This is a nurturing essay

The young man fixed his eyes on the child, but his mind quietly started to go berserk.

His expression remained unchanged, and he walked into the child at the silent pace just now.This distance is not far, after a few steps, they are already close at hand.

The child did not hide.

He just stood by the window, watching Lu Yu approach step by step with that false smile.

The child is short.

Lu Yu bent down.

The hood of the cloak covered his eyebrows, leaving only a clean chin and indifferent lips.He turned his back to the moon, casting a shadow, and the shadow firmly covered the child.

The child put away his smile, raised his head slightly, and looked at him expressionlessly.

"Why don't you run away?" Lu Yu approached gently, lowered his voice, and whispered soft Japanese into the child's ear.

"I'm so young, how can I escape?" The child tilted his head and replied softly.

His voice is thin, he speaks very slowly, with a Qingjin accent, like a big boy—no, this is just a little boy.

Lu Yu smiled lightly: "You can call someone."

"In that case, Mr. Onigashi will run away. If he runs away, he won't be able to take me to hell."

"But you know, I'm not a ghost messenger, right?"

"That's right, Mr. Guicha has a shadow." The child rolled his eyes again, "Then, is Mr. Monster going to eat me?"

"Ah..." Lu Yu unconsciously let out a sigh.

"Or, Mr. Bad Guy wants to kill me?" The child continued to speak softly.

This is Osamu Dazai.

Although there was no evidence, at this moment, Lu Yu was extremely sure that this strange and somewhat dead child was the future Dazai Osamu.

Did he start begging for death at such a young age?He looks so small and soft, is he seven years old?he……

Although he made up his mind to stay away from the characters in the plot, when this lonely child really appeared in front of him, Lu Yu found that he couldn't leave at all.

This is the future Dazai Osamu.

Future mafia cadre, suicidal maniac.

Pursue the dead, pursue the redeemed.

Struggling lightseekers in solitude.

And, his, relatives.

"I won't take you to hell, I won't eat you, and I won't silence you." Lu Yu straightened up, took off a glove, and touched the boy's head, "Little guy, why don't you sleep?"

"I fell asleep. Maybe this is my dream?" The boy let him go.Lu Yu noticed that in the cold autumn night, the child was only wearing a thin nightgown.

"Then, let's treat it as a dream. I am the one who came to give you a gift in the dream." Lu Yu withdrew his hand and put on his gloves again.

"Okay, Mr. Dream Monster. What gift do you want to bring me?"

"Um……"

Lu Yu pondered for a while, and turned into the boy's room neatly.The child suspected of Osamu Dazai stepped aside obediently, quietly watching him move.

The room was empty.The tatami was covered with solitary futons, and it seemed that there was no trace of popularity.

The boy watched him close the window, and said slowly: "The night watch maid is sleeping outside."

This is probably to remind him not to make noise?Lu Yu thought uncertainly.

He walked to the side of the quilt, sat down cross-legged, and beckoned the boy to come over.The room was really dark, the boy tilted his head, and carefully walked back to his quilt in small steps.

Lu Yu lifted the quilt and touched it, um, it was cold.

"If you are willing to tell me your name, I will give you a story as a gift." Lu Yu said after watching the boy sneak into the bedding obediently.

"Hmm... If Mr. Monster knows his name, will he be hidden by the gods?"

"Maybe." Lu Yu replied.

"Okay. Then, my name is Shuji Tsushima, Mr. Youkai, don't forget it wrong."

Although there had been speculations, Lu Yu still felt that this development was very miraculous.And the behavior of the child telling him his real name directly surprised him.

I thought the young Dazai would be an elf.

"Okay, Shuzhi-kun. So, are you ready to accept your gift?"

"Uh, uh. Go ahead."

"So—hundreds of years ago, on the other side of the sea, there was a country called Britain. The country lost its king, and it fell into chaos."

"I know. The one who pulls out the sword in the stone can become the king and end the war. A boy named Arthur pulled him out, right?" The young Shuji Tsushima finally stopped his quiet and dead attitude before.He began to rush to answer, using pictures to express his dissatisfaction with this old-fashioned gift.

But he was so naive.

Lu Yu calculated the time in his mind.In the darkness, no one saw the sly and gentle smile on his face.

"Wrong. In this story, the person who drew the sword is not a boy, but a girl."

"How could King Arthur be a girl?"

"King Arthur was originally a girl."

So, on this quiet autumn night, the young Shuji Tsushima heard a story about a knight king who didn't understand people's hearts.

The girl with the heart of a red dragon, under the guidance of her half-meng demon teacher who doesn't understand human emotions and behaves badly, has gone through hardships and finally became a king.But she failed to save Britain--instead, her knights left her one by one, he said, they said--the king didn't understand people's hearts.

She tried her best, abandoned her feelings, and became a king who perfectly practiced chivalry, but she still failed to prevent the disintegration of the motherland.In the end, her "son" betrayed her in a rebellion.

She failed to save Britain after all.

The story of the king who doesn't understand people's hearts is over.

"...that succubus who has no feelings, why did he hide in Avalon in the end?" Shuji Tsushima's ethereal voice sounded.He seemed to have fallen asleep, and then asked in a half-dream.

"Probably because of the remorse after letting her meddle in the girl's fate without authorization and watching her fail." Lu Yu replied with the same ethereal voice.

"But doesn't he have no feelings?" Shuji Tsushima's voice became softer, making one wonder whether the problem really existed, and whether the boy really made a sound.

"He really doesn't understand human feelings."

"Then why did he regret it?"

"I don't know either. Probably, that's the person he respects even if he doesn't understand feelings..."

The boy fell silent.

Just when Lu Yu thought he would not make any more noise, the small voice sounded again.

"...Do they love each other?"

"If two inhuman beings who don't understand human hearts and emotions also have the consciousness of love—then they must love each other."

"..." Shuji Tsushima said something.But the sound was so low that he couldn't hear it clearly.

"It's getting late, sleep well, little Xiuzhi. Have a good dream."

"I'm wrong, Mr. Monster. It's already a dream, why would anyone be dreaming in a dream?"

"Okay then. Then, I wish you a good dream next time..."

Shuji Tsushima's breathing became steady, as if he had fallen asleep.The dark house fell silent again.

"...Then, can I still dream of you?"

For a long time, there was no answer.

Shuji Tsushima felt a chill.He opened his eyes and sat up without a trace of sleepiness.

The window was wide open.

The sky is no longer dark. Although the sun has not risen, there is already a light morning light on the horizon.

He was still the only one in the room, as if no one had ever been there, as if it was just a long dream.

In the dream there was a Mr. Monster in a cloak who told him that King Arthur was originally a girl.

Now, the dream is awake.