My brother is not a good person

Under Osamu Dazai and Fyodor's prevarication, the truth of the matter gradually surfaced.

Raisha closed her eyes and rubbed her face vigorously.

She rubbed her face into all sorts of strange looks completely disregarding her image, and it took her a while to let go.

"so……"

The girl had a blank face, and she didn't want to talk to these three childish ghosts at all.

"Your atmosphere is so stiff, is it purely because of this weird reason?"

She raised an eyebrow, and looked at Nakahara Chuya with puzzled eyes, "You know Dazai Osamu must discount his words before you can believe them, why did you believe me when my brother said 'that's your real body'? "

Even if it is an experimental product that comes out of the laboratory, there must be a factory description to prove that it is not an independent existence.

Not to mention that Zhongyuan Zhong is also a person full of personal characteristics.

You won't doubt that you can't be counted as a "person", right?

Zhong Yuanzhong was also stared at like a pinch by her.

It's not that he didn't doubt Fyodor's purpose, but there is absolutely no problem with the fact that the starting point of his memory is the explosion that destroyed the laboratory.

Therefore, he is really not sure who is the person who should be called "Central Plains Zhongye".

Well, even if he didn't take this into consideration, he couldn't do anything to a boy who looked like him.

"I knew it when I saw him."

The young man poked at the ice surface embarrassingly, and even picked out the icicles from the ice surface that had just been cracked with his supernatural power.

"It doesn't matter who among us was the original one, we're all the same."

He tried his best to ignore the two people who were still pinching each other, and whispered to Raisha.

"I am him, and he is me."

"There is no and is impossible to have a second 'Central Plains Chuya' in the world."

Raisha made a firm conclusion.

"Maybe your bodies are so close to the same, but your 'personality' is unique."

"You are you, he is him, your composition is not the same, so you cannot be regarded as the same person."

What is a human being made of?

Raisha asked this question at a very young age.

She also always remembered that her father answered her like this at that time.

【"How can it be considered as a person?"

The middle-aged man put down the book in his hand and looked at his daughter squarely.

He lowered his eyelids halfway, and replied with a gentle and helpless smile. 】

"It is not the flesh that constitutes man."

The black-haired girl repeated the answer from memory in the same soft and reminiscent tone.

"It's emotions, memories, thoughts..."

"Whether strong or weak, rich or poor, smart or stupid."

"Even though there are many differences, the reason why people become human is that when the blood that supports the body flows, what fills the heart is not only the blood, but also the complex and simple human nature."

"Believe me."

She explained firmly and flatly.

"If you mean 'Central Plains Chuya', you are the only genuine one in the world."

With his lips parted slightly, Zhong Yuanzhong also took a breath before hesitant to speak.

He turned his head quickly, not knowing what to say for a while.

When he saw that boy was called "this Chuya" by his friends, and was told about his ontology by Fyodor, he naturally thought about the question "who is Chuya in the Central Plains".

However, in that short moment, he was attacked by "this Chuya" before he could get any answer.

And after a struggle with "this Zhongye", he had to find a way to save the other party's life as soon as possible.

That boy is a fragile thing that can't exist without catheters and fetal fluids (or someone's powers).

According to the description in the data, this is all because he is the owner of the self-contradictory ability.

If left unchecked, he would soon die from his own oversized abilities.

And Zhongyuan Zhong couldn't sit back and watch the other party go to inevitable death anyway.

Even if all the evidence points to a fact.

"What if this name should have belonged to him?" Zhong Yuan also smiled wryly.

"You can give him a name, or ask him to give himself a name to represent his personality. But there is no need to mention that he is the 'Nakahara Chuya'."

After clapping her palms twice, Laisha looked clearly at the two childish ghosts who had reached a consensus in silence.

She hugged her knees, tilted her head slightly and said, "You guys know that, right?"

Otherwise, we wouldn't make things difficult for others with this kind of question.

"Of course—I know!" Osamu Dazai dragged his voice, "But how could I possibly tell Chuya? Unless Chuya..."

As if he expected that Osamu Dazai would definitely not say anything good, Fyodor interrupted unhurriedly: "If Mr. Nakahara wants to determine who is the real Chuya Nakahara, I have a way .”

"Check the text-based editing records, and you will know who is Zhongye in the Central Plains."

With crooked grape red eyes, it's not hard to see malicious intent in his smile.

"The only side effect is that the personality is initialized accordingly, and everything has to start from scratch."

"Then you don't have to."

Zhong Yuan also shook his head and rejected the proposal without thinking.

He doesn't like gambling.

Not to mention, the results of winning and losing bets are so different.

There is really no need to take this risk.

Especially after having gained enough recognition.

"So now that person is still alive, right?"

Among the people present, Laisha was probably the only one who was still focusing on Chuya's life experience in the Central Plains.

"If he didn't come with you, where is he?"

In Paris, France, Laisha finally saw "another Chuya" who had been stripped of her abilities.

