[Wen Ye] Do caged birds dream of butterflies?

"[Wen Ye] Do caged birds dream of butterflies? "Author: deruca

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You crossed.

Because I have seen the whole series of "Tomie" by Mr. Junji Ito, I am well adapted to the fact that I became Tomie through time travel.

Since I haven't seen Mr. Asagiri Kafka's "Bungo Stray Dogs", I was surprised by Mori Ogai wearing a white coat in Yokohama.

Then you meet Osamu Dazai of this world.

Your story begins here.

***

This is the story of a boy who was obsessed with suicide and a girl who came back from the dead.

This is a story between a coward who is afraid of happiness and a monster made of love.

Did the caged bird dream of a butterfly today?

Conventional Reading Warnings

*Primary second person.Direction.The full text is released.

*Same as the script, the heroine wears Fu Jiang, and CP Hei Shizai.

*Maybe OOC maybe Ray.The author's aesthetics is still 10 years ago, and it is purely written for myself. If you feel any discomfort, please don't tell me, please click X to escape at any time.

*The original work follows the original work, the important things are said three times, the main novel, the contradiction between the animation and the novel setting follow the novel plot.

*There is a reference to the original text, and the reference will be marked in each chapter.

*Yes, I am writing again after being missing for 7 years.

Content label: Wenye

Search keywords: Protagonist: Tomie (Janzuki Mikawa) Dazai┃Supporting role: Mori Ogai┃Others:

One-sentence introduction: a love story rolling in black mud (probably

Intention: Dedicated to the three-dimensional Dazai teacher who swollen my face

01

Morscerta, horaincerta—a death that is certain, but not a certain time. (Latin proverb)

When you first met that Dr. Sen, you just finished writing this sentence on the manuscript paper.

It seems quite philosophical.But it's really just a sentence you see on a player's back tattoo at a football game when you occasionally switch channels while eating.You have no interest in football, you don't know what team this player is called, and you don't even pay attention to whether the game you glimpsed is live or broadcast.As for the meaning of this sentence and the fact that it is not in English but in ancient Latin, you still look it up on the Internet.

So of course, the reason why you think of writing this esoteric and seemingly philosophical sentence on the manuscript paper is not because it gave you any feeling or inspiration.

You just think this sentence looks very handsome - the reason why you don't say it sounds good is because you can't read this ancient Latin for granted.

Well, that's right, it's just because of the reason of "seems to be handsome", that's all - it's like a little boy likes to read aloud the big tricks of the male protagonist of the shonen manga when he is playing.

***

Your name is Fu Jiang, named after your adoptive father.Supposedly it's because your mother was also named that.He is 13 years old and lives in Yokohama, Japan with his adoptive father.There is a tear mole under the left eye, as if she came out of "Grimm's Fairy Tales", a magical beautiful girl with black hair like ebony, skin like snow and red lips like blood.

The adoptive father was a reclusive, thin, middle-aged man with pale skin, a hoarse voice, deeply sunken cheeks and eyes, and even when he moved, he looked like a skeleton covered in layers of skin, lifeless.Only the pupils in the sunken eye sockets always exude a sickly and frenzied light when they see you.

He is very rich, and other than not letting you go out, he is obedient to you.Buy you the most beautiful and expensive dresses, prepare the most delicate and delicious food, and are willing to fulfill your every wish, listening to your voice like an oracle.If you ignore him for a long time, he will tear his hair and howl miserably, or curl up on the ground, like a mad dog with a broken spine, reaching out and trying to grab your skirt.

"Fu Jiang...look at me! Talk to me! Fu Jiang...Fu Jiang...Fu Jiang!"

Scenes like this happen every few days, and the intervals get shorter and shorter as you get older.He is undoubtedly sick, but you don't hate him, you just feel sorry for him.In fact, you can control your "trait" after the age of ten.But the fanaticism of the adoptive father did not get better because of this, but intensified.

It’s hopeless, just drag it out and bury it—this phrase flashed through your mind.But after thinking about it for a while, you decide that saying that to your poor adoptive father is too unfeeling, so you decide to change it to "You'll never wake a man who pretends to be asleep".

