[Wen Ye] Hell changes

In those years at the height of the riots, Ryunosuke Akutagawa began to write letters to Dostoevsky every day, sometimes even several letters a day.At the beginning, they were all rude greetings or complaints, blaming him for being a bad star, overbearing, unreasonable, cold-blooded, and pouring out all the words that can be scolded without losing face, of course In the end, Akutagawa would still coyly and reluctantly write to him, "Death star, a thing that kills thousands of swords, when do you plan to marry me after you get out of prison?"

After asking, Akutagawa suddenly felt that he hadn't scolded hard enough. This dead man was eating foreign food and sleeping on a foreign bed in the cell. Maybe there was an air conditioner. Besides, with his IQ and personality, as long as he had even one cellmate, he would We will be able to chat together, life must be much more colorful than our own.Akutagawa Ryunosuke would never show a soft and conceited look in front of other people, but every time he thought of this, he felt so wronged that he was about to cry.Dostoyevsky is such a fucking bastard. After he gets out of prison, I will definitely beat him to the ground and beat him hard.

Damn bastard, you are my evil star.After putting down the pen and paper, Akutagawa muttered a few more times with the corner of his mouth curled up.He murmured about the dead thing several times, but his voice became weaker each time.After wrapping up all this, he quietly added another sentence: Big devil, big devil who chased my soul and killed me, I miss you not just in general.

He returned to the days and nights when he met his purple-eyed lover in his dreams but couldn't see him.He missed the short four years when the two of them were in the midst of all kinds of gunfire and all kinds of conspiracies. Every minute, every second, he realized more deeply that he really yearned to go with him. The world of two in the North Pole.As life becomes more and more difficult, he yearns for it more and more. This is his only spiritual motivation and hope. Once even this motivation is moaning, then he will decisively choose to die on the spot.During these years, he waited like ten years in a wheelchair, long and fleeting, looking at the sea level outside the window, hoping that there could be a ship from Europe to pardon criminals.This waiting is like heavy rain swirling down the desert. It will not smooth the emptiness of the desert amidst the increase in precipitation, but will only deepen those twisted folds and pits with the soft and moist shell.

One day, he suddenly remembered a Japanese song by Fujiwara Murasaki Shikibu, and he could vaguely recite it in its entirety.I was so anxious that no one asked me what I was going through.After years of looking forward to and waiting for a long time, we are still not allowed to meet each other.The middle of the last two characters is blurred, forming fine ink lines like edelweiss flakes, which are the traces of tears dripping down.The next teardrop fell on the paper, rekindling the life of the old tear stains on the paper before, allowing them to be reborn in place, continue to tangle up, and spread in all directions sadly.

Okura Yeko suddenly covered her ears and ran over screaming, Akutagawa hid the letter in a hurry, looked back at the young lady who didn't know what was going on, and politely asked her what happened.

Okura Yeko's hand covering his ears trembled, and moved away from his ears long and hard, as if he was moving his hand while hesitating whether he should let Akutagawa see it or not.Her originally fair and clean little ears were stained bright red by blood, and some of them had formed blood clots and stuck to the sides of the ear pinna. It was obvious that the wound had not been taken care of.

"Miss, are you not in pain?"

Okura Yeko just wanted to say, you see, I have been enduring such a serious injury, even if I might lose my hearing, I don’t feel pain. Glittering with watery thoughts, she said in a coquettish tone: "It hurts, it hurts to death. Master Akutagawa, you must love me."

"What's going on here?"

"Damn it, a lunatic attacked me with a gun aimed at people with supernatural abilities. Only this method can prevent part of the sound waves from entering the brain."

"Did you cut your ear yourself?"

"Yes." Okura Yeko hopped and sat opposite Akutagawa, raised her legs skillfully, raised her chin arrogantly, and the exquisite pendant hair rope swayed with her series of movements. With a loud tone, it seems that it is not talking about a miserable wound, but a great achievement, "If necessary, I can tear off my ear directly by the root."

"That hurts."

"Are you worried about me? Don't worry, you won't be able to deal with that kind of rookie. You see." She turned around flexibly, "Didn't I come back safely? I'm back by your side Here we come. I also bought a new hair rope on the way here, the charm on it is very nice, it is very popular recently, how is it, isn’t it trendy?”

"I don't have any feeling. In my eyes, the so-called fashion or not, in the final analysis, serve consumerism."

"Oh." Okura Yeko was not at all frustrated by his blunt words of rejection. Instead, he tore off the newly bought hair tie without hesitation, and let the neat and beautiful sloping ponytail just messy and messy. The hair rope was thrown in the trash.

