[Wen Ye] Hell changes

Akutagawa Ryunosuke knew what Dostoevsky wanted, and he had invited himself more than once, but Akutagawa still didn't know the reason.Dostoevsky has mysterious and powerful supernatural powers that are beyond doubt, and Akutagawa is eaten to death by him. Logically speaking, even without Akutagawa's participation, his actions will not have too many deviations.So Akutagawa didn't know why all of this was happening, why he had to do this.

He thought about thousands of possibilities, such as Dostoevsky wanted him to betray, Dostoevsky was bought by other organizations with high bargaining chips, and Dostoevsky had an affair with the port mafia. There is a contradiction, so use yourself to retaliate.etc.So many guesses, countless calculations, and now the authority has collapsed, just because he didn't think that there is another possibility called "selfishness".Only this is missing.

Dostoevsky wanted Akutagawa to come to him only because of selfishness.that's it.

At that moment, Akutagawa Ryunosuke recalled many memories that can be called dull pain, such as how many years ago he used to laugh empty-handed to touch the scratch marks on the cracked bark of Osamu Dazai's name, and then bully Hand Wuxie The enemy captured the power of the chicken, but was beaten to tears by Osamu Dazai.And now all that can be erased.As long as he chooses to take a step towards Dostoyevsky, and even needs to take a step, all these can fall apart, and all that is left is Dostoyevsky's elegant smile and warm embrace.Just one step towards this man is all it takes to seize happiness and head to heaven.One step, from hell to heaven.One step, with a strong emotional color to set life.

Akutagawa knew nothing about Dostoyevsky, and if he had to describe it, he felt that Dostoyevsky had seriously deceived him.On the day of the first meeting, Dostoevsky took the initiative to ask for communication, with a bright and handsome smile, which warmed his long-frozen heart, even though he later learned that he was a very dangerous person, and even played with his own life In the palm of his hand, he was inevitably attracted by it, but Dostoevsky... did this kind of thing when he thought he could trust it.If it is a betrayal, it is not procrastinating, since then it has been cut two times, but Dostoevsky did not completely cut off the fetters, but always gave him tenderness when it was critical, and did not send a word. I let him make his own decision in a nonchalant manner, and seemed to enjoy letting him fall into embarrassment and incorrect nostalgia.

"I'm very sorry." Akutagawa Ryunosuke lowered his eyes, avoiding Dostoevsky's extended hand, "I can't forgive you for contemptuously trampling the port mafia."

Dostoyevsky seemed not surprised at all, but sighed a little disappointed.No one has a more elegant posture than Dostoevsky. He rests his hand on his forehead like a sketch of a dance: "I was wrong again." His attitude seems to not care about Akutagawa's rejection, But Akutagawa couldn't easily believe the calmness he displayed.

"Will you forgive me, Dragon?" He made an expectation, "I'm sorry for hurting your subordinates, but you don't have to be too angry, it's the pain caused by the ability, just cancel the effect of the ability and then Just rest for a few days and you'll be fine."

"Is it your ability?"

"It's not mine." Dostoevsky turned around, slightly bent down to touch Ichiyo Higuchi, who was already fainted, paused deliberately for some reason, then thought for a while, and uttered a deep meaning Laughing coldly, "Do you really want to know my abilities?"

"If you don't want to say it, then I respect you."

"That's great." Dostoevsky carefully carried him into his arms, "I knew you were the one who reassured me the most."

Akutagawa curled up in his arms and didn't speak.

"I'm going back to my own country. Thank you for taking care of me these four years." After a few minutes, Akutagawa pushed him away with some embarrassment.

"I'm going to Japan too, so don't push me away so anxiously." Dostoyevsky smiled into crescents, "Let's go together."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke has been feeling uneasy ever since.Of course, he has no right to control Dostoevsky's actions, let alone Japan, even if this person says that he is going to travel around the world, he has no control over it.The only thing that puzzled him was that since Dostoyevsky was also going to Japan, the two of them would not be separated, at least they would still be together before returning to the port mafia, so why did Dostoyevsky go to Japan? What is Yevsky going to do now to ruin his goodwill?Is it really that important to get yourself out of the port mafia?Sure enough, he still couldn't understand Dostoevsky.

He began to suspect that Dostoevsky did all this just for fun, for the sake of pranks.

"Won't you hold a grudge?" he asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I rejected you."

"No. As long as you come, I will be satisfied. As long as I see you, I will be satisfied when I hear the truth in the morning, and I will die in the evening." Dostoevsky blocked all the words he was about to utter with these words. Words in the throat.

He did not forgive Dostoevsky, nor did he distance himself from it.After Ichiyo Higuchi recovered from his injury, they boarded the plane back to Japan immediately.Dostoevsky was waiting for him at the airport, and when he saw his clothes, he withdrew his smile: "Such an ugly thing doesn't deserve to appear on you."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke is used to it, as long as he wears the clothes Dazai Osamu gave him, he will use various words to express his disgust.He didn't understand very well, this is just a piece of clothing, a thing without any sound, why should there be such hatred for it?So Akutagawa Ryunosuke ignored him.

Seeing that he was being ignored, Dostoevsky immediately withdrew his disgusted face and put on a decent smile: "Forgive me."

Akutagawa squinted at him.

Sitting on the stand, Akutagawa's book fell out.It was originally bought casually when he passed by the bookstore.The promotional person has been around him and Higuchi Ichiyo, he was really bored, so he asked Higuchi Ichiyo to send this person away, so Higuchi Ichiyo bought the book.

He bent down to pick it up, and lightly brushed the dust off the cover. Dostoevsky looked in his direction, and after seeing the title, he suddenly reached out and snatched the book away.

"The Autobiography of a Politician?"

