Miss Tsushima

The sky is red and the river is black.

Soaked in the muddy swamp, no light can be seen, and the mouth and nose are covered with fine sand.

This feeling, as if she sank in the boundless river of the dead before she woke up, only a sad, melancholy, wandering soul.

You can't see, you can't hear, you can't touch, it seems that even yourself has melted away, and you want to grasp something, only to find your own existence.

It's all empty.

Sinking deeply in the soft pillow, waking up in the morning soaked in the smell of disinfectant water, Tsushima Hiiragi opened his eyes with difficulty, his mind was blank.

The pain in the throat was like being cut by a knife, and it was difficult to open the eyes. The whole body was limp, and the soul seemed to be floating in mid-air.

There was a blank in the sight, it took Tsushima Hiiragi a long time to turn his eyes, and the various organs of the body gradually returned to work.

This is the ceiling of the hospital.

Why are you in the hospital?By the way, she watched Dazai Osamu go back to the kotatsu and write non-stop. The room was so warm that it made people drowsy. As she wrote, she felt heavy drowsiness and felt dizzy when she got up , and then things...

Tsushima Hiiragi moved his fingers, feeling his hand being held tightly by someone.

A soft hand, small and warm, clutching her little finger.

With light-colored hair and a fleshy face, she was lying on the side of her bed with her eyes closed, making a small snoring sound.

It's a child on the street, Tsushima Hiiragi watched the two blushes on the child's face from sleep, and gently pulled out his hand. His name is... yes, Natsume, Natsume Takashi.

That strange child always stayed alone in the park, and lived with his aunt because his parents died. He said it was his aunt, but in fact he was a distant relative whose blood was so weak that the 8-year-old child couldn't figure it out.

Aunt doesn’t care about him, he always stays alone in the park, talking to himself in the air, the neighbors don’t like this child, Mrs. Okuda from the neighbor’s house once warned Tsushima Hiiragi that this child is full of lies My little liar always said that he could see monsters.

It's really strange, no one can tell a lie, no one listens to what an innocent child says, no one believes it.

As if sensing Tsushima Hiiragi's gaze, Natsume Takashi rubbed his sleepy eyes and let go.

He looked like he was sleepy without knowing where he was, and when he stared blankly at Tsushima Hiiragi who looked at him with a smile, a layer of mist slowly formed in his eye sockets.

Natsume Takashi wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, sobbed a little, "Miss Tsushima, are you awake?"

The child's concern was written on his face, straightforward and simple, Tsushima Hiiragi couldn't help but want to smile, and just about to speak, there was another sharp pain in his throat.

Natsume Takashi quickly jumped out of bed and brought her a water glass, "The doctor said you can't talk yet." He hurried back and forth in the ward, greeted the doctor, and returned to Tsushima Hiiragi's bed.

"Miss Tsushima, you have been sleeping for many days. I took Ms. Michiko to find you that day, and I saw the door was open..." He couldn't continue talking, his eyes were red, "You fell on the edge of the bed..."

That's right, Tsushima Hiiragi thought about it for a while, this is also the imagination given to her by the public as the "Heroic Spirit Dazai".

Because she is such a person in people's eyes, she has such qualities.

Tsushima Hiiragi touched the top of his head, his cool hair was thin and soft, Natsume Takashi's tears finally fell down, "The doctor said you were poisoned by carbon monoxide, luckily you were rescued in time."

Tsushima Hiiragi held his shoulders and pulled him into his arms. Natsume Takashi kicked off his shoes, climbed onto the hospital bed, and buried his head in her warm arms, "I sneaked out, Auntie didn't Let me go out."

"But Auntie won't find out that I'm coming to see you." He paused, as if he was thinking about how to express: "Miss Michiko should be worried about you too, and I'm also worried that you'll be hospitalized alone..."

He spoke cautiously, with a choked soft ending, Tsushima Hiiragi stroked his back comfortingly, and slowly wrote stroke by stroke in Natsume Takashi's soft palm,

"Thank you."

Natsume Takashi blinked his eyelashes with teardrops, and showed a shy smile. This child seems to be very bad at expressing his feelings. At this age where he can act willfully and act like a baby, he would feel embarrassed because he cried Dodge your eyes.

He was really worried about Tsushima Hiiragi's safety, she was the only one who would smile at him, chat with him, and play with him.

Only Tsushima Hiiragi would believe what he said.

Natsume Takashi came to this city a few months ago, and Miss Tsushima had already lived here at that time.

Auntie is very busy every day and has no time to take care of him. There are cold meals covered with plastic wrap on the table, and he will heat them up by himself.

He has been very lonely.

The street where Tsushima Hiiragi lives is full of duplex villas. There is a big park at the end of the street. Every night, many parents bring their children to play. He listens to the laughter and stands alone watching They play.

"Are you alone too?"

Natsume Takashi had no friends in this city until a little boy with a spiky head and a bright smile in a red vest approached him. His name was Yuro.

They play in the park every night.

