Write well, don't fight

"I just want to know, Mr. Demon Fyodor, is your hand okay?"

When Osamu Dazai asked these words with a chuckle, the already gloomy atmosphere in the room was now more like a biting cold wind blowing from the snowy mountains of Siberia, accompanied by the singing of operas coming from nowhere, if Ordinary people standing here would definitely be so frightened that their legs would tremble, and they would almost kneel down and beg for mercy.

But the three people standing here obviously need to be excluded from the category of ordinary people.

Fyodor replied without changing his expression: "Thank you Dazai-kun for your concern, but this has nothing to do with our topic today, isn't it?"

He put his hands behind his back without leaving any traces and rubbed his right wrist.

"Really~" Osamu Dazai raised the corners of his mouth, he was in a very good mood humming the love song he composed himself, and stood by the window looking at the mysterious and chaotic foggy scene outside the window.

"Aren't you tired of looking at this monotonous world?" Shibusawa Tatsuhiko with snow-white long hair walked over and said, "This world is so monotonous that it makes people bored. Today, all the abilities in Yokohama will be included in me. hands."

"There is nothing that can subvert my cognition. It's just too boring."

"Oh~ then you are destined to be disappointed~" Dazai Osamu showed a mysterious smile, shaking his head and humming the song of death, "Do you know what I think now? I don't know, so You see, there are still things that are out of your control."

"Only you think I can't guess other people's thoughts." Shibusawa Tatsuhiko said, he turned and sat on a throne-like seat, staring at the bright red apple in front of him.

Osamu Dazai looked at those two people with a hint of pity in his eyes.

It's so pitiful~ He said with a smile in his heart, even after experiencing a crisis of losing his hand, Mr. Moren still doesn't know that there are some people who can't be messed with at all.

He closed his eyes slightly.

White mist covered the city, the wind howled, and the branches swayed frantically.There was almost no one on the street, the old signboard was hanging under the eaves, and a few sparrows screamed and hid deep in the leaves.

The girl curled up in the quilt opened her eyes in a daze. She gave a lazy hiccup, rubbed her eyes and slowly got up.The room was a bit stuffy, Wei Xia put on his coat slowly, stood up staggeringly, and walked to the window.

"It's so boring..." She stretched out her hand to push the window, and her misty orange eyes suddenly woke up when she saw the scene outside the window.Weisha looked at the gloomy white mist outside the window in amazement, resembling London in the eighteenth century.She blinked a little blankly, after confirming that this was not a hallucination.The window was slammed shut.

"Where did everyone go?"

Wei Xia yelled a few times, but there was no one, she grabbed her coat in a panic, walked downstairs cautiously, looked around, the street was full of mysterious fog.

The empty street was palpitating, Wei Xia looked around anxiously, she tried to call just now, but no one answered her.

"Who are you looking for?"

Without warning, a word rang in her ear.

Wei Xia turned his head abruptly, and a girl's figure was reflected in his warm orange eyes.The other party stood in front of him, his hair fluttering lightly, but this did not surprise Wei Xia.Instead, the girl in front of her was the same as herself except for her eyes.

As if they were looking in a mirror, the two of them stared at each other and fell silent for a moment.

"who are you?"

Wei Xia asked, she chuckled, stretched out a hand, and stroked Wei Xia's soft cheek, Wei Xia frowned, but she didn't back away because of a trace of inexplicable familiarity.Until that hand brushed her eyebrows, then she slightly curled the corners of her mouth, and slowly pressed her forehead against Wei Xia's.

"Aren't you awake yet, do you really think this is real?"

She asked, Wei Xia's eyes widened slightly, only to hear her tone with a slight smile into his ears: "Did you really not notice the attitude of everyone here, why don't you wake up soon?" ?”

It was clearly the same voice as my own, but it seemed like sticky honey fused with this weird white mist: "Wake up quickly, don't fall into fantasy anymore, you are being treated as a lunatic."

