Miss Tsushima

Two years ago, never imagined? Yes, there will be such a day.

At that time she? Just wanted to die, just wanted to escape.

How did Tsushima Hiiragi survive?In the icy river, the tingling sensation penetrated through the thin skin and entered the inside. When she was in the infinitely deep darkness, she once thought that she should not exist in this world.

It would be nice if it could dissipate easily.

This world is still so beautiful, all the beauty is clearly visible, there are always existences like Tachika and Chuya, the soul is shining, to the point where it can illuminate her darkness.

But, this is not enough, she will sleep forever in the Tama River, that dark river like a whirlpool.

Their souls are like distant lamps, shining white light, which is projected on the surface of the lake.

She? Under the deep water, looked up to see the light, twinkling on the surface of the water, casting a faint light like fireflies.

So bright, like fine diamonds.

It's not that she doesn't know that someone loves her?, it's not that she doesn't know that there is still light, it's not that she doesn't know the beauty of this world, but?

Even if you reach out, you can't touch it.

Already, it was so dirty.

You can't even touch the reflection of the lake, so how dare you pick the distant stars?

"Tsushima Hiiragi" is a monster born out of human's absurd delusion and gorgeous dreams, which does not exist in the world.

She has no magnificent past, no historical records, not even her own name.

Neither a hero nor a saint, she is a blank.

How could such an existence be able to ascend to the Heroic Throne.

If there is a choice, she? Hope was never born, like light and floating bubbles, easily shattered in the sun, and together with the spirit base, her? Body, together with all existence, was completely buried.

For others, her pain is probably nothing to complain about.

After all, in Chaldea, there are countless Heroic Spirits who have had a more miserable experience than her. She is so lonely, but she is afraid that others will find this out.

Only from writing, from the tip of the pen to write down the words bleeding from the heart, can barely relieve her pain.

Only writing is salvation.

But now, her? Desperate to escape, her instinct to escape, floated in the air like a thread, but was tied by a small rose.

The solid wood signature table is piled up in a tall pile like a hill.

Many readers know that today is her? birthday, even though she? said with a smile? No gifts? the entire desktop.

"Teacher Tsushima, you've worked hard today!" The staff around greeted her one after another.Busy cleaning up the venue.

It was already evening, and the signing session started in the afternoon. The behind-the-scenes staff had been really busy for a day, and now it ended perfectly, with similar tired but fulfilled smiles on their faces.

An assistant came to help Tsushima Hiiragi clean up the mountain of presents on the table, and sorted the presents and letters, "Mr. Tsushima, there are too many presents. Did you drive here? "

Tsushima Hiiragi picked up the bouquet, lowered his head to look at the messy flowers, and smiled, "No, I didn't drive."

"Then what should we do?" The assistant frowned, "I'll find someone to take you back."

Tsushima Hiiragi shook his head, stood up, "I'll go back."

"Then...these? Gifts? Will they be sent directly to your home?" the assistant asked.

Tsushima Hiiragi nodded slightly, "Thank you, that's it, thank you for your hard work today."

The air conditioner in the venue was very cool. Even in the evening in June, the air was getting hotter and hotter, as if the sky was being lowered down, and it was falling heavily on people's hearts.

When he was about to leave the venue, Tsushima Hiiragi took off the coat of the long trench coat, revealing the thin black clavicle shirt inside.

"Oh, teacher? Your clothes are stained with mud!" The staff around him exclaimed.

When Tsushima Hiiragi heard these words, she lowered her head. Her clothes were made of off-white satin material, exuding a soft luster like pearls. At first glance, they were expensive fabrics, and the chest was stained with dark traces. .

"Is it mud?" The staff cast doubtful eyes on the bouquet in Tsushima Hiiragi's hand, the flowers in simple packaging, it is not surprising that they are stained with mud.

Tsushima Hiiragi stretched out his hand to touch the trace, then raised the bouquet in his hand again, and looked at it seriously. In an instant, the expression on her face changed, showing a softness.

