I am a writer in the world of sorcery

Shuji Tsushima stared at the sea for a while, and suddenly became curious about this guy who claimed to be his teacher. He didn't say anything, but sized him up with round cat eyes for a while, and suddenly acted like a spoiled child. The tone said: "Fishing goldfish."

Of course he knew how unreasonable his request was.

[When my father came back from Tokyo, he bought many gifts for his family and relatives. ]

Shuji Tsushima is well versed in how to ask for gifts. The best choice is something that his father needs to work hard to buy—the gift giver can feel satisfied. He has a good grasp of this degree and never Make a request that really embarrasses the other person.

At this moment, it seems that he is out of touch.

But the toddler still waited with great interest for the man's response.

"Okay." Gojo Satoru nodded casually: "It's very easy—the infinite space."

The field unfolds.

Shuji Tsushima's body froze suddenly.

He didn't know why he felt such a sense of crisis at this moment, and his spirit tensed up to the extreme in an instant, like a small animal in a state of stress.

Although the solar and lunar eclipses make people smaller, Dazai Osamu's life experience of more than ten years still remains in his head. When he sees familiar things, he will have a vague impression. In his subconscious, there is still a little bit of falling into the infinite. The experience of empty spaces—that was not a good experience at all.

"Huh?" The white-haired conjurer noticed the strangeness of the child, put down his hands, changed into an embracing position again, and patted the other's back twice, uncertainly: "I didn't scare you, did I?"

"Maybe the visual effect is a bit exaggerated?" Gojo Satoru said troubledly: "This is my domain, you treat it as a sightseeing hamster ball—the kind that floats on the pool in an amusement park."

Sightseeing hamster ball.

Shuji Tsushima didn't think much of it, but those curse masters and curse spirits who died in the Boundless Space, or the antiques of the Gojo family, if they knew that the Boundless Space still had such a use, they would probably be so angry that their noses would be crooked.

Boundless space is undoubtedly one of the scariest spells in the magic world.

Enemies who are drawn into the infinite space will be instilled with a huge amount of information, and the flow of time becomes surprisingly slow, but they can't move their bodies. They can only wait for death under the double torture of spirit and body.

Gojo Goka entered Shuji Tsushima's arm and put him down. With a thought, the starry sky-like field suddenly became blank, and then slowly turned transparent.

The toddler opened his eyes wide, stepped tentatively in the void, and took a few steps forward.

He is in the sea.

The school of fish swam past the top of the head, and a few of them accidentally hit the transparent barrier, and were bounced away by the infinite space. When they raised their heads, the moonlight streamed in along the sea surface, and the white-haired magician controlled the domain and sank again. Some.

Soft seaweed, colorful pebbles, Shuji Tsushima paused, stretched out his hand at the edge of the field, his fingers touched the cold sea water, and he quickly retracted.

"This is the interior with no lower limit." Wujo Satoru explained: "I can adjust the time perception inside. For example, now, you will feel that everything outside has slowed down."

The school of fish suddenly stopped swimming.

As if observing the world from a higher dimension, Shuji Tsushima quietly stared at the gorgeous fish tail swinging in slow motion. The seaweed stopped shaking, and the sea water became a gentle breath. The colored pupils are covered with a layer of bright color.

—They went to many places.

The private sea area with beautiful late cherry blossoms, the harbor that handles huge cruise ships, from Setouchi to Tokyo Bay, and then to the serious sea, coral reefs can already be seen on the bottom of the sea, and it is the season for whales to live. The rising water column was refracted by the moonlight to form a vague rainbow.

Shuji Tsushima yawned.

A child's energy is limited, let alone spend such a high-intensity day. He rested on the man's shoulder and closed his eyes for a while. When he regained consciousness, he found that he had slept peacefully in the bed with white hair. The conjurer lay beside him with his eyes closed, his snow-white eyelashes cast two shadows on the skin under his eyes, like the butterfly with snow-white wings he had seen in the garden.

He touched it lightly with his fingers, but in the next second his body was forcibly encircled by the opponent's arm, and he moved towards him again.

"……Stop it."

On the second day, Gojo Satoru was still awake, and he thought about the beginning of the whole day's itinerary, but the air was full of rotten alcohol smell, as if soaked in the wind and moon field all night, he carefully distinguished for a while .

- Cigarettes, alcohol, perfumes, cosmetics.

He opened his eyes and sat up.

The toddler beside him had long since disappeared, affected by his actions, the man frowned and narrowed his eyes: "Mr. Wutiao?"

He yawned lazily, sat up and smiled, "Morning."

Gojo Satoru: "How old are you now?"

This is not the Osamu Dazai he is familiar with, he seems to be a year or two older, the black overcoat that doesn't fit him all the time, now his shoulders have been lifted up a bit - this overcoat will soon fit, half His face was still wrapped in bandages, and his arms were also wrapped in bandages. Apart from getting older, he didn't change much from the Dazai he knew.

He is thinner.

Osamu Dazai was already thin, but now he is even thinner like a light crane. After the round curves on his face disappeared in his youth, his face is even more beautiful. His kite eyes are still emotionless, but there is a layer of falseness. Smiles covered the surface like lychee shells.

