[Wen Ye] Dazai so you cry too

The author has something to say: "Memoirs of a Geisha" is very suitable for my daughter's character creation.

After all, the current Mr. Dazai jumped across the river with a geisha.

Perhaps the geisha is very suitable for his needs for aesthetics and spiritual world.I always feel that they have a lot in common.But the heroine of this article is not a geisha.

I saw Azhi again, when I was sitting on the lap of the slum boss, and he was bound and kneeling on the ground, enduring people's punching and kicking.

You really have no pity, such a beautiful and delicate face is willing to hurt.If it were me, I wouldn't hurt that face anyway.

Thinking of this, I looked up at the slack face.The owner of that face smiled at me gently, like a normal old man smiling at a junior.

But I know that his cloudy eyes are full of dirty sex.He sees me as a real woman.

The hobby of the slum boss is something that everyone here understands very well.

My father sent me to that limousine probably because he had the idea of ​​recycling waste.

My mother was an aging geisha.In this lawless place neglected by the government, those old and dusty things are taken out of the box again.That layer of dust is blown off, revealing their splendor and sunlit shadows.

Mother didn't want me to disappear behind the snow-white mask and bright red lips.But she is a weak vine, and can only live by clinging to the big tree of her father.

Geisha is the only art in this lost city, and everything is decadent except for its gorgeous appearance.

The beauty is attached to the pain, people give you the decency you want, but you have to endure the blood oozing from your fingers, sitting, standing and lying down are all painful torments.

Mother handed over to me all her means of welcoming guests.To attract a person, whether it is a man or a woman, you must maintain your own independence and do not deliberately flatter.No one is a real fool, the real fool is the happiest person.

I always thought that at the best moment, I would hold my father's hand and walk into that bustling land full of shadows.

From then on, watching the flowers bloom and fall, only the clouds floating in the courtyard are the company.In the end, like my mother, it's all about being popular and giving.In the end, a roll of straw mat was driven out of the only shelter.

But in the end, I was left under this sky, using the things my mother gave me to survive.

I lie on top of the person I want to cling to and whisper to him, "Yesterday was me because he wanted to..."

My words are only half the story, the rest is left to the imagination.Tears rolled down my eyes, and I curled up in his arms, as if he was my only support.

"Stop, it's not him."

He spoke, weak but extraordinarily useful in this room.

You see, he really stopped.This is power, an intangible thing that works exceptionally well.People chase it blindly, but it is only willing to glance at the person it likes, and then turn away mercilessly.

I found that Azhi glanced at me, his black eyes were as beautiful as a stream caressed by the moonlight.

Run and stop looking at me.No one will save you in the future, no one is the hero of the other party, you only have yourself in this world.

When I saw Azhi again, it was in a heavy rainstorm.

I ran and finally found a station where I could take shelter from the rain. That day was the first time I walked out of the slums.

Azhi ran over from a distance and stood by my side.The rain wet his clothes, and the white shirt was clinging to his skin, which was unobstructed.Perhaps in order to survive, his body not only has scars but also thin muscles.

Seeing the skin like orange peel every day, now seeing such delicate and translucent powder, there is actually a red tide.

"Why are you helping me?" He didn't look at me but kept looking at Yu when he spoke.

Yes, the rain is much cleaner than me.Even if it has become filthy under the catalysis of the industrial age, how can its filth compare to mine?This kind of dirt will not be washed clean.

I remember this being my response, "I smashed the truth".

"Sooner or later a hero will die"

Now that I think about it, this is one of his few good intentions.Aji, you are such a bad person!

"He won't hurt me, but he will kill you. Why bleed when you can have no blood?"

Bleeding is a very troublesome thing, requiring waste of manpower to clean and bury it.If it is not cleaned, it will continue to bleed.It's a vicious cycle.

Why bother when there's an easy fix?It's just pity that my father can't get good fertilizer.