At this moment you already know his ending.You know, he's done.

Because you have seen "Fu Jiang" by Junji Ito.Have seen the whole series.

You are a time traveler.

***

The adoptive father who couldn't wake up died soon as you expected.One day at dinner, he suddenly pulled out a fruit knife from his sleeve and stabbed you without warning.

Sudden cardiac death.

But your arm was still cut with a paring knife.The blood not only sticks to the overturned chair, your clothes on the blade, but spills on the ground.You have to clean them up bit by bit.

You worked all night to take back all the spilled blood into your body, and even dug out the luminol reagent in the basement in order not to let any fish slip through the net.When the sun shines through the window, the thoroughly cleaned living room is so spotless that it glistens, and you are sweating profusely, and finally breathe a sigh of relief.

In this way, you don't have to worry about mushrooms with the same face as yours growing in the living room during the rainy season.

As long as Fu Jiang has one, it is enough.

You touched the long-healed wound on your arm, and began to think about what to do with the body of your adoptive father.

***

In the end, you stuffed him into a large freezer in the basement—because it was too easy to cause unnecessary trouble whether it was dismembering the body or calling the police.You don't have the physical strength and technique to completely destroy a grown man's corpse, let alone explain to the police the act of sabotaging the scene when recovering blood. It will be a lengthy series of formalities or other hassles chasing inheritances.

Maybe they will arrange a guardian for you or force you to go to school with good intentions. After all, according to your household registration, you have just turned 13 now.

That would be too scary - you trembled subconsciously, almost frightened by the picture you imagined.

By contrast, it was much easier to cover up the death of a reclusive man.Because you weren't allowed to go out, your adoptive father basically didn't go out either - he would go crazy if he didn't see you for an hour in the last year of his life, so naturally he didn't have any serious job.

You know something about this man in general.He was an executive of a big bank in Tokyo more than ten years ago, and he met your "mother" when he was on a business trip.It is unknown what happened between the two of them at that time, but it didn't take long for a robbery to happen at the bank where he worked. Two subway stations were blasted frantically, causing panic and casualties.This incident caused a very bad reaction at the time, and your adoptive father was implicated and dismissed.After that, he brought you, who was just born, to Yokohama, and lived a low-key life as a rent-collecting son and raising a daughter by lending money to PortMafia, a local illegal organization in Yokohama, to lend usury.

You look around the basement, which is as well-furnished as a bank vault, and think of the high expenses that your adoptive father spends on you every month. After a while, you seem to know where the 13 billion yen that has not been found by the police so far is. .

Fortunately, you didn't call the police, otherwise, you would have no inheritance to inherit. Unlike now, you only need to maintain the same lifestyle as before, and you can continue to live in the house without worrying about food and clothing until the end of time.

This will be no problem for you, since you don't like going out anyway.

Human beings only need the Internet and money to survive—this is a catchphrase that your netizens often talked about before you traveled, and you deeply believe it.Although you are not as hardcore as her, you are proficient in most entertainment methods that do not require you to go out, but you also have your own means of spending a lot of time without going out.

That is reading and writing.Before you time-traveled, you dropped out of college on the grounds of "wanting to be a writer". After time-traveling, you let your adoptive father buy a lot of books and newspapers, and you maintained the habit of reading and writing every day.It has become your habit and way of life to take out the manuscript paper and write two strokes anytime and anywhere.

But it's just a habit and a way of life.For you, the so-called "want to be a writer" is not so much a dream as an excuse.Because you clearly know that you have neither talent nor talent, nor the perseverance and passion to work hard.Even if one-third of the 24 hours in a day are spent reading or writing, what flows out of your pen is nothing but messy, broken and worthless ravings.

Your behavior is just a poor and stupid imitation.

worthless.You clearly know that this is also a point, but so what, at least it is enough as a means to pass the time.

— After all, most existences in the world are worthless.

— No matter which world.

***

So today you are the same as usual, with the idea of ​​killing time, writing sentences that you can neither read nor understand on the manuscript paper, like a primary school boy reading the hero's big trick of a boy manga.

What was different from usual was that when the last letter was written, the doorbell downstairs rang.

you ate