Personality was once a disqualification in the world[Comprehensive]

Before starting, Osamu Dazai made a phone call.

There is something wrong with this seat.

Osamu Dazai sat in the middle, and the father and son sat on either side.

"Not hungry?" Seeing that neither of them moved their chopsticks, she asked back.

The two eyes crossed for a moment, and they moved to the dishes on the table together.

Wow, super silly.

There is absolutely no awareness that the parties involved have caused this situation.

The so-called eating without talking and sleeping without talking, the dining table of the three people was extremely silent - as long as the sound of the only woman knocking on the table for various reasons was excluded.

"Thank you for the hospitality." The woman joined hands.Then she held a hot teacup and lazily leaned on the back of the sofa again.

Hong Jiaodong returned to the room without saying a word, and closed the door tightly.

"Why is it different from what you said?" She held her chin, her face was full of sleepiness, "It seems that I'm super-unpopular."

"No." Hong Yansi's eyes, which seemed small compared to his body, shifted a few angles, "Why did you come here suddenly? If you let me know in advance—"

Osamu Dazai curled his lips, "Accident, accident." Then she laughed again, leaning back and forth, "It's super funny to see your surprised expressions!"

This is obviously already a high degree of bad taste.

She had a serious face, "I hope there is less salt in the tofu, the rest are fine."

The doorbell rang, and Osamu Dazai said, "Someone is here to pick me up, goodbye!"

Hong Yanji: "Are you here for a meal and nothing else?" No matter how cruel the image is, it can't stop the man from expressing his full of doubts on his face.

Is his house a food house?

"Hey - stop by, just have a meal." She skillfully opened the shoe cabinet and pulled out a pair of high-heeled shoes, "Do you have a fetish? My shoes more than ten years ago were super clean. Although The style is super old."

Hong Yansi felt distressed and didn't want to speak.

She slips on her shoes quickly - thanks to this body that has stopped in time, there is nothing wrong with them.Maybe it's a benefit but it pales in comparison to the desperate darkness that even the act of suicide can't match.

When she opened the door, the white-haired boy was waiting with his mouth pursed.

"Teacher." He showed an expression as if he was about to cry.

The woman patted his head, "No tissues, hold back."

Atsushi Nakajima pursed his lips.

At this moment, the man just walked over and met the white-haired boy.

This is a Hong Yansi who doesn't know the relationship between the two adoptive mothers and sons.

Atsushi Nakajima screamed in his heart: Appeared, the most difficult man on the teacher's list! The brief confrontation before made his scalp tingle, he looked at the teacher, then at the man, and the shadow behind him instantly became smaller .It was as if he had been crushed by air.

"First, sir."

He wanted to pull the teacher away on the spot.However, women seem to be at ease.

There is indeed some unspeakable special relationship between these two people.Atsushi Nakajima, who embarked on the road of protecting his father because of a special experience, felt that he almost understood the routine between men and women.

Hong Jiaodong came out of the room and planned to go to the bottle of yogurt in the refrigerator. By the way, he wanted to see who the third voice was from the door.

White half-length hair, golden and purple mixed eyes, and a slender figure.

It is a classmate, but also a deeper existence.

The white-haired boy's eyes were erratic. When he noticed a strange line of sight and paid attention to him, he immediately looked back with his super advanced reflex ability.

It doesn't matter if you don't see it, you'll be shocked when you see it.

It seems that he is the father of classmate Hong...

Having an improper relationship with the teacher...

Those eyes from indifferent classmates, that's a warm and sad story composed of parents and children.

His instinct told him he couldn't stay here for long.

I'm sorry teacher, "Then teacher, I'll go first." He bowed deeply, turned 180 degrees stiffly, and planned to leave this huge house-it took a lot of courage for him to come in.

After three years in the slums, even the house at No. 4 Holly Road would have screamed out loud.

Very embarrassing.

Yes, not so long ago—at least according to the time on their family calendar and clock—he disappeared for two full days.During these two days, he went to a different world and spent three years there.And in the slums.

As a novelist's assistant, Atsushi Nakajima, who has read many kinds of reincarnation texts and time-traveling texts, immediately realized that there might be something wonderful about him. After all, most of the people who can get time-traveling treatment are the protagonists.But when he felt all the pockets on his body, he found that the only extra thing on his body was a book.

