Miss Tsushima

The sky is lavender, like melted lead, shining with a dull color, and the clouds are randomly painted on the horizon, and the sky is very gloomy.

The sky that day is clearly imprinted in my mind, as if it never faded.

Just like her.

The memory of meeting Ms. Tsushima for the first time can be clearly recalled even after many years. Her eyes, her words, her long black hair, loose coat, and the jewel ring on her hand are all clear. like yesterday.

The snow in the winter of that year, the snow in the winter of the next year, the snow in this winter.

Memories with Ms. Tsushima seem to be in winter.

The clean snow falling from the sky bit by bit, fell on the shoulders and melted quickly, just like her, always looking into the distance with eyes floating in mid-air , with a gentle smile hanging on the corner of his lips.

Zhong Yuanzhong has never thought of himself as a kind person, and he has never believed that there is pure kindness in this world. When he was in Yangzhou, he once saw his companions stealing, so he stopped it. His companions will look at him with incomprehensible eyes, and the robbed person will not appreciate it. Scolding him or trying to attack him is common.

Even if you show kindness to someone, what you get in return is not necessarily kindness.

This? This is something he clearly knows.

But he still stopped again and again, not because of his own kindness, he told himself, he did not expect to be rewarded by others, but only because of his own choice and judgment.

His heart told him not to do such a thing, that's all.

There are no pure good people in this world. People have a steelyard in their hearts, and everything can be weighed. Some people are most important than money. They can do anything for money. Some people The most important thing is faith, so you can look down on everything and live only for your faith.

When he was a teenager, what was the most important thing in his heart?

Nakahara Nakaya stood by the window. The French windows of the high-rise office of the port mafia clearly reflected the beautiful night of Yokohama. Little sparks flickered in the night. What was the most important thing in his heart?At that time, it was a partner.

You can do anything for your partner, even at the expense of other people's lives.

The steelyard in his heart, the peer overwhelmed? Other things.

Therefore, he never felt that he was a good person, and he was willing to become a weapon in order to keep his companions alive.

When I saw Tsushima Hiiragi for the first time, it was like this. When the companions were dying of cold and serious injuries, the members of the "sheep" robbed the woman. He saw that woman, but he didn't way to stop.

The woman left behind without hesitation. Many things, rings, earrings, cash, passbooks, and even coats to keep out the cold were taken off together. The members of the "sheep" just wanted money and did not embarrass her too much. , her thin figure quickly disappeared into the snow.

It’s hypocritical to say this now, but at the time when she saw her thin figure disappearing into the wind and snow and walking farther and farther, Nakahara Chuya’s heart was indeed occupied by guilt and unspeakable sadness, out of worry , he quietly followed behind this woman and escorted her out of Leibo Street.

Tsushima Hiiragi was a weirdo.

The name Tsushima Hiiragi was not known until after Nakahara Chuya, and he secretly called her Miss Tsushima.

Ms. Tsushima is really strange. Even after being treated like this, she still comes to Leibo Street every Memory, as if I didn't know that I would be treated like this.

She comes every year, what is it for? What.

Zhong Yuanzhong also sat on the high dam, and saw her figure appearing against the wind and snow, her long black hair covered with a thin layer of snow, she still looked like she was wandering away from the sky, and she felt helpless. Suddenly, his anger flared up.

Don't know what kind of treatment you will receive here?

Doing this kind of thing every year, no one will appreciate her at all. She doesn't know how the members of the "sheep" talk about her, and she doesn't get any rewards at all. Why do it? !

Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help but lose his temper with her, scolded her loudly, pulled her clothes, and stared fixedly into her eyes.

But there was nothing in those eyes.

He couldn't understand Miss Tsushima, ten years ago, and now.

Zhongyuan also drank a sip of red wine bitterly.

Ms. Tsushima comes every winter. Miss Tsushima talked to him a lot. They sat side by side on the dam, looking at the sky, the coast of Yokohama, and the white birds flying by. With? Floating clouds.

He adores Miss Tsushima, reads every book of hers, and recites every line upside down. He walks to his bookcase, looks at the rows of books on the shelf with a glass of red wine, and talks with Miss Tsushima. Relatively mature, all the books are signed edition.

If other people who admire Ms. Tsushima saw it, they would surely be very envious.

He smiled, propped his forehead, and took a sip of red wine lightly.

These books are all signed editions, and there are no prices on the market. They are all preciously preserved by him. Even if they are often taken out to read, they are not damaged in the slightest. They are all preserved as if they were brand new. There is only one book. Ben is an exception.

It was the year when I was 15 years old.

The "cliff" given to him by Miss Tsushima.

