[Wen Ye] Hell changes

Chapter 21 Marco Ole

After the death of Sakunosuke Oda, the port mafia underwent a big change.First, Ryunosuke Akutagawa was sent to Russia, followed by the defection of the cadre Osamu Dazai.Akutagawa Ryunosuke received this message in a foreign country, and learned that he had been promoted to the captain of the guerrillas, and Higuchi Ichiyo recommended himself to be his direct subordinate.After hesitating for a while, he put the words "whatever you want" on the phone, danced excitedly at the convenience, and replied: "Senior Akutagawa wait for me, I will pack my luggage and go to Russia to take care of you!"

"Keep down, it's too noisy." After pulling the phone away from his ears, he pressed the end button.

He doesn't want others to take care of him at all. Once he is treated with the kind of tenderness he treats a patient, it is equivalent to emphasizing that he is a sick number and a slow-down person all the time.Thinking of this, Ryunosuke Akutagawa would fall into a violent mood, drop the vase beside the bed in the ward, or scare the medical staff who came in, saying "If you get closer, I will kill you".

His temper is stubborn, smelly and fragile like a wild dog.I'm afraid that if he doesn't touch him, he will melt away in loneliness, and if he dares to touch him, he will immediately shatter in a trance.Say he is unreasonable, and he will not refute you a word. At night, he looks at the moon outside the window alone, breathing alone.It is said that he is emotionally disturbed and needs to consult a psychiatrist. He can directly let you sleep to your grave on the spot.

Gradually, no one cared about him, and even though some people from the port mafia had bribed him, no one was willing to go to him anymore.

When Higuchi Ichiyo came to Russia, Akutagawa Ryunosuke was anxious in the ward.

"You came just in time. Help me keep watch, I want to leave the hospital for a while."

"What did you say?" Higuchi looked at him inexplicably.

"Leave the hospital and be quiet for a while." He repeated, and while he was talking, he found out the coat that Osamu Dazai gave him, which had to be said to be swift and resolute.

"Stop talking nonsense, senior, you are a patient. If the patient is not in the hospital, where should he be?"

"I'm not a patient."

That black coat seemed to be tailor-made for Akutagawa Ryunosuke, every crease precisely fit his curves.When he uses both hands to drape the coat over his shoulders, his movements are so beautiful that the viewer is amazed.Maybe it's the inviolable craftsmanship, or maybe it's the carefully calculated man-made, in general, every action of Akutagawa Ryunosuke always gives people a sense of beauty, which is more expressive than any language.Akutagawa looked at her indifferently when he turned his head, and her water-like clear and cold eyes reflected her obsessed appearance.

Higuchi Ichiyo thinks that even if you talk nonsense about Akutagawa Ryunosuke's ancestors having nobles, people will think that what you say makes sense.

"If you are not a patient, who else is a patient in this world?"

When Akutagawa Ryunosuke heard this, he gritted his teeth and said, you go, I don't need you to watch out.

Higuchi Ichiyo could only stare at his leaving back in vain, ending the unnecessary recollection.Her trembling hands squeezed the cold edge of the bed.The temperature along the dark edge is freezing cold, nothing compares to Akutagawa Ryunosuke's words scorching her like pebbles so that her heart aches and numbs.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was nothing more than being poked in the sore spot.If he is not a patient, who else in the world is a patient?He has been diagnosed with lung disease, and his stomach often hurts so much that he almost rolled on the ground clutching his stomach, and the rest of his internal organs were more or less damaged during the battle.I vaguely remember that Osamu Dazai's favorite place to hit is his stomach.No matter how stubborn and unconvincing he was at that time, Osamu Dazai knew that as long as he punched him in the stomach, he would be unable to move, so he obeyed obediently.As long as he opened his clothes, he could know how many new and old scars were caused by hidden weapons without eyes.Ever since he could remember, he didn't remember when he was a healthy person.

At times like this, he dislikes anyone, and always stays far away from others.Before communicating with Mori Ogai by making a phone call from memory, Mori Ogai said faintly, "You want to be a Dazai, I understand", and he smashed the phone on the spot.

That's okay, no one will contact him for the time being.Originally, there was only Dazai Osamu's phone number in that mobile phone, but Dazai Osamu deleted it all.

He doesn't want to be treated like a mental patient.He wants to live and work like a normal person.

