Forced by Butei's gravity

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Osamu Dazai had a dream.

He dreamed of a slightly empty but not lacking in popularity apartment, with several empty wine bottles and glasses piled up on the coffee table in the living room.

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Osamu Dazai knew he was dreaming, no matter how real the dream was - he had never entered this apartment.

The air is filled with the aroma of wine, this strong smell is emitted by the mixture of several kinds of wine, as if smelling it can already be intoxicating.

Osamu Dazai walked around the living room of the apartment, and finally picked up the two coats that were placed on the sofa.

He shook his black coat, lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, then threw the coat back on the sofa in disgust, and then he decided to look for its owner in this small apartment.

The first door that was opened was the auxiliary bedroom. The room was a bit empty, but there were traces of someone using it, and there was an unclosed medicine box beside the bed.The bay window is covered with soft cushions, and some books and materials are scattered around. The thick black curtains are being pulled open, and the setting sun outside the window casts warm light into the room.

The second room is a study room, with workbenches, bookshelves, books and materials, computers, nothing fancy.

Osamu Dazai reached out and picked up an open book on the table. On the page was written a sentence "the flowers at the right time are like a censer exuding fragrance". When he picked up the book, the page became blank.

He had no choice but to put down the blank book and left the study, like a lost Alice, went to push open the third door.

Then he found the owner of the apartment.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the room, two people sat with their backs to him who opened the door.

The girl with warm orange hair lowered her head, leaning against the black-haired boy on her shoulder.

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The girl was saying something in French, but Osamu Dazai didn't understand, except for the last name.

"Jean Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud" and the young man leaning on her shoulder chanted the name together with her.

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Osamu Dazai woke up from his dream.

He blinked, and with a wakefulness that didn't seem to have just woken up, he slowly moved to the window, and then he spit out a name.

"Rimbaud."

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I had a dream where I was hanging out with my friends.

I clearly remember that we participated in the comic exhibition and signed up for a performance in advance.That was the first time we played double black, and we also played Suspicious Dark Ghost.

As a result, after returning from a day of wandering, I suddenly found a message in the class group saying that there was a French quiz on Monday.

So the two crazy people, without taking off their makeup, spent the night reviewing French grammar without talking, and recited each other's texts.

Compared with Rimbaud, I still prefer Baudelaire, and my friend said that he doesn't like poetry collections.

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Although I don't know why I suddenly dreamed of this, I suddenly had the desire to sing.

I remember I said that I worked as a part-time anchor, the kind of singer.

If I don't want to get involved in the Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia, but at the same time want to have a certain income, being an anchor will be a good choice.

I remembered the key and card that Osamu Dazai gave me.

The former belonged to the dormitory of the Armed Detective Agency, and the latter belonged to the port mafia cadres.

It is impossible not to intervene, and the favors owed still have to be repaid.

I am such a sinful woman.

I suddenly thought of this sentence. Although I don't know where my sin is, it seems that there is nothing wrong with it.

While thinking about unexplained things in a mess, I took out my mobile phone that I traveled with and was blessed with world consciousness from my pocket, clicked on the cloud music, and tried to start playing the frequently used playlist.

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However I failed.

At first glance, the songs in my playlist seem to be the same as before, but after clicking to play, only the accompaniment tape remains.

Ango cried. (Ango: No, I didn’t???)

It's all accompaniment!The original song is gone!

This shows what?

This shows that the singers I like don't exist in this world, and I can't hear their wonderful voices anymore!

ga-

My favorite song and singer ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I cry like a rainstorm in my heart.

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I was incompetent and sad for half an hour, and I couldn't change the accompaniment tape back to the original song unless I recorded it again.

It's a pity that the songs I can listen to don't mean I can sing them. If there is no original singing, I will show you an off-key to Siberia on the spot.

I looked through the 6+ songs in my 800 playlists, and found that I can sing less than 100 of them.

In addition to pop music in the most common languages ​​of Chinese, Japanese and English, operas in German, French and Italian are also included.

I'm still going to die.

Forget about pop music, I can’t sing the level of the original song without the opera, alas——

I was so sad that I wanted to start practicing scales.

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I haven't sung in a while.

Would AwakeYeScaryGreatOldeOnes be a good start?

Of course, I'm joking.

There is no one in this world who can beat the evil gods with me.

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"あたしが爱を言るのならその眼にはHow, Imageる..."

"Wait, this one me?" I rubbed my chin, looking thoughtfully at a pot of cactus on the window sill, "Sure enough..."

As I said that, I decided to randomly choose a passionate song from the playlist to sing again.

I collected and sorted all the songs, and then randomly chose the 77th song.

I drew a singer who is famous for her beautiful (qi) beautiful (yi) in high heels, GAGA's Bad Romance.

This song came and went in and out of my playlist, and finally persisted until now, but I still only sing part of it.

I know all the lyrics, but this does not contradict my inability to sing.

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In short, after this and that, I managed to finish singing Bad Romance by force.

As expected of me, overcome difficulties and rise to the challenge.

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After I was satisfied with accepting my desire to be a demon, I decided to give the house a big cleaning.

The apartment is actually quite clean, as soon as the furniture covers are put away, and the daily necessities are put away, there is nothing to clean.

So in a flammable and explosive time, I tidied up the whole room.

Under gravity control, cleaning is really much easier.

And found a bug produced by Osamu Dazai.

The black history I sang a few times was heard.

Osamu Dazai heard it.

I am ashamed.

I froze on the spot, not knowing for a while whether to rage into a rage, or to beat up Dazai, or to pretend that I didn't notice anything.

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I'm closed.

Your mother, Osamu Dazai, has collected my black history again.

Wait, why again?

Forget it, forget it.

I'm going to touch Osamu Dazai's head now and ask him to delete the recording and memory, is there still time?

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Facts have proved that it is too late.

In short, I learned how to reincarnate without a teacher, and successfully went through the wall to find Osamu Dazai next door.

He seemed to be in a daze.

So I reached out and pulled his earphones, grabbed his collar with one hand and clenched my fist with the other, and began to threaten him with force with a grinning grin.

"Tell me, do you delete it automatically or I will force it for you."

"What kind of duck is Chuya, I don't know~" Osamu Dazai blinked, looking innocent and pitiful, trying to play dumb with me.

"Well, it looks like you chose forced deletion—I'm good at physical amnesia, including your mental retardation."

Finally, under the threat of me (the fist), Osamu Dazai assured that he had erased everything, including the memory.Only then did I open the door of his house with satisfaction, and went back to my side.

The author has something to say: C Zhongye's middle sister: Why did I dream that I memorized French texts. (numbness

c Dazai's friend: I don't like Rimbaud... (tired

Osamu Dazai: She and I in the parallel world are lovers. (Sworn

Middle sister:? ? ?I'm single, thank you, don't give me a (male) friend out of nothing! !

Currently known information: the middle sister can cook, sing and dance, and majors in French.Lived with "Dazai" (actually shared).

By the way, the verses in "" are from Baudelaire's poems, which are also quoted in the Central Plains in the song of the goat.

By the way, the long name is Rimbaud's full name.Although it is definitely not as good as Tuo's, it is not too short.

Finally, today's song is Dalei's Dark Paradise.

Don't put the lyrics to take up space.

感兴趣的话我有个歌单专门放中妹的推歌了。感谢在2020-05-2701:50:57~2020-06-0211:15:17期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Aide Yaosheng 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：蝶梦53瓶；安辰38瓶；伊简尘20瓶；me15瓶；咿卟10瓶；五桑、浮光、灼灼其华5瓶；充斥着人类的无聊世界3瓶；云溪、艾德耀圣1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!