King of 25 Cubs

Consciousness gradually awakened, body sleepiness and exhaustion flooded in like a tide, perception returned instantly, and the sweet female voice with electronic sound became clearer from far to near:

"Ding dong~ Arrive at Tsugaru Station in 5 minutes, please prepare for the passengers who get off."

I opened my eyes in a slight jolt, and found myself sitting in a train carriage, with my body curled up and my head leaning against the cold window.

I tensed my body vigilantly, and then gradually relaxed.

"Little Seven?"

Rubbing my eyes, I called the system tentatively in my heart.

I didn't hear any answer, I thought about it, and called out again: "007?"

Still no answer.

I raised my eyebrows: "Stupid system?"

Still no answer.

It seems the system didn't follow me back.

In the past, when I used my ability to jump back to the past, the system always followed me.Because the eight-year-old me hasn't encountered the system yet, so it can't come back to me?

This is a direction of thinking, and I can ask about it when I jump back to the future.

I raised my arm and saw that my palm was several sizes smaller. When I wanted to use the glass to see my appearance when I was eight years old, I suddenly couldn't help but "hiss" when I turned my head.

I grinned and rubbed my neck, which felt a bit like a stiff neck-it seemed that I didn't sleep very well before.

As I rubbed my neck, I wondered whether I had experienced the current scene before.It's a pity that my memory is not good enough to be comparable to a hard drive, and I can't remember many details clearly.

I twisted my neck cautiously, and saw that there were leftover children's meals on the small table that hadn't been taken away, and then I glanced around inadvertently.

Some passengers are taking a nap, some are flipping through a magazine, some are talking on the phone with a mobile phone with buttons... Well, smart phones were not very common eight years ago.

And the passenger sitting across from me, the absent-minded lady, was undoubtedly Ikue Takaho.

She was wearing a dark suit, the woolen coat was neatly folded on her lap, her face was painted with delicate makeup, and her fingers were jumping briskly on the keys of the mobile phone.

...Folded neatly...Well, at this time, Takaho Ikue has already met her future husband.

As if aware of my "observation", Gao Suiyue quickly raised his head and glanced at me, his expression froze, then he lowered his head nonchalantly and looked away.

"I'll go to the bathroom, you sit here and don't run around."

Before I could respond, she stood up, put on her coat, and hurried towards the bathroom.

Re-examining the past, I suddenly realized many truths that I couldn't perceive when I was a child-Takasu Ikue was indeed a little afraid of me.

She rarely looked at me, and almost never even looked at me. Before I was eight years old, I didn't know how to accurately distinguish human emotions, so I had to take these seemingly calm external manifestations as proof of her indifference to me.

I withdrew my thoughtful eyes, and my eyes fell on the car window glass again.

Dark clouds weighed down heavily, and the sky was overcast with snow and wind.

I glanced up at the hanging electronic clock.

August 12, 25:1 pm.

Looking at the sky outside, it looks like 4 or 5 o'clock.

Really bad weather.

I turned my head again, and on the gray-and-white glass "curtain", a very familiar image of an eight-year-old girl was reflected: she was wearing a red cotton jacket, with long silver-white hair, crimson eyes, long bangs that hadn't been done for a long time, tilted to one side, Cover left eye.

It looks mournful.

I subconsciously stroked my bangs, exposing my forehead and the covered eye.

"If any kid asks me why my fringe is so long, I'll just say it's used to seal the blood eye." I muttered softly.

The flight attendant just happened to push the trolley past, and wanted to take away the leftover children's meal on the table.Seeing the unopened candy in the lunch box, I raised my hand, "Wait a minute."

After taking the candy, I smiled at the flight attendant and said, "Thank you, you can take it away now."

Showing this subconscious smile, I suddenly realized that I didn't like to laugh very much when I was a child. After all, I didn't encounter anything that could make me happy.

Well, you have to pay attention to this point, and you can't show any flaws.

The announcement sounded again in the car: "Tsugaru Station is here, passengers please get off from the door on the right."

