Write well, don't fight

It's raining lightly today, but for a literary girl like Wei Xia, walking in the rain is also quite interesting.Humming a song and holding an umbrella, she strolled through the strands of silver, and the streets of Yokohama also became hazy in the rain and fog.

She took a deep breath of the fresh air after the rain, pushed open the door of the cafe with a book in her hand, and saw most of the detective agency staff lying on the table with lazy and decadent expressions on their faces.

"Ah, little Weixia~" Osamu Dazai propped up his face lazily, and waved at her, "I'm back~"

"What's wrong with everyone?" Wei Xia was a little puzzled, "Are you sick?"

"No, because the matter was resolved, I fell into a period of burnout and just wanted to lie down." Osamu Dazai said in a weakly elongated voice.

Wei Xia blinked in confusion, and she reached out and took out a letter from her bag, "By the way, this is the letter from the official last time, which is the official reply about Mr. Quan Jinghua."

"Oh?" Osamu Dazai became a little bit interested, and the others also turned their attention to the girl. Wei Xia blinked, and then said, "This is the reply from the Supernatural Culture Department. Is there such a department?" She was a little puzzled He turned his head slightly, and saw that everyone in the Detective Agency was taken aback for a moment, then collapsed on the table with a smile.

"Hahahahaha! Supernatural Culture Division hahahaha!" Dazai Osamu laughed and pounded the table frantically.The girl tilted her head in confusion, "What's the matter? Mr. Sakaguchi gave it to me."

She tilted her head, recalling the scene at that time: "By the way, Mr. Sakaguchi's dark circles are so thick, is it because Culture Coker deducted his salary? Sure enough, Mr. Sakaguchi should be recruited to our editorial department!" Seriously, "Next time I must tell Mr. Sakaguchi that work is not as good as writing, and we must not let boring and rigid official duties obliterate the heart that yearns for literature."

"Little Weixia, why don't you give it a try~" Dazai Osamu said he was happy to hear about it, but the next second the girl's eyes rolled around between them, thoughtfully, "Well, the last time I published Izumi Kyoka There are no manuscripts for Mr.'s book, since everyone is free now, why not..."

Before the words were finished, a whirlwind blew up in the coffee shop, and the next second the doorbell rang, and everyone disappeared except for the waitress and the slow boss standing behind the counter.The girl blinked blankly and nodded, with a gratified expression on her face: "Gentlemen, you are taking the initiative to write. You are really hardworking. It seems that I have to work harder to grow our editorial department!"

She clenched her fist and looked serious.

The next second, the door opened and a new guest walked in. He walked slowly to the seat and sat down. After ordering a cup of coffee, the purple eyes seemed to float on the girl's face inadvertently.

Wei Xia looked at this guest curiously, wearing a white fluffy hat and an out-of-date plush coat.Typical Russian style, but the cafe is heated...

Finally, unable to hold back the curiosity in her heart, the girl walked up to the man, and said in a soft voice as much as possible: "Well, sir, there is heating in the coffee shop."

"I know, I'm just used to it." Dostoevsky lowered his eyes, looking like a sickly young man from the outside.The girl blinked, then nodded again, "Is that so, do you miss your hometown?"

She sat across from her with a smile on her face: "Actually, I also really hope that if I have the opportunity to go to Moscow's Red Square in the future, sit in the sunflower field and listen to Katyusha. It is said that Russia has snow jumping, right?"

"Miss, jumping in the snow is very dangerous for a woman like you." Dostoevsky smiled softly, with an unpredictable light in his purple eyes, "Miss seems to be very interested in Russia." Have a certain understanding."

"I don't know much about it, but what shocks me the most about Russia is its literature." Weisha's eyes were shining, and she leaned forward slightly, "Sir, what do you think people are like?" exist?"

Dostoevsky's eyelashes drooped slightly, covering up the waves in his eyes, and he just said in a soothing and soft tone: "Miss, what is ideal?"

"Ideal is a beautiful concept, an abstract concept that wanders in the spiritual world." Wei Xia said seriously, with a gleam in his warm orange eyes, "But people in the world often start with idealism and end with idealism." Autocracy is the end, contrary to its original intention."

She thought of something, clapped her hands, stood up, her warm orange eyes seemed to shine into the golden sunlight outside the window: "Sir, you must have read that book!"

Dostoevsky's intuitive nerves twitched slightly, and he had a bad feeling, but he continued to pretend he didn't know anything and asked, "Which book is Miss talking about? I may have read it before." .”

"Of course Mr. Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky's "Crime and Punishment"!" Visha's eyes sparkled, "constructed with strong drama and rapid plot development. The ensuing catastrophic events, accompanied by complex and intense psychological struggles and painful spiritual crises, reveal the complexity, contradictions and profound tragedy of bourgeois relations."

"There is nothing in the world harder than speaking out, and nothing easier than flattery."

"As soon as we have to, we suppress our sense of morality; we sell our liberty, our peace, even our conscience, everything, everything, on the flea market. It doesn't cost our lives! As long as we love These people can be happy."

"Man can torture evil out of innocence, and he can torture innocence out of sin."

In an instant, the girl's eyes seemed to be lit with golden flames. She fixed her eyes on the man in front of her, and even raised her voice in fluent Russian: "Янетебепоклонился, явсемустраданиючеловеческомупоклонился!"

... Another whirlwind blew by, and in the next second there were only the waitresses except the girl and the shop manager who was making the coffee in a leisurely manner. The man just now seemed to have a hallucinatory conversation, Wei Xia Rubbing his eyes, he blinked suspiciously, "Where's the person?"

"Yokohama Morning Post": The compact plot of a mystery novel, the psychological description that spreads like a creeper, and the absurd and dramatic characters, Mr. Dostoevsky uses his own unique style of writing to describe many independent and Unfused voices and consciousness unfold layer by layer without the control of self-unified consciousness, revealing to us the complexity and double-sidedness of human beings. A nervous and tense atmosphere dominates the reader's body and mind.After the American writers, another writer from Russia visited Yokohama, which shows that the literature in Yokohama is flourishing day by day. We have a premonition, cheers for the upcoming literary feast!

"Hahahahahaha!" Dazai Osamu rolled on the sofa with his newspaper in his hands and laughed wildly. Nakajima Atsushi looked at Kunikida Doppo who was holding the pen tightly, and then at Dazai Osamu who seemed to have eaten poisonous mushrooms. Trembling and shivering behind the desk, just at this time, the door opened, accompanied by the girl's brisk voice, "Good morning, everyone~ I bought the latest edition of "Crime and Punishment."

She raised the heavy brick book in her hand and waved it: "There are a total of 42 words. It is said that Mr. Dostoevsky wrote it in one day. It is really amazing!"

"Hahahahahaha!" Osamu Dazai laughed again.

The author has something to say:

Small theater: Soon, when the three Snow Whites got together, facing the eyes of the Russian man wearing a hat, Osamu Dazai in a white suit raised the corners of his mouth maliciously, and his eyes stopped at the man's eyes. right hand.

Osamu Dazai: "Dear Mr. Demon, can you still use your hands?"

Tuo Si: "..." silently rubbing his right hand, hissing...

PS: After watching "Crime and Punishment", I finally couldn't help but attack this Russian