Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

Osamu Dazai only felt a pain in his mouth, and he reached out to take out the envelope at the top.

"Oda Tsukuru." This is a letter written to him, from his good friend.A man who once wanted to be a novelist.

Mr. Fumeng left quite considerately, leaving Osamu Dazai alone.

In addition to the envelope, there is also a stack of manuscript paper full of words.

Holding the manuscript paper in his hand, Osamu Dazai finally saw this text from four years ago.

【拝启

Your Excellency Dazai, at the request of your friend Sakunosuke Oda, I have written the following text.Maybe you will be surprised when you see this, because I don't appear in your memory, I am just a stranger to you.And I only know you a few times, so Mr. Oda wrote a letter and gave it to me for safekeeping.

So let's get down to business.Although it is in the format of a letter, it is not a big problem.

The first time I saw you, I knew your existence, like a dark abyss, even though I was young, I already had the breath of nothingness.You are not in the world, nor in hell, just wandering in the world like a ghost.It was also at that moment that I agreed to Mr. Oda's request, because we are similar people.

It's just that the ghost below is a ghost made by nature, and you are a ghost born.

You are looking for the meaning of life and death, you feel that everything is nothingness, you have a mind far beyond ordinary people, which does not match your immature body, so you have suffered things that you should not have suffered in your age, you will Everything is too clear.There has always been a saying that heaven is jealous of talents.If something knows the ending at a glance, and life has not yet begun, the ending has already been seen, which is probably unacceptable.

But when you are close to death again and again, you will not think that life is not eternal, and neither is death.Maybe you don't know why I say this, but it doesn't matter.Because only you can decide your own destiny, and you may be influenced by others on the way, but you are the only one who really makes the decision.

You may be wondering why death is not eternal. In your opinion, death is probably an eternal sleep, the only way out of this terrible world.

But in fact it is not the case. Human beings have always been in awe of ghosts and gods. This is not a lie, but a fact.

I have seen.

The dignified hall, Yan Mo who judges the dead, and the blooming crimson Bana flowers swaying in the wind, death is not eternal, but only a part of life.

Nothing lasts forever in this world, and now you feel like you can see everything, but you've never seen anything like it.

The starry sky is at the feet, a huge group of ghost whales swims overhead, and the white-feathered birds with flowing scales fly below.Colorful raindrops fall from the sky, and you can hear the frolicking of time.

If you have seen the vast sea of ​​stars, the civilization hidden in the deep sea, and the kingdom of God above the nine heavens, you will probably find that your life is as small as a grain of rice, and there is nothing left when the wheel of time is run over.Although this probably won't change you, at least it will make you feel that the world is probably less boring.

Regarding your suicide, neither I nor Mr. Oda have any thoughts, rather, it is a part of who you are.

Your Excellency Oda told me that you are just a lonely crying child, on this point, I agree with you.As mentioned above, I am a ghost made in heaven, and I have a better understanding of life and death, good and evil, and loneliness than you.But at least you have an anchor, and you should now have a reliable, trustworthy companion, too.

You're a ghost, you're a monster, you're also human, and that's something to celebrate, and the day you lose everything that justifies your existence is true death.

In addition, Lord Oda asked me to tell you that it has been a long time and that he has a gift for you.

Floating dream]

"This is really a great gift." Osamu Dazai put away the things with a wry smile, his fingers stopped on the envelope for a moment, but he still didn't open the envelope, at least he wouldn't open it here.

I don't know when, the sun gradually set, the sky and clouds were dyed with bright warm colors, and the lanterns hanging on the street were gradually lit up, exuding orange or warm red light.

"The Dragon Sacrifice Ceremony is about to begin. Shall we go and have a look together?" The man walked in with his hands in his hands. He glanced at it, as if a little surprised, "It seems that you didn't read the letter from His Excellency Oda?"

Osamu Dazai wrinkled his nose. Although the other party's attitude was as calm as water, he still felt uncomfortable.Probably seeing his awkwardness, the man smiled in a low voice, put one hand on his chin, showing an expression of interest, "It turns out that cowards are afraid of happiness, they will get hurt when they touch cotton, and sometimes Hurt by happiness.' That's still pretty accurate."

Osamu Dazai's face was blank, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Your Excellency Dazai, it's better to read that letter as soon as possible." This was Mr. Fumeng's last reminder to Osamu Dazai.

Afterwards, he no longer cared about Osamu Dazai's inner entanglement, and led the people to the place where the dragon sacrifice ceremony was held.Although he can't satirize the society and the darkness of human nature with pungent words, he can bring people a grand and magnificent dream.

The pen in his hand is not for criticizing anything, and he is not qualified to criticize for anyone. All he can do is to weave a dream that is both light and magnificent, magnificent and grand.

