[Wen Ye] Ghosts and Notes

Turning over from the bed, he raised his wrist to block the sunlight from the gap in the curtains.

Rubbing the hair that had become a little messy due to sleep, he hastily smoothed it out with his fingers a few times. The boy slowly sat up and picked up the phone that was ringing to wake him up.

"Teacher, I'm here... the editor brought you letters from readers. I took the liberty to read through them. There are no radical letters, so...do you want to read them?"

A familiar voice came from the phone, squinting his eyes, Tsushima yawned, "Yes." He spoke nasally with a hoarse voice that had just woken up.

"Ah, is the teacher sleeping? I'm sorry..."

"It's ok."

"I'll give it to the teacher. I just want to go out too. Where does the teacher live?"

Looking up at the house number of the room, Tsushima reported a series of addresses.

He rejected someone's suggestion to live in the Hong Kong and Hei Building on the grounds that he was "unaccustomed to staying", so Mori Ogai temporarily arranged for himself a hotel under the Hong Kong and Hei's banner, and let himself move there after finding a suitable place.

He picked up the hotel phone, talked to the front desk, squatted on the chair, wrapped his arms around his curled legs, and waited quietly for the other party's arrival.

The door was knocked, "I'm sorry, I was delayed on the road." Holding the handbag full of letters, the middle-aged man dripped sweat on his forehead.

Taking the wet wipes that the other party handed to him thoughtfully, Shanrong tore off the package and wiped his face, sighing: "As expected of a teacher, there are so many letters for the first time you submit a manuscript."

Holding the heavy handbag, as if he didn't believe that he would be so welcomed, the gray-haired boy showed a dazed expression.

After hesitating for a while, he finally mustered up his courage, picked up a stack of letters, opened them, and read the words on the letter paper.

[Although Teacher Yandao’s article is very sad, it gave me a very real feeling, as if... I was comforted. ]

[Being out of the track of positive values ​​of the public... Viewing the world from a unique perspective makes people feel more profound. ]

[Although a little pessimistic, but the teacher is really a very gentle person. ]

[I like the teacher's words very much. Compared with those clichéd principles, the teacher's words can make me deeply reflect on myself and clearly realize my own shortcomings and selfishness. ]

"..." His cheeks were flushed, his ears were slightly red, and Tsushima was at a loss when he read the letters of praise from readers.

"Haha, Teacher Yandao is shy." Looking at the young man's embarrassed expression, the man scratched the back of his head and smiled happily, "Oh, yes, this is the manuscript fee, and it is brought to you by the way."

"Here I am. I will pay you for the mobile phone." Raising his chin, the boy pointed to the white mobile phone on the table.

Sensing the resolute refusal of the other party, Shan Rong put the envelope containing the money back into his pocket as he was embarrassed to push, "...you are welcome, teacher." After a pause, a tentative voice sounded "Speaking of which, does the teacher have any desire to continue writing?"

"Ah." Blinking, the gray-haired boy snorted suspiciously.

"The editor wants to turn this short story into a serial. I don't know if the teacher has it... It doesn't matter if you refuse. The teacher can also write some other new articles."

"..." After a long silence, under the man's pleading eyes, Tsushima sighed, "Yes."

As soon as the words fell, the palm of the hand pulled the chair away, picked up the pen inserted in the pen holder, and started to write quickly on the draft paper on the hotel table.

"Once someone asks me what I want, and suddenly I don't want anything. It doesn't matter what it is, there can't be anything that makes me happy—the thought just crossed my mind."

"I know that someone loves me, but I seem to lack the ability to love. That's right, I don't even love myself, how can I love others... But I still want to try to learn to love, It's ridiculous."

"..."

"Because of cowardice, escape from life, and through non-resistance give birth to pride in the darkest sinking. Because of pride, you do not choose life, so you reject crude optimism."

"If you want to ask people why they want to live, it is probably to live. The reason for living is that there is no reason, because there is no reason, so you have to live to find a reason. However, most people, until the end of their lives, have not found a reason. That’s why I thought of finding meaning in death.”

"..."

"I miss you. No matter who says this to me, I can't help but want to cry. It's so good to be missed."

"..."

"Open my eyes, wake up, turn over and get out of bed, and I became the original funny character who is good at disguising. Cowards are afraid of happiness, they will get hurt when they touch cotton, and sometimes they will be hurt by happiness. Before I get hurt, I wanted to part ways quickly like this, so I ran away silently."

