[Wen Ye] Hell changes

Ryunosuke Akutagawa saw Osamu Dazai push Gin Akutagawa.It was just an unintentional move, but a sharp cone suddenly grew where Akutagawa Gin was about to fall.No one knows why.A wooden stake of unknown origin rose from the ground holding a pointed murder weapon, piercing straight through Akutagawa Yin's second thoracic vertebra, and the pleural membrane was torn apart as if thousands of miles away, Akutagawa The last few breaths and breaths of Yin's life can cause blood spray in the internal organs.

The blood spreading from Akutagawa Gin's body and the blood flowing from Akutagawa Ryunosuke's broken leg soon merged, and the blood pool with the meaning of kinship and fate and the dripping blood and tears kissed and merged nondescriptly, and soon after Solidified like the colors of a rainbow.When the sun rises in the east, it reflects a hundred colors of the spectrum.

Ever since Ryunosuke Akutagawa returned to Japan, Gin Akutagawa has never called his brother.Akutagawa Ryunosuke always thought that she had a sense of distance from him, but he never thought that she would stand in front of him, even if she lost her life.At that time, Akutagawa Gin was pierced through his body, but he smiled suddenly, as if he didn't feel any pain at all.

"Brother... Xiaoyin will always love you..."

What constitutes this cry is a kind of relief like relief and moving truth.

The puddles of blood on the ground merged into a red and black fishy mud.Akutagawa Ryunosuke tremblingly watched Akutagawa Gin's blood spread to his side, and looked at himself who was cut and deformed on the strange red liquid surface, and the ear-piercing screams continued to linger and spread in this closed forest , the tears rolling down the ferocious face, like a snake with a broken spine, slid in a distorted posture and gradually became invisible.As long as you dip your hands into the rolling waves and the blue sea, the color will be bright red in an instant!

Murderer, murderer!Akutagawa Ryunosuke was dazed by the smell of blood, he roared hoarsely and sharply at Osamu Dazai, his ten finger bones were held crisply and loudly.

His shoulders trembled up and down, tears rolled in the corners of his eyes, and he kept crying hoarsely until he could no longer cry out, as if he was being stuffed into his throat by marbles while laughing wildly, and his mouth seemed to be blocked by something up.He fell to the side with gloomy eyes. The excessive blood loss and the pain of his legs being severed made him gradually approach death, but he still hoped that he could move, so as not to let the blood clot stuck in his throat due to shouting just now be blocked. The trachea, but the pain has already caused the muscles of the entire mouth and throat walls to twitch, unable to move.

He opened his mouth with the last of his strength, but he could only spit out a mouthful of sweet blood with a strong fishy smell.But even so, Osamu Dazai just looked at him from the side without responding.The slightly hoarse sobbing was like a cry of mourning, which instantly turned into painful thoughts like flying catkins.The catkins flying are not snow after all.It feels like I can never get it back.

Accompanied by the unwillingness and anger in his heart, everything he saw in front of his eyes gradually became blurred, and his consciousness began to change from being smothered by blood to being sober, as if the process of waking up from a dream to opening his eyes was a natural and tense process. wake.He heard the call.The hell surrounded by Gin Akutagawa and his blood began to gradually push into a series of pure white empty pictures.No, he can't make this scene disappear... Revenge, he hasn't had revenge yet, how can he wake up...

"Dragon, calm down."

Gentle and affectionate calls rushed to his ears.Akutagawa Ryunosuke didn't understand what kind of specific affection this call was made of, but once it hit his ears, it lingered endlessly, making him tremble and bewildered, as if he would also be pierced by a pointed tree in the next second The person whose heart had cut open his chest could only tremble uncontrollably, his lips fluttered violently but he couldn't utter a single syllable, only fragmentary whimpers could be pulled out from his throat.

"Little Silver, where are you..."

"Fool, why would I leave? What's wrong with you? Have you had a nightmare?"

The blood-filled treetops that penetrated Xiaoyin's belly and chest, the squirming corpses and internal organs exposed to the air, the dirty blood bubbles constantly popping up on Xiaoyin's corpse, the eversioned spine and The eyelids that did not close because they did not close their eyes before death, and Osamu Dazai who pushed Xiaoyin in front of him to cause all this, Dazai Osamu who watched Xiaoyin's death, watched himself being tortured to death. Osamu Dazai did not lend a helping hand.

