[Wen Ye] Hell changes

Akutagawa's mood became more and more erratic.Whenever he was in a mania, he would go to the shop that had a piano and a gentleman who was always talking to him.

Mr. introduced himself as Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky. The name is too long and the pronunciation is very awkward. It feels like he is reciting a spell or something. Ryunosuke passed by as soon as he heard it, and didn't remember it at all. When he saw him, he only knew to shout, hello, hello.Dostoevsky said that he could be called Fedya, and then told him with a serious face that this is a characteristic of Russian nicknames. If you don’t mind, you can also call me Fedoka, Felyunya, Fei Jiuxia, Junya, Feijuha, Fedichka, Feijasha.

After hearing this, Akutagawa replied with an "oh", and then continued to call him coldly, hello, hello.

Dostoevsky stared at him silently for a long while, not knowing what kind of mental activity he was going through, and he couldn't tell whether he was angry with Akutagawa.After a while, he put on a smile and replied, "Well, I'm here."

Dostoevsky said he liked seeing Akutagawa calm down and listen to the music.

Akutagawa sneered and asked him what kind of expression he had.

He said, beautiful demeanor, natural appearance, sincere eyes, pure and confused thoughts, and a hesitant heart that doesn't know what to choose.

Akutagawa ignored him.

When Akutagawa finally moved a bit because he was tired from sitting, he realized that Dostoevsky had never left his eyes.

So Akutagawa turned his head awkwardly, his face was a little hot, and he pretended not to notice anything.

Dostoevsky smiled upon seeing this little gesture, and offered him something to drink.

Dostoevsky looked at the stains perched between the lines of his moist lips, and the sunlight reflected between the gaps in his hair and the folds of his clothes, and invited: "Let's play poker."

Akutagawa rejected him for several days, but Tosi seemed to be on the fence, not interacting with other people in the store, and regardless of their strange scrutiny, he kept inviting: "Let's play poker."

The people around reminded Akutagawa in a low voice: This man is very good at playing cards.

One day when there were only Tuosi and Akutagawa in the store, Akutagawa agreed to him.The two sat face to face, and silently began the tedious and mysterious process from shuffling the cards to arranging the rules.

Dostoevsky said: "You can smoke as you please."

Akutagawa drew randomly a few times, and Dostoevsky could tell exactly which card he was holding each time.He frowned and thought carefully, threw the cards on the table, and said angrily, "Let me shuffle the cards this time."

Obviously, the opponent shuffled the cards just now, and Akutagawa suspected that he had used some kind of cover-up to cheat.This sulky tone sounds a bit like a grievance after being bullied.Of course Akutagawa would not admit it.

After carefully shuffling the cards, he used the method just now to test Dostoevsky, and Dostoevsky still recounted everything without any mistakes.He bit his lower lip, and an unusually strong desire to win and inexplicable shame welled up in his heart, so he washed it again and let Dostoevsky continue.This has happened several times, and the error rate is zero percent.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was tired from shuffling the cards and looked up at Dostoevsky, who looked at him with an intriguing and ironic smile, as if waiting for his evaluation.He was rebellious and eager, threw the cards in the opponent's face, said "I won't play anymore, I'm bored", and walked out with his pockets in his pocket.

Since Akutagawa threw the card in Dostoevsky's face that day, for almost a week, they met in the store and ignored each other, even if they were sitting very close together, they didn't say hello.

At least in Akutagawa's eyes, they ignored each other.He planned to ignore this person, so he didn't observe the other person's mentality.

One day after being silent for a week or so, Akutagawa sat down and didn't see where Dostoyevsky was, thinking that it was better to let Higuchi pick him up.At this time, Dostoevsky opened the door and walked in, with graceful and slow steps, approached him slowly, sat opposite him, and spread out a deck of cards.

Before Akutagawa had time to speak, he took out a card and put it in front of him, showed it to Akutagawa, then took it back, messed up the order of the cards, and randomly took out a card from the pile.Akutagawa noticed the gap when he was holding the cards. This face-to-face angle allows people to faintly see the pattern on the bottom of the card between the gaps. As long as the person holding the card raises his hand a little bit, he can see a vague impression of the picture.However, this instantaneous overspeed is almost more hasty than the tremor of the second hand passing through the line of sight, and ordinary people's dynamic vision cannot capture it at all.

"I just saw something you couldn't see clearly." Dostoevsky said suddenly, put away his cards, raised his head and stared at Akutagawa, waiting for Akutagawa's reply.He didn't cheat, he just saw and remembered what card it was at the almost uncapturable moment when Akutagawa took the card and changed it.

