Miss Tsushima

The winter wind is really warm.

There is soft snow floating all around, there is no moon in the sky, the night sky is as black as the sea, and there are only street lamps on the street, which sprinkle silver cool light, like moons, woven into a dream of the Milky Way .

Tsushima Hiiragi walked quietly on the street, nothing? Nothing? Thinking? Let her feet walk casually? The wind mixed with snow particles blows into her neckline and gradually melts between her skin? , her eyes reflected? The world.

The wet street made by snow, the little children's footprints left on the snow, the flickering street lights on the sidewalk, the snow does not leave any gaps in the wrapping? She, connects the sky and the earth, and the snow is wet It touched her shoulders, leaving a thin layer of white on the top of her hair.

How beautiful this world is.

After the snow has fallen, a thin layer of white has accumulated on the shrubs on the side of the road, and the melted snow water rolls down from the branches and leaves, shining crystal light, the bark is moist, and the air is filled with the crisp rosin, From a distance, I heard voices coming from the homes of residents on the street.

How gentle this world is.

Tsushima Hiiragi seemed to be walking casually, nothing? Nothing? Thinking about it, letting her feet lead her? I don’t know which direction to take her, but she knows that her heart has already pointed her out. direction.

She walked for 15 minutes, and the snow fell more and more. Finally, Tsushima Hiiragi stopped and looked at the river in front of him.

That was the first time she saw the river during the reign of Dazai. Under the influence of the sudden drop in temperature, the surface of the river was covered with a thin layer of ice. Seeing the undercurrent that is invisible on the outside, it exudes a dangerous atmosphere in the depths.

At that time, Osamu Dazai was sitting under the river bank like this, with the hem of his clothes still dragging in the river, his face turned pale by the cold wind, and he raised his head slightly and looked at her, where did he come from?

Tsushima Hiiragi took off the high-toothed clogs with pine wood and plum blossoms, pondered for a while, then bent down to pick them up, put them neatly aside, climbed up the railing of the stone bridge, and pulled the clogs of her clothes. Hem, sitting above the railing.

It's here.

From under her, small stones rolled down due to friction and fell into the river, isn't it light? There was an audible sound of ice cracking, and the river water flowed out of the small hole. Tsushima looked at the sky, the sun was slowly rise slowly.

The sky is dyed a warm orange because of the golden yellow. The upper layer of the sky is still a deep dark blue, but the lower layer is already burning, thin, like a layer of peach-colored rouge spread with fingertips, light yellow, light yellow, Lavender, like gouache, draws dynamic paintings in the sky.

The sun continued to rise and slowly broke through the clouds. Tsushima Hiiragi closed his eyes and covered them with his hands, trying to look directly at the sun.

There is bright sunshine above her head, deep river water under her feet, and snowflakes like a small white flower. This world is so magnificent, it is laid directly in front of her, so beautiful. Everything in this world is really beautiful. It's so beautiful, Tsushima Hiiragi thought, she lowered her head, her clean feet dangled gently in the air, under the sun, it seemed to be transparent, and below was the silent river, pitch black with bottomless bottom.

I'm so happy, the wind blows Tsushima Hiiragi's hair? It brushes back? Tsushima Hiiragi stretches out his hand and holds the snowflakes in his hand. This moment is the most magnificent time in the world, the time when she has the most , is the happiest time, so be it.

The snow-falling sky, the warm sunshine, the rushing river that can swallow everything, ah, that's it.

She held Snowflake's hand tightly on her chest, closed her eyes, and fell backwards.

In this way, happiness will last forever, and these shining stars, including yourself, will all be stored in this silence.

"and many more--!!"

There was a distant calling, but Tsushima Hiiragi could not hear it clearly.

The hem of her clothes was gently blown by the wind, and the long black hair was blown away by the wind, like the wings of a flying bird, wrapping her heavily? She, just this flying bird, no longer? want? to fly.

Tsushima Hiiragi closed his eyes slightly, strands of black hair messed up in the wind, ah, how like spider silk, how fine and fine a web formed by spider silk.

She remembered how it looked like Akutagawa's "spider web".

There was a great thief named Kandata, who committed a lot of crimes and struggled in the eighteen hells. One day, the Buddha passed by and suddenly remembered that Kandata had released a spider, so he hung down from the nine heavens. A spider's thread.

From the lotus pond in the clouds, the spider silk hangs down into the eighteen layers of hell.