Lying on the hospital bed, he met her eyes through the glass of the ICU.

It may be that the years of experimental life have destroyed the possibility of healthy growth of the teenager.

Compared to Nakahara Chuya, he was a little thinner, and he looked as if he was two or three years younger.

Really exactly the same.

Feeling so emotional, Raisha followed a girl called "Doctor" to change into a sterile suit and sat beside his hospital bed.

As soon as she took the other's hand, she introduced herself: "I am Laisha Dostoevskaya. What is your name?"

Words such as "A No. [-]-A" can be vaguely discerned from the mouth shape.

And such an answer naturally cannot satisfy Laisha.

Shaking her head, she added more details to the question.

"It doesn't matter if you don't have one, just make one for yourself."

Miss Champion pointed to Mr. Cadre who was waiting outside the door.

"For the surname, the surname should be Zhongyuan. You and Zhong also have a different relationship from others, so it should be natural to use the same surname."

Blinking, the boy's intelligence is obviously not lower than normal people's level.

He only thought for a moment, and then spoke his name in his own voice for the first time in front of everyone.

"Central Plains... Wen Ye."

The boy's voice was also weaker than Zhong Yuan Zhong's.

"My name is Zhongyuan Wenye."

The name of the girl who brought Raisha in was almost as long as Raisha.

To save trouble, Laisha just called her "Dr. Shelley".

And Dr. Shelley has an assistant, a robot who can tell bad jokes, named Adam.

Under the study and care of these two people, Zhongyuanwen was able to walk on the ground soon.

For some reason, Laisha always felt that the atmosphere between Chuya and Wenya in the Central Plains was not very harmonious.

However, the person who wanted to save Wenye Zhongyuan even with the strength of Rimbaud and Verlaine, wasn't Chuya Zhongyuan who would quarrel with him whenever they met?

However, Zhongyuanwen never speaks well with Zhongyuan Zhongye.

Unable to understand what the members of their Zhongyuan family were thinking, and the time for the Grand Prix in France was approaching, Laisha had to temporarily give up being the mediator of the Zhongyuan brothers and devote herself to the ice rink.

Zhongyuanwen, who hadn't seen Raisha for three days in a row, finally couldn't bear his curiosity, and gave Zhongyuan Zhongye a good look on a rare occasion.

"What has Laisha been doing lately? You must know."

He asked while doing the rehabilitation training prescribed by the doctor.

While guarding Fumiya Nakahara, he also had to deal with a lot of work thrown by Osamu Dazai. Nakahara Nakahara didn't bother to talk to him in detail, so he just said "she is training" and prevaricated.

It's just that the young man who got the answer was not willing to let it go.

Adhering to the spirit of tracing the source and perseverance, he searched out the basic information of Raisha from the Internet.

Therefore, at the end of the rehabilitation training, Zhong Yuanwen also asked in a strangely concerned tone: "Have you finished your work?"

"It's almost finished." Zhong Yuan didn't raise his head, "What's the matter?"

"You're going to see her when you're done with work, aren't you?"

Zhong Yuanwen also took out a few tissues to wipe off the sweat on his face.

"Please take me with you."

Hearing this, Zhong Yuanzhong also typed the last character, and then closed the laptop.

He said "Oh" noncommittally. He had just taken a few steps before looking back at Zhongyuan Wenye.

He said lightly, "Aren't you going to leave?"

"Are you really going to take me there?"

Only then did Nakahara Chuya show a somewhat irritable expression, "I don't want to waste time arguing with you. Hurry up!"

When the two Zhongyuan rushed to the ice rink, it happened that Laisha had just started the last free skating session of the day.

She no longer felt exhausted and overwhelmed when Hasezu accidentally sprained her foot in early May.

In its place is a more determined and confident queen.

There is plenty of light in the room.

But nothing could compare to the light emitted by the person on the ice.

Zhong Yuanzhong also sat in his usual seat, quietly watching the practice.

Zhong Yuanwen, who came with him, also sat in the row in front of him, also looking towards the center of the field.

After 4 minutes, the music stopped.

As soon as Laisha on the ice finished her pose, she noticed Chuya Nakahara sitting on the familiar seat, and then she saw Fumiya Nakahara sitting in front of him.

She smiled and waved to the two of them, and walked towards them after getting off the ice, "Why are you all here?"

The hand of the girl holding the back of the chair was tightly held.

The hands were clean and smooth, and they were not gloved.

Zhong Yuanwen also said softly: "Laya, I want to learn figure skating, can I?"

"Of course." Ms. Champion didn't think there was any problem with this request, "I also said that Zhongye's height and physical fitness are very suitable for figure skating. The fact that he can learn to skate in half the ice rink shows that I His judgment was absolutely correct..."

Without thinking too much, she also didn't notice Zhongyuan Zhongya's eyes staring at Zhongyuan Wenye.