[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

"You try this set of clothes." Putting the bag in his hand into the opponent's arms, Nakahara Zhong also whispered.

Opening the bag, it was a set of clothes - neatly folded black suit pants and jacket, as well as a white shirt and a gray vest.I unfolded it and took a look. It fits my size very well, probably custom-made clothes.

"Yeah." Nodding slightly in response, he lowered his eyes, walked to the side of the sofa and turned his back, Tsushima began to change his clothes.

Subconsciously, he looked away, and belatedly remembered that the other party was of the same sex. The brown-haired man clicked his lips, and secretly turned back to take a glance.

......too skinny.

What came into view was the child's thin and well-defined body, as well as the faint scars on his body that seemed to have passed for a long time.

Putting the long coat on slowly, stretching out her round fingers, smoothing the collar.

It's obviously a slightly mature attire, but it's not too abrupt on the gray-haired kid, and it's very suitable.Instead, it adds a bit of elegance and sophistication.

"Okay." Turning around, Tsushima said calmly.

"...It suits you very well." Looking up and down a few times, he stretched out his black gloved hand, and the man lightly touched the other's neck. "By the way, is the wound okay?"

Blinking his eyes, he realized that it was a strangle mark on his neck from an attempted suicide. He fastened a section of the bandage with his fingers, tore it off and pulled it off, and touched his neck, "...it should be fine." After feeling it for a while, Sure there is nothing serious, Tsushima silently replied.

"Oh." Gently touched the child's delicate skin with his fingertips, the original bruises had almost healed by now, only the faint red marks that were almost invisible.

After hesitating for a long time, he seemed to have made up his mind, "This...for you." He whispered, and Nakahara Zhong also untied the choker around his neck.

"This is a gift for you to join...Hong Kong Hei." Flicking his fingers, carefully adjusting the tightness, he tied the collar around the other's neck.

The black eyes drooped, containing unknown emotions.With his lips pursed slightly, Tsushima raised his arm and lightly touched the belt around his neck with his fingertips.There was still a faint body temperature from the former owner on the collar, and for no reason, accompanied by the heartbeat, there was an indescribable strange emotion from the chest.

Seeing that the other person's expression hadn't changed and he hadn't spoken for a long time, the brown-haired man scratched the back of his head and said awkwardly, "Do you not like it?"

Nodding slightly, enduring the strange soreness in his heart, Tsushima moved his lips, and replied dryly: "...Thank you."

"...Don't commit suicide in the future." Looking at the other party's silence, the blue pupils seemed to have thought of something, and they were stained with depression.

"If you have something unhappy, you can talk to me." Organized the words, clumsily thinking about the words of persuasion, "I will work with you to find a way... um." Cold sweat oozes from the forehead, Zhong Yuanzhong He also frowned anxiously.

Ha... I'm not good at teaching children.

Someone complained helplessly in his heart.

Why do you care about me so much? It's obviously just a tool.

His empty eyes widened in confusion, and black anxiety rolled stickily on his chest.

"...Why did you say such things to me?" The calm disguise was removed, revealing the inside, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, the gray-haired child softly spit out gloomy words, "The mafia is Are you so kind?"

"...It's not like this." Surprised by the other party's sudden change of attitude, Wei Wei was stunned for a few seconds, then pressed the hat on his head, and Zhong Yuanzhong also said seriously: "I just want to You... just be a little happier, that's all."

Obviously, you yearn for tenderness more than anyone else, but when happiness approaches you, you run away in fear as if you saw a scourge.To escape violent ecstasy in order to avoid a sad ending...it is not right.

Dazai Osamu...so is this stinky brat, all of them are out of their minds--is it because they have worked so hard to come into this world to live in pain?

I can't figure it out, and I can't understand it.

"What are you afraid of."

Seeing the traces of the child's loose attitude, he continued to say firmly in a crisp voice: "You are my responsibility, so I will protect you, that's all."

A broad palm touched Tsushima's little gray hair and patted it.

"...Even a monster can get tender love." He opened his mouth helplessly, sweat condensed into water droplets and slid down the tip of his nose, and his trembling voice melted into the air. "Even a monster, can he be allowed to live?" Tsushima murmured with difficulty, holding his fingers nervously.

"Huh—?" raised his eyebrows, felt the slight tremor of the opponent's body through the palm of his hand, and Zhong Yuanzhong also sighed complicatedly, "So what."

"As long as you want to live, you can live."

Awful.

Huddled on the sofa in the chief's room, embraced his knees, buried his face in the crook of his arms, and let out a long sigh.

Obviously already accustomed to loneliness and pain, but hearing the words of concern from others, the strong shell collapsed at this moment, and the torrent of sadness that came from nowhere instantly wrapped and submerged the fragile heart.

So painful.

But it's so warm.

"What's the matter, why didn't you talk today." With a somewhat strange tone, a familiar voice sounded in his head.

"It's nothing." After silently answering the other party's words in his heart, Tsushima hugged his knees even more tightly, "Chuya Nakahara...what kind of person is he?"

"Nakahara Chuya?" Dirty repeated the name "Stupid one."

"Well~ I think he is a very well-behaved child." With a soft smile, the golden Yasha gently described his opinion, "Zhong is also a very upright human being."

"In terms of strength...he is indeed the strongest among human beings." Recalling the memory, Rashomon's hoarse voice echoed in the spiritual space.

Quietly raising his head, looking at the man sitting at the desk, frowning, burying his head in flipping through the documents, Tsushima bit his lower lip with his canine teeth.

"Huh?" Sensing the gaze of others keenly, Chuya quickly looked at the source of the gaze.

"...!" Hastily lowered his head, Tsushima hurriedly resumed the ostrich posture just now, pretending nothing happened.

Confused, he narrowed his eyes, squeezed the space between his brows, and got up from the chair. The brown-haired man walked to the sofa and squatted down, "What's the matter?" As if he was afraid of scaring the other party, he lowered his tone.

Looking at the self-closing action of the other party burying his head in the crook of his arm, it is rare for him to have a bad taste. He took a deep breath, and suddenly blew into the child's leaking ear.

"!" Subconsciously opened his palms to cover his ears, and then saw the man in front of him with a smirk.Tsushima pursed his lips expressionlessly.

"Speak." Folding his arms, Zhong Yuan Zhong also said word by word: "If you don't speak, I can't guess what you mean." I don't have the brain of a detective, and I know everything at a glance.

"...I'm hungry." After a long while, a murmur as thin as a mosquito sounded quietly.

"Very good." Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded, "What do you want to eat?"

"delicious."

"..." What kind of answer is this?

The author has something to say: When writing the article, Vision put a collar on the cat jpg.