In Shimokutagawa, the name is...

That? Is? An extremely vast sea, a solitary cliff stands alone in the lower left corner of the picture.Among the cracks in the rocks stands a mahogany tree that looks extremely slender, as if it could fall down with a gust of wind.But if you look closely, you will find black roots interlaced between the stones.

The sea is rushing, and the waves wash against the sofa by the sea, making joyful laughter.Akutagawa's gaze was like a magnet attracted by a magnet, tightly adhering to that piece of sea and unable to escape.At this moment, he deeply felt the feeling of Icarus trying to fly to the light even if he was melted by the sun.His eye sockets gradually became moist, as if a small stone fell into the lake of tears in his eyes, splashing crystal clear ripples.

His eyes moved along the canvas to the face of the white-haired young man, watching the other party smiling? The corners of his lips curled up unconsciously.

"Atsushi." "Ryunosuke."

The two opened their mouths together, and then subconsciously closed their mouths because of the unanimous agreement. After half a minute of silence, they pursed their lips and smiled in unison.

"You really are? A first-class painter." Akutagawa said, and was sincerely delighted by this.

"Don't say that, how can there be a first-class painter who is blind." The white-haired young man sighed, his jewel-like purple-gold eyes were facing the direction of Akutagawa, but the pupils were not focused, "You are? A first-rate poet."

Akutagawa shook his head, and when he shook his head, the tears on the edge of his eyes dripped little by little, and fell on the ground, dragging a small piece of water: "I'm already crazy, how can a madman be a poet? The misty delusion drove me Surrounded by everyone, everyone around me, those monsters are laughing hideously at me, and I know they are? Expecting me to truly become a madman who has lost himself. I try my best to resist , but found that the world itself is? Fallacy, in this case, there is no difference in essence between my resistance and non-resistance.”

"I want to get rid of delusion, but it turns out that my existence itself is full of delusion... I try to enter the state of 'nothing', but then my self is completely abandoned? I'm tired of that? There are some questions about metaphysics, like? An endless cycle of Mobius stairs, no matter how hard I run, I can't really go up." The young man said, tears streaming down one by one, setting off Di Na? Zhang Junxiu's face became even paler, "I was born? Guilty, I almost couldn't help killing people,..."

Then? Tears fell on the ground, like? Broken pearls.The white-haired young man also felt the slight sadness that could not be concealed in the young man's tone. He put down the pen in his hand, stretched out his hand forward, and touched the young man's face with his fingers.Feeling the moist and icy temperature from the front of his fingers, the white-haired young man pursed his lips, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"It's not like this, Ryunosuke." He said, "If birth is a sin, then the sin comes from the parents; if you go crazy because of the ugliness of others, then the sin is serious Isn't it? This world of other people?"

"But... I almost killed you..." Akutagawa raised his eyes, his obsidian-like eyes were covered with mist, as if they had been washed in the Milky Way, " Although it's just you in this world, I saw a huge white tiger in those eyes that are exactly the same as yours. I almost gouged your eyes out with my hand..."

He covered his face and shook his head desperately: "I can't accept this fact, only you, Dun, your eyes are...so beautiful, like the pure and bright moon hanging high above the sky ...Because I couldn't stand that kind of beauty being tarnished, I actually had a destructive impulse. It was terrible...I really went crazy..."

He quickly lowered his head and muttered to himself as if evading, the word order was chaotic and upside down.The white-haired young man listened to him quietly and patiently, and then moved his hands down his cheeks to his chin, lifting the young man's drooping head almost like a lift.At first, the young man shook his head in resistance, trying to divert his gaze, but was eventually defeated by the opponent's firmness.

"Look at me, Ryunosuke, look at me, do you still have that urge?" He asked softly.

Akutagawa raised his eyes, and met those pair of dull but extremely beautiful pupils.

"No." He replied softly, "It's still...so beautiful, as beautiful as the bright moon."

Hearing these two answers, the white-haired youth smiled.

He turned around, picked up the paintbrush lightly like a bird, and smeared on the canvas: "The bright moon will also wax and wane, and also have dark reflections."

"I didn't care about everything in the world. Because of my blindness, I couldn't see anyone. The world was a blank space. Who would appreciate a blind man? As for the painter's paintings, everything I depict? Can only come from imagination, completely divorced from reality. I once thought I was the same as that Dutchman's sunflower."

His brushstrokes create a bright and eye-catching orange.

"However, since I met you, I have never felt so happy. I even have an extremely strong curiosity and longing for the world in your eyes, even though I know you are suffering from your illusions ...I know that I am? An out-and-out egoist, so? That's why I forcibly pull you and refuse to let go."

Akutagawa wanted to say something, but? He was interrupted by the painter: "Listen to me, Ryunosuke."

He sighed: "You are a top-notch poet. Even in the hell of despair, you still have a heart like a sunflower. I know you envied my blindness, but I once hated you for it , now that I think about it, maybe everyone can only envy what they don’t have, even if it’s a nightmare for others.”

"And when I lost you, I realized that I was back in the cage of loneliness? The most terrible punishment in the world? I once gave hope but was taken away. I even thought about it for a moment , it would be nice if I never met you. People who are always in loneliness don't realize that there is a cage around them. But, I don't want to lose the only happiness, like drowning Even if it hurts because of this decision, I will never let it go."

He stops his paintbrush.

Thunder and lightning roared outside the window, as if they were about to tear the world apart completely.The room was silent.Only the sound of almost overlapping breathing was beating slightly.Above the blue sea, a brilliant orange sun, with a diameter of almost one finger, rose from the junction of the black sky and the blue sea.Staring at the red sun, Akutagawa felt that it was rising too fast, so fast that he almost had to raise his neck perpendicular to his body.

In front of me? From time to time, the phantom in the corner of the field of vision flickered and gradually became transparent.

"If you are? a delusional patient, then? I am? an autistic patient." The white-haired young man whispered, tracing the outline of Akutagawa's face little by little with his fingers, "This? Isn't it? Just right, no one can compare We fit each other better."

Ah... the sadness and helplessness in my heart dissipated like clouds and rain, and the dancing devils in the corner are still swinging their terrifying bodies, but Akutagawa no longer looks at those things .He stared deeply at those? A pair of pure moon pupils without a trace of dirt.

"I know...you have been poisoned by the poison called 'loneliness', and I have been poisoned by the poison called 'delusion'..." He laughed softly, his chest shaking.Although his fingers were still cold, they could feel the warmth from the body that was pressed against him.

"You are? My only antidote." The two said in unison.

They finally started hugging each other, laughing, brow to brow, as if nothing in the world could separate them.

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