There is an exquisite beverage shop downstairs in the hospital.When Akutagawa Ryunosuke passed by there for the first time, he remembered that there were five staff members busy there.The second time he passed there, there were only three people left. On the contrary, there was a man sitting motionless in a corner in the store.He just glanced at it, not paying much attention to the changes.Today was the third time he passed by here. There was only the owner and a staff member in the store, and the only customer was the man who always sat in the corner without moving.Where are the others?

Before he could step in, the store manager put down the wine glass in his hand and greeted him with a smile.

Akutagawa walked into the shop, covered his mouth and coughed a few times before asking, "Do you speak Japanese?"

"Yes?"

"It's nothing." In fact, his Russian is not very good, but he just learned some daily expressions temporarily, and he can just ask Higuchi to learn that kind of thing later.

"Unfamiliar face." The man sitting in the shaded corner suddenly spoke.

If he hadn't spoken at this time, Akutagawa Ryunosuke would almost have thought he was a decorative toy, a life-sized doll, because he always sat there, as if he had stopped breathing.

"Come, sit next to me." He stretched out his hand in an unusually talkative manner, and offered the invitation with a smile, as if he was not asking him to sit down, but to ask him to dance, "I will be very happy if you can accept it. "

The man spoke fluent and beautiful Japanese without any accent, which surprised him.

"I won't make an AA with you." Akutagawa said with a frown.

"You misunderstood, I'm not sharing the table with you and the AA system, I just have good intentions." The other party tilted his head helplessly, this action made him look very wronged and innocent.

There was a piano next to the place where he was sitting. Ryunosuke Akutagawa knew that someone had been sitting in front of the piano and playing a few days ago.But now, there is nothing there, only a stranger sitting a few meters away and inviting him.

"The gentleman who played the piano, isn't he coming back? Where has he gone?"

"I don't know, I was a little confused when I came here today." The man glanced at the piano, then turned back with a smile, "Do you mind that there is no music?"

"No."

"Whether the piano boy will appear or not has nothing to do with you, does it?"

"Yes."

"That's great." The man smiled and narrowed his eyes, showing him his best angle.Indeed, looking at it from this angle, the corners of the man's mouth are curved just right, any more exaggerated would be domineering, any more shallow would be perfunctory, even once.The impression brought by that perfect smile spread from the eyes to the heart.This made Akutagawa Ryunosuke have to suspect that he was flattering himself.

"Where are you from Japan?"

"Yokohama."

"Oh." The man elongated the exclamation word meaningfully, "That's really a good place."

"You can't say anything but 'yes'?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"I'm not familiar with you."

"It's just because the object is you, that's why I said more." He propped his elbows on the table, his palms dragged on his cheeks, and his slender fingers stuck to his cheeks, "I've been observing you for several days."

The man has very beautiful fingers and wrists, as if protruding from the portrait of El Greco.Akutagawa Ryunosuke glanced at him, but didn't respond, just looked down at his palm.Just now when he coughed, blood spattered on his palm, but he kept clenching his fists, not wanting to be seen by strangers.

Fortunately, the amount of bleeding was not particularly large, and it was much better than the previous few times.The bewitching bright red crawls and spreads along the veins of the heart and heart veins in the hand, outlining a chaotic and complicated lifeline or something that cannot be told.

"You're hurt." The man frowned, his eyes moved, as if he really felt sorry for him, "Does it hurt?"

"Thank you for your concern. No problem."

"It's so pitiful at such a young age."

"Not enough."

"That's right, as Marco Ole said, pain is a vivid concept of illness. If you exercise the power of will to change this concept, let go of it, and stop complaining, it will disappear. .I really appreciate the fact that you don’t complain about your illness. I hope that the next time I see you, you will be healthier and happier than today.”

Akutagawa Ryunosuke covered his lips with his hand, and gave him a slightly cruel look.Instead of being afraid, he thought he was happy, and continued to smile at Akutagawa.Being stared at like this, he was very irritable at first, but he gradually calmed down for some reason, maybe it was because the man's gaze diverted his attention, and he no longer clings to those annoying things.

At this time, his eyes were relieved because of the lightness and turbulence of his mood, and the corners of his eyes were filled with glaze red tides, and he couldn't help squinting at the man's face.It must be too hot in here.

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