Miss Tsushima

The sun rose from the horizon, a thin strip of light appeared on the calm sea surface, and tiny spots of light shone in the dark sea water.

Tsushima Hiiragi stopped writing and came to the bay window. The bay window protrudes outwards, with glass on three sides, allowing the sunlight to penetrate well, just enough for Tsushima Hiiragi to lie on his side. She found a book, Leaning comfortably on the cushion, read.

After roughly scanning two lines, Tsushima Hiiragi couldn't help but cast his eyes out of the window again. The night was about to fade away, and the dark sea water made a faint sound of waves. The stars sank into the sea and were smashed by the waves. with light.

The sea was shining with light, and Tsushima suddenly thought of someone, and the child's eyes were like this sea.

Darkness, loneliness, floating stars.

Tsushima Hiiragi breathed lightly, and stared at the sea without blinking. That child, I don't know how it is now, has not been in touch for several months.

Thinking of his lonely figure, Tsushima Hiiragi felt a little guilty for leaving him like this, leaving him alone.

Tsushima Hiiragi pressed his face against the glass window and sighed quietly.

She just looked at the sea quietly, and after a while, the sun rose, and the orange-yellow warm light sprinkled on the sea surface, and the sea water was transparent, showing a bright light blue color.

Twinkling, sapphire blue color.

"I will always protect you and never let anything happen to you."

Suddenly remembered that someone had said such a thing to him.

Tsushima Hiiragi was silent for two seconds, climbed down from the bay window, and drew the curtains.

Tsushima Hiiragi has been living here for nearly a year. In July and August last year, the weather was also like this. She left Yokohama and came here.

In the countryside, the air is fresh, away from the hustle and bustle, and there is neither the chaos of Yokohama nor the constant violence. She wrote here for a year without paying attention to the outside world, just devoting herself to writing.

Tsushima Hiiragi often takes the tram, closes her eyes and gets off at any station at will, wandering in the city, looking for her own inspiration, such a relaxed and slow-paced life, it was difficult for her to experience.

Tsushima Hiiragi had dates and receptions day and night before his death. He was either going to drink or on the way to drink, not on a date or on the way to a date. The rest of the time was used for creation. After becoming a heroic spirit, she followed Fujimaru Tachika between the singularities run around.

After being summoned to Yokohama, although the days didn't feel oppressive, there were endless Shura fields, and I had never lived such a relaxed life with everything empty.

This kind of life was so comfortable, after a while, Tsushima Hiiragi put himself in the hospital.

She looked at the drip bottle hanging above her head silently, and the nurse's chatter still continued, but the voice seemed to come from far away.

Such is the characteristic endowed to Tsushima Hiiragi as the Heroic Spirit Dazai Osamu, even if it is a meaningless trivial matter, it will have such consequences.

"Got it? You can't drink on an empty stomach anymore. Your gastric mucosa is already very weak. You should pay attention to your diet."

The nurse withdrew the needle from the back of her hand.Hating iron but not steel, he told Tsushima Hiiragi, "I've never seen a person who doesn't care about his body like you."

Tsushima Hiiragi could only listen silently, she didn't know why, she was already a Heroic Spirit, and it stands to reason that she didn't need to eat, so how could drinking alcohol cause stomach perforation?

The pain is still real.She hates pain the most.

Tsushima Hiiragi's life in the country was a round trip between the hospital and home, being hospitalized from time to time, and going home from time to time.

As a result, the doctors and nurses were familiar with her. Fukuzawa Yukichi was right. Tsushima Hiiragi didn't have the ability to live alone and take care of himself.

There are various reasons why Tsushima Hiiragi entered the hospital.Either she rolled down the stairs, or she drank bad wine and got food poisoning, or the man who accosted her was an informant, and then she started to have bad luck.

Hehe, Osamu Dazai's inherent attribute, lucky e.

The same thing happened today. Tsushima Hiiragi walked past an open-air basketball court and saw many high school students playing basketball.The youth is full of sweat, it seems to be shining.

The boy in the lead had blond hair and amber eyes.

Young and brimming with vitality, this is something that Tsushima Hiiragi never had before or now. She stopped and watched from a distance.

Then he was thrown into the hospital by a flying basketball.

She was lying on the hospital bed unrequitedly, and the blond boy sat beside her bed with a guilty expression on his face, scratching his hair.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I don't know what happened, the ball just dropped..."

Tsushima Hiiragi could only wave his hand to show that he didn't care.The hospital is the daily routine of Dazai Osamu, it would be unusual for her not to go to the hospital.

Probably because of guilt, this boy named Kise Ryota ran up and down to help Tsushima Hiiragi take care of the hospitalization.And paid the medical bills in advance.

After he finished his work, he went back to the ward, sat next to Tsushima Tadashi, and talked to him in a rambling manner. He was obviously good at getting along with the opposite sex, and he kept telling jokes, trying to make Tsushima Hiiragi happier.