Akutagawa pursed his lips and lowered his head, not knowing what to say.Say I'm sorry, I wronged you for cheating, and I have ignored you for so many days?Or, sorry, I underestimated you?

"Okay, let's continue then. Guess what if I shuffle the cards today?"

"Thank you for the invitation, but it's still waived." Akutagawa turned his face away, "You have extraordinary skills, and I don't know anything about it."

Dostoevsky then smiled, looking a little childish: "Fool."

Dostoevsky won. He was able to enjoy the extremely boring and monotonous game of guessing cards only because of the participation of Akutagawa Ryunosuke.Fooling or playing with Akutagawa is far more interesting than guessing cards. He knows that Akutagawa will think he is cheating, so he only needs to calm down for a week, and then gently explain that I don't have one, and he can reap the arrogance that Akutagawa has gradually shed and a little bit of arrogance. Zhang's aggrieved cute expression.When Akutagawa Ryunosuke seemed to give up and said "I don't know anything", he was like a child who would never admit his mistake, so he looked at Akutagawa and smiled.Because he really felt very interesting and happy at this time.

At least the smile wasn't fake.

"No more poker. Let's play chess." Dostoevsky took out the chessmen and chessboard from the drawer under the table.

Akutagawa looked at him with a hesitant expression.

He seriously doubted that Tosi had been prepared long ago.

"Sorry. No."

"I can teach you."

"trouble."

"Okay." Dostoevsky didn't continue to fight, and directly took it back. Akutagawa thought he had just given up, but he added another sentence while playing with the queen chess piece: "Then I will bring the Go chess piece tomorrow." Come here."

"..."

Dostoevsky was both indulgent and indulgent to him, but also selfish and self-willed.

No matter Akutagawa threw the cards in his face, or poured all his tea and wine on the ground to tell him not to drink, he never said that Akutagawa was not good at all.He would call Akutagawa specifically when the pianist came to work and say, let’s listen to it together. Even if Akutagawa replied to him at this time and said "you are boring", he would also say "good night" to Akutagawa with a smile.At the same time, he asked Akutagawa to play poker with him, drink the drinks he invited, and even asked Akutagawa to read books with him, and asked Akutagawa how he felt after reading it, and he didn't plan to let Akutagawa leave if he didn't say it.

That's why Akutagawa Ryunosuke got a little bored with him.

In order not to be forced to play Go by Dostoevsky, Akutagawa would rather stay in the ward he hates the most than go out.He sat quietly in front of the window of the hospital, listening to Higuchi tell him something special about Russia, how it is different from Japan, and where it snowed. I prepared my coat, senior. Let's go see the snow.

Akutagawa subconsciously looked into the distance, looking at the small shop with dimly lit lights, and felt that Dostoevsky did not appear today. For some reason, he felt depressed and shook his head in disappointment and refused.

Higuchi Ichiyo silently watched his back.He leaned in the corner alone, accepting nothing but the vastness of the distant mountains and the embers of the setting sun, and she could only stand behind silently and say nothing.He was looking at the afterimage in the world, and she looked at him quietly opposite the afterimage.

Then one day, the old man in the next ward passed away, and it was said that he was dying.The old man's family members opened the door of the ward to call the medical staff. Akutagawa passed by at this time and saw the old man being carried out with his eyes closed, while the young people who had lost their relatives closed the door of the empty ward with solemn expressions.

The door made a dull squeak when it was closed, but you couldn't hear it unless you listened carefully, because the squeak was covered by the soft sobbing sound of the family door.

Then it began to rain.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke didn't know why he suddenly felt sad, and wanted to stay away from this place that was engraved with tears.

At this time, he first thought of Dostoevsky.

So he went out while Higuchi was away, and after so many days and nights went again to where Dostoevsky was.

The door of the store was closed, and at first he thought it was closed, but just as he was about to turn around and leave, the door was opened by Dostoevsky.Akutagawa Ryunosuke looked at Dostoevsky at the door with complicated eyes.

The rain is densely piled between Akutagawa's hair, and the moment it falls, the spray will bloom. For a few seconds, it will reflect white light under the street lamp, like a pile of rain falling on his head. Snow.Snow and light shrouded his figure like water and smoke, and he felt sorry for himself in the mist-like rain and smoke.

He wanted to say something, but just opened his mouth and stopped, looked at the pebbles on the ground, and then looked up at Dostoevsky who was staring at him.

Dostoevsky was waiting for him to speak.

The raindrops made his eyelashes tremble, and his eyes became more and more moist.

"I miss you."

Dostoevsky smiled, took off his Cossack cap, and put it lightly on his wet head.

"I'm waiting for you."