A... blank book.

At first, Atsushi Nakajima still believed that there was something mysterious in it, but when he turned the blank book over and over again, he found that it was just a blank book.

Desperate to cry.

Anyway, give me a novel.

Novels are the spiritual food of a bookworm.

Is giving him a blank paper book to let him create on it?

But his only skill is dealing with words, not writing novels... After all, he is not a real author.

What was even more unfortunate was that the book was snatched away by a child in the slum before he was warming it up in his hand.In order to get back the blank paper book that seems useless but may actually be useful, Atsushi Nakajima sacrificed his last and only chocolate bar.

Then live a life of hunger.

Super miserable.

After wandering around in another world for three years and working as a babysitter for three years, he suddenly returned to No. 4 Dongqing Road.When Atsushi Nakajima saw those familiar tables, chairs and decorations, he almost cried out of emotion.After resting for about a quarter of an hour, a series of fatal calls from the teacher woke him up from his short sleep.

The content of the call was to ask him to pick up someone in a place.The person who picked him up was naturally Dazai himself.

At that time, there were only the shadows of street lamps on the road, and few pedestrians were seen.Atsushi Nakajima had no choice but to run to the street to hail a taxi and report the address that sounded super cool.

It turns out that the house is even cooler.

What kind of rich people can live in such a big house...Compared with the slums——

Most likely it was the slums that left a deep impression on him, and every time he thinks about it, the dilapidated afterimages always come to his mind.Skinny bodies, children who don't have enough to eat, men and women who are addicted to alcohol and drugs.

is it hell on earth

He rang the doorbell in a daze, and then saw a familiar person.Not just one, but three.

Atsushi Nakajima felt that this was not the right occasion for him to appear, and his slow-moving little brain demanded that he get out of the house immediately and go home alone.

Some devils, however, will not let others go.

Take Dazai for example.

The woman patted him on the shoulder, "Come on, say goodbye before we go."

Oh fuck.

He is not a person who likes to swear, he is not even a person who has not sweared.

Oh fuck.this is life.

I don't know what mistakes I made in life, this word keeps appearing in everyone's mouth recently.

The white-haired boy turned around with obvious desperation, "...bye sir."

A greater cruelty hit the face immediately. "Sir" only heard the woman say contemptuously, "It's more reasonable to call him uncle... um—forget it." She shook her head self-consciously again.

Atsushi Nakajima sighed inwardly.

Fortunately.

if not……

Why does life torture him? It's an innocent kitten.

"Goodbye." Hong Jiaodong flapped his lips and said lightly in that frigid tone.

Tomorrow is Monday.

Goodbye really.

Oh shit.

No. 4 Dongqing Road, brightly lit.

"So the teacher has such a fantastic experience?" When he heard that Osamu Dazai suddenly appeared on a wasteland during those two magical days, the boy's voice was no different from screaming.

He originally thought that his rhetoric would not pass the test in front of the teacher.After all, he is a novelist who has never seen any fantasy scenes (only limited to novels).

"So you're in the ghetto?"

"Super pathetic."

"you?"

"The people there." The boy slumped his shoulders, "the men would do anything mean, the women would have their breasts sagging on their bellies, and the kids would fight over a chocolate bar. "

Osamu Dazai watched his assistant, his adopted son, and his student in the light of the chandelier.

"Didn't you already know it? Although the place is different."

Compassion for the situation of others, self-pity for the hell we are in, and self-destructive tenderness.

Eight years ago, the orphanage in Yokohama.

Shuji Tsushima meets Atsushi Nakajima.

The author has something to say: Although there is no name, we all know that the person who lives in the poor street is Akutagawa Ryunosuke (bu). By the way, please pay attention to the protagonist column and title.

Then...then there is a very (xx) plot that I set up so that I will never change it.

Also, I just learned about the meaning of no cp (it turns out that no cp means no object or no active, passive emotion and ambiguity), and then I read Mrs. Baishatang’s article, it’s so beautiful (crying), and then I was a little, just I kind of hate my daddy.You just think that Dad Hong in my article is from the parallel world of ooc, ok?After all there is only one cub(.)

Ask for a duck! ! !