Adventurer Nakahara Chuuya risks life and limb for his friend Kajii, venturing alone into Tsushima's haunted house. As it turns out, he really does run into a ghost. Chuuya: Is it too late to call Kajii and tell him I'm out? Ghost Dazai joins forces with adventurer Chuuya to investigate the haunted house. When the lights come on, every secret is laid bare.
Theme: Love and longing may be impossible to remember simply because that person has yet to come into your life.
The other wandering soul reincarnations all followed the rules. I have reason to suspect that Dazai did not line up when he was reincarnated, and escaped Meng Po Soup by the way →_→
The finger bones of two skeletons are intertwined in the basement. Imagine it in depth: it can be guessed that when Chuuya died, Dazai interlocked with his fingers and kept calling "Chuuya" until Chuuya lost his voice. What kind of sadness and despair is that, especially for a sensitive and gentle person like Dazai Osamu. Maybe he cried in despair, tears streaming down his face. Maybe he flipped through Chuuya's diary page by page, feeling happy and painful in the sweetness and sorrow; then he leaned his head on the pillow and stared at the face of the dead Chuuya. He did not eat or drink, and knelt beside his dead lover, never taking his eyes away for a moment, and never leaving his hands for a moment; he murmured love words, told their memories, poured out all his inner thoughts, acted coquettishly and complained from time to time, and directed and acted out the dialogue until He no longer had the strength to speak, until he could no longer open his eyes, until he became unconscious, until his heartbeat stopped, until his body rotted, until he rotted into a white bone, from a new white bone to an old yellowed white bone, he did not let go of his hand. His soul lingers in the house, waiting year after year, decade after decade, century after century.
I recently found a song on Douyin——
"I must have said I loved you hundreds of years ago, but you forgot and I didn't remember either."
This article suddenly reminds me of Dada, and it is particularly appropriate for Shuanghei here. I'm too lazy to write a comment, so I can't help but come here to talk about it. Since I'm here, I might as well write more.
Especially, I particularly like the large writing of this article. Although I can guess the direction and general plot from the beginning, I am still addicted to the text and my heart is racing. The writing is particularly beautiful, and the feelings wrapped in the words are so beautiful and crystal clear.
The conversation about "bitter oranges also have sweetness" in Chapter 7 has a philosophical connotation. What's more, it made my nerves tighten slightly, and it felt vaguely like a foreshadowing. So my heart lifted a little, as if I was holding my breath in anticipation.
I also saw the setting of each part of the house corresponding to the five senses of the earthbound spirit. It was very interesting to see it for the first time. Based on this -
"I'm searching for my memory in the decaying body."
"I'm going to rip out my heart, rip out my brain, I'm going to be young again and die again."
"The unique thing about love is that a person can never, ever refuse to let his lover enter his heart."
"He should have thought that since the door representing the 'brain' opened silently, this door has been open to him."
Also: "As for how I found out that you have recovered your memory,"
"The look in your eyes is wrong. You can no longer distinguish me from him."
Including the series of dialogues that follow, they are as beautiful as poetry. People can't help but whisper these words softly, and the nerves that taste the beauty in their minds tremble. And the emotions they carry surge in the heart, making people feel full and trembling inside.
I feel very happy.
The character of Shuanghei is also well described, without any occ. Many places are described with a sense of imagery, such as the small villa called a haunted house, the red camellia, the white curtains floating in the kitchen window, the carpet in the living room and the shelf where the red wine was placed, a bitter orange, feeding soup to the sick lover under the orange light at night, the two bones entangled in the basement, staring at each other amidst the smoke of the fire and the rumbling of the house... It is like a beautiful picture, vividly vivid in my mind.
At the end of the novel - "The apartment door closed with a click after saying this sentence, like a heavy novel finally closing the last page."
It is their story in that world that closes the last page, and it is also the story in front of us that closes the last page.
A good ending has a long meaning, like leaving a little tail in people's hearts after it ends.
This article is better written than many of the more popular Double Black fanfics I have seen, but I don't know why there are so few comments.
The gods are great, wow one by one
Obviously not abusive, but unknowingly burst into tears
Damn it, my wife obviously writes so well, why is there no one here?
