In his previous life, He Lianchuan honored Shu's request and followed everyone around day after day, trying to make friends. But with his aura that made everyone hate him, he was met with nothing but disgust.
At last, he died unexpectedly at the age of twenty.
In this life, all he wants is a quiet existence, but he is forced by circumstances to join the Armed Detective Agency.
According to the person in question, he regrets it terribly.
Thanks to everyone for helping him recall his memories of pretending to be cheerful in his past life.
Theme: Stay positive, don't wallow in despair
Although Ogawa doesn't care, the memories (last week) are really suffocating (hurry up and take a few breaths of oxygen). Although everyone in this week's show has a very kind attitude (currently, apart from bandages and wasting machines, they are probably still skeptical), but in comparison, it is very creepy (it's almost the Ghost Festival, hug yourself (/(°∞°)))
If I were like Lian Chuan, I probably would have committed suicide within a few chapters, it was so suffocating. Touch Sichuan treasure
I probably will never be able to be like Lian Chuan. I am selfish and pessimistic. People like me will probably choose to commit suicide when people in this world are disgusted me again and again. If I had the ability, I might even destroy the world. Being hated by the whole world is really unbearable.
One day, someone asked me: "How would you feel if your wife didn't love you?" "It's like water losing its fish." "Isn't it a fish out of water? It seems that your wife is not that important to you." "It's like water losing its fish. The water is still the same, but it has become calmer and clearer. When the sun shines down, you can clearly see the illuminated stones on the bottom of the water. However, there is no more water flow when the fish swims in the water. On a sunny day, there is no longer a shadow of the fish. It becomes a little different. Then it hit a drought. At the end of his life, he thought about the days when there were fish. There was once a fish swimming happily in the water, stirring its heart. " "What happens next?" "Later? A pool of water dried up and turned into a puddle. Travelers passing by used it to quench their thirst, but were surprised to find that the pool of water had a light salty taste. Only water knew that this was his longing for someone."? The clouds and moon in the sky, the white waves entering the sea, the breath of this world floats into my dreams, the wind holds up the Milky Way, connecting this place to the other side, and there are countless nights of starry sky. If I haven't dreamed yet, please don't wake me. In this summer, it rained in my city, the moss marks on the steps were green, and the grass was green on the curtains. From then on, the sound of the night became the sound of rain, and I talked softly or passionately. I curled up and stretched out at the same time, letting out one ear to listen, listening to the chirping of cicadas on the branches and the fragrance of the season. Maybe when I open my eyes again, clouds have covered the entire day, but I won't tell the night sky that my heart has also quietly pattered through the water, and is now clear. I am a very sensitive voice-activated light. As long as my sister talks to me, no matter how quiet she is, I will shine happily w Madam, there's no wine in your dimples, but I'm as drunk as a dog. From now on, I will seal my heart and love, except for 1.80 Meters () What is love? This is a question that has troubled me for a long time. One day I tried to describe love, and I thought the most intuitive way was to draw it. The first painting I drew was a love heart formed unintentionally when the dotted lines overlapped infinitely. Is this love? This is romance. The second painting I painted was of a young couple sharing a bed and pillow. I tried my best to describe this painting with a cute painting style and warm colors, but is this love? This is happiness. The third painting I painted is a picture of a man letting his beloved's head be chopped off and placed on a shelf for viewing. But is this love? This is the desire to possess//have//. The fourth painting I drew is of an old man standing on the bridge under the sunset, holding up a yellowed envelope. The shadow outlines her figure when she was young. So is it love this time? This is missing. I am confused, what is love? Romance, happiness, possession, and longing all seem to belong to the category of love, so is there no image that can directly express love? It can directly express pure, original and complex love. "Have you ever loved?" I asked myself, "Have you ever experienced love? Have you ever experienced love?" Maybe it's because I haven't loved that I can't describe the feeling of love. But today, after reading my wife's article, I had a strange feeling - I am in love.
Hahahaha, "It's too safe to go shopping alone, how about bringing this Dazai?" Hahahaha, this is the first time I have seen this joke in a novel. I have seen it as an emoticon before.
To be honest, Chuuya is so enthusiastic that it scares me (well, he is willing to take care of others for a week, so he is my little angel~)
The reason why he doesn't look sharp is entirely because Lianchuan doesn't care. (Suffocation-JPG.)
It's all ok, come on!
Ah, this Dazai is so cute! Much cuter than when I got along with He Qianchuan!! (Crazy hint)
(?ω?) Ogawa is really miserable, last week. If I was inexplicably rejected by everyone, even small animals, I really wouldn't be able to survive. It would be unforgettable and even my heart would be in terrible pain (crying loudly)