Why is Miyashiki-sama like that?

When the night came, the patriarch of the "Eternal Bliss Cult" was invited to participate in the symposium.

Originally, Zhenxiang had no special expectations for this patriarch, but she just raised her eyes to look at it for a moment, and felt her eyes light up, very eye-catching.

It's not that the godfather is too ostentatious, but the appearance of the godfather is too amazing.

He looked to be in his twenties, with ivory white spiky hair and a cap that resembled a velu.But monks always have Pilu Buddha statues on their Pilu hats, but the patriarch's hat is only in the shape of a lotus flower. It is black with no pattern and is wrapped in gold.

He was wearing a hat with Buddhist elements, which should have looked dignified, but it gave Zhenxiang the feeling that he was more like a spiritual guy showing off fashion items.

Not to mention his unusually thick eyebrows and colorful eyes, as well as his strangely designed patriarchal costume.He really deserves to be the leader of a small local cult who is secretive and not in line with the big religion. He is so earthy and inexplicably cool at the same time.

No wonder Osamu Dazai would give such a comment before, Zhenxiang didn’t feel anything when listening to it, but after actually seeing the real person, the feeling came immediately.

She couldn't help feeling some respect, and said sincerely, "Welcome."

The ancestor smiled and waved his hands, looking very happy: "You are not believers, so just call me by my name, I am Tong Mo."

Osamu Dazai clapped his hands with a smile: "Welcome Tong Mo, what a good name~ Now that everyone is here, let's start our symposium like this!"

Then everyone introduced themselves to each other, and Osamu Dazai, the guest host, began to read the rules: "It's very simple, each of us tells a story that we know, and then explains our understanding of 'human value' to everyone through the stories we tell. "

It turns out that the so-called symposium is just such a term. In fact, five people sit together to talk about philosophy and have a story meeting.

Zhenxiang relaxed a little bit, she is very good at making sad jokes, a little expansion can form a story, it is not difficult.

"The understanding of 'human value'..." Tong Mo pointed his chin with his index finger and thought for a while, "It's very interesting. Is there a winner who will convince everyone in the end?"

"How come, this is not a debate competition~" Osamu Dazai waved his hand, "The purpose of making this rule is to enhance mutual understanding, and maybe we will all become friends in the end. So no one can lie."

"Is that so?" Tong Mo clapped his hands in surprise, "It would be great if you can make new friends, I completely agree, can we start now?"

Mr. Matsushita nodded: "Who will start first?"

"Let's draw lots to decide!" Osamu Dazai took out a round lottery container from nowhere and put it on the table.

There were no more, no less, just five bamboo sticks in the stick.

Everyone took out one, and Zhenxiang looked down at the lottery in her hand - "One".If it's purely luck, she's... well, she's just fine.fine.

She went to see other people and found that Osamu Dazai smoked "four" and Mr. Matsushita smoked "wu".

Osamu Dazai clasped his hands together and begged her, "Please, Kyouya, give our symposium a good start~"

"I'll try my best." Zhenxiang said without any pressure.

She doesn't have the idea of ​​making friends at the symposium, but Dazai Osamu asked not to lie, which is very good. If everyone can abide by it, she can easily know whether Tong Mo is a suitable talent for the Demon Slayer Squad, or not. I can know a little bit about Mr. Matsushita.

"The story I want to tell, the main character is an ordinary girl..."

The girl was born in an ordinary family, received ordinary education, and had ordinary parents.However, children rarely admit that they are ordinary. For example, the girl in this story always thinks that she is the most special one in the world.

She does have some talents. At an age when other children were playful, she fell in love with reading. She liked to immerse herself in fictional stories, laughing and crying for the characters in the books.

After growing up a little, the girl began to try to write by herself. She heard that only tragedies can be meaningful, and stories describing human nature are the most profound, so she devoted herself to creating tragic stories between people.

But how meaningful and profound a story can a girl with little experience in life write, without being exposed to things that can shock or even destroy people's hearts?

When she took the credit and showed the written story to her father, the father looked at it in a dazed manner. He barely understood it after reading it three times, and he was short of drawing a mind map.

It is indeed a very complicated story. The characters one, two, three, four, five, six, seven are entangled together, and when two or two meet, tragedy will happen. , is also suspended to the pole.

The girl's father didn't understand stories, and he couldn't see the good or bad. He was just happy that his child could make up stories, and he turned around to show off to his friends: "My daughter can make up stories, which is amazing. Can your children do it? Hahaha!"

The girl herself felt flattered, so she showed the story to her mother, who laughed wildly.

Although my mother still remembers to praise her between laughs: "You write very well!" But the girl who is sensitive to emotions always feels that it is ridicule, and the words of praise are only out of pity.

The expectation in the girl's heart for this story is that readers will be able to cry after reading it.She obviously didn't add any humorous elements, and every punctuation is a heavy tone, so this story has no reason to make people laugh.

She was devastated.

Unable to bear the anxiety of self-doubt, she shared the story with her friends.The reactions of the friends are different, some are too lazy to read, some don't understand, and some enthusiastically propose revisions... In short, no one cried.

The girl is completely autistic.

Later, she wrote a lot of stories. After writing, she always felt that there was a problem, but she couldn't figure out where the problem was, until one day she learned a word from Xin Qiji: "Young people don't know how to feel sad. They fall in love with the upper floors. Love the upper floors." .For the new words to express sorrow."

