Russian Rice Ball Feeding Manual

"I really want to find a place to take a bath." Osamu Dazai complained, pulling at the hem of his clothes, "It's so dirty... so disgusting."

The dust mixed with the blood, leaving the clothes in mottled shapes.With a finger brushing over it, dried blood clots fell down.

"Be patient."

Odasaku actually looked more embarrassed. When he avoided the attack, he often rolled on the ground, and the whole windbreaker was covered with dust.

"Dazai, is Fyodor really alright by himself?"

"It's okay, it's okay, it's strange if he has something to do. Fyodor-kun, it's like a duck to water in this kind of place, and the pure white environment will restrict him."

Dazai took out a roll of clean bandages from his pocket, and wrapped them around his arms little by little.It wasn't because of being injured by a sneak attack, but when I was just evading, I carelessly stepped on an unstable rock and fell down, and my right arm was scratched by the steel bars on the side of the road.

"I really hate being on the front line. I have always hated being on the front line. Obviously, the value I bring to the front line is far lower than the value of being in the back."

He is very proficient at wrapping bandages, and there is no problem with his left hand operation. While wrapping, he chirped with Oda Tsukuru, focusing on two purposes: "Hey, how much did Oda Tsukuru remember?"

"what?"

"Oda Saku didn't remember it at all, did he?" Osamu Dazai opened his eyes in surprise, and the corners of the boy's unopened eyes already had attractive arcs, "No, no, Oda Saku probably didn't completely Haven't noticed this, have you?"

"Our memory is slowly recovering. The age of the body and the range of memory no longer match."

"..." Oda Sakunosuke was silent.

He tried to recall his memory.Before Dazai Osamu mentioned this matter, he really didn't pay attention to whether there was something more in his memory.

Normal people don't compare their memories every day.What's more, those things didn't appear suddenly, it was more like things that were originally covered by a corner were gradually uncovered.It was originally my own memory, but when it reappeared in my mind, naturally there was no sense of disobedience.

As soon as he was reminded now, Odasaku quickly found out what he should not have known at this point in time.

"Curry. The way I make curry..." he said with difficulty, "I seem to have adopted a child after the age of 16. After that, the way of making curry is a little different."

Modified the recipe to suit the tastes of the kids.And recently, he is so proficient in taking care of Dazai Fei Jia, as if he has been a male mother for countless years, which is probably the reason.

Although more things can not think of.But he can confirm that he can't be 16 years old.

"Dazai, you and Fyodor also...?"

"Yes." Dazai Osamu's kite-colored eyeballs fell into deeper darkness, "I also remembered, some not so good memories."

Lei Guo Street...Mafia...Mr. Mori and the dwarves, huh.

Even though I have already anticipated my future, there is still a subtle discomfort when the memory comes back.He still couldn't find what he wanted.

"What happens when the memory comes back completely?"

"Odasaku, I don't know about this kind of thing, I don't have the ability to predict the future." Dazai straightened his clothes and stuffed the remaining bandages back. "However, I always feel that you and I seem to be very familiar... Is it an illusion?"

"Maybe. The memory hasn't fully recovered yet."

……

Fyodor stood in the blood and let out a breath.

A little tired.

The other side saw that he needed contact to activate his supernatural ability, and now he finally started to think about how to use long-range attacks to get rid of him.

Relying on his ability to predict, he has survived until now.It's a pity that physical strength will be exhausted, and the opponent can't kill them all by relying on crowd tactics.He had been cornered, the front road was blocked, the back road was a huge crack, and the left and right sides were blocked by gravel.

Fyodor had no choice but to stop, leaning against the dusty stone slab, panting softly to calm his heartbeat.

"Mr. Dazai will be very envious if he finds out."

He glanced behind him without any hesitation.

Just half a step back, the body was completely dominated by gravity, and fell into the crack of the ground together with the loose stones.This is the freedom of flying for only a moment.

A few cold lights stabbed past him, it was the unrelenting attack of those monsters.

Seeing Fyodor's near-suicidal behavior, they not only did not relax, but became more irritable, creaking and opening their mouths full of fangs, communicating in an incomprehensible language.

Fyodor knew that he had found the right one.

