I am a writer in the world of sorcery

"This is going to be difficult." Wujo Satoru said, taking out his phone and adjusting it to photo mode.

[Three years old?five years old? ...can't be any older than five years old. ]

Click.

"I'm very sorry!" Natsume Takashi said in a panic, "I will find the eclipse and ask him to restore Mr. Kosuge to his original state..."

"It's okay, it's okay." Gojo Satoru looked at the photo of the young child with satisfaction, and waved his hand casually: "Zhi's ability is quite special, and this effect can only show the result of time disorder when it is applied to him. He looks like this It won’t last for a few days, and the blessings of the eclipse will soon dissipate.”

As he spoke, he showed an interested smile: "Maybe tomorrow I can see Zhi with gray hair and wrinkled face."

"Just leave it to me."

Natsume Takashi replied in a trance, and was sent out by Gojo Satoru on the shoulders. When the white-haired man returned to the room, he found Osamu Dazai staring at him without blinking. The posture, the whole body is covered with unfit clothes, and the shirt that was originally suitable can directly cover his calves.

There was an expression on the child's face that did not match his age, fair and delicate skin, no emotion in the iris-colored pupils, not even the panic of suddenly being in a different place, just staring at him ecstatically, with no emotion in his eyes. Contains any meaning.

Just like looking at the stones on the side of the road or the table in the room, look at him calmly.

empty.

Gojo Wujo paused, and was just about to speak.

"Are you a monster?" Shuji Tsushima asked, "Are there Shirako among monsters?"

Gojo Satoru's eyes widened slightly, a little funny, he pointed to himself: "Do I look like a monster?"

Much like it, Shuji Tsushima thought.

The blue eyes that extend like the sky are filled with starlight and the blue sea, and the flying pale hair is as clean as snow, and the appearance is impeccable. White is a color that can easily transcend the world. At first glance, I thought it was a ghost The characters in the book tore off the paper and got out.

——and he was full of human smoke and fire, unlike the ugly people at home who deliberately held up, the man showed ease in every move, and his emotions were vivid and real that he had never felt before.

For no reason, he thought of the whispers of the servants at home.

[...Master Tsushima obviously inherited his wife's appearance, but when I saw him, I always felt chills and wished I could stay away. ]

[Ah, let's stay away from him. ]

On the contrary, this monster is more human-like than him.

"Teacher." Gojo Satoru squatted down, bowed his back a little more, so that his eyes could be at the same level as that of the young child, and his voice was calm and gentle: "I am your teacher."

He was still a little angry at first, but no matter how much anger he had when facing such a child, his anger was completely dissipated. Osamu Dazai's indifferent gaze always reminded him of his childhood - the dead old house, and the children in monster-like costumes. Elders, servants who exist as decorations.

Osamu Dazai's eyes at this moment did not have the deep weariness of the future, and he would not deliberately bend his eyes and laugh mockingly.

After listening to Gojo Satoru's explanation of the current situation, Shuji Tsushima turned his face in confusion, and blinked his childish round eyes.

[monster. ]

Gojo Satoru easily saw through the other party's inner thoughts, and immediately meowed in displeasure: "Teacher, I don't think you are a monster. To make an accurate analogy, Ji is the Alice who stepped into the rabbit hole."

"...Alice?"

Gojo Satoru raised his index finger and shook it: "Yeah, do you want to wear a skirt? It's not like I can't play Puss in Boots, and the Queen of Hearts is also fine."

"What is Alice?" Shuji Tsushima asked, even at his age, he would still be attracted by concepts he had never heard of.

"Alice is just..." The smile on Gojo Satoru's face suddenly faded a little: "What do you usually do in your free time?"

The white-haired magician had a vague premonition, and the pupil of the sky cooled down little by little.

The people from the Wutiao family once wanted him to be a symbol. It would be better to hide somewhere like Tianyuan, but they were reluctant to part with the ability of Liuyan. Finally, they discussed a set of disgusting educational guidelines. He didn't get along with his peers before, and all the new gadgets were passed to him after several hands.

And most of the Chinese people who are so rotten that they should be burned all have the same accent——

"Read a book."

as predicted.

Gojo Satoru held on to his last hope: "Fairy tale book? Snow White? Cinderella? You can't use things like straw pillows as children's bedtime readings, right?"

"It's the time of the Snow Moon Flower." Shuji Tsushima said, "Mr. Kiyosho Nagon's description is really elegant... oh!"

Shuji Tsushima was so shocked that he held his breath for a moment, but the sweetness on the tip of his tongue proved that he had no illusions. The guy who claimed to be his teacher did stuff a piece of candy into his mouth.

