The three-dimensional me is incompatible with the paper people

At this moment, what is the owner of those eyes thinking?

The thousands of words contained in it all turned into a soft sigh.

The heart seemed to be tightly grasped by two hands, beating frantically and trying to break free, but the scarlet liquid was repeatedly squeezed out.

Osamu Dazai lowered his head slowly.The facial expression got out of his control, there was only a emptiness and blankness, without the slightest ups and downs.

To be lost...

This was not unexpected, it was known for a long time to happen.

When those eyes were imprinted deep in the soul, I had already warned myself not to approach or touch them.

To escape, to leave, to go to a place that will never be found, and then enter eternal death with beautiful illusions.

However, when the spring flowers were in full bloom in front of his eyes, the dazzling and dazzling beauty imprisoned the body he wanted to escape.

I can't leave, and I can't leave without trying my best.

So, it is a matter of course.Can't escape, like a butterfly caught by a spider's web, under the spider's venom, the butterfly will be slowly decomposed, and then die.

Osamu Dazai is going to die...

"Aji, look at me."

Dazai raised his eyes, taking the girl's face into his eyes.

She stretched out her hand and carefully cupped the boy's face as gently as a breeze.

"Aji, there is no need to do this."

She said, "You don't need Azhi to force yourself to smile, you don't need Azhi to make yourself pitiful, and you don't need Azhi to deliberately hide what you think."

"Azhi, it is Azhi, this will not change."

Seeing the little boy's gradually confused expression, Qing Que only felt sad.

"Lie down, let me tell Azhi what I think."

Under such words, Dazai slowly relaxed his body, and under her guidance, he put his head on her lap.

"From the first time I saw Aji, I was thinking. Whenever Aji smiled at me, what was Aji thinking? When Azhi talked to me, what was he thinking? Please ask me When singing a lullaby, what was Azhi thinking?"

"I'm always thinking about what Azhi is thinking about, but he doesn't dare to say it easily."

"Because Azhi is a special child in my heart. I worry that Azhi, who always hides himself in front of me, will be offended by my words and leave like this."

Qing Que lowered her eyes, and stroked the young man's cheek with her palm again and again.

She was grieving, genuinely grieving for him.

Osamu Dazai really felt it, and this time, her sadness was caused by him.

"Azhi has never talked about his past, nor has he expressed his thoughts to others. Whenever I see Azhi like this, I always want to touch Azhi's past without authorization."

"I want to know you, I want to tell you my thoughts, and I want to be friends with you."

"But Aji is always rejecting me."

A smile appeared on her face.However, the furrowed eyebrows were telling Dazai that she was sad at this moment.

"I'm a little sad. I feel Azhi's efforts. I feel that Azhi is trying his best to integrate himself, but he always excludes himself unconsciously."

"Aji, always pretending to be wet, just to blend in with everyone."

"But, because of this, I can't get close to Aji..."

Osamu Dazai turned pale suddenly, and looked at Qingque with horror.

He seemed like a bug that had been left in the sun, and the scorching heat scorched him.

His carapace burst open, and the pain of the fire spread all over his body, and his eyes were all white, and he couldn't even move his hands and feet.

Dying, Osamu Dazai is dying.

To die from the heat of the sun, to die from the venom of spiders, to die from the loneliness that is about to be discarded...

"Aji, there's no need to do this." Qingque interrupted Osamu Dazai's thoughts.

Amidst the young man's pale complexion, she smiled softly, "There's no need to do this, Azhi."

"I want to be close to Aji, it's never because of Azhi's wet appearance, and it's never because of Azhi's smile."

"From the first moment I saw Azhi, I have already decided that I will not let him go. No matter what happens, no matter what Azhi looks like, I will never leave him."

"It has nothing to do with Azhi's appearance, it has nothing to do with Azhi's past, and it has nothing to do with whether Azhi pursues death."

"If you tell Azhi tactfully, Azhi can't feel it. Then I'll tell you bluntly, I won't leave you alone, I won't leave you. I won't treat you differently because of the pity you pretended. You will see each other with eyes, and you will not choose to distance yourself because of your excessive intelligence."

Her eyes focused on Dazai's face, looking straight into his eyes.This is the first time that she has shown a tough side, and the first time that her soft face has been dyed with other stronger colors.

However, even though it was such a dazzling color, Dazai felt like he was enveloped by something.

It turned out that it was not a flower.It turned out that it was a lake.

The flowers are beautiful and delicate, and the lake is clear and peaceful.

Osamu Dazai remembered.

The first thing he saw was the lake, a lake that clearly reflected his soul, and it was also a lake that returned all his worries and anxieties to tranquility.

"Aji, I'm going to die..." Dazai grabbed Qingque's hand and covered his face.

"I really want to die, so I'll just die like this," he said.

So be it, die in her arms, drown in this lake, just embrace death like this, and freeze this moment as eternity.

Qing Que let the boy complain coquettishly, silently soothing his messy mood.

The young man's voice was muffled in the palm of his hand, buzzing, and it sounded extremely aggrieved.