"My... my..."

"Do you still have nightmares when you are so old? It's okay, don't be afraid, don't cry, I won't leave."

The same gentle and affectionate call just now blew into his ears again, as if a burst of graceful fragrance rushed to Akutagawa Ryunosuke's ears.Its melodiousness and true feelings need not be questioned, and it lingers around his ears extremely gently, leaving invisible imprints in every inch of the gap between ear bones and ear lines, arousing his sadness and nostalgia.Such a wave of strong emotion followed his soul chasing up, so he had no choice but to soften his frowning brows and eyes in such a warm wave, and opened his pupils.

After he opened his pupils, he saw a pair of familiar purple eyes.His figure was reflected in those purple eyes, and the complex pupil lines changed silently.

"My sister was killed! My only family member is gone! Why did you do this to her!" He cried out to the owner of these eyes, and after the sobs died down, the only thing left was the tears that could not fall down and knocked the last mourning .Those purple eyes quietly maintained a moving tenderness, leaving a lingering charm that planted into his fragile heart rhythm.

"Stupid child, what nonsense are you talking about? You are just dreaming. You fell asleep, and Gogol carried you here, have you forgotten? Why did my sister die suddenly when she was fine?" Purple eyes The master used a beautiful tone of Rushitathagata and Frank Fuyi to drive away Akutagawa Ryunosuke's fear.

"Fedya?" He saw the purple eyes, saw Dostoyevsky, and saw the pale sky outside the window, "Where is this?"

"It's all over." Dostoevsky gently pushed back his messy black hair, "It's enough to experience pain once."

"No, no, just now I really..." Akutagawa hadn't recovered from the nightmare, still clutching Dostoyevsky's collar tightly, crying falteringly, "Then He is the only person in the world who is related to me by blood, who is really related by blood, and who has been with me since birth..."

"Ah."

"And I also dreamed that I was tortured to death, and all the blood flowed out."

"Ah."

Dostoevsky's slightly trembling fingers brushed over his small ears, and he rubbed his cheek repeatedly with his warm palm, as if he wanted to plant something tightly in his palm into his convulsive skin through the skin. In the naked body, and deeply embedded in the bone marrow.Dostoevsky Toevsky's palms and eyes seemed to emit a mysterious spark that could be called an ancient rock, sending a warmth from the surface of the bone to the left atrium.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke finally calmed down.He took Dostoevsky's hand.Caught warm.

"Is it just a dream?"

"It's just a dream."

"Then... what about the Gogol people?"

"He has returned to the Ministry of Justice. His current status is the secretary of Dounan, the Ministry of Justice. His goal is to knock down his boss and climb up. He can't go wherever he wants all the time."

"Where are we now?"

"Secret, secret, base, ground."

Having said this, Dostoevsky showed a childish smile and pinched his cheek.The fragile skin soon revealed a small glaze red color.Akutagawa covered his pinched red cheeks, breathing rapidly, his chest heaving violently: "I... next..." He was so flustered that he didn't know how to organize himself.

Dostoevsky said very patiently: "Whatever you think, you can tell me, and I will not laugh at you."

"Can't laugh at anything?"

"Yes."

"What guarantee do you use?"

"Use this heart."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke looked at him in surprise.He didn't continue to speak, but stared at Akutagawa with soft deep purple eyes from beginning to end, and his palms were always so warm to support Akutagawa's pale and cold face.What Ryunosuke Akutagawa felt at first was that a powerful something different from anything took root and sprouted in his heart.It jumped out as briskly as Dostoevsky's gentle "dragon" just now, and it was as tough and real as Dostoevsky's eloquent and powerful eyes.The heart under the ribs contracted and expanded hotly, screaming louder and louder each time.When Dostoevsky's fear and fragility that he refused to show to others were displayed in front of Dostoevsky, Akutagawa Ryunosuke knew that all the previous strong grips had been removed at this moment.

"What am I thinking? I'm thinking...I'm thinking about you." After hesitating for a second, he still admitted.

