Miss Tsushima

The sky was a dim blue, but the sea showed a kind of sparkling movement.

Tsushima Hiiragi looked at the sea and pressed the replay button.

The sea breeze at night blew towards her, blowing her black hair messily to the back. The temperature at the seaside suddenly dropped at night, and the beige coat she put on again made a soft rubbing sound in the wind.

The wind is cool, mixed with the salty smell of the sea, blowing slightly with a grainy feel.

Tsushima Hiiragi felt that his body was getting cold, his neck and toes were a little stiff, but his ears were hot.

Probably because the phone call just now was too long, the auricles were a little red, and the white and almost transparent ears seemed to be able to see the traces of blood rushing here from the heart.

The palm of the hand holding the phone is also hot, and it no longer hurts at this moment, but the slight itching is more painful than the pain.

When the moon rose, the sun had not completely set. The sea surface was like a magnificent oil painting with this red light. At this moment, the sun had already disappeared from sight, and the moon would soon come directly above the sea surface.

A piece of bright white, constantly flowing.

The world seems to be asleep, everything is so quiet, only a few stars.

In the mobile phone, there was a long ringtone of a dialing call. In the silent sea breeze, there was an echo-like wave, rushing into her ears turbulently.

The long, long wait.

The lights were not turned on in the room, and Osamu Dazai was sitting alone at the table. When he left in the afternoon, the overturned cake was still in the trash can. The day of kitchen waste disposal? Not today, the summer temperature is the most likely to attract bugs, he Knot the garbage bag and put it in the kitchen.

But the smell was still in the air.

The smell of cream fills the nose and penetrates straight into the brain. Is it possible that the strawberry has rotted before it can be released? This kind of smell? Too sweet and greasy that it seems to overflow? The smell of juice, Osamu Dazai propped his chin, and let it go The hands on the table seem to still feel the slippery texture, like cream that hasn't been wiped clean.

How annoying, he's really past the sweet tooth age.

He propped his chin, and suddenly remembered that Tsushima Hiiragi once said that eating too much sugar will cause tooth decay.

When I was ten or seven years old, I didn't have a decayed tooth, but at the age of twenty, did I succeed in growing it?

Osamu Dazai pressed his fingers on his cheek, and seemed to really feel the dull pain in the nerves under the skin.

He rested his chin with a blank expression, and continued to poke his cheek with the other hand, the pain was clearly manifested.

what……

Osamu Dazai let out a long sigh, lowered his eyes, and looked at the table silently. On it was the white rose that he took over from Kunikida Doppo.

At an already past age, with decayed teeth, it was exactly as Ms. Tsushima expected.

Constant, inner, weak pain, breeding? A continuous wave of pain that is even more unbearable.

Long, thin, tingling, secret pain.

The rotten teeth also grew in places where they shouldn't be. Osamu Dazai took a slow breath, covered his chest with his hands, and slowly curled up his fingers. The thin shirt was born because of his constantly tightening fingers. Many wrinkles.

The painful teeth on the heart are gnawing at the heart, can it be pulled out?

It's really unbearable, this kind of pain.

I hate pain the most, and I don't want it at all.

So? In other words, it's all Miss Tsushima's fault. If she hadn't finished eating that piece of cake, she wouldn't have had any toothache.

It's all Miss Tsushima's fault.

The mobile phone on the table flickered twice, illuminating the two pages of books next to it. With his good eyesight, he read two lines in the dim light, and randomly swiped the mobile phone with his hand.

He didn't make that call on purpose, and even before making the call, he didn't envision possible developments.

This is a rare thing for him, reasoning about the possible development is already a kind of instinct of him, as natural as breathing, not only a kind of self-preservation, but also because of his innate intelligence Humans can clearly see the future even if they don't try to guess what might happen next.

It's as simple as opening a paper exam, no fun.

But for this call, he didn't know what he was calling for, or even what he was thinking at that time, so he pressed the number in a daze.

Two years later, he was still clearly able to press out the string of numbers based on muscle memory alone.

Tsushima Hiiragi never changed his cell phone number.

Whether it was caused by instinct or planned for a long time, he himself couldn't tell. How could he press down this string of numbers so skillfully.

When the phone rang, he suddenly sat up straight and stared at the shining screen with a serious attitude that he didn't realize. In those few seconds, he wanted to hang up the phone countless times , but in the end did not take any action, sitting motionless like a statue in the darkness.

Will she pick it up, what will she say.

What am I going to say.

I'm doing fine now?I went to your signing event?Sure enough, I still hate you the most?My birthday? Do you? Remember?where are you now?Are you still writing those boring novels?

Have you ever regretted throwing me away?

Osamu Dazai didn't have time to think too much, the phone was connected on the other end, he subconsciously held the phone in his hand, and put it close to his ear.

In the end, I still couldn't say anything.