She seemed to understand something.

Seeing that she was in a bad mood, her parents hadn't written anything for several days, so they took her out to relax, and the family went to a beautiful place with beautiful mountains and clear waters.

"This is called collecting materials. Novelists often have to go out to collect materials." Father said cheerfully.

"Try to write any kind of story. Don't focus on one direction and make a car behind closed doors. It's hard to come up with a good story by yourself. For example, if you want to write about the beauty of this flower, write it according to its appearance, don't you think Is it easy?" Mother advised her patiently.

The girl was relieved, so she didn't mind the fact that her parents wanted to go on a trip by themselves, but they insisted on pretending to help their daughter out of autism.She wouldn't mind her parents choosing lodging in a poor environment in order to save money, and she was bitten all over by mosquitoes as a result.

Even the calf was bitten by a wild dog on the way, the girl didn't feel sad.

After that, the girl adjusted her mentality and no longer deliberately wrote about tragedies or human nature. She began to weave the gleaming happiness in the ordinary and describe the unavoidable troubles in life.

Slowly, more and more people began to appreciate the girl's works. When she gradually grew up and became a 20-year-old girl, she was already a well-known literary young woman, and her life goals had been established. To become a famous novelist.

"I understand, this is a story of determination, it's great!" Tong Mo Qicai's eyes brightened, and she exaggeratedly made a deeply moved expression.

"No." Zhenxiang denied it in a dull tone, "The girl died soon."

"Eh?" Tong Mo showed a cute and confused expression, as if he couldn't understand the turning point.

Osamu Dazai raised his hand: "Let me guess, is it because of being bitten by a dog?"

"Yes, rabies had been lurking in the girl for many years, and then it broke out suddenly, and it took the girl's life in just a few days." Zhenxiang said blankly, "Until the end, she couldn't realize her childhood dream. Write a timeless human tragedy. Her relatives and friends shed tears for her, but not more people remember her."

"I knew it, I hate dogs the most." Osamu Dazai muttered.

Tong Mo shook his head unhappily, his eye sockets became moist: "Wouldn't it be worthless to die like this?"

"Yes, you can say that." Zhenxiang nodded.

She watched the others as she told the story, and found that no one seemed to be touched.

——Tong Mo's performance doesn't count, it's obviously acting.

It looks like she picked the wrong story.The story is too bland.

[Feels a little awkward. ] Zhenxiang sighed in her head.

She was actually quite involved when she spoke, and she was even touched.The audience is a completely different expression, as if they are in another dimension.

It's really hard to play the piano with a cow.

[Don't belittle yourself, Zhenxiang, you didn't move them because you couldn't speak with emotion. ] The system comforted, [However, this story is indeed a bit ordinary, and it is not as cruel as the jokes you usually make up. ]

[Who underestimated himself?I said this on purpose, and I didn't say this to abuse them, but to test them. ]

[Then did you find out the result? ]

[A little bit.First of all, the black mud spirit really hates dogs; secondly, Mr. Matsushita is more indifferent than he appears, and must have a very different past from ordinary people; lastly, Tong Mo is a dramatist, he actually does not look down on the pursuit and dreams of ordinary people, But he will pretend to be very empathetic. This is probably the self-cultivation of the ancestor of the cult. ]

After Zhenxiang finished answering, the system fell silent.So this is "a little bit"?

According to the process, Zhenxiang remained expressionless, and said in a dull tone as if she was dealing with an errand: "I think the 'value of a person' is like this: people do have some value, but it is very small, and they need to be given to themselves, and it is difficult to maintain it for a long time. There are so many external factors that can influence and fluctuate. Sometimes circumstances help, but more often than not, it only takes a simple disaster to completely destroy and erase the value of people.”

"If you use an analogy, what would you compare 'human value' to?" Osamu Dazai asked.

"Treasures."perhaps. " Zhenxiang responded.

In sequence, the second storyteller was Sakunosuke. He pondered for a while, and then said troubledly: "Sorry, I really can't think of any stories to tell."

"Could it be that Odasaku is a secret-keeper who needs complete secrecy?" Osamu Dazai said lively and strangely.

"No."

"Then Odasaku will tell a story about himself."

"It won't be interesting. Do you really want to listen? You will dislike boring things after listening to it."

"Don't worry about it, just talk~ talk~" Osamu Dazai began to act like a baby.

Tong Mo also applauded: "Come on Oda Zuo, speak out bravely!"

Sakunosuke was powerless to resist, and had no choice but to agree: "Then I'll talk."

He was telling what Jin-hyang already knew, the reason for his decision not to kill anyone again.But this time it was much more detailed, and I added more details and personal thoughts, which Zhenxiang listened to with great interest.

It turned out that the person who encouraged Sakunosuke to write novels was called Natsume Soseki. The original method of encouragement was to let Sakunosuke read novels. It turned out that Sakunosuke would scratch his heart and lungs because the pages of his favorite novel were cut near the end. So there are so many Originally.

Although there is no evidence, the person named Natsume Soseki actually deliberately played tricks on Sakunosuke, right?It is a very creative and remarkable person who managed to change the mind of a killer through such a bizarre method.

Zhenxiang felt that when it came to talking about "self-deprecating", the word must be the help of the author.Because isn't the story very interesting?