"I didn't buy it out of interest. And the main character is not a politician."

Akutagawa took the book back, but Dostoevsky snatched it away again.

He curled his lips a little angrily: "Take it away if you like it, don't keep reaching out to snatch it from others, like a thief."

"I was the leader of the band of thieves." Dostoevsky winked innocently at him.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke resigned himself to not arguing, leaned his head lightly on the backrest, and closed his eyes.

"It turned out to be the government's army." Dostoevsky turned a few pages, then closed them with a sneer, "The protagonist of this autobiography is very strong. You Japan has such powerful special forces, I was almost scared away. Yes. If I am hunted down by this kind of person, will you save me?"

"If you can't even protect yourself, then I can't help it."

"That's right, I have more troops and strength than you, and I can protect you."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke wanted to say that he didn't need anyone to protect him, but Dostoevsky preempted him: "If, if you really meet this kind of person... this kind of person can't be shaken off or killed. The enemy will separate us from yin and yang, to the point where we have to fight and cannot retreat, do you want me to die with you?"

"Die with me?" Akutagawa sneered, "You should cherish your life."

"Because I can still see you now, I cherish my life."

His face inevitably turned red: "No need, who told you to exaggerate? It's really... Damn, I will die after all. If my fate really comes to an end, don't change it by force, just be I'm going to make amends, so you don't want to be with me..."

"Your only crime is rejecting me."

What time is it, they will part ways when they get off the plane, and this person is still talking about it.Akutagawa Ryunosuke didn't take it seriously, and was too lazy to analyze and answer such troublesome obscure words, and lay silently beside him and entered a resting state.So Dostoevsky continued on his own: "But it doesn't matter, you will always have a chance to redeem your sins, and I will be with you." After a long silence, he repeated again: "Yes. We will be together. "As if confirming himself.

He gently put down the seat, and then took hold of Akutagawa's stiff shoulders, as if he really wanted to hold it in his arms and press it against his chest so that no one would touch it.Akutagawa secretly raised his eyes in this posture, looked sideways, and saw Dostoevsky's purple eyes.

For a moment, really only a moment, he thought about saying to Dostoevsky: You just need to live alone.Really just for a split second.Just for a moment.At that moment, he piled up such a picture in his mind: his fate came to an end, Dostoevsky came to pick him up as promised, but he pushed him away without hesitation, so Dostoevsky Doyevsky will always be as young as England at this moment, everyone can make their wishes come true and die, and he is silently watching all this in the form of death in a transparent tank filled with formalin, just as he just now The words I want to say - as long as you live, Fei Jia, it will be fine.

But why would he think so?Was he in love with Fedya?Does he have compassion?Isn't his desire to survive strong enough?Even Akutagawa himself didn't know why.In his life, there have been too many "first times" and "never before" in Dostoevsky's arms.Strictly speaking, Dostoevsky and Osamu Dazai are the people I have been in contact with the longest besides Akutagawa Gin. The former is even longer than the latter, because he has only been with Higuchi and Toto almost every day for the past four years. Dostoevsky gets along with each other.

four years.One thousand and 460 days.Thirty-five thousand hours.It turned out that he had been with this person for so long.How many snowy moons and winds can be wiped out by a thousand cuts, and how many past and present lives can be seen with self-pity.It was true that he disliked Dostoevsky's insidiousness, and it was true that he respected Dostoevsky's elegance.It is true to dislike him, but it is also true to respect him.It's true to hate him, and it's true to want to see him.It may be true to reject him, but it is even more likely not to forget that he is also true.

When Dostoevsky held him in his arms and said that I would follow, he couldn't help feeling an unprecedented sadness in his heart.That kind of sadness is not simply that this scene is very sad, but has gone deep into the sigh of the world and the epiphany of the living beings, and many of them include the morbid and romantic four years of acquaintance between him and Dostoyevsky. History's complaint.Crying can't vent this accusation, let alone get rid of this sadness. You have to vomit your heart out, and this kind of emotional operation will stop.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was in his arms, carefully raised his eyes, and looked at his surprisingly bright deep purple eyes.

The bright sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the scattered and colorful clouds like waves and sprays, caressing and lovingly depicting his gentle forehead, straight jaw, and straight nose tip.The lines are warm and elusive.The color is spectacular and soft.Akutagawa Ryunosuke understood a truth at this moment: I will definitely cry because of Dostoevsky's death, and even said that I will lose all hope because of this, and I will not want to live anymore.How absurd and sad this truth is.

"Don't die." He whispered quietly.

Dostoevsky suddenly heard something, and looked down in surprise, only to find that Akutagawa had already closed his eyes and fell into a dormancy. He seemed to have heard his voice just now, which should be just an illusion.

"Are you asleep?" Tosi asked him softly, but got no response from him.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke's black hair is thick and long, smooth to the touch, with superior volume, like dark brocade, shining brightly under bright light, like a waterfall spraying the fragrance of five trees.The crow-wing-like eyelashes are stretched and fluttered demurely, slender and restrained, and when lightly closed, the shadows are thick, like the accumulation of obsidian.The double eyelids are sharp and not aggressive, which is the opposite of my eyes that are always open fiercely.Gas state sickly, irritable temperament.The movement is quiet and beautiful, and the streamer is quiet.Even body, transparent skin, evenly-lengthened limbs, lean and coquettish.He has a chaotic appearance covered in blood and tears in the midst of fights and killings, and also has a rare moment when he gently smiles warmly, reveals his face, and hooks his face. Consciously smiled on Mubo, looked up, a little shy, cheeks flushed.

Dostoevsky couldn't help showing a gentle smile when he remembered this scene.A moment later, that smile showed a bit of coldness again.