It was a kind of gentleness that was overwhelmed and cautious.

"No, it's not a big deal."

Instead, she folded the jacket and put it in the handbag. After thanking the staff one by one, she walked out through the back entrance of the venue with the bouquet in her arms.

"Hey, don't you think so?"

When Tsushima Hiiragi's back was too far away to be seen, the assistant shifted his gaze to the staff next to him and murmured,

"Mr. Tsushima, you seem to really like that bouquet of flowers?"

The staff nodded desperately with a force so strong that he doubted that he would shake his chin off.

It was strange that such a bouquet of flowers was neither pretty nor fancy.

He was deeply puzzled.

The color is dazzling, and the flowers are not very fresh, and some are even bald, revealing bare stems without petals.

Why does Mr. Tsushima like such a bouquet of flowers?

From the side door of the meeting place, there is a flat path with some finely broken pebbles and a little bit of dust floating on it.

Very quiet, no one.

Tsushima Hiiragi walked alone on this street, holding the bouquet in front of his eyes.

Use a bandage to wrap the stem at will, and the long bandage will hang down naturally.

She looked at it, suddenly tightened her fingers slowly, and gathered a bunch of flower stems between her fingers.

The slender ones that ooze juice from the stems are the peach blossom stems, and the ones with fine fluff are the hydrangea bulbs.

It is the thorn of the rose that pricks the palm.

prick.

The sharp and sharp pain clearly penetrated deep into the skin, Tsushima Hiiragi let go of his hand, and little by little appeared on the palm of his hand, like the marks of red plums.

She spread her palms, staring deeply at these marks, and then shifted her gaze to the bandages.

Similar bit by bit, is the trace left when you hold it tightly.

She? Understand what is the dark trace on the chest of the windbreaker.

With a slight pain, Tsushima Hiiragi moved his fingers, and slowly curled up his fingers.

"too stupid."

Holding the rose with thorns so hard with his hand is really something Osamu Dazai can do.

She looked at the flowers in her hand in a daze.

The cell phone in his arms suddenly rang. Is it a crisp jingle bell? Tsushima Hiiragi took out the cell phone from his pocket.

What was displayed on the screen was an unfamiliar number.

Tsushima Hiiragi held the paper bag and bouquet in one hand, and opened the screen with the other.

After holding the phone, the palm of the hand felt a burst of pain.

She sighed, held the phone to her ear, and slowly moved her legs.

There was a quiet blank on the other end of the phone.

The street is very quiet, and the other end of the phone is also very quiet, there is no sound.

Tsushima Hiiragi listened for a while, then held the phone in front of him, and glanced at the number again.

She clicked on the loudspeaker for hands-free, and brought the receiver of the mobile phone closer to her ear.

Now I can faintly hear the sound of breathing from the other end of the phone.

The other side also seems to be trying to get close to the phone, and the sound of breathing is extremely close to the receiver. Although it is deliberately lightened, it still seems to be whispering against the ear.

With the help of a loudspeaker, the almost silent breathing came clearly to Tsushima Hiiragi's ears.

Tsushima Hiiragi sighed in his heart, carefully did not make any sound, maintained the posture of holding the mobile phone, did not speak, and walked on the way home.

No one passes by this path on weekdays. When the soles of shoes step on it, fine dust slowly rises.

Tiny dust floats lazily in the air, and under the sun's rays, it also turns into golden dust.

Tsushima Hiiragi looked at the sky while casually kicking the stones under his feet.

The street, the sky, the sunset, she walked slowly, maintaining this posture, crossing the sidewalk, the traffic lights, the bustling commercial street, and the quiet alley.

When the seagulls circled over their heads, Tsushima Hiiragi suddenly realized that he was approaching the sea. When he raised his eyes, the vast sea was reflected in his eyes.

On the surface of the blue sea, the sun has just set, and it burns a piece of sea like fire.

