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Chapter 116 Disqualification

【Just go forward, Hong, to a place with light. 】

[I stay here. 】

The cardinal had heard that phrase twice.

Once when the world is about to be destroyed, and once when the world is about to be destroyed.

In fact, the red bird didn't think too much about the world or the future. He was just a little cardinal, jumping between the pages of words every day.He also rarely contacts people, the only one who liberated him from the story——

literary giant.

The writer's name is Osamu Dazai, and he is a guy who can write negative words.

This world is a very peaceful world. Although there are many people with super powers, most of the time, everyone is still very peaceful. The grievances are poured into the end of the pen. Look at this and look at that, and finally get rolled by the tip of the pen.

"Little sparrow, don't learn this." Osamu Dazai spoke plausibly, and took away the few sheets of paper, "Especially the books of that dead slug, you don't want to jump into any of them! No!"

The cardinal was spread out in the blank space like a chirp cake, and there were bits and pieces of complaints and dissatisfaction in his ears, and he suddenly turned his little head.

"Do you dare to say these words in front of that person?"

Dazai Osamu: "..."

"Jiu, even if the other party is drunk and calls, wouldn't he just curl up in the blanket and cry?"

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Osamu Dazai: "Who the hell did you raise the bird? I won't draw rice for you to eat!"

"Red can go to Mr. Sakunosuke's book to eat, there is delicious eel rice, there is a couple Zenzai Chuu..." Cardinal squinted at him, "Some people can only draw rice for Chuu to eat, it's really unimaginative , Chirp."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

It is a half-open secret that Osamu Dazai keeps a cardinal born from his writing.Especially Sakunosuke Oda knows this well, and when he is more familiar with it, he will even draw spicy curry for Xiaotiao.Both words and pictures can be accepted by the cardinals, the more detailed the better, the food described by Oda Sakunosuke is just delicious, and the cardinals like it very much.

But he still has two meals a day, and he can eat rice made by Osamu Dazai.

When you are full and happy, the cardinals will sing and dance on the pages of the book, or walk around in the books published by the three major publishing houses. One moment, they may be basking in the oblique photos of "Musashino", and the next moment they will be in "Today" Trembling in "Visit of the Howling Wind", or being chased by a cat in a book and flying around.

Here in Que, the words of literary giants are the whole world.

Que always thought that such days would last for a very, very long time, but in fact it was only three years before the world began to collapse.It was an invasion from the outside, and the omnipotent tide of ghosts stared at this world, locked it, and destroyed it.

Words no longer roam gently on the paper, but float up, become sharp blades, and become power.

Osamu Dazai was probably one of the first to predict the outcome of this war. He behaved very calmly. There was light snow falling in the bamboo forest, and he drew sukiyaki pots for the sparrows to eat.

"Red can fight too!" Cardinal looked up at him, "Let Hong fight!"

The iris-eyed youth smiled.

"You don't need to make a red shot yet, you are a mascot." He seemed to ponder for a while, and then said, "How about this, if the situation gets worse, I will ask you to deliver the letter."

Just as Linnet nodded solemnly, there was a sudden knock on the door, and a hasty sound came from outside.

"Mr. Dazai, please come here for an emergency meeting!"

"Okay, I'll go right away." Osamu Dazai got up, touched the sparrow on the paper with the tip of his pen, and left with a light smile that did not cause any worry.He has always had this expression recently, Que didn't know what he was thinking, the sukiyaki pot in front of him was still steaming.

There was a faint voice.

"Mr. Akutagawa... the medical department... the situation..."

Que was terrified, but soon, he finally received the task of delivering the letter, which lifted his spirits like never before.He vowed that he would work hard to deliver the letter, whether it was the turbulent currents around the world or those ghosts who were staring at him, he was not afraid of anything!

He took a deep look at his creator for the last time, and the wind outside the world gradually pulled him away, he heard the young man with iris eyes say.

"sorry."

"I still want you to go where there is light."

He flew far away like a kite with a broken string, and it took a long time before he flew back with difficulty.

That world is no longer there, like a broken bottle, and the tide of ghosts laughs wildly on the fragments.

Que was stunned, at this moment, he didn't even feel sad, only very unreal dazed.

Like a fake.

He thought so, but the tears flowed out.

【What's this? ] A ghost spotted him with a sarcastic expression, 【This little bit of debris can splatter far enough! 】

【Hahahahaha! 】

The other ghosts laughed, but Que didn't laugh, as Que was full of hatred.

Words shone faintly on his body, and the words he had seen before surfaced in his mind, about today's light snow that has not yet fallen, about the spikes of weeds glistening in the sun, about the pale moon that has faded its light... …

Life is more hell than hell.

Bird thought.

At this time, he is an Asura.

These words and the huge resentment swelling in his chest gave him great strength. When he swallowed the first ghost alive, his appearance had changed-the three-color feathers were no longer there, and the black feathers were all over the body. The rouge-colored pupils also turned completely blood red.

The ghosts sensed the abnormality and wanted to escape, but in front of the furious Yan Que, they had no possibility of escape.

Clean and tidy, Yanque devoured all the ghosts.

Still not satisfied.

There seems to be a big hole in my heart.

