Write well, don't fight

The sunlight is as clear as water, passing through the gaps in the dense leaves, and sprinkled golden yellow all over the place.The fine dust swirls and dances lightly in the light, the breeze comes slowly, and the water waves are calm.

On the wooden chair by the river, the cool breeze with water vapor kissed the girl's cheek.The book in the hand was held gently, and the fingertips were lightly drawn across the lines of ink, without leaving any traces.Occasionally, the girl raised her hand, brushing her mischievous hair from her eyes to behind her ears, revealing her delicate side face.

The index finger occasionally pushed the glasses on the bridge of the nose, and the girl quietly turned the pages of the book. The soft sunlight favored her hair, making the crow-colored hair appear a warm tone.The people coming and going seemed to be attracted by this beautiful picture, and unconsciously slowed down their pace.

For a while, only the rustling of the leaves blown by the breeze and the slight sound of pages being turned occasionally could be heard. Suddenly, the girl raised her head, looked at the boy walking slowly along the river, and waved happily to him.

"Nakajima-kun!"

Atsushi Nakajima, who had lost his mind, raised his head reflexively, and he saw the girl's bright smile. He couldn't help showing a slight smile, and walked towards the other party: "Miss Weixia."

He wisely didn't mention anything about the books in the other party's hands: "Do you come here every day?"

"Yes, with the fresh air, the brain can always be completely relaxed." The girl happily bent her eyes, revealing two cute little canine teeth, "Especially after thinking about the problem, all the troubles will disappear."

"Is Nakajima-kun here for a walk?" Wei Xia blinked and asked curiously.

Atsushi Nakajima smiled wryly, then fell silent.

Everything that happened this week seemed like a dream. He changed from an orphan wandering around worrying about whether he would starve to death to a social person who could live in a house with a roof without worrying about starvation and had a formal job.

Knowing that all the suffering he suffered was due to his ability to turn into a white tiger, and it was this ability that allowed him to obtain a better life now, he had a very complicated feeling about his ability. feelings.

Wei Xia waited quietly, and finally the white-haired boy lowered his head and spoke slowly: "Miss Wei Xia, does he deserve the suffering he suffered in life?"

He buried his face in the palm of his hand, as if he was in an orphanage when he was a child, with an evasive cowardly posture that dared not accept the disgusting eyes around him.

"Is there really a humble person in this world..."

His voice was slightly trembling, like a child crying silently and uncontrollably, but he forced himself to speak in an understatement tone, and attached a smile that he knew was forced out at a glance.

The white-haired boy looked anxiously at the girl beside him who was in a state of contemplation, and his eyes revealed a cautiousness that he didn't realize.

And the faint to almost extinguished expectation.

"Heaven will send a great mission to the people of Sri Lanka. They must first suffer from their minds and wills, exhaust their muscles and bones, starve their bodies, empty their bodies, and disturb their actions. Therefore, they must be motivated to endure and strengthen what they cannot."

Wei Xia finished reading a paragraph of classical Chinese in cadence, and when the white-haired boy's eyes were circled, he opened the book in his hand and read a paragraph.

"It is impossible for us to walk out of the arena of life without being traumatized. We must learn to deal with life in the struggle against life. If someone is aggrieved by this absurd game, it is best to leave the arena as soon as possible. But determined to stay on the field If you are inside, you can only work hard."

The warm orange eyes seemed to be like the scorching sun hanging high, igniting the faint expectations in the white-haired boy's heart: "Delete any moment in my life, and I will never be who I am today."

Atsushi Nakajima opened his eyes wide. He understood the words, and leaned forward involuntarily, asking eagerly, "Miss Wei Xia, which book is this? Please recommend it to me!"

Wei Xia put the book in his hand into the white-haired boy's hand with a smile: "I just finished reading it, so I will lend it to Nakajima-kun!"

Atsushi Nakajima took it excitedly, and frantically flipped the cover of the book to the front.

——"Rashomon", author: Ryunosuke Akutagawa.

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In the field of vision of the white-haired boy, the girl shyly covered her face: "Mr. Akutagawa's novels are based on novel materials, and the plots are novel and even weird. The works focus on social evils, rarely comment directly, but only use stern writing and concise and powerful Using the language to describe it will make readers feel its ugliness and demonstrate its high artistic appeal, which is a rare masterpiece.”

She noticed the complex gaze of the white-haired boy, and suddenly held the other's hand and raised it. Nakajima felt uncomfortable, but his reaction was a step slower, and he could only watch the girl raise his hand affectionately. chant.

"Everyone in the world is a beast tamer, and the beast is the temperament of each. To me, the beast is this arrogant shame. The tiger is it. I compromise myself, torture my wife Boy, hurting a friend. In the end, I became this image that was consistent with my heart."

"Please don't beat yourself up too much, Mr. Nakajima, you can completely defeat the white tiger in your heart!!!"

Wei Xia clenched his fists in his heart, watched the gray-haired boy hurrying away with a kind of gratified concern, causing the dust to billow behind him.

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"Yokohama Morning News":

Another shining new star in the Yokohama literary world was born, and Mr. Atsushi Nakajima brought his first work to the literary hall!Some experts commented that Mr. Nakajima's works have a concise and lofty Chinese style, and are full of profound philosophy, containing his profound insights into human existence and destiny.It shows a kind of maturity and sophistication, and shows the elegance and pure artistic taste of pure literature...

Everyone in the detective agency silently watched the white-haired boy holding the manuscript fee that he had just mailed, with clear eyes.

Atsushi Nakajima waved his hand hurriedly: "I didn't publish it because of the manuscript fee... I don't know why, I sent it off without thinking much after writing it, and my hands are completely disobedient QAQ"

The girl not far away was smiling, holding the newly released "Mountain Moon Tale" and reading quietly. She heard the noise over there and looked up.

The detective agency collectively took a step back and silently swallowed: Wei Xia's ability...has it been upgraded to a one-stop writing and publishing...

It's over... How will I live in the future...

The author has something to say:

Osamu Dazai holding the "Complete Suicide Manual": Hahaha Dun-kun can go to have a big meal now, I must thank Weisha.

Atsushi Nakajima silently rubbed his wrists: If I could, I would rather continue to live a simple life... My hands seem to be far away from me QAQ

Osamu Dazai collapsed on the sofa with a smile, his body shook greatly, and the book in his hand accidentally fell to the ground.

Atsushi Nakajima kindly stepped forward to help him pick it up.

Osamu Dazai: ...Wait a minute w(QДQ)w

The cover of "Complete Suicide Manual" peeled off, revealing the large characters inside - "Rashomon"

Atsushi Nakajima: ...Okay, don't explain, I understand, I will definitely do my best to prevent Dazai-san from becoming a pervert!

Dazai raised his hands in a dazed expression: ...Wait, that's not the case, I didn't!