The sound of Tsushima Hiiragi's soft breathing came from the other end of the phone, like a feather slowly descending from the sky, falling softly on the ear.

Osamu Dazai moved his posture, leaned against the wall, put his legs casually on the quilt, held up his mobile phone like this, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

Some old colors, with dense and intersecting textures like bamboo mats, the light projected from the curtains stretched into thin lines, falling on the ceiling indistinctly.

He heard his own breathing, accompanied by his heart beating faster and faster.

The voice from the other end of the phone is very small, but Osamu Dazai's most usual method is to put a bug on the opponent's body. The voice of that is far more indistinct than this one, and it is also easily affected by radio waves.

He is used to listening to bugs, and his hearing has always been excellent. Therefore, although the voice on the other side is small, it is very clear to him.

The sound of Tsushima Hiiragi's breathing was even more clear as if he was making a sound against his ear.It seemed that even the faint breath hit his ears, bringing a faint itching.

A little farther away, came the sound of her footsteps. From the sound from there, he almost seemed to be walking beside her. He walked through the bustling street, and there was another traffic light, and the car stopped in front of her. , playing the flute to signal her to pass first.

She stopped and walked, moving slowly, the last sound was a wave, Tsushima Hiiragi stopped in front of the sea, the sea breeze was blowing gently, Osamu Dazai heard the sound of her sitting down.

She didn't move around, just sat like this, listening to this side in silence.

Did Tsushima Hiiragi know? Did he make the call?Osamu Dazai really wanted to ask this question. In fact, he already knew the answer without asking, but he still wanted to get an affirmative answer.

In what mood did you answer this call? Why didn't you hang up?

At that time, it was so resolute to leave? Why do you give such meaningless tenderness now?

Osamu Dazai leaned against the wall, retracted his legs, put his hands around his legs lightly, rested his chin on his knees, and endured himself. When facing Tsushima Hiiragi, he always wanted to make trouble out of no reason, wanted to Be yelling to get her attention.

Why... don't you look at me?

The call lasted three? hours.

You don't need to look at the watch, just by your own heartbeat and breathing, you can count it.

It was obviously a phone call with Tsushima Hiiragi, but he was distracted and counted the time, counting seconds by seconds.

Watching the ray of sunlight outside the window gradually fade away, it turned into white light, which fell coldly into the room.

Forget it, what is this?Will the stalemate continue like this until one of the mobile phones runs out of power?

He thought it was time to hang up the phone, but he didn't move for a long time.

Then, Osamu Dazai was attacked by Ms. Mikoto.

Why is such an old cat better than him? !

Ms. Meizhizhizi ran towards him as fast as a gust of wind, Dazai Osamu was caught off guard, and it jumped onto the table and flew towards his face.

His sight was blocked, and he couldn't let go of the phone.

Osamu Dazai's head hit the pillow, his eyes were wide open, and his face felt fleshy and soft to the touch.

He was overwhelmed by the beauty.

Almost... I can't breathe, it's so heavy!

He struggled with his hands and feet, no matter what, he was suffocated by the cat, this kind of death, even he couldn't accept it!

Miyazaki knew that Koko thought that Dazai was playing with him, and happily ran around on Dazai's body.

After a while, Osamu Dazai said to pull off the cat that was stuck to his body like super glue. Mei Zhizi licked his paws, as if he didn't think he was wrong at all.

Dazai Osamu didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief, and heard Tsushima Hiiragi's soft laughter from the phone on the other side.

That was the first time he heard Tsushima Hiiragi's voice again after two years.

Low, from the throat? You can almost feel the vibration of the vocal cords, a real laughter.

So close, almost licking at his ear.

Osamu Dazai grabbed the phone and hung up with a snap.

Subconsciously, he twitched the fingers holding the phone a few times, and stared at the phone screen with a blank expression.

"Two hours and forty? Five minutes and ten? Seven seconds"

It was much slower than the three hours he had counted. Would he make such a low-level mistake?

Osamu Dazai pressed the hot mobile phone to his chest, lay on his back on the futon, and tightly closed his eyes.

He is able to control the beat of his heartbeat, but the time he calculated based on his heartbeat is far faster than the real time. What does this mean?

The things he dared not admit, the results he carefully wanted to confirm.

The body doesn't lie, does it?

He took off his coat, unbuttoned his shirt one by one, pressed his hand on his chest, and turned on the stopwatch timer on his phone with one hand.

The heart was beating violently not to be outdone.

Dazai smiled.

Ah, it really is. He finally understood what he wanted.

Once the target is determined, the flustered mood seems to be comforted immediately.

Osamu Dazai neatly folded the shirt and trousers he had taken off and placed them next to the pillow, and changed into pajamas.

He patiently adjusted the corners of the quilt and lay down under the quilt.

The mobile phone next to him lit up again. He looked at the familiar caller ID and did not move.