This kind of creature has low intelligence, but its actions are full of organization, as if there are invisible things that are unified and manipulated.After several face-to-face observations, Fyodor did not find any communication equipment on them.

Excluding the scientific and technological direction, it can only be related to the biological direction.This kind of behavior also exists in nature. The queen bee is to the bee, the queen is to the ant, and the whole social system is maintained by some invisible connection, and the tools will serve the only mother.

In the process of escaping, Fyodor almost picked the direction the other party didn't want.Turning in that direction makes them more impatient, so go in that direction.Most of the troops were led away by Oda Sakunosuke, but he was quite relaxed.

After a small half circle, the "Queen of Ants" was finally located.

Fyodor grabbed a stone brick protruding from the cliff, regardless of the fact that his palm would be scratched by the sharp surface, he forcefully let himself fall on a small platform in the middle of the cliff, and at the same time bent his knees and rolled to release the force, and rolled all the way to the top Invisible corners.

"A great crime."

In the depths of this dark trench, lies the only huge creature. Most of its body is buried in the ground, only the center is raised, translucent black, slowly wriggling with breathing.I can't tell whether it is the abdomen or the brain, or maybe both. This is not a creature that the common sense of the earth can guess.

People who are afraid of giants and insects may be dizzy after seeing this scene.Fyodor looked at it for a long time—not long, really, trying to get all the details of the creature into his mind.

Fortunately, before the pursuers jumped down, he came to its side first.

Seen from a close distance, this majestic life is even more impactful.It's just that, unlike most life, it doesn't conjure beautiful words.

Fyodor reached out and touched its stomach.

It is the last blessing for the unborn.

They don't have to suffer anymore.You don't have to be born like an ant, you don't have to die like an ant, you can get eternal happiness.

The result was that Fyodor stood whole in a pool of filthy blood, drenched in the gushing liquid, and narrowly escaped drowning.

The nose, as an organ, is completely shut down at this time.Stimulated by the too strong smell, the eyes began to shed liquid without authorization.

"Ah!"

And after getting soaked, it's really cool.

He found a place where he could get shelter from the wind before it completely cooled down.

Without this mother body, those annoying pursuers also disappeared.Fyodor looked around, and found that apart from the pool of blood that was gradually congealed and the skeletons piled up into mountains, the bottom of this crack in the ground was very flat, like a carefully constructed nest.Looking up, I can only see a uniformly cut gray line, which is the not beautiful sky in this world.

He took off his blood-soaked coat, hung it on his arm, and began to walk deeper along the road.

Since people often come, there should be a way to go up.

……

This Death Star ushered in the second wave of guests today.

Small spaceships drifted low, and radars looked for nearby heat sources.

"It's really a difficult task. How could someone send things to such a ghostly place."

"Found it! It should be the person below."

"Let me take a look..." The captain and cosmic express delivery man compared the photo with the real person captured by the camera. The face should indeed be the same person, but the temperament...

"Is that blood?" The employee's tone was a little unbelievable.

"Why do you care so much? We just need to confirm that it is the person." The captain reprimanded and turned on the horn.

"Hey—the people below pay attention—the spaceship is docked—"

There was only one person below, and that was Fyodor.He stopped and looked at the spaceship that had been swaying left and right in the sky for a long time: Cosmic Express.

The spaceship stopped and was very close to him, and the wind and waves blew all the hair up.

"Are you Fyodor... er... M, Mikhail... Lovech... Dos, Dostoevsky?"

"Yes."

"There is your courier, please sign for it."

A form was handed over, Fyodor hesitated for a moment, and signed a series of fluent letters.

In this universe, it is actually obvious who will send him something.

"Since it has been delivered, we will leave first."

The spaceship started immediately, without delay.

Fyodor squatted down, looked at the package in front of him, found a sharp stone and began to disassemble the package.Because it is cosmic express, the package is extremely tight.

He weighed it, but it wasn't heavy.

Fyodor unpacked the last layer of cartons.

in……

Cleanly lay three folded garments, a cloak, and goggles.A letter lay on the clothes.

He paused.The outstretched fingers retracted again, and the fingertips wiped the clean lining of the clothes before pinching the letter.

"From Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky"

Unexpectedly, Ming Liu remembered his full name, and the beginning of the letter was unexpectedly serious.

