In Shimokutagawa, the name is...

The river spewed water high up, separating rainbow-like colors in the brilliance of the setting sun.However, Atsushi Nakajima didn't have the mood to watch this fleeting rainbow at all. He didn't have enough time to think about what to do. He jumped up and followed the black shadow into the river.

He fell into? A piece of lake green, watching? That dark shadow descending? Falling.Bubbles continuously overflowed from Atsushi Nakajima's mouth, and slowly floated upward into the light? It seemed that the light of a rainbow flashed before his eyes in a trance.

Atsushi Nakajima tried his best to swim down, but the instinct of survival was clamoring in his body to make him dive.His eyes felt the pressure of the water, became sour and swollen, and he closed? Shut his eyes and opened them again.Time seems to be slowing down infinitely, slowing down, and he seems to be able to see the black clothes corners swaying slowly in the water, frame by frame in his eyes like kelp.

Is he saving Akutagawa now... Atsushi Nakajima's outstretched fingers stopped suddenly.The complicated emotions were tangled in his heart into an inextricable ball of yarn, and suddenly flashed? Many? Many? Fragments.There is a white whale covering the sky, there is Kyoka smiling while eating crepes, Mr. Kunikida is still coming while complaining? Driving? The speedboat rescues him... But in the end, the only thing left in front of us is that An indifferent and lonely shadow.

The figure of the young man gradually became clear, but his face became blurred. The sun became thinner and thinner as he went down. In the end, all that was left was a dull silence, a loneliness more terrifying than death.Atsushi Nakajima resisted this kind of loneliness very much. He tried to open his eyes wide, and watched the young man with his eyes closed as if he was asleep, falling down like seaweed, and the young man's lips that were light but extremely dazzling. smile.

He seemed to be delighted with such a quiet home, so that Atsushi Nakajima almost touched him with his fingers every time? But? For some reason, the corner of the clothes seemed to be a flexible fish from between his fingers. slip.He began to feel afraid, but he didn't know what kind of mood this fear came from. He was sure that he hated Akutagawa, but he didn't reach the point of extreme hatred, and even had a little A little bit of imperceptible pity, standing under the light? Looking at the dark pity in the corner.

So much so that when he finally realized that Akutagawa might die under his watch, he finally started to be afraid.

He wants to save him!Atsushi Nakajima repeated in his heart as if muttering to himself, he must save him!

He reached out and grabbed? That swaying black.

-The drizzle of rain hit the dark brown tiles, dripping down along the curvature of the curved surface, and he himself sat in the house, leaning against the cold glass, watching the rolling dark clouds.

He was holding a pen in his hand, on the desk was a piece of paper on which half a sentence had been written, and under the desk were piled up messy balls of waste paper.

The young man breathed out, and it fell on the glass in an instant, and a hazy fog appeared. He pressed his face to it, and stared through the hazy fog with his eyes. The gray clouds, the gray streets, the gray birds, and then The gray lightning tore through the sky, and at that moment he saw his gray self through the blurred eyes on the glass.

"The devil is dancing in the world?..." The remaining ink from the pen tip dripped onto the white paper, blurring a small circle, and the young man's gaze lowered? The glaring ink was reflected in his eyes.In the next second, he grabbed the paper almost reflexively, as if a rough warrior crumpled the paper into a paper ball that could not see the contents inside.

He fell into a bottleneck, which made his mood fall into a kind of unreasonable depression. This kind of depression is not fatal, because when he thinks of death, he will not be hysterical, but a kind of coldness that is almost silent.He always uncontrollably sees the appearance of hell from people's pupils, especially when people laugh, those mixed monsters with strange colors grin in their eyes .He thought again of that pale medical record, and the verdict that the doctor personally handed down to him.

He began to write poetry, which was not so much poetry as scribbled gibberish.He knew very well that he was going to die, and now the only doubt left was why he hadn't died yet.

Everyone said he was crazy? Just like a philosopher he once knew by accident said, those who can't hear the music think those who dance are crazy?Occasionally, he would try to blend into the group because of the animal instinct in his heart, but the sarcasm that followed quickly interrupted his thoughts.

But he is not willing to let himself submit to the world, bad acting is just his excuse, he knows that it makes himself look more crazy, there is no other benefit, but even if he is really crazy, but turn him into a crazy Isn't it just the people of the world?As long as he keeps looking at? The monsters in people's eyes, or the future? There are people like him who can see those monsters, then the lunatic?

Thinking of this, a thunderous sadness seemed to hit him directly.

He is moody, and his nerves are as fragile as slender spider silk. One second, he may be gently stroking a flower blooming on the grass, and the next second, he is heartbroken because of the tiny black ants on the petals. I hate it, I wish I could crush it into a pool of crimson with the soles of my shoes, maybe it's not so disgusting.He is pursuing a kind of ultimate and perfect beauty, but that kind of beauty absolutely does not exist in reality. It is precisely because he knows this that he feels that he is a hopeless lunatic.

So he began to give up the treatment, and he put those medicines in the drawer, just to use them as the last supper when he wanted to stay awake one day.

The sound of the rain began to grow louder, and the distorted water droplets drew mottled lines on the glass, and his vision also began to distort like the world in the water droplets.The young man closed his eyes, his throat felt a little itchy, and his fingers subconsciously fumbled for the cigarettes in his pocket, only to find a piece of air.

The young man was a little shocked. He clearly remembered that he should have bought some cigarettes, but both his pocket and the drawer were empty.He sighed, like he did thousands of times in the past, he bent one leg, picked up the tea in hand and poured it down his throat, in order to suppress the deep-rooted addiction in his body.

The pen in his hand hovered over the white paper, half a minute passed, but he couldn't even write a single word.The young man shook his head and simply put down the pen. After all, he knew that when he lacked inspiration, even if he exhausted his whole body like squeezing a sponge, he still couldn't squeeze out any ink.However, he has to admit that his purpose of writing poems is not pure enough, and there is nothing he can do about it. After all, he is only a third-rate poet.

His eyes returned to the glass, wondering if it was his illusion, there seemed to be a piece of blue flickering in the far distance?He narrowed his eyes, and the jumping azure began to slowly enlarge in his eyes, like a sky-blue curtain.

That is the sea, the vast sea.The young man was a little dazed. In his memory, it seemed that the sea was so familiar that when he saw it, those bad emotions seemed to disappear in an instant, so that he couldn't help but want to raise the corners of his mouth.

Rushing, like the sound of something brushing against the paper and eating away at the mulberry leaves, the young man turned his head almost reflexively, and saw the white-haired young man who appeared behind him?

The opponent held a paintbrush in his hand, his purple-gold pupils turned around, and an endless deep blue poured out of his palm.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-05-0820:46:02~2021-05-1121:41:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~感谢投出地雷的小天使：我吃幸运了（笑）2个；风剪西窗烛1个；感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：夕雾3瓶；非常感谢大家对我的支持，我会继续努力的！