Quanzai Cone

After that, I stayed in bed for a while.

Due to exhaustion, I have been sleeping in the dark, in the broken and messy dream, the only reality is the temperature covering my right hand, which is tightly tied to my consciousness.

After a long slumber, I woke up in a trance while curled sideways under the quilt, and the first thing I saw was Zhijun who was holding my right hand and sitting by the bed to handle official business.

This posture must be very uncomfortable, but Zhijun, who crosses his legs and writes and draws on the temporary mobile desk with only one hand, has no intention of letting go of me.After sitting on the edge of the bed for an unknown amount of time, his back is still straight. The black coat and red scarf are gone. He is wearing only a close-fitting shirt and a suit vest with his sleeves rolled up. White bandages extend from the cuffs and neckline of the shirt, wrapping Hold your arms and neck.

I moved my fingers slightly and held him back.

Zhijun paused, looked down at me, and relaxed almost imperceptibly.

"Are you feeling better?" He said softly.

The familiar feeling of deja vu made me shake my head, and I smiled slightly: "Yeah."

I was helped to sit up, and my eyes followed him around, watching him bring water and set up a small table on the bed, and set the rice porridge and side dishes one by one.

"You..." After moistening my throat, I put down the glass and opened my mouth to ask something.

Before I could say anything, Zhijun answered naturally: "I've already eaten dinner."

I stared at him for a few seconds and burst out laughing.

"Good performance, keep it up." I leaned on the pillow, smiled and cleared my throat and tried to remain serious, "Osamu Dazai."

Ji-kun who opened his eyes unexpectedly wide is so cute.

Feeling bubbling, I scooped up a scoop of steaming rice porridge with a silver spoon, took a few mouthfuls, and Zhijun, who sat next to me again, flipped through the documents and asked me.

"Does Miss Guang have any wishes?"

I was so happy that I didn't think too much about it. I tilted my head and said with a smile, "Well...it's not a wish, I want to go to the port with Zhijun!"

However, for the sake of safety, Zhijun seems to be unable to leave the top floor of the building. In order to take me down to the lobby, the orange-haired and blue-eyed gentleman was furious...

"Don't worry," I said to him with frowning eyes, "we still have a lot of time!"

The silence was fleeting, Zhijun smiled as usual, the soft curve of his lips was blurred by the warm light.

"Okay, let's go to the port together."

He looked at me who was a little surprised, and arranged it gently but resolutely.

——“Tomorrow.”

Even the sea in Yokohama, another world, has a deep blue that makes me want to cry.

At the end of May, the flowers bloomed deep and shallow in every part of the city, and the scattered petals even floated to the seaside.I walked along the embankment, loosened a piece of light powder I picked up amidst the long cries of seagulls, and let it sink into the waves.

Zhijun walked beside me, watched the petaled flower go away, and turned his gaze back.

The surrounding areas have been cleared by Hong Kong gangster troops, and the guards with live ammunition followed us step by step, watching out for any suspicious things that approached.It is obviously not suitable to go far in this situation, so I stopped in cooperation.

There was a boat going out to sea in the port not far away, and I looked all the way from the white waves under the boat to the dam in front of me, tied my long fluttering hair, frowned and smiled: "I can't guess at all—of course, it's not the same place... ..."

Zhijun must be very confused, but he considerately did not ask.

I stared blankly at the sea for a moment, then looked up at him: "Someone told me that the body of my parents had been sunk in the sea at Yokohama Port... After I found out, I always wanted to see it."

Even if I return to my Yokohama, I won't be able to find my parents anymore.I understand.

The corpses that have been dead for several years have long since rotted and decomposed, becoming food for fish and shrimp—following the ocean currents to the distant and vast world.Maybe they will pass by the island where they once stopped, and meet briefly with the patients who have been treated.

If you think like this, death becomes gentle and romantic.

Holding back my tears, I smiled at the boundless blue in front of me, raised my hand and waved: "I'm here to see you! Dad, Mom! Everything is fine recently. I just finished a wonderful and exciting adventure. The scenery is really beautiful..."