"How did you wake up..." Wei Xia's eyes were in a trance, and he murmured softly unconsciously.

"The only way to wake up from the dream is to kill yourself." She said with a smile, and slowly moved her fingers holding Wei Xia's side face down, stopping at the artery in the neck.

"As long as you kill yourself, can you wake up from the dream?"

An ethereal voice came out of Wei Xia's mouth, with a snake-like smile in her eyes, her fingers resting lightly on the slightly undulating neck artery, but her tone was very soft, as if she could float on this layer of fog.

"Yes, welcome to death happily, and then you can really wake up." Her voice became more gentle, as if she was going to drown Wei Xia in it, and her fingers slowly tightened.

"Roar!"

With a thunderous roar, the crimson dragon hovered in the clouds without warning, and roared angrily towards the earth.

It was precisely because of this roar that Weixia's misty eyes instantly turned into clarity: "No!" She broke free from the fingers, took a step back, and her eyes were firm, "This is the truth, because You are an illusion."

She was slightly stunned, and her voice was soft: "Really, do you think so?"

"I like everyone here very much. I don't believe that they are my hallucinations." Wei Xia's eyes were firm, and the warm orange eyes burst into a light that was as hot as the sun. She slowly closed her eyes and folded her hands together. Stacked on my heart: "I love literature so much, I hope that every gentleman can live happily in this world, no matter what kind of obstacles I will stand in front of them, literature will never die, and creation will last forever."

She smiled softly, and standing in front of Wei Xia, she closed her eyes, opened her arms and embraced the girl, the crystal on her forehead shattered when it touched Wei Xia's forehead, and her whole body instantly melted The white spot of light penetrated into the girl's body.

At the same time, an invisible force spread rapidly around the girl's location like a radiation, like a transparent shock wave, covering the entire city of Yokohama with lightning speed.

Atsushi Nakajima, who was being chased by the white tiger, stopped, and the knife in the kimono girl's hand that swung the knife towards the levitating yaksha landed in an instant, and the sharp cloth blade extended from the dark Rashomon stopped instantly... All the aliens who were hunted down by the alien power The supernatural beings and their supernatural powers all stopped at the same time, and then the supernatural powers quickly dissipated. The supernatural beings raised their heads, and a kind of fanatical enthusiasm gradually appeared in their eyes.

Osamu Dazai fell to the ground, and the poisonous knife just now stopped when it was inserted into his body before it was completely submerged. When he turned his head, he saw Shibusawa Tatsuhiko let go of his hand, and his whole body turned into a light of supernatural power and disappeared. situation.Osamu Dazai smiled with difficulty. He reached out and pulled out the knife, gritted his teeth and swallowed the antidote that had been hidden in his mouth. When he turned around again, the smile on the corner of the Russian man's mouth froze, Osamu Dazai He took a few steps back deliberately to prevent himself from bumping into him. He saw the other person turning his head and looking out the window in a daze. In the next second, he pushed open the door and ran out.

Osamu Dazai smiled lightly and shook his head. He walked to the window and leisurely watched the white mist outside the window gradually dissipate, revealing the original appearance of the city.He threw away the coat casually and put on the sand-colored windbreaker he had always worn before.

"That's why I said, some people can't be messed with~" He raised his eyebrows with a half-smile, "The lesson this time is enough."

He pushed open the door, walked out slowly, and sighed softly: "Little Wei Xia, you are the most terrifying existence~"

Postscript: Since XX, XX, the land of Yokohama has been blessed by the god of literature, and works of various styles have sprung up like mushrooms after a spring rain. A large number of well-known writers have created a colorful literary world for us with love and words.

From that moment on, the literary world in Yokohama has formed a three-point literary situation. The three major literary organizations compete with each other on weekdays and cooperate together in the face of challenges from the Western literary world.From that day onwards, a grand literary feast was officially offered to the world.

