[Wen Ye] Hell changes

"To Mr. Ryunosuke Akutagawa who is thinking about the origin of this letter:

I'm sorry, but these texts don't need any provenance at all.These words written by me and sent to you have no intention, no owner, and no danger.I know that you are a very vigilant person, and there is always an indifference in your eyes that rejects people thousands of miles away. Looking at it makes people retreat, but it also makes people attracted.I'm not a suspicious person, it's just that there's really no need for my identity to leave an impression in your mind, because I didn't intend to let my identity be remembered by you.

I don't know where you are, and you don't know where I am.Maybe there are some fates that always meet by coincidence, but there is no reason and capital to continue the fate.So before writing to you, I doubted the correctness of doing so.You and I are two people, two parallel lines will not intersect, even if you take the first step to get acquainted actively, there will be no results in the end.

I understand this and believe it.

Why did you take this step knowing it was so?Maybe it's because I'm changing myself.As I grow older, I find that the more old-fashioned truths can stand the test of time and history, and the more naive and ridiculous memories are the evidence that we have been innocent and carefree.

Ah, before I knew it I had written some strange stuff... I didn't want to smear and edit extensively on the paper, so I didn't cross out these words.please forgive.

I can't forget the first time I saw you.

Your eyes are very special. They are darker than all the others I have ever seen. They are a very pure and intense color. They are so beautiful that they cannot be described. They are unforgettable to me.There is no joy, no anger, no happiness, no sorrow in your eyes, just pure black color, which reminds me of a Chinese idiom allusion.

Have you heard of "finishing touches"?

The dragon under the brush was originally just a pile of paint and lines. Although it was beautiful, it had no soul. Later, the dragon was dotted with eyes, so it leaped out of the painting, went to the boundless sky, and never came back.Coincidentally, the word "dragon" is in your name, so I will always associate you with this story.

Every time I think of this story, and every time I think of you, I always think, if you add a touch of sophistication to your eyes, will you also come alive from the painting, fly to a distant place that no one knows, and never come back?

This makes me feel a little sad.please forgive.

With the idea of ​​getting acquainted with you with such dark eyes, I found a reliable lady and sent you a letter.I would be honored if such a move did not disturb your life.

The winter is coming, and the skin feels cool. I hope you take care of your body and don't get sick.

Every time the memory of you comes to my mind, it kills me.

If you want me to be happy, you also want me to sigh.If you want me to be lucky, you want me to give up.

I was so anxious, so I was at a loss, so I couldn't sleep or eat.

Perhaps the person who untied the bell had to tie it, and talking to you personally would make me feel better, get my life back on track, and get me out of this tormenting state.Thank you for meeting me, I feel very lucky and would really like to get to know you.

Goodbye. "

In the cold wind, Akutagawa Ryunosuke definitely felt that it was already the winter season.As stated in the letter.

If he is now on the town trail, he should be able to see that the trees and flowers standing by the windows of all houses or in front of the roof have all withered, leaving only a pale ground, showing a fragile sense of color in the curling sunset.The branches, buds, and trunks are silent in the wind and snow like cicadas, and the cold sunlight brushes through the gaps in the branches and whispers, silently sinking into the loneliness left by the wind passing by.

The season when you can hear the warblers or cicadas has disappeared, leaving only the fallen leaves and flowers that are gradually aging.Its falling sound slowly disappeared in a certain street in Yokohama, and it was unknown where it would sound again.The unnamed lingering fragrance radiates from the half-covered building. It is the smell of dinner, the feeling of a good dream left over from last night, or it is just an illusion brought by the lights in the world.The horizon dyed red by the setting sun embraces the end of the street on the other side, forming a wave that is looming in the clouds and smoke.The waves curl up to meet the empty green cold mountain outside, and the cold mountain quietly kisses the snow that cried into ashes last night. When the snow suddenly dispersed, it seemed that it had crossed mountains, rivers and rivers and came here looking for someone.

He fell into silence and sat there without making any statement on the content of the letter.

He won't be so attracted that he has to know who the sender is, and he won't be moved to tears, but he won't be left without emotion.Higuchi Ichiyo didn't want to tell himself who the sender was, he couldn't reply, and he didn't really want to write a letter, so he decided to return the letter to its original form after reading it.

He neatly folded the letter, reloaded the envelope, and then smeared two layers of transparent glue on the edge of the letter. He gently twisted the envelope with his fingers, and pressed the edge of the letter back and forth several times to seal it.Finally, he put the letter in a little corner where only he could find it.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke soaked himself in the gentle breath that overflowed from reading the letter just now.For a moment, he felt that it would be great if Zhongyuan Zhongya wrote it for himself. In this way, he would not be overwhelmed by the sudden praise and enthusiasm, and would not be confused by the confession from a stranger endlessly.

He had some puzzling questions, for example, why did this person keep saying "forgive me"?Why ask him, a low-level lackey of the organization who has no right to influence others?Obviously, he would not be easily moved by a letter, nor could he be touched by some words, but he would not hate this kind of behavior.But only if you don't hate it.

Who would have written it?He has completely ruled out Osamu Dazai and Chuya Nakahara.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke looked out the window, caught in the ups and downs of thoughts.

A cold current that belongs to the harsh winter silently spreads invisible in the city.Only the last coffee shop left was dimly lit, illuminating the dark long street.

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The author has something to say:

Now it should be the period related to the black time mimic. I am not sure whether this period in the original work is winter. The plot here needs it, so I set it to winter XDD