Gojo Satoru withdrew his hand with a smile, watched the child in front of him hide his astonishment for a moment, but said nonchalantly: "This is your favorite thing in the future, how about it, sweets are really the best, right? "

Tsushima Shuji replied very smoothly: "Yes, it is really great."

He described the taste of the candy unequivocally and vividly, and expressed his gratitude gracefully. For such a cute-looking child, no matter who is appreciated in this way, he will feel complacent.

But the smile in Gojo Wu's eyes completely disappeared, he pushed up his sunglasses, and raised the corners of his lips: "Ah, it's good if you like it, speaking of which, we haven't officially known each other——Zhijun, I'm Gojo Enlightenment."

"Shuji Tsushima."

"... Shuji Tsushima." Gojo Satoru slowly repeated the name between his lips and teeth, his voice gradually softened, but his tone was rare and serious.

"Even if it's just for one day," he said.

[Stop acting on me. ]

But he still changed his rhetoric, squinting his eyes vaguely and smiling: "Does Xiu Zhi have any wishes?"

Shuji Tsushima gave the most standard answer as a lovable child: "Have a rest on vacation, go to the countryside to relax or play in the water, if you are lucky, if you can meet a festival, then you can catch goldfish."

Wujo Wujo nodded seriously: "I see, this is Xiuzhi's wish."

[He said that he wanted to take a vacation, but it would be better to say that he noticed that I wanted him to take a vacation, and he treated it to explain that it doesn't matter what he does, he has no interest, no pursuit, and nothing. ]

[There is nothing in this world that can make him happy. ]

[Children of this age can already perceive the thoughts of others and respond accordingly. ]

"So--"

"Hmm!" Shuji Tsushima grabbed the white-haired man's neck subconsciously, just now he was hugged without saying hello, and then sat on the man's arm, the other party smiled softly: "Just stay away from here. .”

Tokyo, an underground game hall.

Shuji Tsushima tentatively held the game controller, a slender and powerful hand was covering his hand, and he did the game instruction in a strict manner: "Punch, jump, and then this is the left and right buttons."

The light was dim, the floor was an old color that could not be wiped clean, and in front of them was an old-fashioned red game console. Gojo Satoru remembered that Osamu Dazai never liked the latest things. The handheld game console he often played was still The style is more than ten years ago, and the development period of the racing game inside is even earlier than that of the game console.

"I remember you were playing this one... that's right."

Just after Gojo Satoru went to the front desk to exchange coins, Shuji Tsushima had already mastered this difficult game. For the first time, a focused look appeared on the child's face, and he easily broke the record. The coins were only enough to play for a short while, so Gojo Satoru stuffed a few more coins into the coin slot after reckoning that the time would be about the same.

A few minutes later, Shuji Tsushima stopped without warning, allowing the cars on the track to slam into the roadblock and then fall off the cliff.

"The future me likes this kind of thing?"

"I guess I don't like it."

"I think so too..."

Gojo Satoru interrupted him: "But I guess it's the first time you came here. When I was 15 years old, my friend invited me to play games here. It was also the first time. Although it's stupid, it's not annoying—— Do you hate it here?"

Shuji Tsushima lowered his eyes thoughtfully.

There are drinks and mineral water bought by Gojo Satoru on the shelf. He used to reach for the mineral water, but he changed his mind midway and grabbed the can with the blue metal shell.

Wujo Wutiao's eyebrows trembled, and he wanted to say something, but he closed his mouth again.

Shuji Tsushima seldom touches this kind of thing at first glance, maybe this is the first time he touches soda cans, he concentrates on picking the metal plate on the mouth of the can, and keeps using force and force with his soft fingers——

There was a sound of air leaking.

Gas-filled soda spewed out of the small hole in an instant, dousing his hand, and the stirred-up drink even wet the collar of his jacket. The child seemed to be frightened, and he couldn't hold the metal can firmly, and his wrist tilted a little.

Shuji Tsushima turned his head blankly.

Gojo Satoru shrugged his shoulders: "Pfft, hahahaha——"

He was so idle and bored, this soda can was thrown and caught by him, and he threw it dozens of times. He should have reminded him, but he was really curious about Dazai Osamu's reaction——

Shuji Tsushima took a sip of the remaining soda with a blank expression.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Gojo Gojo smiled enough, and straightened up: "I'll take you to buy some clothes first."

……

Shuji Tsushima tugged at the cat-head T-shirt on his body, sweating all over his body, his pockets and trousers pockets were bulging, while Gojo Satoru was busy arranging his suit and tie.

There are colorful neon lights hanging in the alley, and two shadows, one long and one short, overlap and hit the wall. Not long ago, he followed Gojo Satoru out of the casino, and the two of them looked at each other, with a strange flash across their faces. look.

