Miss Tsushima

Sinking into the sky, falling into the sea, swimming stars.

I will, which snowy night will I stay in?

The snow fell bigger and bigger, covering the ground profusely, and was trampled into mud by pedestrians.

Tsushima Hiiragi, who had left Leibo Street, stood blankly at the intersection for a while. Cotton-like clouds floated in the smoggy blue sky. It was already very dark.

Although he is a heroic spirit, he should not be aware of this, but when the wet snow water pours into the soles of his shoes, he still feels the bone-chilling cold psychologically.

Or go home?In this weather, hiding in the kotatsu, eating oranges and watching TV is in line with her image of a frail writer.

Tsushima Hiiragi walked slowly on the way home, his non-waterproof shoes became heavier and heavier, and his socks were filled with water.

Passers-by holding umbrellas cast their surprised eyes at this strange woman with black hair covered with snow.

She looked at the sky for a while, and looked at the colorful umbrellas for a while, walking in the snow like a snow-white ghost, reminiscent of the snow girl in Ghost Tales.

Keeping the same pace and walking slowly on the snow, it is like walking leisurely in a garden with green grass under the spring light.

Gradually, there were fewer pedestrians around me, and a bridge appeared in front of me.

Bridges, water, these things seem to have a natural attraction to Tsushima Hiiragi, she walked up the stone bridge unconsciously and looked down.

The river in winter seems to feel the biting chill just by looking at it. There are fine algae and ice slag floating on the surface of the bottomless black water, because the unpredictable depth is even more mysterious and terrifying.

It is a fast-flowing river.

Tsushima Hiiragi folded his coat neatly and put it aside, took off his shoes, turned over and sat on the bridge guardrail.

The dark river seemed to be connected to the dark sky on the distant horizon, she leaned forward, trying to see more clearly.

"what are you doing there?"

The voice of a young boy with a low and hoarse sound came from his ear, it seemed to be in the period of voice change, the voice had a slight whistle, but it was not as hoarse as the voice of an ordinary adolescent boy, but it was like a feather brushing gently over his heart, as if in a Playful kitten.

On the right side of the river sat a boy hugging his knees, a typical self-protection action, Tsushima Hiiragi suddenly became curious, and turned his head to look at him seriously.

The black coat was soaked with water, and it was draped over the shoulders, and the hem was dripping wet. There was no trace of blood on his face, and his lips were pale.

He curled up, resting his pointed chin on his knees, his bare skin wrapped in layers of bandages, revealing a lifeless iris-colored eye.

Just looking at each other for a second, the moment their eyes met, Tsushima Hiiragi felt a shock that hit her heart, making her tremble uncontrollably.

Why pain?Why are you confused?

What are you looking for?What are you asking for help?

It was a pair of eyes that could not understand the world.

Flowing with the same emotion as her.

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14-year-old Dazai Osamu Dazai has been sitting here for a long time.

This small river is beautiful, he doesn't know its name, but he is very familiar with it.

The black river quickly rippled, and Dazai Osamu's eyes fell heavily on it.

The black vortex seems to be able to swallow everything in this river. Osamu Dazai thinks that this is a clean and quiet place different from the blood and dirty oil in the night.

He didn't look back when he heard light footsteps on the bridge.

It would be better to say that at this moment, he is already extremely tired. It doesn't matter who he is, whether it is a colleague or a killer of a hostile organization, he doesn't care.

Ah, anyone is fine, it doesn't matter, who can take me away?

Please, take me with you, let me wake up from the dream of this rotten world——

He buried his head in the crook of his arms, and the softly falling snowflakes kissed the back of his neck. Because the black coat also absorbed water, it was so cold that he was in an ice cellar.

It was the sound of the wind, the rustling of cloth rubbing against each other, the sound of clothes being loaded onto the railing, the sound of shoes being taken off, and the sound of small pebbles falling into the river.

He couldn't help but look up,

"What are you doing there?" Dazai asked.

"What are you doing here again?"

The slightly elongated tone has a Tsugaru accent, and it is the soft voice of a nice woman.

There was a woman sitting on the bridge, her thin black clothes rattled by the wind, her jet-black hair fluttering with the wind, so dark that even sunlight could not reflect light, just like her pupils that could not see a gleam of light.

There are plain white faces with standard facial features, so well-behaved that people feel that they are too dignified.

With a typical Ukiyo-e beauty face, the facial features are like the standard beauty calculated by a computer, and they are evenly distributed on the face.

But this kind of beauty made Osamu Dazai feel uncomfortable at a glance.

