With too many knives, I was forced to save the world

"I heard that on the other side of the sea there are people with supernatural powers that can conjure gems, Fei Jia? Are you listening to me?"

The white-haired man was lying on his side on the sofa, holding a white cloth with one hand and wiping the shining tail ring on the other.

Sitting in front of the desk, the black-haired boy in a cloak shifted to the side of the light source was the desk lamp placed on the table, the warm light projected on his front, pulling back the long back, his fingertips touched On the edge of his lips, he tapped his slightly chapped lips from time to time, his pupils were dimmed, as if he encountered some problem and studied it on his own, immersing himself in his own world to continuously solve it.

Ye raised his eyes and glanced at him, seeing that he really didn't hear what he said, sighed silently, turned over and got off the sofa to turn on the main light, and the whole room was suddenly bright as day.

"I said you, I don't drive it and you don't drive it... Are you planning to get glasses next week?"

Fyodor closed his eyes subconsciously due to the sudden strong light, and after a while he whispered: "If you want to go and see, go."

"Hey, so you heard it."

Ye chuckled lightly, looked up at the clock in the corner of the wall, the time on it happened to point to twelve o'clock.

"...After all, I haven't...ear failure..."

Fyodor raised his eyes weakly and helplessly after saying this, then continued to look down at the book.

"...Fei Jia, what kind of problem did you encounter? Your voice sounds so weak."

Facing the mirror, Ye straightened out the accessories that gradually increased on his body one by one. At some point, he began to like to polish and modify those beautiful collections and wear them on his body.

One time when he put on new earrings and brought them back to Fyodor with a full smile, the black-haired boy showed a slightly surprised expression.

Immediately, he showed helpless eyes. After all, to him, these gems and collections are all on the same level as garbage... But thinking that this is also the "preference" he instilled in the young man, he just casually echoed: "very suitable."

"...Well, I think it's not bad. Fei Jia wants to play one with me, two is even better."

In the end, of course, Fyodor declined.

Later, Ye hit a nose nail.

It hurts a little at first.

The area around the gem is red, especially his fair complexion, which looks quite obvious.

In those few days when he was free, he wanted to raise his hand and touch it. Fyodor watched him grin his teeth for a second and looked at him gracefully for a second, quite dumbfounded, "...Your pain seems to be a little bit sensitive."

"Hmm..." Ye rubbed his nose, even if it hurts, he still wants to touch it, which seems to be a very incomprehensible move to many people, but he enjoys it, as if he likes pain Climb to the feeling that the nerves fill the brain.

"This feeling is quite novel to me. I heard that tongue studs are also very painful. I must try it next time."

He said to himself.

Fyodor just reminded him lightly: "Now there is no need to replace or update it. It can be regarded as... out of print. You need to pay attention to it."

Ye seemed to only hear the key words: "Out of print is a good description, Fei Jia."

Fyodor had nothing to do with him but to continue his own work.

after that.

Fyodor saw that he was more and more addicted to the world, and he began to hang out in the night scene. His overly superior appearance and wealth on his body made him always the focus of the crowd. Dole complained: "They say that getting drunk is like traveling in heaven, floating, and I really want to try it."

But he never made it.

When Fyodor said goodbye to Ye, the white-haired man promised: "I'm going to see for myself what the ability to conjure gems will be like, Fei Jia~"

He raised his voice.

"..." Fyodor looked up at him.

In the airport where people come and go, shoulders are crowded, only leaves are left vacant.

Maybe he was too bright.

Fyodor watched the sun fall on him, and shiny things were shining, as if echoing the sun.

Fyodor raised the corner of his mouth.

Say goodbye to him.

It's a real farewell.

Fyodor stepped into the apartment step by step with orderly steps that didn't seem flustered at all.

Across the door.

He could feel the coolness wafting out.

The moment his hand touched the handle, scenes from the past flashed through his mind, and he did not miss it, but he did not count that Osamu Dazai became the leader.

As if something happened accidentally, the trajectory of the whole world began to reverse and shift.

Ye is a pawn he arranged.

The most perfect chess piece he cultivated with one hand.

He can't kill him, and he can't be his enemy. He will follow Nakahara Chuya to Yokohama, and he can easily use the other party to control everything.

...Maybe it was all like this in the first place.

If the leaf is still a leaf, not a human leaf.

Fyodor unlocked the door.

Snowflakes are coming.

He and Ye are most often in the snowy sky.

The town they lived in rarely had warm sunny days.

But the meaning of snow to Ye is its pure whiteness.

Fyodor closed the door with his backhand, and the snowflakes that drifted out along the crack of the door escaped into the ground after exiting the door, becoming tiny light spots, and then dispersed.