I jumped out of my seat and slid into the wave of disembarking passengers.

Dazai asked me to give him a piece of candy at the fishing port in Tsugaru.

Although this will cause Takasu Ikue to not be able to find me in the future...but it doesn't matter, as long as I can find her, I have thought about the corresponding reason.

I suspect that I will soon be taken to the airport by Takasu Ikue to fly to Russia. If I don't get off the car now, I may not have the chance in the future.

"Hey, it's so cold!" The cold wind mixed with snow foam went straight into my collar, and I shivered: "The temperature in Aomori Prefecture is so unfriendly, I really miss Yokohama... Well, let me see, he said Where is the fishing port in the

I found the local traffic map at the exit of the station, and found that it was less than 10 minutes away from the fish port that Dazai said.

Run faster!

Probably because of Christmas, although the weather is not very good, the streets are extremely lively.

Christmas songs played everywhere sweep away the chill brought by the snow and cold. The busy salespersons are wearing red Santa hats, and the neon lights hanging on the Christmas trees replace the daylight, illuminating the street corners brightly.

Since it was Christmas, I suddenly had an idea.

A store is having a big Christmas treat, and the salesperson is holding a bunch of balloons, inflating them, twisting them into various shapes and distributing them to passers-by.

Relying on my small size, I squeezed to the front row and jumped up

"I want a black kitten!"

After getting the balloon, I put the candy from the children's meal on the kitten's head.

Glancing at the red coat on my body, I thought about it, went to the pharmacy to get a free disposable mask, sneaked into the clothing store, and stole a wide brown belt and a red hat with white fluff.

"Sorry, I'll be back later."

I said silently in my heart, slipped into the alley, and made some modifications for myself.

With a mask on, hair tucked into a hat, and a belt around my waist, I checked out the window.

Even if Dazai saw me in the Hong Kong and Hei dormitory three years later, he would not recognize me right away.

I ran towards the fishing port that Dazai mentioned.

With such bad weather, I don't know if he will go out.

If I miss it this time and I go to Russia again, then the candy delivery can only be forgotten... But I subconsciously think that I should be able to see him.

In fact, when Dazai made his wish to me, I suspected that he should have received this candy in his memory.

The sky seemed less gloomy, the sun was shining through the clouds again, but the snow was getting bigger and bigger, the whole world was white, and I seemed to have lost my sense of direction.

Fortunately, the fish port finally appeared in sight.

The azure sea has not frozen, and waves are rising in the wind. Looking from a distance, across the Tsugaru Strait, it seems that the distant Hokkaido is waving to this side.

The snow is getting smaller and smaller.

Several fishing boats were docked at the port. Near the port, there was a huge black stone carved into a turtle standing by the sea.

There was a small black figure sitting on the turtle shell, with his back to me, looking at the sea motionlessly, wondering what he was thinking.

This should be the ten-year-old Osamu Dazai.

I held my breath and walked slowly.

Will sneaking past like this scare him?

I quietly walked closer, suddenly jumped in front of him, and shouted: "Wow!"

The expected startled scene didn't happen, and the child didn't even waver in his eyes. Those dark and empty pupils looked at the sea, as if caught in a sage's time.

Well, this is embarrassing...

I squint my eyes and look up at him.

A ten-year-old boy with an unhealthy pale complexion and fluffy black hair. He hasn't covered his eyes with bandages yet, but he can faintly see the bandages wrapped several times on his wrists.

I blinked and asked him, "What are you thinking?"

His eyeballs moved slightly, and then he glanced over lightly, and then continued to immerse himself in his thoughts.

Silent for a long time.

Just when I thought he would not answer me and tried to continue to find some topics, he spoke slowly, with a flat voice without any emotion in his light tone:

"I was thinking, where do I come from, where am I going, and what is the purpose of living? Is life really meaningful? Does consciousness still exist after death? If it exists, why is there a boundary between life and death? "

...What kind of philosophical questions are these?

