How I was forced to be the villain

In the depths of the house, the wide open Japanese room is facing the exquisite and small courtyard, which is much more exquisite than the front one.

As soon as the doctor walked in, he saw a man with loose long hair sitting in front of the small table. He had a straight nose, beautiful features, and a pair of slender eyes that were always smiling.

The doctor couldn't help but lighten his steps, feeling apprehensive, "Lord Xiuyuan."

"Please sit down."

The doctor knelt down on the opposite side cautiously, even though Xiu Yuan had long since disappeared from public view, he still didn't dare to be slighted, "How are you recently?"

"It's nothing." Xiuyuan handed the tea that had been brewed to the doctor.

He should have known that the doctor would visit today.

This made the doctor more respectful. He took the teacup with both hands and held it in his hands, "That's right, it's really nothing to Lord Xiuyuan. Although he can no longer appear in front of the public, he just stays here, Lord Xiuyuan." You can know everything, and it’s no different from before.”

The air was filled with the fragrance of tea, and the smile on Xiuyuan's face faded, adding bitterness in vain, "The difference is huge."

He tapped the teacup with his fingertips, "Master Yan should already know about you."

This is a very dangerous thing for Huakaiyuan Xiuyuan, there is probably an endless feud between him and Ji Guoyan.

Huakaiyuan Xiuyuan just fell silent, and said in a difficult voice: "That's it."

That's right, the doctor thought absently, maybe Xiuyuan already knew about it.

He knew Ji Guoyan better than the doctor, so of course he knew that he couldn't hide it from the other party.

At the beginning, Huakaiyuan's family was valued because of the close relationship between Huakaiyuan Xiuyuan and Ji Guoyanyi. After all, Xiuyuan was the only person who could make the assertive Yanyi listen to him. Xiuyuan was more than anyone else. People are closer to Yan Yi, and naturally understand Yan Yi better than everyone else.

But after Xiuyuan chose Huakai Yuan's family, their relationship was so good before, and then they broke up so thoroughly.

The family of Huakaiyuan who betrayed Guoyanyi is still alive today because of the relationship of Huakaiyuan Xiuyuan.

Just look at the end of the other betrayers, you will know how good Yan Yiyi is to Xiuyuan, it's unbelievably tolerant.

Even, Yan Yi let Xiuyuan feign death to calm his anger, so that Xiuyuan still lived in front of his eyes.

The doctor didn't believe that Xiuyuan was not moved by this love, but Xiuyuan still... Sigh, he really doesn't understand the matter between these two people.

The doctor dutifully completed the task assigned to him by Xiuyuan, and notified Xiuyuan as calmly as possible: "He is going to die."

The hand covered by the sleeve tightened instantly, "Really."

"Even if you let it go, it won't be long before...he can't hold it anymore, so, will your plan continue?" The doctor himself didn't realize that his brows had been frowning since he came in. Together.

Huakaiyuan Xiuyuan didn't answer him, but turned to look out the window, he seemed to have crossed the flowers and plants in the courtyard, looking farther and deeper.

"Sometimes, obeying fate may be the best ending."

There seems to be some kind of deep meaning hidden in his words, and it always makes people feel that he has seen a place that ordinary people can't reach.

Onmyoji always have many mysterious abilities, especially for the most powerful onmyoji of this era, the doctor does not want to explore the hidden content in the words of the onmyoji. I regret it, as for the ending, that's something that big shots should care about.

He got the answer, Huakaiyuan will not stop, that's enough.

As Huakaiyuan Xiuyuan's subordinate, as long as he does his own thing well, there is no need to think about any superfluous things.

"Then, I have nothing else to do, please allow me to resign first."

Xiuyuan looked at the doctor's obviously cold face, bitterness appeared in his mouth again, he nodded lightly: "Thank you."

After a pause, Xiuyuan closed her eyes, "Ah Yan's body, please take care of me."

The doctor stopped when he stood up and was about to leave. He looked at Xiuyuan in surprise, and then turned cold. He never thought that Huakaiyuan Xiuyuan was a hypocrite.

"The next meeting."

......

Yan Yi didn't expect that this guy named Osamu Dazai would come to him at this time, he just coughed a few times, and the wound burst open, so he could only untie his clothes with great effort, let it slide down to his shoulders, thinking To unpack and repack.

But some places have exceeded the length of the arm, and it is really out of reach.

Those wounds healed very slowly, and the toxins of the underworld were eroding that piece of flesh and blood.

When Osamu Dazai came in, he saw Yan Yi with his clothes hanging loosely on his arms. His body was very white, an unhealthy white that hadn't seen the sun all year round. He was sitting among layers of bandages, They were entangled and loosely wrapped around his body, and under the dim light, one could see the bright red oozing out.

The bandage seemed to come out of the same place as the one on Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai stood beside the bed, watching him silently until Yan Yi went from being confused to feeling a little embarrassed.

He didn't expect that this person he had just met not long ago would come to see him, and somehow he felt like he was caught doing something bad.

But Osamu Dazai probably didn't know what he did.

Raising a smiling face, Yan Yi said gently, "What's the matter?"

He may not know that no matter how alienated he looks like now, it will not have any effect. Osamu Dazai looked down at him condescendingly, and his eyes fell on the scar on the side of his neck. It is very small, and it should be fine after recovery. It left a scar, but Osamu Dazai was sure he had seen the exact same scar before.

It's too small, and the location is very hidden. If you don't stick it very close to see it, feel the small ups and downs with your hands, and rub it back and forth with your fingertips, you won't find it.

Although this person and Ah Yan are the same person, until then, the strong sense of familiarity and dislocation made Osamu Dazai realize it.