"Everyone is suffering, whether it's you or me. I've long since lost the desire to tell this pain -- no matter what, no one will like me anyway. But... I But I still hope that someone will listen to my sorrow in a whimsical way.”

"..."

"Can even a monster receive tender love? Can I really become someone strong enough to save others...?"

"..."

"—I like you, can you say "I like you too" to me? Well, just kidding, please don't fall in love with me... because I can't return the same love to you. I I want you to be happy, but I'm a despicable guy who can't give you enough love. I can't make people happy. In fact, as long as I look at your smile, I'm satisfied. This is the whole meaning of my existence. .”

"The moon meets the clouds, the flowers meet the wind, the night is beautiful tonight, I miss you again."

After writing about three or four pages, shaking the paper and letting the wind dry the ink, Tsushima handed over the manuscript and said, "Okay."

"The teacher writes very quickly."

"Because I'm just writing out my feelings, there's no need to waste my energy." Fingers stroked the ink stuck to their fingertips, and their black eyes closed slightly.

"So, what's the point of calling me here?" Tugging the tie around his neck, hating the feeling of being restrained, Tsushima tore it off unhappily, and threw it aside like trash.

Smilingly, he picked up the black tie that had fallen on the carpet, and gently refastened the tie on the boy with his white-gloved hands—but deliberately loosened it a lot. "Tsushima-kun, please be patient."

Putting on the long black coat handed to him by the subordinate next to him, he frowned, and finally put it on reluctantly.

Putting the red scarf on the sofa over his shoulders, seeing Mori Ogai patiently arranging his clothes, Tsushima pursed his lips and turned his head to the side.

"Boss, I'm coming in, this is today's task...haha——" Looking at the scene in front of him, a desperate roar came out of his throat instinctively, "You bloody mackerel, how dare you return... ...Ah." The blue eyes met the surprised gaze of the young man, and he was stunned belatedly.

A few seconds later, the brown-haired man coughed in embarrassment, "...Sorry, I admitted the wrong person."

"This is Tsushima-kun, from now on I will be my companion." Patting the shoulder of the young man beside him, Mori Ogai raised the corner of his mouth.

"Ah...oh." Pressing the hat, he quietly looked at the small boy, his eyes stayed on the other's delicate face for a while, and then silently moved away.

"Ah, why don't we put Tsushima under Zhongyuan-kun's hands~" the ending sound was lengthened, "Because it seems that Tsushima-kun likes you very much." Feeling the stiffness of the body under his hands, the boss of the port mafia revealed A tacit smile.

"...Yes." He opened and closed his mouth up and down, and finally swallowed what he wanted to say with difficulty, and Zhongyuan Zhong also responded in a low voice, expressing his response.

"Rin Taro~ Do I look good in this dress?" A cheerful voice interrupted the quiet atmosphere, and a golden figure ran out from behind the curtain.

"It's so beautiful, my lovely Alice~"

Seeing the disappearing figures of Tsushima and Chuya and the slowly closing door, Mori Ogai was lost in thought.

Is there no "elimination" ability... It seems that it really has nothing to do with Dazai-kun?

When Alice ran towards her just now, her body "inadvertently" brushed against the boy's wrist.

"Idiot, idiot!! What if I really disappear!!" Pounding the man's back angrily, the girl shouted angrily.

"Haha, sorry sorry, Alice..."

"What's the matter?" Noticing the boy's slightly pale face, he stopped, and Zhong Yuan Zhong also said with some worry, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"...Nothing, maybe hypoglycemia."

"Oh." Turning around, as if thinking about something, the brown-haired man put his hand in his pocket and took out something. "Is this okay? Need me for a while..." In the palm of his hand is a mint sugar.

"No, thank you." Tsushima shook his head after taking the green candy.

In fact, I just noticed Mori Ogai's strategy, because I don't want the other party to know my ability for the time being... So, the moment Alice ran over, I quietly used the "book" to disconnect "myself" from this world connection.

Then, before the body collapsed, it was urgently reconnected.

It can be regarded as... I really experienced the feeling of a death.

Feeling the palpitations and tremors coming from his chest, Tsushima worked hard to calm his breathing and relieve his physical discomfort.

The author has something to say: I originally wanted to save the manuscript, but I quickly pressed my hand to publish it. It doesn’t matter. Anyway, there are only so many in total. I read it early and late (sigh)

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It still includes part of "Disqualification in the World", plus the content of the article written by myself.

It's a disqualification!I added disqualification (dementia jpg)