Chapter 9 Old age-3

-------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------ 20 Reply: [entry]==Miscellaneous selections of Osamu Dazai's works[All content in this post is strictly prohibited to reprint]== "Total trust. She looks so good." He probably was really embarrassed to use the white tea powder bowl, which was put aside a long time ago, and now he uses it from the same shop as ordinary customers Green porcelain tea bowl.He took a sip of crude tea, "She looked at my stubble and asked me how many days it took me to grow so long? I told her solemnly that it only took two days to grow like this, because if you look carefully, even The naked eye can see that the beard is growing, and she really squatted down, opened her eyes as big as a plate, and stared at my chin silently. I was a little surprised. You said it was out of ignorance Believe it, or believe it because you are smart. Let us write a novel on the topic of belief. A believes B. Then C and D and E and F and G and H and many other characters appear one after another, resorting to He tried his best to slander B.——And then——A still believed in B, without any suspicion. Not at all. A was very confident about B. A was a woman, and B was a man. Very boring novel Right, haha." He talked a lot today.I felt that I had to let him know right away that I was simply listening to him without thinking about what he was thinking.

"It seems very interesting. Why don't you write about it?" I spoke in a non-thoughtful tone as much as possible, staring blankly at the bronze statue of Takamori Saigo 39 in front of me.Bachang seemed to be relieved, and smoothly returned to his usual stinky expression. "Unfortunately——I don't know how to write novels. I guess you like ghost stories, don't you?" "Well, I like it very much. I think ghost stories are the things that stimulate my imagination the most." "How about this strange talk?" Baba licked his lower lip. "The so-called ultimate intelligence exists. It is a creepy hell. As long as people glance at it, they will be unable to say anything in the end. Even if they pick up a pen, they can only scribble on the corner of the manuscript paper. I couldn't write a single word of these self-portraits. And so, secretly, the man was planning to write the scariest novel in the world. Planning and planning, and suddenly all the novels in the world were boring. It's really an extremely scary novel. For example, it's not right to wear the hat backwards or forwards, and it's even more strange to just take it off. At this time, how do people decide the best position? This kind of self-awareness The problem of excess unity, this novel can also solve it as if nothing had happened like chess pieces on a chessboard. Solve it as if nothing had happened? Not like this. There is no wind. Sculpted glass. White bones. It is so beautifully solved. No, also No. There are no adjectives, just a simple "solution".Such fiction does exist.It's just that people will gradually become weak and thin from the day they start planning this novel, and in the end they either go crazy or commit suicide, or become dumb.Hardiger must have committed suicide.Cocteau heard that he also went crazy in the end, he only knew how to smoke opium every day, and Valerie was dumb for ten years.For this mere novel, even Japan had several tragic victims for a while.Let me tell you, it's already—”

"Hello, hello." The hoarse voice interrupted the story of the racecourse.I was taken aback, and when I turned around, there was a very small young man in ultramarine blue school uniform standing quietly on the right side of the racecourse. "You are too slow." The horse farm's tone was very dissatisfied. "Hey, this Taisei is Sano Jiro Zaemon. This is Satake Rokuro. The one who draws." Satake and I smiled wryly and nodded slightly to each other.Satake's face has no lines or pores at all, and it feels like a milky white Nomian 40 that has been polished smooth.The pupils can't see the focus, the eyeballs seem to be made of glass, the nose is as cold as fine ivory, and the bridge of the nose is as sharp as a sword.The eyebrows are long and thin like willow leaves, and the thin lips are as red as strawberries.Under that gorgeous face, his limbs were frighteningly poor.The height is not even five feet, and the thin hands remind me of lizard hands.Satake stood and spoke to me in the thin, lifeless voice of an old man.

"I've heard about you from the racecourse. You seem to have encountered a very miserable thing. You can do it too." I was furious, and looked at Satake's glowing white face again.As expressionless as Zhang Box. Maba clicked his tongue loudly. "Hey, Satake, don't tease him. Being able to tease others casually is proof of a bad mood. If you want to scold, scold honestly." "I didn't tease him." He replied quietly, took out a purple handkerchief from his breast pocket, and began to slowly wipe the sweat around his neck. "Ahhhhhhhh" Baba sighed and fell down on the bed 41. "If you don't add oh at the end of the conversation, then you can't speak. Please don't use those endings that look like interjections. I'm getting goosebumps." I feel the same way.

Satake carefully folded the handkerchief and put it back in his breast pocket, and said softly as if it had nothing to do with him, "Are you going to say that my face looks like a urinal again in the next sentence?" The horse farm got up with a rustle, and the voice was a little excited. "I don't want to argue with you here. Anyway, we are talking about a third party, right?" There seems to be something inside that I don't know. Satake smiled with his blue and white teeth like pottery. "It's not my business anymore, is it?" "That's right." Machang looked to the side deliberately, and then yawned a little more deliberately.

