Has Mr. Shenshang submitted the manuscript today?

It took Shenshangshuo two days to accept the fact that the world was falling apart. It is true that there is no satisfactory food ration, but people still have to live, and there must be substitutes for comfort.

The alternatives are divided into two types, one is to swallow the boring words that don’t match the name, and the other is to learn how to cook by yourself.

After all, Shenshang Shuo didn’t know if he was lucky enough to travel again, and eating compressed biscuits every day would not only make his throat dry and sore, but his soul would also become pale and emaciated. In comparison, if, he meant that if he could “cook”, It looks like it should live a decent life.

He sighed, and muttered to himself, "God Lord, please be more aggressive, God Lord."

However, the cold enough reality directly poured his confidence into the head.The moment he held the pen body, his ambition just now "popped" into a flame, and the reason why he can still sit in front of the desk, showing a difficult idea, is only because he There is nothing else to do.

The body is well fed, not sleepy or hungry, and functioning normally, so the thoughts are firmly locked in the body, sewn in the nerves and cannot move.Shenshang Shuo racked his brains to pull his thoughts to continue to run according to the expected pattern, so the thoughts could only flow reluctantly.

Fortunately, the thoughts that were forced to run have extended to the areas where they should go. Perhaps the "natural color" here is too unique, so he wrote slowly——

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My name is Yoshito Tsutsui, and I am a shadowless monster.

Everyone here has a shadow, a dark mass attached to the neck of the master.On weekdays, the mucus will squirm into spikes, facing the other people brightly, and the dark green fluff at the tip will sweep over other people's skin from time to time, which is the greatest apology, or numbness or pain for a while, clean It's unpleasant trivialities.

But the strange thing is that this kind of apology is often missed by both parties. Their faces are folded into laugh lines, they shook hands with each other, and said apologetic words. After a while, they were next to each other affectionately. Right brother.

But what does this have to do with me?I have no shadow.I secretly pondered.

Yes, without a shadow, I am a waste that cannot protect itself, and it is also a matter of accidental injury from time to time.I can't blame them, it's my own shortcoming, so when they come close to me, I always subconsciously move back, squeeze out a smile and say, "It's nothing, it just swept me when they came close, It doesn’t matter.” Such dry words, fortunately, others don’t seem to mind my lack of language, and they still talk to me intimately, with eyes eagerly looking like a shadow chasing a lover.

Every time at this time, it feels like something sticky sticks to my heart, clutching my heart tightly, making me unable to breathe for a while.

That's weird these people, didn't they hear me?Or forgot again?Or did I misremember?I didn't actually say that?All kinds of suspicions made my heart tighten, and I couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the person in front of me: I forgot to say it, so I'm so sorry.

They said: It's all right.They said: OK, OK.He left with a bang.

But I seemed to have lost the spring in vain, and I fell limp, unable to move a finger.

It hurts.

……

I'm not actually born with a handicap, my parents raised me well, and I definitely remember having a shadow on the back of my neck as a child.Then how did I become disabled the day after tomorrow?Am I doing something wrong?

It should be.At that time, the adults around me often taught me earnestly, "Qingren, be a kind child. Be obedient, don't lie, don't hurt others." A poisonous fool, a rotten wood without enlightenment.

I was often ashamed and humiliated by my evil thoughts. I would be angry when the neighbor's kid asked for a toy, and I would be disgusted by the teasing of my classmates.This is wrong, I told myself, but I am a useless human being, and even if I try to suppress my embarrassing emotions with all my strength, there will always be times when I lose control.However, every time I irresponsibly change my emotions, it is useless for me to even apologize decently, and I may not be able to control myself next time.

Maybe that's why my shadow is gone, after all, who wants a villain to be their master?

I thought to myself, and I became happy again. In this way, those people were completely careless. They have shadows. They must be good boys or upright good people. How could they harbor evil thoughts towards me, a villain? Woolen cloth?I'm such a fool who judges the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain!

I gradually relaxed.

When can I be a good person?When can I get my shadow back?

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Just write it here.

An unspeakable sourness gripped Shenshangshuo's heart tightly. He turned his head and put down the pen in a hurry. The words he had just written seemed to be stained with something clamoring, which made him look backward involuntarily. shortened.

What did I write.

No one will read it.

Kamisami Sakuya shook his head, he happened to be a little hungry, so he took the opportunity to cook some curry rice.Shaking the cold air on his body, he moved slowly towards the kitchen, tapping his fingers unconsciously on the seam of his trousers.

"Sheep" base, Fujiki Rintaro.

