[Comprehensive] Notre Dame Cultivation Program

"Three thousand crows in the world will be killed, and I will sleep with you until dawn."

Takasugi seldom attends classes, because his main task in class is to observe the teacher, but Takasugi is not bad at writing poems.

Speaking of writing poems, Takasugi remembered the composition "My Teacher" that he had to write all night. Speaking of which, it was the closest he had ever been to confessing to his teacher. Well, there was also the playing and singing under the cherry blossom tree .

Another year of summer festivals, Takasugi is still wearing the purple and gold butterfly bathrobe, with no expression on his face, walking on the street with a cigarette stick in his hand.

The crowd was as dense as ever, the night sky was illuminated by the gorgeous fireworks, and the colorful light reflected in Takasugi's green eyes was instantly covered by white smoke.

Is this the first summer festival since the teacher left?Takasugi didn't seem to remember clearly either, it seemed to be a long time ago.At that time, my left eye hadn't been covered with a bandage, Yinshi was just a kid who picked his nose and fish eyes all day long and smirked at the teacher, Guiye was still a child who swayed around with a ponytail tied up every day.

Thinking of Gui's ponytail, Takasugi couldn't help but think of the teacher again.Gui's hair was all tied up by the teacher, so every time I saw the teacher gently tying Gui's ponytail, I felt a little jealous in my heart, because I didn't have the opportunity to get close to the teacher like that.

Every time Katsura appeared in front of him with his ponytail, Takasugi always wanted to grab his braid and cut it off.

Gao Shan has known for a long time that he has a strong desire to possess the teacher, and wants to get close to him and possess him.I don't know when this thought started, but when I realized it, the thought had already grown wildly in my heart like a weed, entangled with the blood, I couldn't pull it out, I could only let it spread in my heart.

Those beautiful days spent together in the private school, those emotions that gradually became clear, the sound of books, and the person who bowed his head and slowly read ancient Chinese.

Takasugi once felt a little terrified by his own possessiveness. It was Girls' Day, after soaking in the hot spring with the teacher, Takasugi began to have an unspeakable fantasy about the teacher.

Takasugi knew that he was already deeply trapped, so he once thought and asked himself, what would be the result? Those words that cannot be said, those emotions that are difficult to express, and what is more frantic in the dark because of depression? When the seed of growth breaks through the ground—

It's a pity that Takasugi didn't wait for that day to come, because the person who made him crazy has already left.

Takasugi still remembers the fire that turned everyone's eyes into blood-red fire that day, and he still remembers the scene when he frantically wanted to rush in and was finally knocked out.

The teacher will not die, the teacher is such a powerful person, how could the teacher die... This is what Gao Sugi thought.But Takasugi was never a person who would deceive himself. When he saw the familiar samurai and sword under the cherry tree, Takasugi fell silent.

As much as Gao Shan's obsession with his teacher is, so much is his hatred for this world.So after that fire, the pure world in his eyes was burnt to pieces, and the bloody wind blew violently at him.Gao Shan began to think that there was a beast roaring in his body, and only by destroying such a world could he be redeemed.

In such a world, what is the value of existence?Even a gentle, strong, and perfect person like the teacher can't survive in this world. Why do we people still live in peace? This rotten world that can't tolerate the teacher should have been destroyed long ago.

Takasugi still remembers what he said when he lost his left eye, "The teacher is gone, what's the use of having eyes? The shogunate, heaven and man, and this earth, I won't just let you go."

Takasugi sometimes feels very lonely, the only person who can be by his side is gone.I played the shamisen so that no one could understand it, and it was just playing... As I played the shamisen, the tune changed involuntarily, and it became the same song that I played under the cherry blossom tree that day. It seemed that he was still sitting and listening carefully.

Gao Shan sometimes thinks, if the teacher is not dead and there is no heaven and man, then what is he doing now?Maybe he is also playing the shamisen. If the teacher is sitting next to him, I will definitely play the poem I wrote for him. It should be a love poem. After the teacher understands it, he strokes his hair and smiles gently at himself. up.

Takasugi found that he might have lost some of the emotions that a human being should have, such as crying, because when facing the samurai sword stuck under the cherry tree, he shed all the tears in his life.As for laughing... Takasugi would smile coldly, if that counts, as for that kind of shy, uneasy, gentle, and expectant smile, he would have left this world with that person long ago.

During the Land-Yi war, I don't know if it was because the daytime battle was too exciting and exciting, Gao Shan often had such dreams at night.That kind of dream is very real, sometimes it is in the Japanese room of the private school, sometimes it is the hot spring that they have soaked together, and sometimes it is even under the cherry tree.By the way, in Takasugi's memory, the appearance of Matsuyo sitting under the cherry tree and playing the shamisen is the most beautiful.

Gao Shan thought he was never a self-deceiving person, but he still compromised, compromising the tenderness in his dream.He was extremely greedy for this feeling, while reminding himself of the sad reality thousands of times, while obsessively enjoying that dream.That can be said to be a kind of consolation, the consolation that the teacher's remaining breath wrapped around Takasugi.

The teacher who was gently untied the bathrobe by himself, the teacher who was crushed by himself under the cherry tree, the teacher who was made to cry and beg for mercy by himself, the teacher who called his name to climax... In reality, those who want to do it but dare not Do, want to do but have no chance to do, dream can help you achieve it.

It's just that a dream is a dream after all, what it gives you is never what you want, but only makes you continue to maintain a sad extravagant hope.The more you can't extricate yourself in the beautiful dream, the more painful you are when you wake up. That kind of pain is the pain of parting from life and death, and it is also the pain of the strong collision between reality and dream.

The person who was with her in the dream and lingered until death had already left this world, and there was no bones left.

When the fireworks in full bloom in the sky showed the word "love", Takasugi was interrupted by the exclamation of a group of girls behind him.Gao Shan inevitably thought of the colorful night sky reflected in the teacher's eyes again, which was the most beautiful fireworks he had ever seen in his life.

Hearing those girls secretly confessing their love while taking advantage of the fireworks, Gao Shan suddenly felt a little annoyed.

Back on the boat, Takasugi was leaning against the window, holding a small plate and drinking wine in small sips. Between half-drunk and half-awake, the world seemed hazy.When Takasugi cleared the fog, in front of him was the familiar paper door.

Gao Shan gently opened the door, and the person inside was sitting at the table, holding a book in his hand.The man smiled slightly when he saw him, beckoned him to sit over, and pushed the book in front of his eyes.

"How about this poem?" The two sat so close that Takasugi could smell the fragrance of the other's hair that fascinated him.

Gao Shan leaned on him, and looked down at the words in the book of poems, "The old wall is here again, and the other side is safe? Only the luxuriant place, the lonely pansy blooms"

A tear finally flowed down from the right eye.

Floating life is like a dream, and illusion is born from the heart.