"Then I'm going first." Satake whispered, staring at the gold-rimmed watch for a long time, as if thinking about something. "I'm going to Hibiya to listen to Shinhiki 42. Konoe 43 has been doing a lot of business recently, and there are always foreign ladies sitting next to my seat. Recently, I also take pleasure in this." After finishing speaking, He trotted away as lightly as a mouse. "Tsk! Xiaoju, bring me a beer. Your handsome guy is back. Sano Jiro, don't you want to drink? I really found a boring guy to come in. That guy is a jellyfish. If I quarrel with him, it must be me instead Lose. He didn't have to resist at all, he was able to stick my fist to death." He suddenly lowered his voice seriously, "That guy just held Xiaoju's hand without caring. That kind of man must be able to easily Get someone else's wife. But I doubt whether he is impotent. Forget it, he and I are only relatives in name, absolutely no blood relationship. —— I don't want to argue with him in front of Xiaoju. I hate talking to other people ——You know, just thinking about how high Satake's self-esteem is makes me shudder." Holding his beer glass, he sighed deeply. "However, it's only his paintings that I really have to agree with."

I stared blankly at the crowds on Ueno Boulevard gradually darkening, and were illuminated by various lights.The soliloquy of the horse farm fell into the boring sentimentality thousands of miles away. "Tokyo..." In the sentimentality of such a single sentence. Five or six days after that, I saw in the newspaper that Ueno Zoo had newly bought a pair of tapir 44 couples, and suddenly I wanted to see it very much. Satake sat on the bench next to the large semicircular cage of the waterfowl, holding a sketchbook and not knowing what he was drawing.I had no choice but to walk up to him and pat him on the shoulder lightly.

"Ah," he snorted slightly, slowly twisting his neck towards me. "It's you, you startled me. Sit here. I'm rushing to finish this job right now. Wait a minute, I have something to tell you." His tone was surprisingly cold, and he picked up his pencil again Start sketching.I stood behind him not knowing what to do, hesitated for a while, and finally decided to sit down, peeking at Satake's sketchbook from the side.Satake seemed to notice it right away. "I'm drawing gannet 45," he whispered to me, drawing the shape of the gannet neatly with horribly messy lines. "Someone wants me to paint, no matter how many pieces he will buy from me for about 20 yuan a piece." He smiled smugly. "I don't like to brag like a racecourse. Have you heard about the Lunar 46 of the Deserted City?"

"Moon in the Barren City?" I was a little confused. "That's not it yet." He drew a gannet on the back of the paper on the corner of the paper, "The horse farm used to use the anonymous name of Taki Rentaro 47 to compose the song of Deserted City Moon, and then sold all the rights for 3,000 yen I gave Yamada Koza 48." "Is that the famous song "Moon in the Deserted City?" My chest burst into excitement. "It's deceiving." A gust of wind made the pages of the sketchbook flap and dance, revealing the design sketches of naked women and flowers. "The racecourse is famous for bragging, and its skills are superb. Everyone will be fooled by him from the beginning. Have you heard about Joseph Sigti?"

"I've heard that." I felt very sad. "What's the article with the chorus?" With a helpless expression on his face, he closed the sketchbook with a snap. "I've been waiting for a long time. Let's take a walk, I have something to say to you." Don't look at the tapir couple today.I'll just listen to what this Satake, who seems to me even weirder than a tapir, has to say.After passing the big iron cage of the waterfowl, the water tank of the fur seals, and the cage of the red bear that was as huge as the hill, Satake spoke.It was the tone of an endorsement that had been read several times before. If written into an article, it should be a very passionate article, but he just read it fluently in his usual hoarse and gloomy bass. That's all.

"He is not good at the horse farm. How can there be a musician who does not understand music? I have never heard him talk about music, nor have I seen him take a violin. Compose? I don't know if he can understand little tadpole 49 Well. The horse farm family is always crying because of him, and everyone is not sure whether he has entered the music school. Before, he also wanted to be a novelist, and he worked hard for a while. It is said that the book is very good. Too much, and nothing can be written in the end. This is so stupid. He is not ashamed to hear the word self-consciousness again for a while, and he talks about it everywhere he goes and people. I don't know how to use more difficult words, but the so-called excess self-awareness, for example, there are hundreds of female students lined up on both sides of the road, and I walk there by accident, and a person is passing that section of the road indifferently , every movement and gesture suddenly became clumsy. I didn’t know where to place my eyes and the angle of my neck. I became flustered for no reason. I think that refers to this kind of mentality. But if it’s really like this , That is really a pain in waves. Of course, it is impossible to brag and play with lips and tongues like a horse farm all day long--and he would get so carried away that he came up with a magazine, don't you think it's too strange! Pirates. What kind of sea Thief. He really does. Let me tell you, if you trust the horse farm too much, you will regret it in the future. I can clearly predict this to you. My prediction is very accurate.”