[Wen Ye] After the failed marriage proposal, I passed through

There is no moon tonight.

Sitting on the beach, Dazai's eyes touched the slightly undulating waves like the slightly shaking water in a glass.

The sea water caressed his ankles and quickly loosened them. He took off his shoes and threw them aside. He stepped on the sand with his bare feet. The sand was still warm after being exposed to the sun for a day.

The night wind that seems to be drenched in ink is just so gentle that people have no way to criticize it, but the only regret is——

There is no moon.

Even Xingzi hid himself ignorantly.

What is the moon?

It is a planet 384401 kilometers away from the earth

It's a pale light

It is the place where the legendary beautiful Kaguya Hime lives

It's a waka sung by my mother floating on the water

is the end of philosophy and beauty

It is the eyes that see through everything in the night.

Everything is invisible under the moonlight.

He thought of the night when Dr. Sen killed the leader, the moon looked at everything like a red eye, and the moonlight cast on the wall seemed like a puddle of thin blood spattered on the wall at first glance. The blood is like a red fish swimming in it.

The moon is a metaphor. Perhaps in the dark night, human beings always have to find some sustenance.

The sun rules the day and the moon watches the night.

Perhaps it has existed since the birth of human beings, watching everything from a long distance, and perhaps knowing the meaning of human existence.

Yet he is a cemetery that even the moon loathes.

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"boom--"

A meteor rising from the ground tore through the impenetrable darkness.

With the night as the curtain, he bloomed his most beautiful dancing posture.

Then it spins and falls.

Like countless tiny meteor showers.

"It's fireworks."

His face was illuminated by the fireworks, as if a firework had fallen on him, and a smile appeared in his eyes as the fireworks bloomed.

I already guessed it~

"Bang bang bang-"

Fireworks rose one after another and bloomed brilliantly, as if waking up the sleeping stars and lighting up the entire night sky instead of the moon.The sea surface reflects the sky like a mirror. Fireworks rise and fall at the same time. The moment they bloom, they connect the sea and sky to form a beautiful circle.

Like an elegant ballet dancer dancing the most perfect 21 whip turns.

He looked up and saw a grand and brilliant flow of gold printed in his eyes.

Yet he felt that he was looking at the moon.

The moon that fell into the sea broken into stardust only bloomed in front of him and swam in the sea to gather and rise.

A certain indescribably soft and quiet emotion that had been deliberately ignored by him was entangled at this moment.

Carefully observe that the intermission of these fireworks blooming is exactly the rhythm of "Happy Birthday" on the score.

"Osamu Dazai! Happy Birthday!!!"

The girl ran from a distance, like a star running towards him, stood under a sky where fireworks were falling, and a sea of ​​meteors rising, shouted loudly, and burst into a smile that was brighter than fireworks.

Fireworks fell around her, meteors gathered at her feet.

Standing there, she looked like a director who grasped the timing precisely, even the hair and clothes she blew were appropriately gentle and warm.And she stood in the sea water just below her calf, like a moon falling in front of him.

He blinked lightly and slowly.

Fireworks are just fireworks and the moon is just the moon.

What is special is the imposed meaning that humans have given it.

"Thank you."

He finally showed a real smile.

Then I asked "Why fireworks?"

"Because I can only think of such a clichéd method~" She approached him step by step and smiled shyly with a gentle light on her face.As she opened her mouth, those words and sentences rolled down like candies or pearls. They rolled, jumped, squeezed up and hit his heart lightly.

"The moment when the firework blooms is the most beautiful moment in its life. However, its fall is not death-at least I don't think it is. The trajectory of the firework's fall is also a part of its life. Just as death is not the end of life but The raw extension cord is an integral part of it."

"So I thought I could give this to Dazai."

All good things are lost the moment they are obtained——

Without exception.

Thinking like this, his eyes couldn't help but stick to her, like the emperor in a fairy tale who was completely captivated by the singing of the nightingale.

"I……"

"I……"

The two opened their mouths at the same time and then stopped in mutual embarrassment.

"Dazai, please tell me first."

She considerately let him continue.

"Mozhi, you are really too gentle." He sighed with a smile like this, "I—"

"Crackling-"

A bolt of lightning flashed suddenly in the dark night.

Mo Zhi suddenly felt some joy and anticipation, with a slight complaint and coquettish exclusive to lovers, her heart seemed to be knocked by something one after another.

A figure stood up in the sea——

"Yo! Mozhichan~~~"

Dazai in the sand-colored windbreaker pushed up the wet hair on his forehead, thinking he was handsome, and his eyes shone brightly when he saw her.

boom!

Her heart was perfectly sniped.

"Is it someone who looks like me?"

The right eye of Dazai in the black coat also had a dim light.

"No," Mo Zhi replied, "That's the future Dazai!"

The two walked towards her at the same distance and speed, and even held her hand at the same second——

"Eh?--"

Standing between the two of them, she was a little dazed.

Shouldn't it be true that he is alone?

Seeing that the two people are evenly matched, they all have the same complicated smile, and although the left hand and right hand have subtle differences in touch, they still hold her tightly.

The difference is probably that Dazai in the sand-colored windbreaker is holding her right hand, where she often cuts her wrist and bleeds.At this moment, it was a little itchy to be gently caressed back and forth by his fingers.

"Yo! Mo Zhijiang loves me too much, so she found me when I was a child to comfort the pain of lovesickness~ I am so touched~" Dazai in the sand-colored windbreaker waved his other hand like a tear The expression on the face is beyond description.

"Is this the future me... Tsk, I haven't committed suicide yet." Dazai in the black coat also smiled, "Don't worry, I will be with Mo Zhichan now~ so you can go back right away without worry—" "

Slow down!

Are you not the same person?how……

so wrong?

Miss Mo Zhi who was caught in the middle suddenly had a very bad feeling.

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Da da da!The long-awaited Shura Field is here! ! !

The part about the moon is a bit imitated of Ouyang’s description of the moon in "The Dormitory of Drama", because I read this manga two days ago, so the words in it have been lingering in my mind, so that when I wrote it, I somehow thought that it was a copy Bar.

The original text inside is like this -

"The moon is a metaphor

a rhetorical

a collapsed wave function

A mistake that was too late to fold

A line of poetry written on water

a handful of sad seeds

When night falls it sprouts among the clouds. "

"However, it may be a difficult question for me to answer—"

"I am a cemetery that even the moon hates."

I like it very much! ! !