"To dear Fedya:"

"It's useless to write something like a letter, but it's better to write something at this time."

"Fedya—"

"What are you doing to alien planets!!!"

It became a rather unserious tone, almost jumping out of the letter paper and beating someone.

"First of all, don't run around, it's better to find a safe place to eat something. Forget it, you should eat less unfamiliar food. Some races like to eat weird things the most."

There are several lines crossed out here.

"It's too dangerous, this is my fault. Gintoki said that you may have gone to my home planet, and there is nothing to see there. But if you really want to see it, you must remember to bring goggles and a cloak, I guess you didn't bring them."

"There is too much dust in my hometown. If there is no rainy day, it will be very painful and easily cause respiratory diseases. Fei Jia, I am talking about you. If Dazai said, remind him not to run to dangerous places. I broke my bones. Oda Saku is the same, the universe is more dangerous than imagined."

"Afterwards, I must go to the doctor to prescribe two medicines for reducing fire, and I am dying of anxiety."

Compared to a letter, this is more like a message, scattered and jumping.Judging from the handwriting, it was written in a hurry, and the wrong place was simply crossed out and repeated.

"If you are curious about my past, let's go buy some meat next week and chat while eating hot pot. Those things are not ulterior motives."

The letter paper turned over and there was another page.

"I'm sorry, Fedya."

"It's impossible to say the words 'I completely believe in you' anyway, and there may not be time to remedy it afterwards. The so-called belief may be just wishful thinking and self-deception."

"But I still hope that Feijiado will trust me a little bit. Just a little bit."

"Is that all right, Fedya?"

His voice could almost be heard praying.

There was also a line of small scrawled characters in the corner, hard to read between two heavy streaks of ink.Fyodor shook the letter, leaned closer to the page...

"Fedya—"

The auditory hallucinations caused by the associations brought by the letter paper suddenly came to fruition. The voice he had heard countless times in the past few days sounded again, and Fyodor raised his head subconsciously.

He was thrown down.

Because the person who jumped directly from the high place in a hurry came straight to him without any pause, and of course Fyodor, who was exhausted physically, couldn't catch him.On the contrary, he almost rolled back to the abyss that he had finally climbed up, and his waist, which had been plagued by disasters, tended to strain his muscles.

Ming Liu gave him a hand, and pulled him straight into his arms who had fallen backwards.

"Finally found."

Fyodor rarely heard Mingliu panting when he spoke, it seemed that since the time we met, he was always full of energy and had never been so tired.

The letter paper in his hand flew out because of the action just now, and now it made two circles in the air, and fell to the bottomless seam.

Fyodor stared at the letter.

"If you lose the letter, you lose it. Am I no better than one letter?" Ming Liu didn't care about that at all. "If Fei Jia still wants to read the contents of the letter, I can write you a hundred letters after I go back."

"It seems that the cosmic express is still not safe, it's too slow, and it's not as convenient as my express boat." He curled his lips and complained, "Why do you think I will come here? I haven’t been back here for a year, and the bad air will affect my health.”

"Fei Jia...it's really cold to hug you."

He still didn't let go, just like a nervous cat who can't flatten the exploded cat for a while, his pupils dilated, and he murmured all he wanted to say.

So he couldn't see Fyodor who was being hugged, and smiled sincerely at the gray sky where he couldn't see.

Probably, you don't need to read to know what Mingliu wrote in the letter.

"Even if you are standing beside the abyss, I want to reach out and try." There is such a sentence in the small letters on the letter paper.But at this moment they were standing beside the crack in the ground that could not be regarded as an abyss, the real Mingliu turned sideways to block the wind, so that the warmth would dissipate more slowly.

It was a language that jumped out of the letter paper and was more reliable than the letter paper, accompanied by the heat of hugging: "Fei Jia, trust me, I will definitely hold you back, just like I did just now."

Fyodor raised his wrist, put his fingers on Mingliu's back, and smoothed the fur of the cat.

"Well, I believe you."

The author has something to say: I strive to have little red flowers every day!

Tomorrow's update will be late, because it's time to hit the road... drive... the vehicle killer is me.

The new cover may be coming soon. The previous cover was drawn by myself orz. It would be too embarrassing to put a clip on it, although it may be very distinctive ()