No matter which seaside they are on, this heart will definitely be conveyed to them.

I looked back and held Zhijun, and said with a smile: "Although I have probably introduced it to you, but I still want to say it again-this is my lover!"

The sea breeze blows the spring away, I hold his slightly cool hand tightly, with a solemn tone.

"I hope we will never be separated. Please bear witness for us, Mom and Dad."

Zhijun was moved, and leaned over to hug me, however, amidst the roar of the tide, an ominous muffled sound rushed, and I was startled, and pushed him away in an instant——

The bullets from the sniper rifle pierced through the heart and made pits on the embankment. The members of the Hong Kong gangsters, who were already heavily guarded, became agitated and flocked in panic.

"leader!"

"Nakajima, take someone to the sniper spot! Capture that guy who provoked the port mafia alive!"

"Where's the doctor?!"

Among the chaotic crowd, my body began to shatter piece by piece from the scar on my heart, turning into a glimmer of light like a butterfly.Zhijun's face changed drastically, he pushed away the cadre who came to check on his injury, and stretched out his hand towards me.

"Light!" His voice was tight, almost distorted.

Miraculously, I felt no pain.Looking at the decomposed body, I raised my head in a daze, and raised my arm through the chaotic figures to gently catch his hand.

I can't touch him anymore.

Zhijun's expression was shaken like never before, and he opened his kite-colored eyes and wanted to come to my side, but the subordinates who didn't know why blocked him.

There was a rushing tide in the sea of ​​Yokohama, and the wind was strong, blowing past me who dissipated.The sea of ​​memories surged simultaneously, rolling back the lost ten years.

The Umbrella Building collapsed on a snowy night, the four seasons of the isolated island, we sailed around the world with the wind...Scenes of the past flashed, knowing that I couldn't touch them, I still closed my five fingers, as if I was clenching my oath, and promised Zhijun loudly ——

"Don't be afraid! I'll see you right away!"

(End · Osamu Dazai)

The warm glow of the dusk poured over his body, he raised his head from the desk, and pressed his forehead in a daze.

fell asleep?

Even if it was less than half an hour, it seemed unbelievable to him who had never rested in four years.

He got up and stared for a moment at the floor-to-ceiling windows finally showing the scenery of Yokohama, feeling a little melancholy for no reason.

It wasn't because of the plan that was about to end... He vaguely remembered that he had a dream during the short sleep just now.I can no longer remember the content of the dream, only the gentle aftertaste remains.

It's a sweet dream.

He thought, unconsciously smiling.

The weather in Yokohama at the end of May is pleasant, and the wind will be warm, making people drowsy.

Saying goodbye to the friend who almost confronted him with a knife, he walked out of the bar, followed the fragrance of flowers and returned to the port mafia building, which he was familiar with like palm prints, and went straight to the rooftop across the mess.

The two teenagers, who had fought to the limit and were on the verge of falling, watched in amazement.He walked over slowly, uncovering the truth about the "book" and the world, and finally stepped onto the edge of the building.

The white-haired boy who was brought back to the mafia by him begged him to go back to safety with a trembling voice, but he just smiled and continued to say the words he had prepared long ago, entrusting the future of the world to him.

The wind brought the breath of the sea.The city under the setting sun was filled with bright red mist. He opened his arms and fell into the embrace of Yokohama like a bird.

During the jump, the wind intensified, the red sunset faded from the eyes, and the sound of the swirling waves of the deep sea vortex came to my ears.The woman's panicked cry woke him up. He frowned and opened his eyes, and the scene that changed the world came into his sight.

The sea storm at the end of summer expelled the melancholy fragrance of flowers in late spring, he fell, rubbed shoulders with the broken glass window, and saw the people behind the window.In the next moment, his body fell into the soil, and the rainstorm and blood soaked him together.

In the chaos, he turned his face and looked through the rain curtain with his half-closed eyes——

The young lady running towards him has eyes that shine brightly even in the wind and rain, like immortal golden amber.

("Later Day Talk II: Body in Dream", end)