He devoured more and more, and the ghosts outside had passed him as the king of ghosts. He didn't know it at all, and after swallowing the power, he would fly back to the original place and feed most of the power back to the small world.

The small world finally rose slowly, and the black-feathered Yanque hid it under its wings.

This time, he will definitely protect this place, his benefactor and creator.

"But things that have been destroyed are destined to be irreversible, just like a re-bonded mirror that still has cracks." The ghost in black stood in front of this huge black-feathered bird, frowning deeply, "You shouldn't Don't know all of this."

Que opened his eyes, and the crusader behind the ghost in black suddenly moved forward nervously, the ghost raised his hand to stop it, and looked at Yan Que with a serious expression.

【So what? 】

"What you are holding is just a western scene."

【So what? 】

"Even if you forcibly gather your benefactor's soul, erase your own existence in that world, and dream that everything is still happy, it still can't change the fact! The world you built is false, and your benefactor is willing to live like this or just leave it at that Gone, have you ever asked him?!"

【…】

"If you live like this, one day you will become a ghost and be punished." The ghost in black said quietly, "Is this what you want?"

Yan Que was enraged, he spread his wings angrily and let out a sharp cry.

[The red will level the bottom of the world! ! ! 】

"……coward."

The conversation broke up unhappily. According to the meaning of the bottom of the world, the elite should be gathered directly to crusade against this ghost king.The opponent has weaknesses, which can be easily broken.

The ghost in black rejected the proposal, and he chose to venture into the inner world.

"Really..." The young man with iris-colored eyes smiled lightly, "It seems that my memory has been modified, and the world I live in is also false. What about me?"

"He is ashamed to see you." Ghost God said, "He thinks that a world without protection and benefactors is his [disqualification]."

"Disqualified sparrow?"

"Yes."

"This idea is strange. Isn't the sparrow just chirping, jumping and jumping every day is enough. Who else would expect the sparrow to go to work? Or like the snail girl, get a sparrow girl out?"

"Don't interrupt." Ghost God frowned slightly at his active thoughts, "Since you have decided to help, I will try my best to find out his name and energy, and wait until the time is right..."

"No, no, I know." The young man interrupted him, and got up after drinking the coffee in the cup.

"I've always wanted...to make a collection of stories. There's Urashima Taro, there's Crackling Mountain, and..."

He lowered his eyes and smiled, without saying the name of the last story.

"It seems that I really didn't want to write this for no reason."

The manuscript paper that was spread out was white and delicate, and in the dimly lit room, the young man with kite-colored eyes stopped writing.From time to time, his gaze would be cast out of the window. Outside the window was a small bamboo forest, and a little snow was falling.

He didn't stop writing until dawn the next day, and when he looked back to check, his eyes stayed on the sparrow's name.

【Azhao】.

wrong.

He picked up the pen and crossed out "Azhao", paused for a second or two, and gently outlined a name.

【red】.

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"...So Hong heard that sentence again, asking Hong to leave."

Large swaths of black feathers climbed upwards, almost completely submerging the original red color. Yan Que covered her face with her hands and burst into tears.

"King Yan Mo promised Hong that the old world cannot be saved, and the fragments of the soul will start again in the new world. There has always been a faint hope in Hong's heart, and one day she will see the benefactor who wrote Hong again, but ..."

The huge flying stone began to rise, and Yan Que wailed on the flying stone.

"Forget everything about red, and I can't even remember the face of my benefactor. The previous useless red finally failed to protect the benefactor and the benefactor's world."

"I... I am the disqualified sparrow! I have been failing and being rescued all the time..."

In a black windbreaker and a dark scarf, the young man who once dressed himself in the world half-knelt down, his hand resting lightly on Yan Que's trembling shoulders.

"Hong, look up and look at me."

Yan Que slowly raised her head, amidst the hazy tears, the outline of the other party became blurred and then clear, and finally it was frozen into a familiar outline.

Yan Que slowly opened her eyes, which had already turned blood-colored.

"Maybe you don't remember me." Osamu Dazai smiled, "But, I remember you, you were once in my writing."

He stretched out his hand to Hong Yanmo, and the windbreaker and scarf bandages fluttered in the gradually violent wind.

"The scenery here is very beautiful, and you will definitely not survive if you jump down."

"...Are you willing to die in love with me?"

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The author has something to say:

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Da Zaijiu: Die for love, die for love, the boss will accompany me to die for love~

I'm finally here. Maybe no one thinks that the title of the book is a huge knife. "Jiujian Disqualification" doesn't just refer to Zai who doesn't work, but also refers to the boss's perception of himself.

The first time I spoiled this knife to my sister, it made her scream and crawl all over the floor. It was so tragic that I shed tears.

...Who told her to pierce me too (smile)

There are a few uses in this chapter:

Today's Little Snow That Hasn't Fallen——Chuya Nakahara's "Among the Dirty Sorrows"

Spikes of Weeds Glittering in the Sun - Kunikida Doppo "Musashino"

The pale moon that has faded its light——Atsushi Nakajima's "Mountain Moon"

Life is more like hell than hell - Akutagawa Ryunosuke "Rashomon"

At this time, he is an Asura——Kenji Miyazawa's "Spring and Asura"