White moonlight is my vest

51-55

Chapter 51

Memories are like a movie, and they begin to play in Dazai Osamu's mind.

As the sun sets, the gentle sunlight shines through the glass onto Tsushima Shuji's face, who is still sitting on the carpet flipping through a book, making his facial features more delicate. Hearing the sound of the door opening, Tsushima Shuji raised his head and smiled widely. If you really look closely, you can easily find some malice in his smile: "Welcome back, brother, you've been gone for a long time."

Tsushima Shuji had just been sent to Tsushima Onuki a few days ago.

Tsushima Shuji didn't like everything about the Tsushima residence, and hated it from the bottom of his heart - including everyone in it, even Tsushima Onuki, whom he had never met since childhood. Tsushima Shuji didn't know why Tsushima Onuki took him in to raise him, and he didn't like it either.

Why?

Tsushima Shuji didn't need anyone to discipline him.

Tsushima Onuki responded. The teenager was still a bit childish, and his face was quite pale due to long-term illness. When he pushed the door in, his straight back didn't relax. Tsushima Onuki turned around and told the servant who was following him, "You go down first." His

voice was filled with fatigue that could not be concealed no matter what.

Tsushima Shuji retracted his gaze, and with a swish, he tore off a page of the ancient book that he treasured in front of Tsushima Onuki. He raised his chin, looked provocative, and simply wrote: What are you going to do with me?

"..." Tsushima Onuki slowly exhaled, walked over, picked up the page of the book on the ground, "Are you reading this book today? Have you finished it?"

Of course Tsushima Shuji had finished it.

This kind of book is a bit too obscure for other children, but it is not difficult for him at all. Tsushima Onuki did not assign any tasks to Tsushima Shuji before he went out, but just asked him to be more casual. Tsushima Shuji accurately picked this book that Tsushima Onuki usually liked to read.

- Then he destroyed it for Tsushima Onuki to see.

"I've finished reading it," Tsushima Shuji blinked unexpectedly before Tsushima Atsuki got angry, "Aren't you angry, brother?"

Tsushima Shuji simply poked through the last layer of paper and told Tsushima Atsuki bluntly that he did it on purpose, wanting to see Tsushima Atsuki angry. Tsushima Shuji stared at Tsushima Atsuki closely, unwilling to let go of any details on him, trying to find evidence that Tsushima Atsuki was angry. His

eyes moved down and fell on Tsushima Atsuki's fingers, and he saw a little bit of scarlet seeping into his nails.

It was not difficult to recognize that it was the color of blood.

Tsushima Shuji's every move was too obvious, and it was difficult for people to pretend not to notice it. But it seemed that Tsushima Atsuki had no intention of hiding himself. Tsushima Atsuki lowered his head and glanced at his fingertips, smiled apologetically, and said lightly: "It will probably take two days to fade away."

... No, is this the point?

Tsushima Shuji was stunned.