Russian Rice Ball Feeding Manual

"I'm very sorry."

That's all Dazai could say.

……

"Hey, Dazai."

"Ask again, where is Odasaku?"

Osamu Dazai closed his eyes and lowered his head: "Sorry."

......

"That's it." Ming Liu was almost talking to himself, slowly trying to pull back his language system, "That's why I hate missing eight years."

He suddenly grabbed Osamu Dazai by the collar, and pulled the person over forcefully, with unbelievable force, his knuckles turned white, forcing Dazai to look at him.

"Explain, in 3 minutes, can Dazai-kun explain clearly?" All the expression on his face disappeared, and his voice was calmer than ever before, "I will get angry too."

"..."

"Dazai-kun, silence is the most annoying thing." There were probably passers-by screaming nearby, and some people calmly raised their mobile phones to take pictures——Yokohama, don't have too many messy things.

Dazai's Mingliu insisted, not paying any attention to other people's eyes.

"Don't let me down, you know I can crush your throat with ease."

Seeing that the thinner man lifted Osamu Dazai easily, his emerald green eyes turned out to be cold, even though a volcano was brewing inside, they were still cold.It's like going back to the past - when there was no emotion at all.

"Why don't you say it? If you can't find it, dig three feet to find it. If you die, you'll take revenge. If you want to see people alive, you want to see dead bodies. Dazai-kun thinks that I don't have the right to know about it." Is it?" Even swear words came out.

Osamu Dazai didn't resist. If possible, he would like to stop thinking and become a soulless shell so that he could escape the pain, but he couldn't.

Regarding this matter, it is fine to be questioned, beaten, scolded, intense emotions are better than plain ones.Although this is just a venting of anger.

Ming Liu should have the right to know.

He touched his lips up and down and gave an address.

A... the address of a cemetery.

......

"Dazai-kun, are you still alive?"

Osamu Dazai sat on an empty park bench, leaned back and looked at the sky upside down, his brown hair hung down and scattered into a pile according to the gravity, fluttering slightly.His inorganic eyes are faithful mirrors, reflecting everything he sees, except that there is nothing of his own, and there is a dead silence.

A familiar person appeared in his field of vision, but he didn't straighten up.

"Do you still dare to appear in Yokohama?"

"I am far inferior to Dazai-kun in the matter of asking for death."

"And why not?" Fyodor supported the back of the chair, bent slightly and looked at Osamu Dazai, "It seems that Osamu Dazai has been thrown down."

"You're not the same."

"That's different, he will come back to me."

But Dazai was thrown down without mercy.Like ice cream thrown in the trash, slowly melting into a sticky puddle in the noisy street, no one cares.

Very low-level showing off.

"Are you satisfied? Fyodor-kun, isn't this the result you want?" Dazai Osamu's voice was as flat as a straight line, simply narrating some facts without emotion, completely withdrawing himself, "You It was intentional. If I tell him personally, I can get rid of two obstacles at once."

If Fyodor has the heart, he can make Mingliu stay in Russia forever.Since he was able to run here, it must be someone's connivance.

"This matter itself has nothing to do with me, Dazai-kun."

"People are the sum of all social relations. First destroy their social relations, and then destroy themselves. They are completely smashed, so you can happily take them away and piece them together to make what you want. It's a very good way to play— — I mean prey."

"Mr Fyodor, does destroying others really make you happy?"

"Yes." Fyodor replied without hesitation, he smiled softly, a little tired, catching a plane is not a pleasant thing, "Dazai-kun looks very pitiful now, even I have to feel pity gone."

Pity is almost an insulting word here-it's only when you look at a person from top to bottom that you can feel pity.

Fyodor's eyes did contain some kind of God-like inclusiveness and love, but this person also had a sense of treachery and sternness, and when the light of the setting sun penetrated into his eyes, they were bleeding red.There is probably no such thing in God, so he can only be associated with a demonic existence.

"It would be great if Dazai-kun could be crushed."

"It's so cruel." Osamu Dazai raised a hand to cover his eyes, straightened his waist, "It's a pity that I'm already past that age."

"I'm not interested in chatting with you today. I won't tell other people about Fyodor-kun's coming to Yokohama. Of course, it's none of my business to be found out by others."

"Go to him. Go and put him together at this time. The timing is just right. Just don't regret it."

[Although this time I don't seem to be qualified to care. 】

One cannot live forever in a sad past, nor can one eternally blame oneself.So Osamu Dazai stood up, patted his windbreaker, put his hands in his pockets, and walked away under the setting sun without looking back.

"Good luck, Mr. Fyodor."

......

In a place facing the sea, the resting place of those who sleep forever.

The slightly cold sea breeze is wrapped in a salty atmosphere, and the wavy sea breaks the sunset into countless pieces of orange light, which is a beautiful phantom that can be broken at the touch of a touch.

Ming Liu stood in front of the tombstone.

have nothing to say.

He just stood there.

The sound of boots treading on the road is obvious, and he has heard this sound many times.

"Fei Jia." He didn't look back, "You're here too."

"Ah."

Another moment of silence.

What can I say at this time?It is not wise to disturb a sad person, and even close ones cannot be intimate.The emotions of people cannot be shared, and the most intelligent minds cannot empathize with each other, they can only simulate the feelings of the other person, and then make speculations.So Fyodor chose not to intervene.

"Does Fei Jia believe in religion?" Ming Liu suddenly asked an irrelevant question, "Ah, it doesn't matter if you don't believe it, I don't understand these things at all, what is God who loves the world, what are angels and devils, where do people go after death, heaven or hell, It doesn't matter if we break up or reunite."