"Zhi used to say that he was not good at calculations and numbers." Gojo Satoru dragged his voice: "I didn't miss even one time today."

"Teacher Wujo." Shuji Tsushima spoke slowly, and the previous scene flashed in his mind: "You are very courageous to bet on me."

Gojo Satoru laughed outright, "Let's go, the money owed to others hasn't been paid yet."

He was picking out clothes for Dazai before, and suddenly glanced at the suit shop beside him, and remembered Dazai's credit operation before, so he tried it once on a whim. After realizing it, I made a reasonable brain supplement for myself.

And he didn't want to call Yidizhi to pay for a while, so he simply made a living by himself——

It is quite expensive to take children out to play.

Gambling is not a heartbeat to him at all. Six eyes are all-seeing, and he can bet right even with a blindfold. Except for the lack of the necessary principal, there is no obstacle.

But even Gojo Satoru couldn't do such a thing as wearing a high school tracksuit and taking a child to the casino.

It doesn't matter if you put on a suit.

The decoration of the casino looks like a lot of effort has been put into it. It is full of red-eyed gamblers. He went in with Osamu Dazai in his arms, and directly put the child on the gaming table: "That's him."

Shuji Tsushima narrowed his eyes, and pointed to the dealer's shirt and watch on Gojo Satoru.

Their opponents were so happy that they couldn't close their mouths. Half the people in the gambling house came to see this strange combination. At first, the atmosphere was extremely hot, and as the rounds passed, the surrounding gradually became silent.

The white-haired man was blindfolded, but every time he made a blind bet, he got it all right, and that kid was also very evil. The chips in front of the two of them piled up higher and higher, until the person in charge behind the scenes asked them to enter with a smile. Go - they suspect the two of cheating.

Gojo Satoru naturally quit.

In front of his students, being touched by a group of men made him suffocate thinking about it. This man has always been lawless in his life. After a few words, the person in charge of the casino had his nose twisted. throw it out.

boom!

Those security guards were thrown back by him, Shuji Tsushima sighed indescribably, his body lightened again, the white-haired conjurer hugged him easily, and tattoos holding sticks kept rushing out of the stairwell Big guy, he doesn't fight back, he just hides, as wicked as a mouse.

In the end Shuji Tsushima couldn't bear it anymore and seized the opportunity to throw the kettle on the table.

The man's eyes lit up: "Does Xiu Zhi want to try?"

Shuji Tsushima responded with practical actions, leaning forward to reach for the clean wine bottle on the cabinet. Gojo Satoru was more interested, and every time he dodged behind the enemy, and then Shuji Tsushima was like whack-a-mole, "Boom!" "Knock on the opponent's head, the child has little strength, at most it will make people dizzy for a while.

After he knocked it over, the two of them took the chips and cashed in cash.

That's why Shuji Tsushima was sweating all over.

"...playing with water."

Gojo Satoru glanced at the sky: "Today is sunny, and the time is late enough. I have a suitable place."

He wrapped one arm around the child's waist, and let the forearm get stuck under the bend of the other's leg, and the other arm went around Shuji Tsushima's shoulder, and then looped it around again, slightly bending two fingers.

Shuji Tsushima calmed down and said, "If it's an amusement park with a lot of people, I don't want to..."

"……go."

A round of bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the bright moonlight illuminates the night as clear as day, sparkling, and rolls hit the beach one by one, the sky is full of stars, and there is no one around.

And they actually stayed in mid-air at this moment.

Shuji Tsushima trembled all over, and turned his head in disbelief: "Where is this? How do you—"

[How did you do it? ]

[Is it really a monster? ]

"It's an inner sea, I can't remember." Gojo Satoru smiled at him suddenly, his blue eyes were incredibly beautiful: "You can do whatever you want, and you don't have to think about anything."

Tsushima Shuji couldn't think of anything for a while, Gojo Satoru didn't urge him, his knees slightly bent, he fell down with the child in his arms, and lazily stepped on the sea.

Several colorful fish jumped out of the sea, with a flash of silver light, and the water splashed a perfect parabola in the air.

Shuji Tsushima lay on Gojo Satoru's arms, his eyes fell into the sea water along the tail of the fish.

Although he was born in Aomori Prefecture, which is close to the sea, he is not healthy enough. The servants at home are determined not to take him out. When the family goes out on holidays, they will deliberately keep him at home. Even if Shuji Tsushima has the wisdom of ghosts and gods, but His channels of communication with the outside world are still boring and thin.

The man glanced at him, then turned his head lazily: "If you want to go out in the future, just sneak out. If someone says more."

Although he knew that the child in front of him was just a phantom of the past, he had no way of knowing what the real Dazai Osamu was like in his childhood.

"Let them fuck."