With friends, Natsume Takashi's life has color, eating alone, sleeping alone, being ignored by everyone, and the fear brought about by being like a non-existent person is finally relieved.

He finally had a smile on his face and became cheerful.

That night, when he and Yonglang were building a sand castle, they turned around and saw a little red spark in the darkness.

A woman was sitting on a swing in the park, holding a cigarette between her fingertips, her face was blurred by the smoke, she was silently watching this side, watching Yuro and Natsume who were playing.

Natsume Takashi heard from his aunt that Miss Tsushima lived in the house full of peach blossoms and hydrangeas.

Perhaps because of the courage brought by making friends, he ran to Tsushima Hiiragi and invited her to play together, because she seemed lonelier than him.

Does she have no friends too?But I heard from my aunt that she is a very good writer.

"Play with?"

Tsushima Hiiragi stubbed out the cigarette before he came running, she cast her eyes in the direction where Yurou was,

"Okay."

Takashi Natsume has two friends.

Ms. Tsushima is a bit strange, she only talks to Natsume Takashi, and Yuro is also very strange. He never talks to Ms. Tsushima. be happy.

Until that day, when Mrs. Okuda next door picked up the child and went home, she happened to see Natsume and Yuro talking passionately, her face suddenly became ugly, and her child asked Natsume Takashi loudly,

"Who are you talking to?"

Natsume Takashi looked at Mrs. Okuda suspiciously, and then turned to Yuiro.

"The kid is talking to me."

A voice came from behind, and Ms. Tsushima slowly walked over, and stopped Natsume Takashi behind her without a doubt.

"But, I just saw that he is here alone..." Mrs. Okuda looked at Natsume Takashi, and then said to Tsushima Hiiragi earnestly, "This child is always lying, weird."

"Yes, yes, I heard that he always talks to himself here alone, and always comes out to play in the middle of the night." Mrs. Okuda's children also chimed in.

"I think you misunderstood."

Ms. Tsushima felt the little hand behind her grabbing the hem of her clothes gradually tightening, her expression remained unchanged, "This kid has been playing with me."

"Just the two of us."

"Is that so?" Mrs. Okuda looked suspiciously at Natsume Takashi who was hiding behind Ms. Tsushima, said nothing more, and left in a hurry.

"Yongrou..." Natsume Takashi looked at his partner, hoping that he would say something, Yurou lowered his head, "I'm sorry...I..." He bit his lower lip and couldn't speak, turned around and rushed in In the dark night, the figure disappeared.

"Miss Tsushima can't see it either?" Natsume Takashi confirmed to Tsushima Hiiragi with tears in his voice.Is he the weird bad boy?Only he can see it?Or is it all his hallucinations?

"I... can see."

Tsushima Hiiragi told an obvious lie.

Natsume Takashi cried and threw himself into her arms.

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Tsushima Hiiragi tried to get out of bed, and Natsume Takashi immediately came up to support her. She was already lying on her stiff limbs, and she walked out of the ward after listening to the doctor's nagging instructions.

The sky outside the hospital was a clear blue with low floating clouds, Tsushima exhaled.

Natsume Takashi walked beside her, barely reaching her waist, holding her hand obediently.

"Guizhi, you said..."

Before taking out the key to open the door, Tsushima Hiiragi paused suddenly, and Natsume Takashi looked up at her face hidden in the shadows in confusion.

"Was the door open when you came to me?"

"Really? That's right. Kishi, you should go home first."

Tsushima Hiiragi hooked the corner of his mouth and opened the door.

A raccoon cat with orange fur jumped out and meowed around Tsushima Hiiragishi's feet, and Tsushima Hiiragishi picked it up and stroked its back: "Michiko, I'm back, what do you want Are you okay? Thanks to Guizhi for taking care of you during this time, you should play well with Guizhi."

The cat meowed lazily, and Tsushima Hiiragi kicked off his shoes and walked into the room. The cat named Michiko jumped down and ran around the room, using a small black box as a toy, non-stop Grab it with your fingertips.

Tsushima Hiiragi walked to it, picked it up, and put the little toy back into the skeleton's hand beside the folding bed.

She silently looked at the black box in the skeleton's hand, and laughed silently for a long time: "Little bastard..."

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"Prick, prick, prick—"

Osamu Dazai almost threw the earphones out.

"Dazai-kun, did you listen to me well?" Mori Ogai looked helplessly at Dazai who insisted on dying, lying on the hospital bed, "Carbon monoxide poisoning is uncomfortable, right? Your subordinates rushed you to me When you come here."

"You almost died."

"You have to know." Mori Ogai walked to the glass window, looking down at the scenery of Yokohama, "You should be fine."

Osamu Dazai fiddled with the headphones in his hand, and said in a cheerful tone, "If something happens to me as a witness, Mr. Mori's position as the leader will also be shaken."

"That's why, Mr. Sen, you have so many people staring at me."

"However, you can rest assured." Dazai Osamu played with the bandage wrapped around his finger and laughed, "I came across something interesting."

"Suddenly... I want to live for a few more days."