Mei Zhizi flicked its tail and walked slowly to Dazai Osamu's pillow. He couldn't help stretching out his hand, and in response to Mei Zhizhi's sudden stiff reaction, he pinched the tip of its tail.

Seeing it explode from tail to head, Osamu Dazai laughed.

Then?, without any surprise, he was punched hard by Maomao, and then the cat jumped on his chest and stomped on him.

His uncontrollable laughter was trampled intermittently by it.

The phone screen was on and off, but he didn't look at it.

Don't want to be thrown away again.

So? This time, he will use all his scheming and careful planning step by step.

He reached out his hand to the armpit of Mei Zhizi, lifted her up, and met the cat's eyes.

His expression was clearly reflected in the cat's round pupils.

Osamu Dazai put down his hands, thinking about something in a daze, the beauty fell lightly on his chest, and the soft pads pressed his cheeks tentatively.

Osamu Dazai turned his head, obsidian-like pupils might be exposed in the middle of the messy black hair, which was emitting a strange light at the moment, shining in his eyes bit by bit.

Miuchiko licked his cheek, Dazai Osamu stretched out his hand and hugged Miuchiko to his chest, the cat's body was warm and pressed heavily on his heart.

Instead, it gave him a sense of security.

The cat's tongue was barbed, and the place where it was licked felt a slight pain, like the itchy pain and numbness when he touched the blade with his hands.

The cell phone beside him finally went dark, Osamu Dazai put the cell phone under the pillow, and closed his eyes comfortably.

Isn't he going to put all his feelings in front of Tsushima Hiiragi, for her turning? leaving? crying child.

Pretentious performance of emotions, full of loopholes? Deliberate performance.

Blame it on you? You, Miss Tsushima, Osamu Dazai smiled and nodded his lips. I know your weakness too well.

It just lacks a little bit of practical experience.

This time, he will use his best worrying technique, deduce and calculate, spare no effort to entangle, and never let go.

The emptiness of feelings? Don’t worry about these things for now.

He just wanted, wanted so much to hold her in his hands.

Already, not used to being alone

Don't want to be alone anymore.

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A busy tone came from the other end of the phone. After half a minute, it finally hung up automatically.

Tsushima Hiiragi looked at the phone, only [-]% of the battery was left, it was a dangerous red color, and it was a margin that made people nervous subconsciously.

don't pick up...

Dazai Osamu's awkward temper is really strange. He obviously called her for two hours, but he didn't answer her?

Tsushima Hiiragi was almost amused by his childish behavior.

Is he a tantrum kid?

But Qimei who can steal cat food? You know, he can't even wrap a bandage well.

When Tsushima Hiiragi recalled the past, he couldn't help laughing.

She patted her numb legs after sitting for a long time, and stood up.

The beige hem fluttered in the wind, like a sail about to set sail.

The phone flickered, and finally went dark and turned off automatically. She glanced at it, and casually put the phone back into her pocket.

Then, she turned around, smiling and looking behind her.

"You've been with me for a long time, what's the matter?"

"Akutagawa-kun?"

The boy who was called out by her name and slowly walked out of the night, with a thin figure, put his hands in his pockets, and walked step by step up to the rock where Tsushima Hiiragi was standing.

Black rocks, black clothes, black hair, black eyes.

Those eyes without any emotion were staring deeply at her at the moment.

"What's the matter? You came to me specially, and you stood there for more than two hours, right?"

Tsushima Hiiragi smiled slightly, the curve blooming at the corner of her mouth was as gorgeous as a red rose in her arms.She gently tucked her black hair behind her ears?

She looked intently into Akutagawa Ryunosuke's eyes, and asked softly together,

"Okay, what's the matter? If it's you, I'll know it? Nothing? Don't say anything."

"Standing in the cold wind like this, your body can't bear it, so take good care of your body."

As if in response to her words, Akutagawa Ryunosuke coughed uncontrollably and covered his mouth with his hands.

Tsushima Hiiragi showed his face. Look, I knew it was such an expression. He nodded his chin helplessly, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and handed it to Ryunosuke Akutagawa.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke's face was flushed, was it caused by a severe cough? Feeling Tsushima Hiiragi's loving eyes, he raised his head viciously,

Without saying a word, he stared fiercely at Tsushima Hiiragi with his dark eyes.

"Luo Sheng? Gate!"

The black beast swayed in the night wind, suddenly covering most of the sky.

The author has something to say: Zai: I want to be careful, so I won’t answer the phone, and I’ll be cold to her first

Tsushima: Oh, it's Akutagawa!

slaughter:? ? ? ?

Zai·20 years old·Don't talk about feelings·Tsundere Xiaogongju (has been blackened)

·感谢在2020-10-2308:56:51~2020-10-2409:24:25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 grenade: 1 Yuli Jun;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 30 bottles of pomelo;

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