As the night falls, the trees and silver flowers bloom, and the lights gather to form a river, shuttling through every alley, and the scenery below can be seen in the eyes. There is nothing better than this to dispel loneliness.

The high platform that has already been built is full of people, laughter, shouts, and shouts are intertwined with each other.The burning torches were all the more brilliant against the deep blue evening sky.

The dragon drum on the high platform rang again and again, as if the heart of a giant dragon was beating.

"No, it's just beating."

The man had his hands behind his back, his crow-like long hair was blown by the wind, and his eyes were shining golden. Without waiting for the people around him to ask, he raised his finger and put it on his lips, "Hush, listen carefully."

As the dragon drum beat again and again, another thing followed the drum sound like a shadow.

"The dragon bears the galaxy." The voice as light as a cloud told of a scene not seen in a hundred years.

Osamu Dazai's eyes widened suddenly, and the beating sound became louder and louder. On the high platform, there were masks and women in costumes dancing unknown dances. In the past, people believed that people with spiritual power could dance, sound, and dance. Communicate with heaven and earth, please the gods.

The red silk and satin drew graceful arcs in the air, and the gold ornaments made into scales jingled, gorgeous but majestic.

The eyes of the dragon head that I had seen before were filled with golden light, and the giant dragon guarding Tianzhou seemed to come back to life, no, it really did come back to life.That huge heartbeat came from this huge dragon, whose blue scales gradually changed.

The scales were dyed with shining starlight, and the brilliance flowed on the scales, and the pair of godless eyes became flexible. Those eyes were the purest golden color. The giant dragon uttered a long cry to the sky, this is everything. origin.

The seven-day dragon sacrifice ceremony is the resurrection of an ancient legend.

The dragon with galaxy scales is more beautiful in the deep blue night sky, it is a creature living in mythology.The stars on the scales converge into a river, and the giant dragon is like a fish returning to the sea. The sky is itself, it shuttles between the stars and clouds, and even the moon cannot take away its gaze.

At this time, the sky suddenly burst into colorful fireworks, and the fireworks exploded in the twilight sky. This is the splendor of human beings.

Some small clusters of light dragged their tails down, and some spots of light disappeared in the air, but every time one fell, another rose.

Be it lighting, fire, or starlight, a grand gathering is left on the human retina. Human language cannot describe one-thousandth of the beautiful scene, just like a newborn baby, who can only express it with a hoarse voice. to their own surprise and delight.

"Life always has many surprises." The man commented. "coming."

In the next second, Osamu Dazai knew why he said that.

It's stars falling.

The giant dragon with the star river fell from the sky with countless stars. The tail of the star was very long and thin, but it could be clearly observed. The whole sky was like this, like meteors falling like rain.

"ah--!"

The crowd in the ground exclaimed. Some stars fell on the boat and were picked up by someone, exuding a soft silver light in the palm of the hand. The small stone-like fragments are colorful, and the silver is the background, and the colorful streamer flows on it. too intertwined.

A star deviated from its orbit and fell into the hands of Osamu Dazai.

"It seems that it likes you very much." With a gentle smile on his face, the man looked at the young man who suddenly froze in place with a childlike expression.

The man spread out his palm and caught a falling star, and the star was reflected in his pupils.The author of the book cannot really decide the content of the book, because when all the structures are completed, any development is determined by the book. At that time, the author of the book is just a recorder, and has no influence on the book. Dramatic ability.

"Don't like it?" He turned his head to look at the person beside him, but the person hadn't recovered yet.The man's eyebrows and eyes are as gentle as water, and his eyes are full of stars, probably because he is particularly favored, and there are even small stars hidden in his hair.

Tears suddenly rolled down his cheeks, which was quite inconsistent with Osamu Dazai's character, no matter what, he was a guy who kept everything in his heart, a coward.

The man didn't show a strange look, but handed him a handkerchief.

Mr. Floating Dream naturally knew why the other party was crying.Taking the handkerchief and wiping away the unknowing tears, Dazai Osamu's voice was slightly hoarse, his black slightly curly hair covered his iris-colored eyes, "Is this all arranged?"

"No, it's its choice."

Looking at the soft glowing star in your hand, this is a gift from the stars.

【星の声を闻いたことがあります.

I have heard the voice of the stars. 】

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The author has something to say:

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Sir, I have read the works of writers, and it is true that the coward comes from the original sentence in Mr. Osamu Dazai's "No Longer Human".

On the surface, the husband is romantic and calm, but in fact he is a little vicious in his heart. After all, he can see from the past that he is not a good bird.

Today's double update, no more, really, I have neither saved manuscript nor outline, to experience the joy of naked update :)

之后会试试存稿应该。大家如果有什么想看的，或者别的啥，可以和我说，说不定我就写了呢。感谢在2020-04-1614:31:19~2020-04-1617:51:44期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!