"Tsk, what, why did that weirdo beat you up for no reason?" the brown-haired boy frowned, and asked back after hearing a long section of upside-down narratives and vicious revenge plans.

"That's right, this is too strange, Rintaro." The lamb beside him chirped and added.

"What! Doesn't Lian Zhong trust me? Compared to that weirdo, don't even me, the companion of 'Sheep' trust me?" Fujiki Rintaro seemed to be insulted by the sky, and exploded with a "bang" up.

"Okay, okay even if you don't believe me, companion of 'Sheep', but you must believe that the misery, tormented appearance and frostbite I came back that day are real!" trembling voice, as if being caught As if chasing after something, he hastily lifted his sleeves, revealing dark purple scars.

"That's true...but..." Zhongya Nakahara looked at Rintaro's injuries carefully, and he was indeed frozen solidly, and his heart couldn't help but wander.Maybe someone with supernatural powers is really eyeing the "sheep"?

"There is no but! We should pay back a hundred times! This, if this is the case, no one will dare to bully us! Right Chuya!" He seemed to have found some truth, and his tone gradually became arrogant, "Anyway, Zhong is strong enough Well, you said it yourself, you have the strongest 'hand', you will fight back hard, right, Chuya?"

Although Zhongyuan Zhongye still had some hesitation, he still nodded slowly.Let's go and have a look, what if some miscellaneous fish really threaten the lambs?He sighed, no matter what, he would keep the lambs safe.

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God's neighbor is probably a social animal. Every morning, he wriggles naked to catch the bus, and when he comes back at night with a body like a dead dog, it is inevitable that he will look haggard, but these few days are particularly special, even his face. Overwhelmed, he couldn't maintain the minimum expression anymore, he just raised his eyes and rolled a few times to pay tribute.

"Good evening, Mr. Matsudaira, are you back from get off work yet?" Shenshang Shuo murmured, but fortunately, his voice was still clear, and even a slight swallowing managed to attract the young man's attention.

"Ah, it's God Lord. Are you going to take out the trash? It's cold again." He opened and closed his mouth tiredly, and straightened his body a little.

"Yes, the temperature in Yokohama has indeed dropped a lot these days."

"Then take good care of yourself, God Lord."

"Thank you for your concern, you should take good care of yourself too."

Mr. Matsudaira paused, he wasn't sure if the boy in front of him saw something, but, but at this time, even if there was only one person to talk to, he really——was going to be overwhelmed.

The above is the reason why Mr. Matsudaira is a guest.

God didn't know if he did something wrong, he felt that he was very strange today, as if someone else controlled his body and acted in a completely opposite way.He shivered slightly, nestling in the cushion, holding hot tea and listening to the ramblings of the man in front of him.

It's not a special story. The publishing house doesn't have bestsellers, so it can only reduce expenses by laying off employees. The man in front of him, whether it's unfortunate or lacking in talent, is about to become a victim of innovation.

So that's the case, God thought to himself, no wonder he came back a whole hour earlier today, according to normal, he would never meet Mr. Matsudaira when he went out to take out the garbage.

"The world is not easy, Mr. Matsudaira."

"Yes—ah, the world is not easy." The withered man muttered, obviously swallowed tea, but acted like he was gulping down strong alcohol, and even deceived his own nerves—he looked really good. It's no different than a drunkard.

"Mr. Matsudaira, do you have any plans?"

"Plan, what other plans are there!" He shook his two bloated fingers, and babbled a few words, "I can't do it anymore! Go back to my hometown!"

"It's better to save it." It's strange that in such an atmosphere, the gods have calmed down, and even faintly worried about the true feelings of the people in front of them.

"I can't help it. All the good seedlings have been robbed, and those with gold pens don't look down on editors like us." Mr. Songping chuckled, paralyzed on the back of the chair, squinting at God, Said in an outsider's tone.

Human beings are strange enough creatures. They can empathize with strangers and cry bitterly, or they can leave their current situation far away and describe themselves with a kind of utter coldness. .

But Mr. Matsudaira in front of him couldn't wait for him to continue thinking. Now he is like a bow that has been stretched to the extreme, and he has begun to relax by tearing himself in a masochistic manner.

Shen Shang hastily opened his mouth, although the sentence still seemed to be stuck in his mouth, "I said, I mean, if, Matsudaira-san would like to read my novel."

I really found a very bad interface, and I even suspected of taking advantage of others. God was worried, but just now, he thought carefully, if I didn't open my mouth, I would definitely regret it.

Mr. Matsudaira did not fly into a rage as he imagined, he didn't seem to hear clearly, after waiting for the words to circle in his mind, he seemed to react, and stretched out his hand tremblingly, "Look - look ah."