Kandata, who was being tortured in hell, looked up by chance and saw this spider thread hanging from the sky, he climbed up without hesitation, and when he was about to leave hell, he turned his head, Finding that the spider web was covered with other sinners, Kandata shouted angrily, and with his roar, the web suddenly broke.

In this way, he once again fell into the abyss of hell.

Is that so?Tsushima thought to himself, the black hair fluttering in front of her eyes was like a spider's thread, her spider's thread, she couldn't catch it.

When Kandata fell into hell, did he see the same sky?Tsushima Hiiragi was facing the sky, with strands of black hair blocking his sight, and glimpsed a glimpse of the sky between the faintly visible.

The sky is still the sky, blue so blue, fluttering? Orange flames.

Tsushima Hiiragi fell downward, lightly falling into a glass bottle like a butterfly.

"Crackling"

Crackling crackling crackling.

It was Tsushima Hiiragi's hair? Hair fell on the ice, and the faint, audible cracking sound echoed in her ears.

The coldness he had imagined did not come, and the tail of his hair had already fallen into the water, bringing a biting chill. Tsushima Hiiragi moved his fingers and touched the shallow ice surface.

She stopped in mid-air.Stopped an inch above the ice.

Tsushima Hiiragi tilted her head slightly, her face was barely a centimeter away from the ice layer, she saw herself reflected on the ice through the faint white mist on the ice surface.

So close, it's almost like being frozen under the ice.

Tsushima Hiiragi raised his head? He caught sight of the person standing by the bridge, and sure enough.

As blue as the sky, are Nakahara Chuya's eyes, and as orange as a flame, is his hair? Hair.

What held her in midair and prevented her from falling into the river was Chuya Nakahara's ability, "in the sorrow of being polluted".

When Tsushima Hiiragi just fell off the railing, he leaned out half of his body and looked at Tsushima Hiiragi in panic. His hands in black leather gloves held the railing tightly, and the steel railing was on his back. The subordinates are faintly deformed.

Tsushima Hiiragi looked at him, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, that smile was like a white lily that had withered and withered.

"Why... you want to save me..."

Tsushima Hiiragi's voice was soft, and the Tsugaru accent, which elongated the ending, was still gentle as if whispering.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also raised his hand, and she was gently lifted up by his ability.

Wrapped by Zhongye's ability, it was like falling into a sticky and fiery swamp. The whole person was tightly rubbed in it. There was no point of focus on the hands and feet, and it floated in mid-air weightlessly. .

Zhong Yuanzhong also pressed his hat and clenched his fists. His sea-like blue eyes were burning with flames.

"I said, as long as there is? Where I am, nothing will happen to you."

When Tsushima Hiiragi was placed on the ground, her whole body was still weak, as if all the strength in her whole body had been taken away by the leap just now. She looked at Nakahara Chuya, and Nakahara Chuya tightened his lips.

Tsushima Hiiragi no more? No more words, leaning his body on the railing, putting his face between his arms, exposing his eyes, and staring at the river.

"This is what you told me when you were fourteen years old."

"You've been saying this to me for so many years."

Her voice came through her arms muffled, and she simply buried her whole face in it, "Chuya, you've grown up so much, you still like to say these childish things..."

Zhong Yuan also leaned against the railing, supporting the railing with his elbows,

"I will always protect you. This sentence, no matter how long it takes, I will say so."

"But, I don't need protection." Tsushima Hiiragi said, "I'm so tired, let's just end it all, I want to sleep well."

"Do you understand? Chuya, that's how I am." She glanced at Zhongya Zhongyuan.Fu buried her face in her arms again, and the silky sleeves rubbed her face. She didn't "look up".

There was darkness in her sight, she had nothing? Nothing? Look, there was the smell of burning tobacco around him, and Zhong Yuanzhong also took back the lighter? In the pocket of his coat, a wisp of soot fell by his feet.

The author has something to say: Mr. Akutagawa's "spider silk" has been played in v3 and everyone knows it

Dazai couple duo:

Dazai: Leap of Faith (learned)

Tsushima: Leap of Faith (Mastered)

It was written.I lost the manuscript because of the stupid author's misoperation, crying loudly, rewriting it in the middle of the night while feeling uncomfortable, and no matter how I look at it, it is not as good as the first time I wrote it. I tried my best to rewrite it, but I only wrote a third of it. So sad (crying loudly)