This is really...

Osamu Dazai withdrew his gaze and let himself look at Yan Yi's face, his eyes dimmed, "Let me help you."

Yan Yi blinked: "Ah, thank you."

He turned his back, and the smooth lines came into view. Yan Yi looked like a very weak person, but his body unexpectedly did not lack strength, the kind of strength enough to support a short-term burst.

Take off the fairly new bandage that was just put on, then pick up the medicine and bandage on one side, carefully apply the medicine and then wrap it up again.

Yan Yi was surprised to find that Osamu Dazai's technique was better than that of the doctor, and he didn't feel any pain at all.

After doing all this, his fingers paused on his shoulders, and Osamu Dazai pulled Yanichi's clothes back up in a natural manner, and meticulously restored them to their original state.

This kind of action seemed too intimate, but Yan Yi, who was already used to it, didn't notice it.

After helping him with the medicine, Yan Yi felt that the distance between the two had shortened a lot, so his attitude became more cordial than before.

Osamu Dazai had no intention of leaving, just sat by his bed, played with his sleeve with one hand, and asked casually: "What exactly do you want?"

what do you want?

Thinking of this, melancholy gradually surfaced from the depths, Yan stared at the mid-air in a daze, with a sad face.

—He just wanted to pass the exam.

Is there anything wrong with not wanting to repeat a grade?He is just an ordinary student who dominates the grade list every year. Isn't it normal to want to get a perfect score?

The examiner advised him: "Didn't you do a good job this time? It's a matter of course to win if you continue like this."

But Yan Yi's expression became even more melancholy, because this exam was doomed to fail.

Osamu Dazai raised his head when Yan looked away, and stared at him without blinking.

What makes you look like that?And who is enough to make you worry about it?

Osamu Dazai couldn't bear the expression on this face, so he interrupted Yanyi's thoughts to prevent him from thinking about people other than him: "Ayan, did I say that I came from 500 years later? ?”

Yan Yi naturally put his eyes on Osamu Dazai again, and made a gesture of listening: "Yes."

"You don't want to ask me what happened to you in the end?"

It turned out to be this, why did you think it was so serious.

Yan Yi didn't want to admit that this person's expression just now made him a little nervous, so he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "No need."

"That's right, everything was arranged by you yourself, how could you not know the final outcome?" Following Yan Yi's movement, the long hair slipped to his hand, and Osamu Dazai paused holding his sleeve hand, The fingertips naturally grabbed the soft hair, and then slowly curled up, turning to play with that strand of hair.

Yan Yi naturally knew about it, but he didn't pay much attention to it. Seeing that the other party was excited to play, he also grabbed a wisp in his hand, and said in a threatening tone: "I don't know what you're talking about."

Osamu Dazai looked at him helplessly, and said something unrelated: "I heard that cats and cat tails are two kinds of creatures. Not only will cats be frightened by their own tails, but sometimes they will unconsciously touch their own tails. tail as a toy."

Yan Yi grabbed his hair, wrapped it around his hands, turned his head and said seriously, "That's right."

After thinking for a while, I asked again, "So what do you want to say?"

The corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitched, and Osamu Dazai happily replied, "It's nothing."

"Ayan, we may meet again in 500 years."

"Is it because we've met now?"

"Of course not..." In the middle of speaking, Osamu Dazai froze suddenly.

……

That's it, that's how it is.

500 years later, although Ah Yan tried his best to treat him well, he actually hated him at first, and his shallow eyes in the sun would always burn with anger when looking at him.

Before that, he should not have known him.

But Ah Yan has a complete memory of 500 years ago.

Osamu Dazai remembered President Fukuzawa's words and came up with an obvious answer.

Halfway through the conversation, he fell silent. Yan Yi tilted his head in confusion, but saw Dazai Osamu said in a daze: "The purpose of the person who threw us here is..."

"Guide us to save the mortal Ji Guoyan."

Whether it's President Fukuzawa, Dr. Xie Ye, or the rest of them, the Ji Guo Yanyi they saw along the way is very different from what others say. The conspiracy against Yan Yi that they accidentally discovered was not accidental at all. of.

Osamu Dazai's complexion became worse and worse, his palms gradually began to tremble, and a chill ran up his feet.

This is history. If the history is changed and Ji Guoyan is saved, then in the future...under a series of changes caused by a thread change, can he still meet Ah Yan?

In other words, will Ah Yan still exist?

...... Ji Guoyan must die, he must watch his Ah Yan die.

The fingers curled up, and the fingertips pierced deeply into the flesh.

Because this is the past and the future that fate has already predestined.

He can't do anything...

Before the body was pulled into the abyss by the condensed frost, the temperature slowly dissipated the chill along the back of the hand, and the darkness in front of his eyes faded. Osamu Dazai looked down at the hand covering the back of his hand in a daze. The knuckles were distinct and very beautiful.

Yan Yi moved closer to his face, gently brushed away the broken hair on his forehead, and pressed his forehead against the other's face, his brows and eyes softened: "Thank you, but you don't need to save me, and no one needs to save me. It's my choice."

His voice is very gentle, but with this unquestionable firmness and assertiveness.

Looking into his eyes, Osamu Dazai suddenly understood something.

The people behind the scenes have calculated everything, but they can't figure it out.

Ah Yan will not be swayed by anyone. If he wants to do something, he will succeed.

When he wanted to die, no one could hold him back, no matter how he calculated it was impossible.

Dazai Osamu suddenly buried his face in the lightly pressed palm, buried deeply in this warmth.

Yan's pupils shrank suddenly, and a moist touch flowed from his fingers.