Like the plastic doll table in the window, it's fake and disgusting.

This woman was born with a face that looked like she was smiling, just like the smile that appeared on her face now, under her beautiful skin, withering and muddy rolling.

Like a dry autumn leaf, it will shatter at the slightest touch.

Like a decaying flower, it has faded and grayed, and there are black marks on the edge of the wilted.

Dazai didn't answer.

Tsushima Hiiragi didn't care about it, she smiled softly, and she also turned her gaze to the small river.

Time passed, the sun broke through the clouds and slowly descended.

A bird with white feathers flew by and landed beside Tsushima Hiiragi. The sun was sinking just behind the bird, and the clouds were also dyed deep red and light red, so close that it seemed that it was within reach. .

"It's so beautiful...whether it's the sun or the birds, even the lake is so beautiful."

"It doesn't matter if the sun is setting slowly, or the small river is flowing quietly, and the combination of crimson and light yellow is also good."

The woman took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly, mixed with a sigh-like tone, elongated the tone with a singing-like tone, and said softly,

"A little bird has stopped here, moon-white feathers, ah, there are black feathers on the feet, it's so good, the cold blue sky is also dyed red, golden yellow leaves, undulating Watermarks..."

"It's so good, the river, it's so good, the snow, it's so good, winter..."

The woman was ambiguous, and the upside-down sentences didn't know what to express, which sounded as peaceful as a lullaby.

"It's so beautiful, it's so beautiful, everything in this world is really beautiful."

The wind was blowing gently like this. At this moment, it was not as quiet as in Yokohama, which is famous for its danger and chaos.

No, or rather, it's so quiet that it doesn't seem like it's in the world.

She smiled softly again, and whispered in a trembling tone that was suppressing something: "I really love this world..."

Osamu Dazai raised his head, tilted his head slightly, and looked at this woman seriously again with puzzled and blank eyes.

those eyes.

Under the full and smooth forehead, the eyes with slightly drooping tails.

Some of the overly long eyelashes covered her eyes, and those eyes were bred with mist, like rain or cloud.

Flowing with the same emotion as him.

Dazai stared at her, scanning every tiny muscle movement on her face with his closely pursuing eyes, from a very faint tear mole under the corner of her right eye to a small mole in the center of her cheek .

He saw something in this woman's eyes that he had been looking for.

"What about the little river?" she asked.

"Very warm, very warm."

Osamu Dazai withdrew his gaze, and there was no light in his kite-colored gaze, which was gloomy.

Tsushima Hiiragi laughed, which is rare for her to really laugh, put on her coat again, and she went back to the bridge,

"My house is nearby, why don't you come to my house?"

She looked at Osamu Dazai's dripping clothes, and said lightly, "Change clothes."

Osamu Dazai stared at Tsushima Hiiragi for a long time.

She was a monster in human skin, and an indescribable fear and pain wafted from her body.

This extraordinary vigilance has helped Osamu Dazai escape countless crises, but at this moment he remains motionless.

People who are overly afraid of people hope to witness even more terrifying monsters with their own eyes. The more nervous people who are timid about things, the more they long for the storm to come more violently. (Note 1)

Being stared at by Tsushima Hiiragi’s eyes brought the creepy feeling and heart palpitations, 14-year-old Dazai Osamu gently closed his eyes, seeing strange lights in front of his eyes, layers of light spots, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on his trembling eyelashes, through Extremely thin skin.

He seems to be able to see the pulsating blood vessels, the slight redness through the eyelids.

But, it doesn’t matter—cold and warm appear alternately, half hot and half cold, Osamu Dazai can feel the temperature of his current body surface is constantly rising, his brain is burnt to a paste, and the vigilance he is proud of has stopped functioning .

It seems to keep falling, falling.

He looked at the sun, and could feel Tsushima Hiiragi's predatory eyes locked on him tightly, following him like a shadow.

"Okay."

After a long time, Osamu Dazai smiled slightly.

At this moment, what would happen if he opened the monster's cage and agreed to the monster's invitation, whether he would kill himself or what, Dazai Osamu didn't think about it, but stood up gently.

Obviously, his brain kept clamoring for danger, ordering him to leave, but his heart was beating violently, tempting him to continue playing with firecrackers.

Tsushima Hiiragi patted the hem of his coat lightly, and walked to Dazai Osamu's side.

The afterglow of the setting sun faded away, and the night sky was covered in darkness. On a starless night, even the moonlight seemed dim. The shadow was cast on her face, and only a delicate chin could be seen.

She held out her hand.

"Let's go."

Osamu Dazai took those hands.