Tsushima Hiiragi always hates getting along with people. People are creatures that are difficult to communicate with language, and it is difficult to see through. Communicating with people is even more terrifying, but Tsushima Hiiragi is really too lonely.

The boisterous laughter of the young boy reminded her of Osamu Dazai.

When he was at home, he was also as noisy as Kise Ryota, and he also liked to make trouble for no reason and love to act like a baby. There was always no peace in his home, but every word Dazai Osamu seemed to say unintentionally was carefully thought out.

Tsushima Hiiragi calculated in his mind, half of this year has passed, so Dazai-kun should be 17 years old this year.

He was about the same age as this child, but Osamu Dazai would never be able to smile like him.

I wonder how Dazai is doing now?

After the drip was finished and there was nothing left or right, Tsushima Hiiragi began to walk around the hospital while pressing the back of her hand where the needle had been removed. Her favorite place was the hospital's rooftop.

When viewed from the top down, the world is very big, and people will appear very small.

She leaned on the railing of the roof, propped her arms, and relaxed her upper body against the railing.

Suddenly, a clear male voice came from behind her,

"Miss Tsushima, are you hospitalized again?"

Tsushima Hiiragi turned around, and the violet-haired boy walked to her side with a smile, imitating her way and looking down with his arms propped up.

"It's not a big deal. You should be discharged from the hospital today."

"That's right." He propped his chin, quietly looking at the crowd in the distance. In the distance was a group of children, playing and fighting in the garden of the hospital.

His quiet gaze reveals sadness and longing.

Tsushima Hiiragi is a frequent visitor to the hospital, so he also met some patients. He is also a new friend Tsushima Hiiragi met when he was continuously admitted to the hospital.

A young man with extraordinary talent is seriously ill, which is simply a dramatic development.

But unlike his gentle and quiet appearance, he has a tough heart.Even when he was seriously ill, he still insisted on treatment.

Tsushima Hiiragi thought that if it was her serious illness, she would definitely not choose to treat it, nor would she want to wait until she was sick and die in pain.

It's better to leave easily from the beginning.

After hearing him say that he wanted to cure his illness, he continued to lead everyone to win consecutively in tennis.Tsushima Hiiragi appreciates people with this kind of personality very much, although she can't get along with this kind of personality at all, she only wants to protect herself and doesn't care about anyone she loves deeply.

She also hated this about herself, a selfish coward, afraid of being hurt, and unwilling to bear even the slightest pain.

Because I can't do it myself, I admire those who can persevere.

After all, it's so difficult to survive, she doesn't even dare to hold her own life in her own hands.

Tsushima Hiiragi said softly to him, "It will be fine."

Yukimura Seiichi glanced at her in surprise, and smiled softly like a flower blooming, he said softly,

"Thank you."

They blew the wind together on the roof for a while, and after a while the nurse came up and blamed Yukimura Seiichi for running out of the ward again. Yukimura Seiichi glanced at Tsushima Hiiragi and went downstairs with the nurse.

Human life is so great, it is amazing to believe that you can overcome everything even though you are fragile and helpless.

Tsushima Hiiragi grasped the railing tightly. In front of such a person, she could feel her own insignificance and sadness even more.

She is the aggregate of all the despair in the world, her existence itself is hopeless and futureless.

Tsushima Hiiragi was discharged from the hospital on the same day. The doctor may not be bothered to care about this patient who has been in the hospital for three days and is still occupying the bed. After checking her, after confirming that she is fine, he hurriedly handled it for Tsushima Hiiragi. discharged

When Tsushima returned home, the moon and stars were thin, she inserted the key into the door lock, and her movements suddenly stopped.

After staring at the key for a few seconds, Tsushima Hiiragi turned the key and opened the door.

Everything in the room is still the same as when she left, the beer bottles and high-end red wine scattered on the coffee table in the living room, the slippers thrown on the ground casually, the quilt that was crumpled up while watching TV on the sofa is still in place. On the sofa.

Tsushima Hiiragi glanced at it, then stopped paying attention, and walked lightly into the bedroom.

The light in the bedroom was very dark, the lights were not turned on, and the only light was the moonlight coming in from the large bay window.

Tsushima Hiiragi breathed lightly.

Under the moonlight, with messy bandages and curly hair, Osamu Dazai is no longer the same as when he left.I haven't seen him in a year, and I've grown a lot taller. I'm sitting on the bay window, with my long legs crossed, looking out the window with a blank expression on my face.

The cold moonlight spread on his face, Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes slightly, his slender eyelashes cast fine reflections on his cheeks, he was barefoot and rested his chin on his knees.

Even when he heard the movement, he still looked out the window without looking back, as if he was in his own house, only in his own world.

Like an abandoned cat.

Tsushima Hiiragi sighed, walked to his side, touched his hairy head, Dazai Osamu paused before raising his face, staring deeply at Tsushima Hiiragi's face.

The eye that was not bound by the bandage, the silent and lonely eye reflected the moonlight.

Sure enough, it was like that piece of black sea.