His voice paused slightly, seeing that I didn't interrupt, so he continued: "Since people are all going to die, why are they still alive, why are they still born; if consciousness does not exist after death, where will people appear after death? If consciousness can be objectively Why do we only see the material world in the world we live in? Is it only when we become conscious that we can see the oceans and islands where consciousness gathers?"

I:"……"

You have a lot of question marks, kid.

So you were thinking about such a profound question when you were ten years old?It should be said that you really deserve to be Osamu Dazai!

"Can you answer these questions for me?"

Ten-year-old Osamu Dazai lowered his head, sat on the turtle shell, and looked down at me.

I said blankly, "No."

So he said in a cold, slightly disgusted and superior tone: "Then you be quiet, don't disturb me thinking about life."

I:"……"

Fine.

I was about to throw the balloon stuffed with candy hidden behind my back to Dazai, but before I could take it out, he suddenly stood up.

"Decided."

I raised my head in a daze: "Decided what?"

He opened his arms: "In order to verify whether the oceans and islands of consciousness really exist, I intend to test it myself."

Huh? ? ? ?

"and many more--!!!"

"Pfft!"

Ten-year-old Osamu Dazai jumped into the sea and splashed me all over.

I watched numbly as he sank and made grunting noises.

...As expected of you.

"Oh, I really don't want to care about you."

Sighing helplessly, I still jumped into the sea and fished him ashore.

"Ah... the crisp is defeated."

The boy lay on his back on the shore and said quietly: "I saw your hair, 'Santa Claus'."

I angrily shook off the soaked "Christmas hat", picked up the coat thrown on the shore, and quickly wrapped myself up.

The cold December wind blows, and I sneezed several times in a row.

"Anyway, I can't hide my hair anymore, so I might as well take off the mask."

I squinted my eyes: "Did you do it on purpose?"

Why is this person so troublesome!It's troublesome when you grow up, and it's even more troublesome when you're young!

"You suddenly appeared dressed like this, and you are hiding behind your back... Maybe it's something you intend to give me. I want to know what you look like, is it normal?"

He turned his head, his inorganic black eyes fell on me, and asked me in a deadpan voice: "I don't know a guy who doesn't know how to cut his bangs when his eyes are blocked. Who are you?"

I was dumbfounded for a moment, so I had no choice but to pick up the balloon thrown on the ground, stuff it into Dazai's arms, and glared at him angrily: "What do you know, this is called Sharingan, super powerful! Alright, my task Finished, you eat candy and go home quickly."

The boy sat up, picked the candy out of the kitten's head, and looked at the sun.

He asked me softly and seriously: "Why did you give me candy?"

It's what your future self asked for...

I blurted out: "Today is Christmas, this is a gift from Santa Claus to good children."

"Good boy..." Dazai lowered his head and murmured again.

Then he stretched out his hands with twinkling eyes, and handed me the candy and the balloon: "You should give it to someone else."

I frowned, then stared at him until he looked uncomfortable.

Dazai has never considered himself a "good boy".

At this moment, I suddenly thought of many things.

For example, he protects Sakura behind him in the hail of bullets.

Another example is the "saving people" work he did for the government.

"So generous?"

I smiled, put on my frozen Christmas hat again, and said solemnly: "If you don't want it, you can give it to someone else yourself. The reindeer have been waiting for me outside the city for a long time. Santa Claus is leaving. Goodbye. "

Osamu Dazai, see you in three years.

To be precise, we were roommates three years later, although I didn't know what happened at this point in time.

He suddenly stretched out his hand to grab me, pursed his lips, and asked me cautiously: "Santa Claus, will you still give me a gift next Christmas?"

Abilities are too costly, next year I won't be a space-time courier again.

I thought about my words, tilted my head, and said, "I will retire next year, and I won't be the Santa Claus in the future. The new Santa Claus has a bad memory, forgets things, and often loses gifts from children, so ..."

"so?"

"If you don't receive your candy for many years to come, don't feel like a bad kid who doesn't like Santa Claus."

I reached out and stroked the boy's hairy head:

"Don't be sad if you don't get your gift, maybe it's just some careless Santa who accidentally lost your gift."

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