I survive in a high-risk world by writing essays

Probably because I saw this letter today, I rarely dreamed about my childhood.

I haven't had such a dream for a long time.

It was about 15 years old, and I still recognize the only middle school classroom in Aomori.In the classroom after school, only two people who went home to the society are still here.

One person was sitting on the window sill bored, watching people from the sports club sweating on the playground from a distance, while the other person was lying on the table writing something.

I looked at that petite figure through my own eyes in the dream, and those bright eyes full of hope for the future.

It belongs to Ryoko, I haven't seen such bright and lively eyes for a long time.Every time I dream about her in the middle of the night, what I remember when I wake up is her gray and empty eyes after death.

"Sake~ Are you listening?" The girl sitting at the table left her seat, and a magnified face appeared in front of me, her non-aggressive light-colored eyes stared at me with a smile, "What are you thinking so preoccupied with?" ah?"

"The future." I said in the dream.

"The future?" Ryoko repeated my words.

I was like a bystander, looking at the young me and pointing to the sky outside the window, and said to Ryoko, "Look."

Ryoko followed her fingers and looked out the window, "The sky?"

"Yes, it's the sky." At the age of 15, I raised my hand and slid my fingertips across the air, "It's not only the sky of Aomori, Aomori is too small. Outside of Aomori, there are Honshu Island, Tokyo, and There is such a big world, after graduating from high school, we can leave here and go to a bigger place. How about you say that we will go to Tokyo for the college entrance examination, Tokyo University.”

"It's a bit difficult, but Sake said so, I will work hard!"

A nameless wind blows through the windows, and the light blue curtains blend with the sky.

When I was 15 years old, I smiled and turned to ask my friend.

"Liangzi, what do you want to do when you grow up, or do you have any ideals?"

"What do you want to do?" Ryoko put the tip of her pen to her chin and thought for a while, "There are so many! In the future, I want to travel around the world, take many beautiful photos, and raise a house full of cats and dogs. The most important thing is Do these things with sake."

"But if you want to talk about ideals..." Ryoko's face showed a little embarrassment, but she still said seriously, "I have thought about it, I want to be a great novelist."

Ryoko repeated firmly, "Sake, I want to be a novelist."

I opened my mouth.

The picture in the dream gradually became unreal, and the chatter and laughter of the two girls gradually faded away.

"What about you, sake? What is your ideal?"

"No."

"Hey?!"

"It seems that there is no particularly difficult thing for me to do as an ideal..." In the blurry picture, the 15-year-old me thought for a while, "Since Ryoko wants to be a novelist, then I will be your editor , three meals a day to urge you to write novels, and you are not allowed to pet cats and dogs until you finish writing the content of the day."

"Sake, you said cruel things with a gentle smile... so scary~"

"..."

...

This is a conversation that took place in my distant memory.

I thought that almost ten years had passed, and my memory would become blurred with time, but I didn't expect that when I dreamed of this scene in my dream, every word Ryoko said, and every word she said, would be like this Clear, as if still yesterday.

I'm a little out of breath.

Struggling to wake up from the dream, I opened my eyes a little, reached out and fumbled to turn on the lamp on the bedside table.

——then found a dog on the quilt.

It was the general who somehow ran from his kennel to my quilt, no wonder he was out of breath.

I sat up and supported my forehead for a while, not bothering to wake up the general and make a fuss about it, so I took my phone and checked the time.

03:16

Looks like I won't be able to sleep again.

I moved the drooling general aside, clicked on Twitter on my phone, and found that there was a new private message in the pile of private messages on Twitter, and the ID of the other party was 'Yoshino who talks to himself'

[Thank you Kuroshio-sensei, I have already received a reply from the teacher.

Please rest assured, even if it is for my mother, I will not do such a thing.

Sorry to bother the teacher.

Thinking back on how I felt when I wrote that letter now, perhaps rather than anger, it was more ridiculed at myself who couldn't even make up my mind to oppose such an idiot.

But

but...】

The information stops here.

I am not surprised that the letter I sent today arrived today. When I sent the letter, I found out that the address of the other party was in Kanagawa, which is less than an hour's drive from Tokyo.

On the contrary, this private message was sent just a few minutes ago. I thought about it and replied to this message now, 【Do you want to meet and talk? 】

The kid over there who was subjected to school violence seemed to be frightened by my style of seeing and seeing,【...Is this okay?Just meet readers or something]

If other readers are here, they might have to make complaints about it: Obviously, even the signings are not open.

[It’s okay if I’m happy. 】

So capricious.

Yoshino Junpei, who was swiping his phone, received an unexpected reply from his favorite novelist, and all the bad thoughts that popped up in his head when he was insomnia late at night were scattered.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Kuroshio, who has a cold and rational style of writing, has such a personality in reality.

Originally, Yoshino Junpei just wanted to talk to someone he didn't know. If he really wanted to meet in reality, he would never say those words.

He doesn't need any help.

Isn't it good to just be a talker and listener who doesn't know who the other party is?

Not everyone is willing to tear their embarrassing side in front of others.

When he saw Kuroshio-sensei say, "Do you want to meet and talk?", his first thought was to refuse, and even some complained about Kuroshio-sensei who said this sentence on his own regardless of other people's feelings.

But the phrase "I'm willing to do so" hit the corner of his heart where he felt inferior and proud.

Perhaps it is because of the longing for this kind of person who takes himself as the standard and is not shaken by foreign objects.

There was some inexplicable expectation in his heart, and he was also a little embarrassed. After thinking about it for a long time, he typed out a sentence in the chat box.

[Then... XX cinema, I saw that the film schedule said that there will be a re-screening of "The Tongue and Liver Fester Together" in two days. Will Mr. Kuroshio watch this type of movie? 】