He put it in his clothes as a treasure, and was stabbed through by a member of the "sheep", leaving an indelible scar on the book and stained with a lot of blood.

I won’t say much about the content of that book here, but Nakahara also noticed that Ms. Tsushima should have used him as a prototype in the book. Isn’t he stupid in Ms. Tsushima’s heart? ?Believe in your companion like this, but be betrayed by your companion.

What kind of him does Miss Tsushima think of him?

He never could figure out what exactly Miss Tsushima was thinking.

After that, he joined ?port mafia.

A mature black suit, a silk shirt, a black overcoat, and a hat. He put on... such a dress, and entered the largest mafia organization in Yokohama that he hated the most.

This kind of him is not suitable for dating Miss Tsushima anymore? He will bring her a lot of trouble.

Ah, I forgot to mention that at this time, in Nakahara Chuya's mind, Tsushima Hiiragi was the kindest person in the world.

In the past, he used to think that Tsushima Hiiragi was a strange person. This point was a lifelong secret of Nakahara Chuya, and he would never tell anyone.

Even now, he still thinks that Tsushima Hiiragi is a strange person. Although it is strange, she is the kindest person in the world, and she is the most pure white existence, like the snow on the top of a mountain.

She is pure white, as white as a snow mountain.

Miss Tsushima is pure without any impurities. Even if she smokes and drinks, even at that time, Nakahara has already noticed a trace that is different from ordinary people and unreasonable on her body. I also persist in thinking that Miss Tsushima is the purest existence.

She suffers because of her innocence.

Her courtyard, a small bungalow planted with peach blossoms and hydrangeas, is the pure land in Zhongye's heart. As long as he looks at the blooming flowers from a distance, his heart will be filled with peace, although he has only entered this place. Every home? Once, but often look far away.

In summer, the balcony is full of hydrangeas with purple-blue gradients, green vines and trees, the sky is very blue, and her eyes are warm. Ms. Tsushima often smokes against the window of the balcony, looking out lonely In the distance, the white mist blurred her face.

Maybe it's because the person in the house doesn't like the smell of smoke.

Why did I remember it again? What about the distant memory?

Zhong Yuanzhong also patted his forehead and walked to the table. The newly opened red wine was placed on the table. He filled the glass with red wine, sat on the soft sofa, took off his hat and put it aside, watching Liu Guang liquor.

That night, he had a dream. It was still winter when there was heavy snowfall. He stood barefoot in front of Tsushima Hiiragi's window. The snow fell on the ground and accumulated a thick layer. He didn't Feeling cold, just persistent? Keep knocking on that window.

What was he afraid of? He didn't know what he was in the dream. He just had a premonition that he would lose something soon. The snowflakes kept flying and fell on his hat, turning the top into white. He continued to wait and wait. After waiting for a long time, I finally opened the window when I waited until Tsushima Hiiragi.

The transparent glass window was pushed open from inside, Miss Tsushima looked at him in surprise, and then smiled at him.

That's enough.

This is what he wanted, and after seeing her face, Zhongyuan Zhong also breathed a sigh of relief, she will not disappear like snow, but will stay here, that's enough up?.

He turned and left?, leaving a long string of footprints on the snow without saying anything.

Soft, pure white, shining snowflakes, one after another, the gray twilight in the distance, crystal ice beads hanging on the tree, like many white flowers blooming, he looked at... In front of him, he was thinking emptily in his head? What, before he could figure it out, he realized that he was already awake?.

Fell asleep on the table? Are you?

Nakahara Chuya's head is still chaotic, what is he thinking in his dream?Maybe the dream was illogical, he couldn't figure it out for a long time, and the memory of the dream quickly dissipated, and he couldn't recall it vaguely.

When he walked to the window, his face was reflected in the transparent glass. He looked like he was 22 years old. He suddenly recalled that when he was fourteen or five years old, he was sitting side by side with Ms. Tsushima on the dam, blowing the sea breeze and eating... The snack brought by the lady, wasn't she made it, and it was too sweet? But he ate it clean every time.

Miss Tsushima would gently wipe off the cream on his lips.

The melancholy eyes cast on him for a short while, and soon turned to the sky. Ms. Tsushima's tone was erratic like a gust of wind, and she suddenly didn't care. She said marginally,

"I want to die in a clean place."

"A place as clear as the sky, engulf me forever, don't let anyone find me."

Now, she probably won't say such things again, right?Chuya Nakahara thought that Ms. Tsushima is happy now, and he hoped that Ms. Tsushima would always smile and be happy forever.

He wants her to be happy, and only her.

However, for him, the happiest time is probably the winter of his boyhood, which he will never go back to.

The author has something to say: In the filthy sorrow

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