He was like a cat complaining about why his master didn't find out that he was hungry sooner.

"Then have a good rest, Azhi. Before falling into a deep sleep, there will be a feeling of lightness." Qingque smiled lightly.

The sadness between the brows melted into a puddle of water and flowed into the brook, taking away all the young man's emotions.

"I want to hear a lullaby."

"sure."

"I want to just sleep like that."

"Then Aji, go and get the quilt."

"I want to sleep with Aque..."

"Well, will it be too crowded?" Qing Que pretended to be distressed and said.

The little boy moved his hands on his face, revealing an aggrieved face, "Ah Que~"

Qing Que didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and lightly pinched his cheek, "Then Ah Zhi, bring your bedding here."

The little boy got the order and immediately set off to get the bedding.

After a while, he came back with the bedding.

The quilt was laid out quickly with his hands and feet, Dazai got into the quilt, pointed to the quilt next to Qingque, "Hurry up, Aji is ready~"

Qing Quejiang turned off the light, and took out the small table lamp and lampshade.

Dots of stars covered the bedroom again, slowly spinning with soft singing.

The leaves that fell in the breeze slowly fell on the surface of the lake, making small ripples.The lake, as clear as a mirror, reflected the entire sky, picking off the clouds that were slowly passing by in the sky, and putting them into the water.

Osamu Dazai nestled under the blanket, looking at the girl beside him.

"A bird."

"Aji can't sleep?"

He carefully stretched out a hand, and then grabbed Qingque's quilt.

"[Three Moment Concept]."

"……what?"

"Ah Queh's book needs [Three Moments of Conception] to complete."

Qingque was silent for a moment, and finally, amidst the uneasiness that the young man was trying to hide, she smiled helplessly.

"Whatever Aji wants to do, just do it. No matter what happens, I will watch Aji."

The boy blinked, looked at her for a long time, and finally closed his eyes.

"Yeah," he said.

The light in the bedroom finally dimmed.

Dazai gradually felt drowsy, and before he lost his mind, he subconsciously grabbed the soft quilt in his hand.

He felt that his body was light and floating, as if he was pillowed on a ball of soft cotton, floating in the air.

"Don't forget to come back, Azhi..."

Amidst this small voice that seemed to be hopeful and blessed, Osamu Dazai fell into a deep sleep.

On the second day, Qingque was awakened by a strange smell.

Suddenly having a bad premonition in her heart, Qing Que hurriedly put on her coat and ran to the kitchen.

Sure enough, the kitchen was a mess!

A chicken head just stood on the cutting board, staring at the blue bird with a pair of unrepentant eyes.Feathers were everywhere, all stained with a strange liquid.

The young man was standing in front of the stove, murmuring words, and throwing unknown ingredients into the pot.

Qing Que clearly saw that the bubbles boiling in the pot were not water, but mush.

"Azhi, what are you doing?" Qingque asked a little confused.

Dazai turned his head, saw Qingque, and immediately raised an incomparably bright and innocent smile, "Of course it's made of vigorous stewed chicken!"

"Energetic... radiant... stewed chicken?" Qing Que repeated the words dryly.

"uh-huh!"

Dazai turned off the stove, took out his gloves and put them on, and then brought the pot in front of Qingque, "Look~ Aji spent a lot of time and energy making this dish, this is specially prepared for slugs~"

Qing Que's gaze moved down, and it was fixed on this pot of dish that was said to be called "vigorous stewed chicken".

The thick and dirty soup seemed to be mud mixed with water, and it could probably be guessed to be a white lump of radish.As Dazai shook the pot, the skinny chicken paws floated up, as if they were the paws of a zombie that just jumped out of the coffin and tried to eat people.

No matter how you look at it, it's the kind of food that takes one bite and you're in heaven.

Qingque recalled the morning after Osamu Dazai arrived at the bookstore and blew up the kitchen.

It's like making poison.

Now, is it cooking?Should it be said that Dazai has a unique talent in cooking, or should it be said that Dazai is proficient in making poison?

"Don't give others nicknames casually. But did you prepare them for Chuya?"

"For this pot of soup, I caught three chickens for experimentation!" Dazai said, "The recipes in the store are really boring."

"The first chicken, after being killed, was found to be too ugly, so it was thrown away. The second chicken had too much hair, and if the little slugs ate it, it might grow taller."

"I've been looking for the third beautiful and bald chicken for a long time!" Osamu Dazai became more and more excited as he talked, but completely forgot to observe the expression of Qingque.

"So, Aji killed two chickens, but because they didn't suit his wishes, he threw them all away, right?"

"Yes~" Dazai smiled brightly.

Then, he saw Qingque's warm smile like a spring breeze.

He is too familiar with this smile.When they met for the first time, when Qing Que hit someone with a feather duster, Qing Que had this expression.

Almost biological instinct, Dazai took a step back a little later, "Azai, I'm going to tidy up the kitchen~"

"Osamu Dazai, wasting food is not a good habit." Qingque said to him with a bright smile.