As for the specific reason, he himself did not understand.Perhaps it was because of Dostoevsky's impeccable gentleness at all times, or because the sincerity and will that Dostoevsky showed just now made him ashamed.When Dostoevsky's words reached his ears, the power and emotion contained in them also reached his body.moved him.He was thinking of Dostoevsky.He was thinking of Dostoevsky.This feeling of longing has a kind of sacred sadness.

"Gogol told me everything you said. You seem to have a good relationship. What do you think of him?" Dostoyevsky said so, but his eyes were always tolerant.

"Why is he telling you this?"

"Because I'm his boss now."

Akutagawa pursed his lips in embarrassment, and blinked his eyes a little guilty: "Let's not talk about this."

"Okay, I'm sorry for embarrassing you." Dostoevsky touched his snow-white cheeks, "Then change the angle, will you be determined to follow me all the time?"

"I don't have high expectations for your goals."

"You don't expect a wonderful utopia?"

"I have never expected it. The real utopia does not exist, but war will always exist."

"Utopia is tomorrow's truth, and war is yesterday's means."

"Then tell me, can you find a whole me in that truth? Can you find a me who has never been disabled? Can you find a me who hasn't lived in the slums and been drowned in blood on the streets at night? , Didn’t I almost get raped/raped, and I was not abandoned by this world? Your new world is nothing, you have not cleaned up any sins, those boring things are nothing, and will only usher in a new order. A new situation is needed. Until then all you have won is nothing but sin. All is sin, everything is sin. Our sin is in sin, sin is your name, and so is your kingdom Sin, you are the sin of sin, because this is in sin... You lie and say that you are the savior who saves people from sin, but after saving these human beings from sin, it is still sin... for full rejoice in his iniquity."

"You haven't woken up from your nightmare yet."

"I woke up a long time ago. In fact, these words are only from your point of view, not from my point of view. Because I am materialistic."

"This is understandable, you don't have God culture in East Asia."

"God damn it, I only believe in the sickle and the hammer. No matter whether it is a person or a thing, once you have been injured, you will never be able to return to the happy past. Let it go, Fedya, and then we can..."

"However, I can't take it anymore. It's impossible to stop, my black-eyed Ryunosuke. The supernatural beings under me attacked the president of the Armed Detective Agency not long ago."

Only then did Ryunosuke Akutagawa stop speaking, and stared at him for a long time, with intense sadness in his eyes, so intense that it was far beyond what his memory could trace.

"Do you know what the second half of my sentence was?"

"do not know."

"Lies. You always know everything."

"really do not know."

"fraud."

"You were my accident."

A tear rolled down from the corner of his eye.

"Then we can escape to Iceland as ordinary people and live out the rest of our lives together."

"Why does it have to be Iceland? Isn't neighboring China okay? I can take you to see the Great Wall that Qin Shihuang ordered to build. I really admire the character Qin Shihuang."

"Because someone once said they wanted to go north of the North Pole. Until now, I think there is real peace north of the North Pole."

"North of the North Pole is not Iceland. North of the North Pole does not exist, exactly."

"One day it will be found."

"Ok."

Dostoevsky hesitated for a while, then lowered his head, the haze brought by his slender bangs covered his eyes, making his thoughts impossible to catch with the naked eye.

"I can choose an appropriate moderation." He said, "If it really fails and I'm imprisoned or killed, you can go and seek refuge with others."

"Does it have to be like this?"

"Yes. I said it, and I can't stop it. I guarantee with this heart that if you survive successfully, I will take you to Iceland to see the aurora, but if I am killed, you go to another one that can keep you alive." people."

"What the hell are you talking about? Why do you say such things before the ending comes out? You want me to endure the news of your death and live with someone else I don't love?"

"Because you will forget me sooner or later."

"How do you make me forget? You call me every day, sweet talk to me every day, give me things every day, take me to every street in Russia, take me to experience everything I have never touched before Take me to experience the feelings I never knew before, how can I forget? Could it be that you don’t love me? Now you can’t go back, you don’t think about what I will do in the future, How should I forget you, how can I bear this kind of yin and yang ending? You only think about yourself!"

"That's because I didn't think that I could be with you until now. After all, you haven't responded to me positively."

"The positive response you want, you can get it right now."

"Thanks for your response, I feel like I can now take the successful outcome into account and rule out the factors that could tear us apart."

"Since this is the case, what if it really succeeds?"