I do not need it anymore.She pursed her lips.

Akutagawa couldn't figure out what she wanted and what she was thinking, but he suddenly had a pure affection for her.Okura Yeko's physical fitness and endurance are very human. How can she feel that her ears are bleeding and it hurts to death when she can take over the body of the plane? It is clear that there is no problem when jumping here with blood all the way, but she has to deal with Akutagawa. Acting like a baby and saying that it hurts to death, Akutagawa couldn't understand it, but he didn't feel disgusted either.Okura Yeko's heart is much wider than he imagined, and Akutagawa Ryunosuke has long realized this.

He looked at Okura Yeko with loose hair.She was scratching her hair with her hands, suffering from the lack of a mirror, wondering if her current image was funny, her facial features were wrinkled into a small ball.She shrunk her shoulders exaggeratedly, and rubbed her face against the wall of the glass water cup, trying to see her own appearance from the reflection on it. This movement stretched out the lines of her neck, revealing it unreservedly. With her youthful and charming demeanor, one can conclude that she will be a graceful beauty when she grows up.She pursed her lips in dissatisfaction, showing a fish-like lip shape, but she really looked like a pure and willful little girl who had never experienced anything in the world.

Why would such a girl join the army?Could it be that she also has no father and no mother, so she can only rely on this way to eat?Akutagawa Ryunosuke couldn't help thinking.

Subconsciously, he reached into his pocket and groped inside for a while.There was nothing in it except a black hair tie.It's all black, without any decoration, and you can buy a whole bag of hair ties for one coin in any street store.This is the one that Xiaoyin often uses.Akutagawa Gin has waist-length hair. In order not to reveal her identity as a woman, but also for the convenience of tasks, she always uses the simplest and cheapest black hair rope to tie her hair up. The color of the hair rope can also perfectly blend into her Between the dark hair color, it will not make people suspicious because of being fancy.

By the way, Higuchi has also used this one. Since returning to Japan, Higuchi has often cooperated with Xiaoyin. Many things are resolved by her instead of Xiaoyin. Their relationship is very harmonious.Akutagawa accidentally saw Higuchi using a black hair rope, and immediately guessed that it must be lent to her by Xiaoyin, because this hair rope was given to his sister by him, he...

Akutagawa silently tightened his fists and squeezed this hair rope, which was used by the two most important women in his life.Looking at Okura Yeko's fair and youthful face, Akutagawa Ryunosuke suddenly said, "If you don't mind, use this one."

He has kept the hair rope here silently and has never lost it.Knowing that he can't use it, knowing that no one other than himself understands its meaning, but he just can't throw it away.Now, it will have a new owner of its own.Okura Yeko's natural youthful and girlish atmosphere reminded him of his sister, and her tenacious and independent personality reminded him of the dedicated Higuchi Ichiyo, so he decided to give her the hair rope.She made Akutagawa's kindness and gentleness that had been settled rise again and appeared in his life. She made Akutagawa recognize her as the last owner of the hair rope. From then on, no one on this earth is worthy of this A gift of honor.

Beginning with her and ending with her, this is art.

"For me? For me? Is it for me?" Okura Yeko didn't ask him why a man carried such a small accessory with him, nor did he ask him that this hair rope is so old.Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that the hair tie had been worn many times, and it was incomparable to the one she just discarded. How could this shabby fur appear on the head of a little girl who loves beauty.However, she still clapped her hands together in gratitude, as if she had obtained a unique treasure.

Originally the eldest lady was arrogant and arrogant, but amidst the shrugging marks of her shoulders and the heaving waves of her chest, she concealed a somewhat shy expression.It's just that that demeanor only lasted for a while, probably because she deliberately didn't intend to be seen by others.The shy beauty only leaned on her for a very short moment, just like a small pale white shadow drifted down by a bird passing by a thin cloud.She was happy to get the gift from Akutagawa Ryunosuke, but also angry that Akutagawa Ryunosuke didn't understand the style, so simple.However, it was all in her heart, and she still couldn't show how angry she was to him, so after some consideration, she showed a natural smile, thinking that Akutagawa was really strange, strange and likable, so she couldn't help but gently push him Touched his shoulder, smiled and said Akutagawa-sama is a fool.

"Do you think it's pretty?"

"Ah."

"Is it the most beautiful? What kind of woman do you think is beautiful?"

"patriotic."

"Then I'm the most beautiful in Japan?"

Akutagawa Ryunosuke smiled, first shook his head, helpless and at a loss, then nodded.