The door seemed to separate the inside of the house from the outside, and the snow inside the house was constantly falling, while the windows on the wall not far from the door were wide open, and the sun outside was dazzling, bright and dazzling.

Fyodor went deeper step by step.

Soon he found the white-haired man. His body was almost covered by snow, and the snowflakes hung on his eyelashes, which seemed to cover him with a white cloth.

Like many, many years ago.

What he said in church, if he died.

Cover him with a white cloth to cover his sins.

He hoped that Fyodor would do it himself, but this small demand was cut off by him.

Fyodor walked over, squatted down, and gently brushed the snow off his face.

He looked at his slightly smiling expression, even though it had stiffened.

Fyodor could also feel that he was happy, welcoming his death with joy.

Like a human being, on a certain day, die quietly.

It's not recycling, and it's not being randomly thrown into the trash.

Finally he waited for someone who came to collect his body.

Fyodor looked around for a week, but he didn't see the Shata's heart that can manipulate ice and snow, but the snow here is still falling, but it will fade when it is full, so Fyodor can see the heart lying on the ground at a glance. Man in the snow.

As if everything was planned out.

As if welcoming him.

Fyodor took off the nose stud for him vigorously.

The man whose blood was frozen by the coldness of the ice and snow did not shed blood.

Like a statue.

Let him grind.

Fyodor slowly took off the earrings and tongue studs for him...

He slowly took off all the shining gems on his body.

He also took off his accessories that were not in contact with his body.

necklace.

Fyodor lifted him up and put him in his arms, and he took off the necklace for him like a loved one.

The necklace fell without making a sound.

"...These rubbish are not suitable for you."

Fyodor whispered, but the man could no longer hear him.

He touched the man's face, which was something he couldn't do before, unlike when he raised his hand and then put it down a long time ago.

"Let me take it off."

Fyodor then took off his ring.

His movements were cautious, as if he was dealing with a work of art that was about to be carved by himself.

Fyodor had a good memory.

It was even so good that he could remember which day, which point, and which gemstone Ye got. As he picked these "garbage" for him, the moment when they got them and Ye's expression and words at that time flashed in his mind.

"It doesn't look that shiny, but it took so much effort, let me ask a master to cut it into different shapes and make it into a necklace!"

"... I'm idle, I almost fell to the ground, if there are cracks, it won't be perfect, it's made... Well, what about the ring, Fei Jia?"

Ye is a very active person.

It's different from Fyodor who always likes to study something in a corner or indulge in typing code.

But as long as he does not complete the "task" under the guidance of Fyodor, he will go back to "home" every day.

Even for Fyodor, each place they lived in was a temporary shelter, which he called "home".

Fyodor even took off the clothes he was wearing.

Find the white cloak he once wore from the closet and wrap it up for him.

"You really... it's over like this, do you think that the newly appointed young leader here can defeat me?"

He looked up.

look into the void.

There is nothing there, and nothing exists. Fyodor may have guessed what Ye would say and what he would do, and fabricated "Ye" out of thin air... like an illusion produced by many people when they miss it.

The white-haired man smiled, "Well...Of course I know I can't beat Fei Jia."

"But Fedya."

"You won't strike at the center."

Fyodor raised the corners of his mouth to the void.

His expression was empty and calm, as if he was really talking to "Ye".

"Yes."

Fyodor gave a low laugh.

"After all, I have witnessed the power of your language."

Fyodor knew he had been hit.

A long time ago.

But his goal is not the Central Plains Chuya, that is just an obstacle to his goal.

So these are not important, he will always find a way to break through... I really hope that you win this time.

Ye has played games with Fyodor many times.

Fyodor never lost.

But this time, his scale seems to have shifted slightly towards failure.

maybe.

"This is a contract between you and me, Fedya."

Ye walked over, looked down, and then passed through the white hat on Fyodor's head.

"I wanted to complain a long time ago, Fei Jia, your hat is so ugly."

"It's better to replace it with the one I left for you."

Fyodor said nothing.

That's right, no matter how powerful his imagination and memory are, he can't really perfectly restore Ye.

If it was that easy, it wouldn't be Ye.

Fyodor took Ye's body away, and saw the hat hanging there on the branch of the cemetery by the sea.

It's ugly.

He raised his head and looked at the hat woven by the needle and thread. Although it looked ugly, it was a warm hat no matter what.

There is a leaf embroidered on it.

Wind blows.

Countless leaves began to roll up with the wind, drifted away, and finally fell on the dust, and they would be buried in a short time.

Fyodor looked into the distance, maybe he was looking at the sea, or maybe he was looking at the sky.

……

At last Fyodor chuckled.

He looked at the nameless tombstone and planted white flowers on the grave.

He heard a "Fedya".

Fyodor closed his eyes.

"You live forever."

(This book comes from: Dragon and Phoenix Internet)