"Then you are the king's bride."

"Fedya...Fedya, I have to admit again, I really miss you, I miss you all the time." He fell into Dostoevsky's arms, "For For me now, there is very little meaning in living, and I have been expelled from places that need me. Sometimes I feel that life is better than death, but I always have a little attachment... This attachment supports me. For the present For me, there is no meaningful battle at all. In the past, fighting was my only way of survival. If I don’t fight, I’m worthless. The word fighting is engraved in my soul, but now my soul is worthless. There is nothing more to lose in this world. Except this heart yearning for peace. Except you."

"I really didn't expect you to say that."

"Stop pretending. From the very beginning, you came here with the purpose of wanting me to be yours. But after you achieve your purpose, do you want to play tricks instead?"

"No, just pure surprise."

"Well, are you over surprised?"

"It's over."

"Then do it all over again."

"it is good."

"except you."

"May I confirm again?"

"except you."

"What if Osamu Dazai doesn't allow it? Didn't he separate you and that man called... Hey, I can't remember the name."

"Central Plains Central."

"Ah, that's right, didn't he separate you from that person named Chuya Zhongyuan at the beginning?"

"How did you know?"

"Don't tell you."

"Stop talking nonsense, is it difficult for you to answer the question directly?"

"It's not difficult."

"Then, one last time."

"it is good."

"except you."

"What do you think I'll say?"

"roll."

"I won't tell you to fuck off."

"I mean if you don't answer or go away."

"sorry."

"except you."

"Me too."

Dostoevsky embraced him the moment he finished speaking.Strips of sharp and pale light penetrated the scattered clouds outside the window, penetrated the window and slowly poured into the room, illuminating half of Dostoevsky's body. Under the extreme contrast of darkness and light, Akutagawa looked I don't know the eyes on the other half of his face, but amidst the swaying light and the fluctuating heart waves, they also scattered themselves with the clouds, sharply and violently like the bright light in the sky.Whether it's emotions or shadows in his heart, Akutagawa Ryunosuke wants to bloom together with the flickering sunlight.

He hadn't been touched by anyone for too long, but at this moment, he felt that something was hit in his heart, as subtle and sharp as a feather falling gently into a stream and creating slender ripples.He didn't understand that in the face of violence, power, and death, the human heart may be numb, but in the face of a hug full of hope, he can instantly gain enough persistence and courage to last a lifetime.For him, the pain came too directly, the happiness went too freely, and the touch lasted too long and intensely to be shameful.

He fell into Dostoyevsky's arms as if exhausted, grabbed his cloak, and the building that seemed to be in ruins was holding on to the last flag tightly, holding on tightly to maintain dignity. open.Dostoevsky did not respond to his movement, but quietly put his hand on his shoulder.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke once again felt that the heart that was colliding between hope and depression had begun to settle down. Before that, it was still trembling in this reality and the past that he was addicted to. Now it has been in Tuo The temperature in Dostoevsky's palm is forever settled, and he no longer has to jump and wander so hard.

The hopeful momentum conveyed by Dostoevsky's breath and touch, together with his powerful response at the moment, forms a conviction.His heart began to disintegrate and merge into a big river swollen by the old rain, and all the pulses and rivers softened into lingering clear water, or the glamorous sunset reflected on the clear water, so sad and magnificent, waiting for the rain to pass , the softened heart is still singing and ding-dong like this, spinning out layers of waves after waves of water eddies on the surface of the river or under the river.Yes, not bad at all.This is his heart.

So Akutagawa Ryunosuke jumped out of his arms, grabbed his arms, and looked up into his purple eyes.

"Dostoevsky, you are my heart!"

my hit song.My sea is on fire.

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The author has something to say:

You and me, there are so many emotions; there are many places, hot as fire; take a piece of clay, twist a you, mold a me, break the two of us together, and mix them with water; twist a you, and mold a me.I have you in the mud, and you have me in the mud; I live in the same quilt as you, and die in the same coffin.

Made it more straightforward.Because the rhythm of this article is fast and capable, basically more than a dozen emotional lines and at most 80 chapters are all finished, which will cause some characters to fail to handle the relationship well.In this revision, I changed both Guojie and Tuojie to be more straightforward, so I won’t be dumb orz