Wait, chuya, this is a crime, right????
Even if it's not double black, the story itself is a very beautiful one. Come on!
?(?????)??? Come on
!!! This article is he, yes, yes!! WwwI'm so panicked (crying)
The other wandering soul reincarnations all followed the rules. I have reason to suspect that Dazai did not line up when he was reincarnated, and escaped Meng Po Soup by the way →_→
The finger bones of two skeletons are intertwined in the basement. Imagine it in depth: it can be guessed that when Chuuya died, Dazai interlocked with his fingers and kept calling "Chuuya" until Chuuya lost his voice. What kind of sadness and despair is that, especially for a sensitive and gentle person like Dazai Osamu. Maybe he cried in despair, tears streaming down his face. Maybe he flipped through Chuuya's diary page by page, feeling happy and painful in the sweetness and sorrow; then he leaned his head on the pillow and stared at the face of the dead Chuuya. He did not eat or drink, and knelt beside his dead lover, never taking his eyes away for a moment, and never leaving his hands for a moment; he murmured love words, told their memories, poured out all his inner thoughts, acted coquettishly and complained from time to time, and directed and acted out the dialogue until He no longer had the strength to speak, until he could no longer open his eyes, until he became unconscious, until his heartbeat stopped, until his body rotted, until he rotted into a white bone, from a new white bone to an old yellowed white bone, he did not let go of his hand. His soul lingers in the house, waiting year after year, decade after decade, century after century.
I recently found a song on Douyin—— "I must have said I loved you hundreds of years ago, but you forgot and I didn't remember either." This article suddenly reminds me of Dada, and it is particularly appropriate for Shuanghei here. I'm too lazy to write a comment, so I can't help but come here to talk about it. Since I'm here, I might as well write more. Especially, I particularly like the large writing of this article. Although I can guess the direction and general plot from the beginning, I am still addicted to the text and my heart is racing. The writing is particularly beautiful, and the feelings wrapped in the words are so beautiful and crystal clear. The conversation about "bitter oranges also have sweetness" in Chapter 7 has a philosophical connotation. What's more, it made my nerves tighten slightly, and it felt vaguely like a foreshadowing. So my heart lifted a little, as if I was holding my breath in anticipation. I also saw the setting of each part of the house corresponding to the five senses of the earthbound spirit. It was very interesting to see it for the first time. Based on this - "I'm searching for my memory in the decaying body." "I'm going to rip out my heart, rip out my brain, I'm going to be young again and die again." "The unique thing about love is that a person can never, ever refuse to let his lover enter his heart." "He should have thought that since the door representing the 'brain' opened silently, this door has been open to him." Also: "As for how I found out that you have recovered your memory," "The look in your eyes is wrong. You can no longer distinguish me from him." Including the series of dialogues that follow, they are as beautiful as poetry. People can't help but whisper these words softly, and the nerves that taste the beauty in their minds tremble. And the emotions they carry surge in the heart, making people feel full and trembling inside. I feel very happy. The character of Shuanghei is also well described, without any occ. Many places are described with a sense of imagery, such as the small villa called a haunted house, the red camellia, the white curtains floating in the kitchen window, the carpet in the living room and the shelf where the red wine was placed, a bitter orange, feeding soup to the sick lover under the orange light at night, the two bones entangled in the basement, staring at each other amidst the smoke of the fire and the rumbling of the house... It is like a beautiful picture, vividly vivid in my mind. At the end of the novel - "The apartment door closed with a click after saying this sentence, like a heavy novel finally closing the last page." It is their story in that world that closes the last page, and it is also the story in front of us that closes the last page. A good ending has a long meaning, like leaving a little tail in people's hearts after it ends. This article is better written than many of the more popular Double Black fanfics I have seen, but I don't know why there are so few comments.
The gods are great, wow one by one Obviously not abusive, but unknowingly burst into tears
Damn it, my wife obviously writes so well, why is there no one here?
Wait, chuya, this is a crime, right????
Even if it's not double black, the story itself is a very beautiful one. Come on!
?(?????)??? Come on
!!! This article is he, yes, yes!! WwwI'm so panicked (crying)
Thumbs up, Chuuya is great!