[Wen Ye] Dazai so you cry too

The position of ghetto boss is always alternating, and no one can last long in that chair.When the time is up, you will step down and we will sing.

I went home after a long absence, and a strong man sat on that chair, and that orange peel was made into the worst kind of fertilizer by my father.

The new boss, who is not close to women, has no special hobbies.Unrest was brewing throughout the slums, for such a person would bring unforeseen disaster.

Soon, he organized medical examinations for minors throughout the slums.

As soon as you think about it, you can tell that this must be a conspiracy.My father knew it clearly, so he still took my hand and sent me into another abyss.

The new boss of the human trafficker is using the entire slum as a private piglet farm, and our little pigs are about to see their goods.

One of the older children offered to run away, an act of leadership that must have had a lot of support.People who are stuck in the quagmire always blindly believe that someone will save them and grasp the unattainable hope.

This kind of heroic behavior will only be crushed by the real strong and lose its meaning of existence.

Although I thought so in my heart, I still followed, hiding in the crowd.After all, people are creatures of the herd, and if they lose the protection of the collective, they lose hope of survival.

As expected, I found Azhi in the crowd.This kind of appearance is very popular with those ladies and wives, even those noble people with special hobbies.

With a bang, the 30-year-old building collapsed.

I hid in the corner, covered my head with my hands, and closed my eyes.

When the outside world calmed down, I opened my eyes, and it was pitch black.I feel a void, like I'm putting on my mother's make-up for the first time and butterfly-walking out the door.But there is no one on the street, only the sun still shines on the land. .

I felt a breathing sound beside me, but there was no other sound.He didn't move and I didn't move, we kept our original posture, as if we could ignore each other's existence.

After my eyes got used to the darkness, I realized that there was a boy lying beside me. He was Azhi.

If it wasn't for the fact that the sound of breathing became so obvious in the small space, I might have felt that Azhi had turned into a corpse.

He just lay there with his arms crossed across his chest and his legs straight.

I have seen this kind of posture before, my weak mother was lying under the garden of my house like this.

The father did not use such a rough tool as a shovel. He sprinkled the dirt on the mother's face with his own hands.Until we can no longer see her face, and that gorgeous oiran dress.

The mother wore a proof that she had been gorgeous, and was painted by the father in an exquisite geisha outfit.Jewels adorned her hair, and her neck was as beautiful as the swan's death.With a smile on her face, she finally embraced the dark world.

On the fertile soil on her body, her father planted the most inconspicuous mint.

At this time, he, who despised flower language, actually used flower language.On the most fertile land in this slum, grow mint with no commercial value.

[Love That Never Dies]

That's sad, congrats to your mother for finally reaping that happiness after death.

My mother always said that men only considered geishas as half-wives, their mistresses at night.She has endured so much hardship and faced a difficult life with incomparable courage, just for that love.That was the happiness she had been looking for, her only treasure.

I scoff at that notion, I'm not going to stop for a man or anyone.

happiness?It's just an empty head, it's just a belief to survive.Weak people hide it, and at the same time hide their weakness.

Azhi has been pursuing death from the very beginning, and has been pursuing it until now. I really admire his perseverance.

But that's his belief too, isn't it?He is weak and so am I.