"Don't think I'm joking, indeed, I really want to hear you praise me, but that sentence is not a lie just to get compliments. Miss Yezi, although I am a little girl in the eyes of ordinary people, I love myself more than anyone else For the motherland, I want the society to be stable more than anyone else, and I dare to sacrifice myself more than anyone else.”

"I'm not kidding you, miss. I know you're a true patriot."

"If one day, Yezi really sacrificed, will Akutagawa-sama feel sorry for him?"

"Will do."

"Don't lie to me."

"It will really hurt."

"Will Akutagawa-sama cry? Will she shed tears for the heroic sacrifice of Yeko?"

"Let's not talk about it."

"Well, it's just a joke, I will definitely live to the end."

She suddenly slapped the table violently, sat up from the chair, folded her arms and straightened her waist, standing on the chair and looking down at Yokohama outside the window.The sun shone on her at this moment, making her look like a general: "Master Akutagawa, do you have a dream? What great achievements do you want to make? I don't think you are an ordinary person, and you are definitely not a mediocre person who lives in vain. It looks like You don't want to tell me, but I always think that you are fighting for the Japan in your mind!

As for me, my dream is to fight for the society and the people in the hound, and run for an official position after I have made achievements.I want to be a leader, a young and energetic leader.I have always wanted to change a very helpless reality: who stipulated which one of the lovers must be given a proper name, and who stipulated that the child must follow the man's surname?I hate this, I hate this, I hate it so much that I want to throw up, why do Japanese women have to take the man's surname when they marry?Her name was given by her own parents, and her flesh and blood were all nurtured by her mother. Who can make her abandon her own surname after marriage?Did her husband's parents raise her?Did her husband give birth to her ten months pregnant?If not, where did the face come from to make women follow their family names?

It's too vicious, too much, even the Japanese women themselves have never thought about this issue, they have acquiesced to this, and may not even think about why they changed their surnames for the rest of their lives.Why is the right to bear the surname always in the hands of men?It is harder for a woman to conceive in ten months than anyone else. Fertility is inherently unbalanced. During these ten months, no one can pay more than a woman, no one can have a greater posture than a mother, and no one can overshadow motherhood with brilliance Guanghui, only a fool would say that men worked harder than women in the past ten months.Why should the right to bear a surname fall directly into the hands of men?Why does almost all human beings acquiesce to this?Why don't women think about it, and don't think they are qualified to let their children have their own surname?This system is a colorless and odorless poison, an invisible handcuffs, and a manifestation of the obedience hidden in the bones of the Yamato nation. This cannot be balanced...no, it can be balanced!can be changed!I will change my life, I will balance!There is God in heaven, and women have power!When I take a leadership position, I will reform step by step and dedicate my life to this cause!My whole life belongs to my fellow women, to the people of my motherland...

And you, you belong to our side, I know, you are a revolutionary, you are on our side! "

Speaking of this, her majestic aura just now gradually faded away, her vigor was slowly replaced by warmth, and the sweet and greasy red tide started to rise from the base of her neck wave after wave, as if she was in love with her. The red water rippled gently against her chin.The sky suddenly turned into the color of blue and white porcelain, and the petals of magnolia flowers in the shape of white sails swirled down to the sandalwood window sill.

"Master Akutagawa, I like you very much. Are you willing to accept my pursuit? Of course it is not persecution, nor is it moral kidnapping. You can think about it slowly. The moment I saw Master Akutagawa, I understood the meaning of beauty. You It is my Goddess of beauty, the fire of my life, my heart has only three parts, 40.00% nine is related to people, 40.00% nine is related to the country, I can only leave less than one tenth of the place for you, but at least That place is only for you. Other places are full of human beings, full of emotions, and full of responsibilities, but this small piece of land is only for that one person in a lifetime. It is very narrow and small, but it cannot be replaced , no one can come in except you. Yezi is willing to wait here forever, waiting for your answer."

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The author has something to say:

Hey, I really like writing about girls with individuality. This is one of the fundamental reasons why I want to write fanfiction with Akutagawa as the center, because I found that the most prominent and important girls in Wenye are all with Akutagawa. Inseparable: Dr. Yosano (the conflict with Tachihara Michizo - Tachihara Michizo is Akutagawa's colleague/subordinate); Okura Yeko (Fukuji invites Akutagawa to enter the hounds, if Akutagawa does enter, these two people are cannot be unrelated).

It can even be said that Akutagawa influenced their destiny: Xiaoyin, Izumi Kyoka, and Higuchi Kazuyo.

If other characters in Wenye were used as the protagonists, there would be no way to draw so many relationship lines with strong plasticity and strong story development. That’s why I say that the protagonist of this article can only be Ryunosuke Akutagawa~