Bungou Stray Dogsthe Snow Stopped Outside the Window

He said, you are a liar. I know. Xiaocang Xiaoyue replied with a wry smile, I know. The crowd was like a warm swamp, and I was slowly sinking. Whether it was meeting Masao Kume, or publishing a short story for the first time in college, whether it was rejecting a teaching position after graduation, or the debate with Ryunosuke Akutagawa in "Bungai Spring"... I know it all. When I saw "myocarditis" on the diagnosis certificate, I felt a sense of joy in my heart: the disease turned the body into a traitor, but I was actually grateful for this betrayal - it gave the "hate the world" a physiological basis, rather than a simple moral gesture. I know that I am false and unreal. But what I hate is not this world, but myself who must rely on this world to exist. This stopped heart, it hated, loved, longed for, rejected - how ridiculous, these contradictions are the only evidence that it beats. "If you allow me," He looked at Koyuki Ogura as if he were a newborn child, his eyes full of prayers that would bring tears to his eyes, "Come to my world! - You in that world have long since died and no longer need to be attached to me - come to my world. For the sake of the world's literature, shine brightly again." The so-called living means learning to breathe again every day on the boundary between love and hate. The snow is still falling. Koyuki Ogura closed her eyes and gave her answer to the world: "I am willing to serve you." . "The light of the lantern is reflected on the river, breaking and reorganizing with the waves, just like a memory. I walked among the crowd carrying a carefully crafted carp lantern, and I felt a strange sense of peace—not a single one of the thousands of lights lit up for me, and not a single voice called my name in the hustle and bustle. What a perfect freedom: to be a radical outsider, to be part of a radical show. "——The beginning of "Spring Festival", Koyuki Ogura . "Xijun picked up the tea cup, and the edge of the porcelain glowed with blood in the setting sun. 'You see,' he said, 'even if everything were to be destroyed tomorrow, we would still need the tea ceremony today. Not because it is meaningful, but because it is meaningless - it is this meaningless behavior that proves that we are still alive. ' The embers in the distance were raised in the wind, like ghosts that refused to disperse. I suddenly wanted to cry, but found that I had forgotten how to cry. "——End of "Picnic on the Ruins", Koyuki Ogura . "It's still snowing. The world outside the window was covered in pure white, as if it had never been harmed. I remembered my mother's final words - 'The snow has stopped'. She was wrong. The snow never stopped, it just continued to fall where we couldn't see it. Just like love. Like hate. "——The final sentence of the posthumous work "The Eyes of Dying" by Koyuki Ogura . The snow fell on the palm of my hand and turned into nothingness in an instant. The beauty of the world is mostly like this - the evidence of its existence lies precisely in its disappearance. Intention: To be able to see the hot sun filling my eyes with tears