This is a highlight in the history of Yokohama, and this is the "Renaissance" era in the history of modern Japanese literature!

Osamu Dazai sat on the grass, the marble tombstone in front of him gleamed from the rain, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and the golden sunlight cast a pale green light through the green leaves above his head.

He stretched out his hand, gently took out the manuscript paper from his arms, took out the lighter with the other hand, and lit it with a snap.

The title "Good Bye" is very eye-catching on the manuscript paper.

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes, he watched sheets of paper turn into ashes and float in the air, flames swayed in his eyes, very much like the eyes of that person.

"Odasaku, I listened to you to help people." Osamu Dazai said with a smile, watching the words on the paper being swallowed up by the flames, "This is a novel I wrote, but compared to your It must be far away..."

He watched the last piece of manuscript paper being burned, stood up and stretched his arms, the emerald sunlight filtered by the green leaves danced in his hair.Osamu Dazai bent his eyes slightly, and said softly, "I want to replace Oda Tsukuru to fulfill your dream, so, goodbye for now..."

He turned around, and the windbreaker drew an elegant arc along his back hem.

"Go and be a novelist~"

Seeing the figure of the girl running, he smiled lightly and said to himself.

Today's Yokohama is wrapped in a soft wind, and the bright sunshine has covered the whole city with a golden coat.Wei Xia walked lightly on the street with a thick book in his hand.The red scarf around her neck fluttered in the wind, she glanced at the thick new book in her arms, and smiled with crooked eyes.

Walking up the stairs skillfully, Wei Xia stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the armed editorial department, with a brisk tone: "Mina-san~ Have you finished writing today's manuscript?"

……

The story of Yokohama, a magical city, continues.And all the writers, under the "care" of the ace editor, Ms. Wei Xia, who is diligent and conscientious in urging updates...

Painful and happy~

End.

The author has something to say:

Small theater one: the love and hatred of two major literary organizations

Fukuzawa Yukichi, who was awarded by the Japanese government and decided to print on the million dollar bill...

Everyone in the Armed Detective Agency proudly said to the port mafia: "If you have the skills, don't use them~"

Not to be outdone, the port mafia urges members to work hard to write, and finally Ichiyo Higuchi appeared on the cover of the 5000 yuan banknote as a woman...

The port mafia who also started to shout: "If you have the ability, don't use it~~"

The two sides continue to start another round of hurting each other~

Small theater [-]: A writer surnamed Dazai Najima is crazy about awards

It is said that a certain person has submitted manuscripts several times in a row, but was repeatedly rejected by the judges surnamed Kawabata Nayasushi who is in charge of the Akutagawa Awards in the Supernatural Culture Division and ridiculed the other party for his bad life. I went on and on and fought for three hundred rounds.

Atsushi Nakajima, who really couldn't stand it anymore, quietly manually at Akutagawa, but Osamu Dazai wanted to pretend to be calm in front of the other party: What I want is Akutagawa to award Atsushi, why did you call Akutagawa here.

After the other party left dejectedly, he immediately held the hardcover version of "Rashomon" and cried bitterly: Ooh, Mr. Akutagawa, your article is really great, but why don't you give me the Akutagawa award? I want the Akutagawa award, Akutagawa award Award ([-] words omitted below)

Little Theater Three: About a Frail Russian

Oh... It is said that this person has been admitted to the hospital since returning to China and has not been out yet...

Small Theater [-]: The most profitable company in Yokohama in those years

It's not the three major literary organizations but the hand life insurance company!

……

Finish.

Since then, the story of Ms. Wei Xia has come to an end for the time being~ Interested little angels can pre-order the sister chapter "Yokohama There is a Library"~ (Secretary Wei Xia kills the Quartet~)

The earliest article was just to provide me with a list of books to urge me to read. The writers or books that were not written were all QAQs that I haven’t had time to read.

PS: Maybe there is an IF line or maybe not, it depends on my mood~