It was almost as if the sun had dropped into the water.

The coast is covered with fine white sand, and when you step on it, there is a slight sinking feeling, as if you have fallen into a soft trap.

Tsushima Hiiragi looked at the sea from time to time, and walked onto a huge black reef, from which he could see a beautiful coastline.

She sat down, put the handbag aside, lowered her head and continued to appreciate the bouquet of flowers carefully.

The sound of the wind, the sound of sea waves gently beating against the coastline, and the distant but wirelessly close breathing sound from the mobile phone.

Her world is filled with these kinds of voices.

Tsushima Hiiragi sat here for a long time.

From sunset to full sundown, the sea breeze gradually cooled down.

There has been no sound on the other side, and they have not spoken.It was so silent, silently listening to the other party's breathing.

I don't know how long it has passed, but she also maintained the original posture without moving.

In the midst of the silence, a soft meow suddenly came from the opposite side.

It came from a farther place, approaching at a very fast speed, and then approached the location of the mobile phone.

The opposite side seemed to have not expected such a situation, there was a rush, the sound of knocking over something, and a soft cry of pain.

Tsushima Hiiragi could almost imagine that the cat that suddenly ran over jumped on his face, and then he was stepped on hard.

The image of Michiko bouncing up and down vigorously on his body, even if she didn't imagine it, still clearly appeared in front of her eyes.

You are in a hurry, Michiko is not easy to deal with, as long as she is entangled, she will stick to her body like a twisted joint.

She? Once her furry claws catch your bandage, there is no way to get rid of it easily no matter how hard you try.

Only with her? Have fun for a while.

Tsushima Hiiragi couldn't help chuckling.

The soft voice crawled along the receiver to the opposite side, the movement on the other side suddenly stopped, and after two seconds, he immediately hung up the phone.

Tsushima Hiiragitoki sighed when he heard the busy voice on the other side.

Osamu Dazai is an existence beyond ordinary people, timid but full of bad ideas.

Obviously it is something that can be easily obtained by saying a word, but he has to make nine turns and make eighteen turns, and let others offer it himself through lies and deceit.

He never takes the initiative, and plays tricks carefully, hoping to be noticed by the other party who deliberately shows carefulness, and then understand his thoughts.

Gaining attention in this way is like a child.

It's like coquettishly saying, "Look at me quickly."

"I can't survive alone."

"I'm different from you, I'll get hurt if I'm not careful."

"If you don't look at me, I will die casually."

"Look? Me."

Although this? method is stupid and stupid...

Osamu Dazai knows her too well?

The phone was already hot, and Tsushima Hiiragi held it in front of his eyes.

Call time

"Two hours, 45 minutes and 17 seconds"

She looked at the remaining [-]% of the battery, slowly closed her eyes, and pressed her temples with her fingers.

After being close to the mobile phone for too long, my ears started to feel a little hot, and there was a little bit of tinnitus, and the involved nerves felt a little tingling.

Tsushima Hiiragi looked at the sea helplessly and pressed the replay button.

Tsushima Hiiragi couldn't touch the stars, but tried hard to hold the hand in the mud.

She looked at the flowers in her arms, the gorgeous petals withered and faded withered edges.

There is no other way, so be it.

Now that he's reaching out to her, take it.

Even if you sink, in the mud, one person is always lonelier than two.

The author has something to say: the way of falling in love for stupid couples.

The behavior of making a silent phone call is idiotic, and it can be successful because their brain waves match. Good children must not learn from it!

津岛小姐的视角下，宰宰还是小朋友呢，但是人家已经是成人了，把男人当小孩，以后会因为这种固定思维吃大亏啊（笑）感谢在2020-10-2102:49:15~2020-10-2308:56:51期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 30 bottles of Yuli Jun; 20 bottles of my wife’s running dog; 10 bottles of Rourou; 1 bottle that made the author cry;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!