His mind was hidden even deeper, even the all-seeing six eyes could only see the exposed part of the iceberg above the sea, and the huge monster under the sea had become an undetectable hidden place.

Osamu Dazai has always given people a feeling of lightness, but at this age he has a more erratic feeling, and at the same time, he has a sense of madness that stops in mid-air when he moves his hands and feet. People are getting worse.

"Forgot." Osamu Dazai said with a smile: "Too many people were invited on my birthday, and I don't remember how many glasses I drank. Ah, those wines were really good. There was a little man who didn't realize that the wine was a drink until the end. From his wine cellar."

Gojo Satoru rarely knew how to speak. The other party looked at him for a while, then suddenly raised his hand to cover his eyes, and a few more laughs escaped from his lips and teeth. Zhi's arm suddenly felt heavy on his leg, and in the next second, the soft and warm breath had spread to the crest of his neck, all the way up.

Gojo Satoru: "...?!"

The clever head that was running the infinite art all the time went down on the spot.

The white-haired conjurer darted to the foot of the bed extremely swiftly, his back against the wall, his white eyelashes trembling, matching his wide-open blue eyes, he looked like a beautiful long-haired cat whose tail was pulled, And Dazai Osamu was stunned for a moment, showing a blank expression: "Teacher Wujo?"

silence.

Gojo Satoru was silent for a long time, and opened his mouth with difficulty, his tone full of disbelief: "We, in the future—is this kind of relationship?"

"Yes." Dazai replied firmly.

Of course not, anyone who is next to him at this time will be taken to bed by him. Since the cadres of Port Afia stayed in the carnival field all day and night, and the gravity user completely abandoned his partner, Dazai always around him Flowers and butterflies hover every moment.

The scenery is arbitrary and there are no taboos.

Sex and booze, lies and cigarettes, suspenders and skirts.

He doesn't care about these things, anyway, he can drink very well, no matter how much he drinks, he can't get drunk. At this time, there are not many people who don't have long eyes to disturb him. Mori Ogai also tacitly agreed to reach a consensus with him, and he is also happy. .

Gojo Satoru couldn't tell for a while whether what Dazai Osamu said was true or false, half-truth, half-truth. When he was struggling, Dazai Osamu had already grabbed his tie, squinted his eyes and smiled at him.

"It's the first thing in the morning when I wake up," he said.

This is the truth.

Wujo Wutiao suddenly had a broken nerve in his head, and he posted a little bit on the wall, pointing out the loopholes in the opponent's body: "Is it just for fun that I spray perfume with you at night? And I never drink alcohol."

Dazai blinked innocently: "I can't help it either."

He straddled the white-haired man's lap: "I also have a necessary entertainment, a recent gathering..."

What are you talking about, Wutiao Wuxiang.

He didn't think of a minor for a long time—I don't know if he is an adult now, what is the need to turn himself into such a social entertainment, no, what does this have to do with him, the white-haired conjurer frowned, interrupted The other party didn't know what to say: "What are you doing now?"

"Write a book." Osamu Dazai glanced out the window and smiled sideways: "I planned to write a book, but I haven't written it yet."

"Why didn't you start writing?" Wujo Satoru said, "Isn't there a fixed deadline for the editor?"

"Hmm." Osamu Dazai's expression had grown a little impatient. He hid it well, but Gojo Satoru still noticed something, but his train of thought was interrupted very quickly. Osamu Dazai moved closer, finger He hooked the blindfold hanging around his neck, and lifted it up lightly.

Gojo Satoru's blindfold is completely opaque, and he can't see anything after wearing it. This can effectively reduce the burden on the six eyes. He usually relies on the flow of mantra on objects to judge the surrounding environment.

But Dazai Osamu is a completely zero magic power existence.

To him, he is elusive and impossible to start with.

Gojo Satoru didn't like this kind of taste, but his attitude towards his students was indeed very good, he just pinched the corner of the blindfold helplessly, but Dazai Osamu seemed determined not to see his eyes, his chin rested on the man's shoulder, and the other One hand tugged at the white hair and blindfold.

"Lazy, lazy." Osamu Dazai said indifferently: "The more you want to do something, the less motivated you are. Writing is like this. I often have no way to start, and I can't pick a scarf I like, but I really can't put it off any longer—— Teacher Wutiao!"

Because of his suddenly raised voice, Gojo Satoru immediately forgot all the words he had organized in his mind.

"You're right." Osamu Dazai was laughing again, his voice was sticky and indistinct, as if he had a candy in his mouth: "We can't delay any longer."

Gojo Satoru's expression also unknowingly became stiff. He straightened his upper body slowly, unquestionably pulled off the blindfold to expose his eyes, and then grabbed Dazai Osamu by the collar and pulled him back forcibly. It was already daylight, Dazai Half of Zhi's face was blurred in the light and shadow, but now that he changed his posture, he was completely hidden in the shadow.

"Ah, I lied to you." Osamu Dazai rolled his eyes as if he had succeeded in a prank.

Gojo Satoru didn't say a word.

There was something he never mentioned to Osamu Dazai.

Once the person laughed and said "I lied to you".

—Then what he said was basically the truth.