He turned around and looked at Fyodor: "But today I want to confess to the priest, is that okay?"

"can."

Although it's totally against the rules.

"Then dear priest." Ming Liu started casually, "I want to repent."

"Life is equal, but not equal. I've always believed that. Unfortunately, because of past experiences, too many lives have been taken. Well, I can't count how many have been killed anyway.'Life is worthless The same thing', although I hate to admit it, I do think so, but I will definitely not tell others what I really think."

"Giving myself the rule of not killing people is just to make my conscience feel better. How it affects others is out of my consideration. Most of the time I think so. What I have done is nothing more than the pursuit of self-satisfaction , whether it’s saving people who are also trapped in darkness, or whatever.”

"Others".

He looked at Fyodor.

"Anyway, life is a fragile thing. No matter who it is, even my own is not worth mentioning. If it's gone, it's gone. Even if I break my own rules and go back to the previous time—so what, Am I going to blame myself for this? Probably not."

"It doesn't matter if the person I expected didn't walk the path I hoped for, or if they walked the path I hoped for, because they are them, and I am me. Perhaps it is worthy of anger and sorrow, but it stops here. Existence itself is more important than What you do matters."

"I'm such a selfish person, and I'm always changing my mind."

"But," Ming Liu paused, "I just hate when people around me leave."

"Life is the most contemptible thing in the world. It doesn't matter if I die, but I just can't stop wanting to blame Oda for leaving first."

"I hate this kind of scene. This is probably just a little willfulness of mine..."

He covered his face, the setting sun sank into the horizon behind his back, and the trembling ending also disappeared.

"Can't you even be this selfish..."

Fyodor stepped forward quickly, completely breaking the rules of "confession", which was not formal in the first place anyway.

"You're overbreathing."

Ming Liu clutched his chest and put one hand on Fyodor.The pupils were almost dilated, cold sweat broke out on the forehead, and the brows were slightly frowned. Hyperventilation caused suffocation, which was probably very painful.

"Fedya..."

"Don't talk." Fyodor supported Ming Liu, making him lie down slowly.

He carefully wiped off the cold sweat from the other party's forehead, so as not to catch the cold from the sea breeze here.

"Is it hard?" He supported the back of Mingliu's head so that the other person could lie down more comfortably. This posture was still a bit tiring, so he knelt down on the grass, and Mingliu lay almost entirely in his arms, curled up, "Let's take a break first."

"Don't listen, don't look, don't think."

The unhurried voice comforted.

"Tell me everything, and I can help you take care of it."

He made no secret of his ambition, and stretched out his tentacles to the spiritual world of others on the verge of collapse.

But the person in his arms closed his eyes, shook his head subconsciously, and curled up even more.

Fyodor paused for a moment, and continued to comfort him: "Mingliu-kun promised to trust me completely, although you probably forgot this part."

The struggle was a little less, but he still shook his head slowly and firmly.The inability to give everything to another person, and the inability to give the initiative to another person at any time, is a keen sense of crisis for many years.After all, this man with a soft smile was never Ji Shi's priest.

He refused to pamper Fyodor at this critical time, stepping deeper into the bottom line.

Fyodor had a smile on his face, and it was hard to say what this smile represented—it was too rare for the bright flow to be broken like this, and it could be said to be a rare opportunity.

"Don't believe me?"

Ming Liu grabbed the hem of his clothes, panting for a moment.Then he struggled to raise his head, the originally clear eyes were mixed with some chaotic colors, whether they could focus or not was another matter, at least the direction was towards Fyodor.

"Feyya..." His voice was also weak.

Fyodor was stunned.

There are blood streaks dripping down the corner of Ming Liu's mouth, not much, but enough to be dazzling.

Ming Liu couldn't notice Fyodor's stiffness, he was almost on the verge of collapse, and he didn't have the energy to care about other things.

"Feijia...Odasaku must be," every time he said something, he would stop to breathe, tragic and ridiculous, "he must be alive..."

The author has something to say: Today's speech is very long and the preface is inconsistent.

The protagonist played badly for these two people.Osamu Dazai was angry once, and again when he resisted Fyodor's temptation, it only takes two bastards to go from fainting to vomiting blood ()

Fyodor Pupil Earthquake.jpg

That is to say, what should I do if my wife is mad ()

The 22-year-old Osamu Dazai couldn't break it anymore, because it was broken once when he was in college.When a scar is healthy, it grows more tissue, that's about it.

Because I am the chef, Dazai subtly occupies a lot of roles in this article.Two people fall in love, but there are four people's names, tsk.

The column has a beautiful new avatar, click on it to see the big picture, it’s a cat coo, I emphasized many times that “there must be no less pigeons”, and there are many pictures of cat coo on hand, but there is no way to put them all at once Come out, Jinjiang seems to be only allowed to drain Weibo (?) I happen to be not a Weibo user...well, feel free, if you really want to show Maogu, why not write a novel for her.

I played in the set circle for a month in September, this cat is considered OC. OC seems to mean original character, so... Ming Liu is also OC, right?

If he has cat ears, I will make an appointment for him to look good.

Too bad he didn't grow (no mercy)

Let’s put a protagonist’s official data today:

Name: Mingliu

Sex: Male

Age: Eighteen

Birthday: July [-]th (Because the name sounds very hot)

Height: 1.7m[-] (yes, this guy is not very tall)

Weight: Secret (this person eats sweets every day)

Likes: sweets, feline creatures that are not limited to cats, and a stable, regular, and unchangeable life.

—Obviously the latter can never be done.

Finally, I want to emphasize that I am a he fighter, and everything I finish is he.