Drowning in a sea of ​​moonlight

Like floating in warm water.

My five senses were covered with a layer of mist. Dimly, I heard the noise of people coming and going around me, and felt unreal pain from the wound.

Everything in the world seems to be shrinking and going away.

Just like a drop of water melting into the sea, when my consciousness is about to merge into the void formed by countless lingering consciousnesses, what emerges before my eyes is what happened when I was recuperating in that air-raid shelter.

The most vivid is the first sentence Tsushima said when I woke up.

"Oh, I woke up so fast."

He said: "Meeting is fate, would you like to hear me tell a story?"

He babbled on and on to me as I recovered, about why he had abandoned his wife and son, and why he was now wandering about.

He is a rare ability to eliminate abilities in the world, and what is unknown is that this ability seems to be passed down from generation to generation from two generations of his ancestors. Whenever the oldest child of the next generation becomes an adult At that time, you will get the ability of the Patriarch.

People only know that the family's status is respected. Even in the era when people with supernatural powers emerge in large numbers, the head of the family has no supernatural powers and still holds important positions in the government.

But what they don't know is that the government has firmly grasped this secret, and is using it more and more arbitrarily.

He has a wife he loves very much, and a smart and lovely child.

Although his own wisdom is much stronger than that of his predecessors, the Japanese authorities are all over the place, and it is difficult to find any waves with his own strength.

Therefore, he made a determination: In order not to be controlled by the government anymore, and for his children to never be a puppet at the mercy of others, he decided to let this ability be obliterated in his own generation.

To do this, he needs to disappear before his own child becomes an adult.

Although the son can be used as a hostage to threaten him, the official people dare not touch him because his own lifespan is limited, and they need this ability to be used by the government all the time.

Therefore, they will do everything they can to protect his son. No matter whether he escapes successfully or not, his son must be safe.

The plan was perfect.So as not to arouse suspicion, and so that his children would not grieve unduly after his death, he repressed his emotions and remained indifferent every day.

Although his wife suffered from sequelae during childbirth and became mentally abnormal, it didn't matter.Soon, soon, they will all be free.

He smiled and said to me: "At that time, I hope you don't stop me."

I looked at him and felt a little sad for him: "...Aren't you unwilling?"

"Of course I'm not reconciled. However, the person I love deeply may still be free. Thinking about it this way, I don't think it is unacceptable."

His tone became teasing, "It seems that when you are about to drown, as long as a straw is stretched over the shore, it can inspire hope for infinite life.

Human beings are such pathetic creatures, even if they are aware of this, when they really see the straw, they are still uncontrollably ecstatic. "

He looked at me, smiling happily and resolutely, "But, I've firmly grasped this straw, and I won't let it go."

...However, what he didn't know was that there was more than one way to inherit this ability.

It can be a voluntary transfer, or it can be a forced transfer to the next holder when the previous holder dies.

Like a curse.

Therefore, the scene he imagined did not appear.

When I woke up, I didn't know how long it had been.

The sky outside the window is as clear as water, from extremely clear blue to light and light all the way to the intersection with the sea in the distance, it becomes a color that seems to be wiped away with a hand.

Next to me was a man in pitch black, who was lazily leaning on a chair with his hands on the back of the chair, but when he saw me open his eyes, he straightened up: "...yo, are you awake? Did you wake up quickly?"

I tried to move my lips, only to realize that I could hardly make a sound, only the hoarse vibration of my vocal cords.

The man quickly brought me a glass of water, leaned down as if looking at me carefully, and said in a worried voice, "...Hey, hey, can't you be stupid? Look at me carefully. Do you know me? me?"

I took a sip of water from his hand, looked at him as I said, and tried my best to focus my slack eyes on his face.

His facial features are very handsome, with a wild and unrestrained beauty between his brows and eyes, his sea-colored eyes are calm and extremely translucent, so clear that even the sky outside would be eclipsed.

I recognize those eyes.

"...Central Plains, Cadres"

Trying to make a sound, it turned out to be nothing like a human voice, more hoarse like the sound of a saw tearing through silk.

Zhong Yuan frowned, and said helplessly: "Okay, I know you're not stupid, so stop talking and drink up the water quickly."

I worked my way through it and whispered to him, "...thank you very much."

He waved his hand indifferently: "It's a small matter. When I just arrived, I saw that you woke up, so I was more or less relieved."

After saying this, his eyes suddenly became serious, like seawater freezing, emitting a cold and harsh light in the sun: "But I came here to ask you something. Tell me, what is it that you are approaching Dazai?" Purpose?"

He didn't even tell me that he sent me back.It is estimated that the attitude is so casual, because I thought I was just thanking the water.Nor did he want me to think I had anything else to thank him for.

The time I was in a coma this time was definitely not short.I don't even know how long he stayed here.

Looking at his refreshed look and what he said, it seemed that it hadn't been long, but if it was really that short, it would be impossible to know that this was the first time I opened my eyes.

Even if he had just arrived, he must have been keeping people informed of my situation.

But he didn't say a word.

Moreover, I asked about his partner when I came up. If I didn’t see him before I passed out, I might think that Dazai sent someone to bring me back, and he would come to see me, really just to question me about being close to Dazai intention of.

I looked at his face, and for a moment two words came to my mind.

Angel.

The author has something to say:

Well, angel.Really an angel.

A friendship was born.

The memory killing from Dad Dazai is not over yet.I belatedly found out that his temperament is indeed similar to Wu Zhenzai (sluggish), but he is much more sunny than Wu Zhenzai.

In the next chapter, let's put Zhongye's perspective, and see how the little pink flowers all over his body are playing with Zhongye today (mistake)