many statues left, not giving up, looking for something that can keep warm Atsushi Nakajima searched carefully again, then he sighed.

Only then did he realize that even if he found something that could light a fire, he couldn't do it, because he didn't have any fire tools on him, and he didn't smoke, so it was impossible to carry something like a lighter.

"It would be great if Mr. Kunikida was here." Atsushi Nakajima sneezed again. At this time, he began to envy Kunikida's unique ability. He found a clean place and sat down, hugging his hands tightly. Legs, looking at the rain outside the door.

He once sat on the floor of the confinement room of the orphanage like this, saying nostalgia, no, rain, can always affect people's thoughts, those sad, sad, sad memories.

His eyes seemed to catch something, and Atsushi Nakajima became vigilant secretly. After staying in the detective agency for so long, he was a little vigilant anyway.

That figure was very vague at first, a small, black figure, and then gradually grew bigger, until finally it turned into a young boy and walked into the temple.

The child stood there quietly, without any intention of communicating with Atsushi Nakajima.

The same black eyes as Atsushi Nakajima, looking at the falling rain and the gloomy sky.

In the dilapidated temple, fell into silence.

Only the sound of breathing...

Atsushi Nakajima suddenly felt terrified, he could barely catch the child's breathing, even he knew something was wrong with the child.

"That..." Nakajima Atsushi said carefully, he must find his companion and return to his companion.The boy moved, but remained silent. Atsushi Nakajima encouraged himself in his heart, and continued: "Did you see anyone? For example, a girl in a red kimono."

His words finally caught the child's attention, and his voice rang through the empty temple, the first time Atsushi Nakajima had heard him utter.

"Flowers. Give me flowers."

Atsushi Nakajima wanted to inquire again, "What kind of flowers?"

The other party was silent for a while, "Give it to me, the red one. What do you want?"

Atsushi Nakajima thought it sounded familiar, but he couldn't think of where he had heard it for a while, but the gentle and kind-hearted boy still replied: "No need. Is it a red flower? I'll look for it when the rain calms down."

The child paused, he turned his head and looked straight at Atsushi Nakajima, as if he was looking at something.But he didn't say anything, instead he walked out of the temple and disappeared into the torrential rain.

Atsushi Nakajima took two steps forward, trying to call him back, but the figure disappeared completely, and the heavy rain washed away all traces.

His feet seemed to touch something, Atsushi Nakajima looked down, a paper umbrella, with this, he can walk in the rain.

Picking up the umbrella, Atsushi Nakajima was a little distressed, "Next time you meet him, return it to him."

【…

The family is very poor. After all, they lost their labor force very early. The mother was barely able to subsidize the family, but after her death, there was nothing left, and the rain seemed to take everything away.

Her face, her voice, her marks...

No, there is one more thing left.

I found an umbrella from the closet, the only thing she had left.

I held the umbrella in my arms and closed my eyes.

I can't keep her.I can't keep anything.

What you want, you have to give. This is the truth that I understood at that moment.In an ancient and ignorant village, even the people have their own feudal ignorance, but it doesn't matter.

The temperature of the cheeks will also warm the umbrella, at least this one.

Next time, go with the flowers.She likes red the most, and also likes flowers. When spring comes, she will always sing songs with soft tunes, just like blooming flowers. When the sun falls, her eyes seem to have light.

When I go home with a flower, she will be full of joy. At that moment, I seem to feel the quiet love.

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Yosano Akiko folded his arms a little irritably, watching the heavy rain, the sound of the rain falling, making a crackling sound.Compared with ordinary women, she is quite a courageous woman, and her appearance can't hide her inner hardness.

Rain always reminds her of some bad things.It's obviously not some old lady who likes to recall the past. The past has passed, but it doesn't mean it doesn't exist anymore.

"It's really... stop quickly. This rain..."

[It's time for sacrifice again.

I stood quietly among the crowd, it was raining again, I couldn't help raising my head and looked at the sky, it was dark and gloomy, as if it would collapse at any time.

This time the chosen sacrifice cried and shouted, as if he could not accept such an ending.

It's just a person.

I thought about it this way, I know that in some villages, sometimes two people are sacrificed, so in this way, it is already very lucky.

I couldn't help but smile on my face.The rain is obviously biting, but I feel very warm.In the past few years, floods have occurred more and more frequently, but as if they have really accepted the sacrifice, after the sacrifice, there will always be a period of calm.

Perhaps it is because of this that the people in the village firmly believe in it, continue to sacrifice, and throw the sacrifices into the river.

If I can grant their wishes...

That year, I was 12 years old.

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【できるなら......

If you can...]

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I don't know if everyone will feel a little boring?

I guarantee that "The Ghost of Grant" is really short, and it will definitely end in three chapters.