[Ghost Slayer: Blade] Is it my fault for group wear?

328.

I met a dying girl in an alley.

To say she was dying might be an exaggeration, because she was rescued in the end and was fine—but I didn't know much about that at the time.I just fell off a wall more than three meters high and tripped over the steps below. Fortunately, I didn’t hit my head on the ground, but I knocked hard on the ground. I must have sprained my back and ankle. There should be no bleeding, but there was a bruise chunks.

The ankles can be covered with trousers, I can’t see behind them, but I can secretly ask the family doctor for some medicine when I go back, and just ask him not to tell my father.

I was thinking this way, while getting up from the ground, I was thankful that my head didn’t touch the ground——the injury on the head was too difficult to cover up, and it was too troublesome to explain to my father. Meaningful things are good.I slowly stood up straight from the ground, brushed off the dirt on my body, and limped forward while supporting the wall.

This alley is very deep, and I have never found out where the main entrance is. I can only find a shortcut from the other side and climb over the wall.I don’t know if all retired experts like to live in such a place where the clouds and mist go around. Anyway, I searched back and forth three times. The first time I couldn’t find a place at all. The door has been closed (the owner of this store heard that opening the door depends on the mood), I passed by it as if it were an ordinary house, and turned back several times before I saw the label hanging on the glass window, so I had to write down the location first.

This is the third time.

Today was really unlucky and I suspect I'll have to come a fourth time.It was already late after school today, and the head teacher trained me for 15 minutes before letting me go, and I was delayed for 5 minutes on the road. I thought the driver in the traffic jam couldn’t come in, so I got out of the car and ran, jumped, and fell a few times before I reached the end. Inside the alley where this shop is located.

And on a certain step in the alley, the girl sitting on the ground bent over and clenched her chest was trembling and gasping for breath.

Miss Butterfly.I recognized her at a glance, and at the same time remembered everything about her in my memory.Suffering from heart disease since childhood, the family runs a small-scale business, and cooperates with my family. We met each other from a distance at previous banquets and dinners. She is a gentle, generous and popular woman.I didn't have any intersection with me when I was young, but unexpectedly I went to the same school from childhood to adulthood.

By the way, she seems to be my mother's patient too... Wait, did she glance at me just now?

I watched her silently, stopped the footsteps that I planned to ignore Lu, and turned on my mobile phone to search how long it would take to die from a heart attack... Ah, it seems that there is no fixed time.She should leave school 15 minutes earlier than me. It is 10 minutes from school to be conservative.Then the time of her onset should be within this time period.

I walked a few steps towards her, knelt down and asked her: "You should have medicine with you, have you taken it?"

She didn't respond, there were fine beads of sweat on her forehead, her temple hair stuck to her cheeks, and her hands were shaking in pain, like the illusion of looking up at me just now.But it shouldn't be, she has already seen my face, so I cooperated and continued to lower my body, look into her eyes, and repeated my question.

"...Mmm." After a while, she blinked and gave me a hard smile, "It's Purgatory... Good afternoon."

"Hi, Miss Butterfly." I was honestly surprised she knew me, but now is not the time to think about it.I nodded with her and repeated, "Did you take any medicine with you? Have you taken any medicine?"

"No...I left in a hurry today," she coughed a few times, her whole face showing a terrifying paleness, "You are also here to buy pastries...? But you came late, I've already got the last box of pastries that are limited to today."

I looked at the familiar logo on that box indifferently, and replayed the phrase "the last box, the last box" in my heart... To be honest, for a moment, I really wanted to knock someone out and snatch the pastry and slip away.But if I leave now, one is that she remembers my face, which may have an impact on the business cooperation between the two of us, and the other is that I just leave her here. If she is gone, there are often no one here. , I finally found it on my head, and it was very troublesome to solve.

"Let me call an ambulance for you." I quickly made up my mind, "In exchange, you give me this box of pastries."

She was no longer making a sound, and lowered her head slowly.I took her assent, checked her pulse with one hand to make sure she was still there, and called a car with the other.Sure enough, the ambulance couldn't come in, so I reported to the nearest street and bent down to pick him up.She was so light, I was bouncing up and down and it was as easy as hugging a puppet.

My ankle and back were still hurting, and I really didn't dare to climb over the wall with someone else, otherwise I would fall and fall twice, and it would be really difficult for me to get up a second time.Fortunately, I was very lucky this time. After searching next to the wall, I found the main entrance hidden behind layers of ivy.I took him out to the car, talked to the driver again, and followed the ambulance to the hospital.

329.

Disinfectant, blood, the mixture is cold and sad.I used to come with my mother every time, but I didn't expect to have the opportunity to come with other people.The eldest lady was out of danger, and fell asleep quietly in the whiteness of the bed, not knowing when she would wake up.I took her schoolbag and pastries, sat by her bed and waited for her to wake up, and sent a message to my father to tell her about the situation here. Her family should know the news soon, and then come over.

If I really want to say it, it's not impossible for me to leave now. I paid for all the medical expenses for her, and I also asked the nurse to help her take care of her until she woke up. After all, I can't find fault.But I am still worried, she and my mother are friends, I can see her occasionally in my mother's room (but I usually keep quiet when she is there), in case she talks too much and mentions my mother to my mother No, it means that all my previous efforts have been in vain.

Ah... so troublesome, if I had known earlier, I would not have rushed to buy it today.

I complained plainly in my heart, and took out the handkerchief I started yesterday from my bag. Only half of the red flowers were embroidered on the handkerchief, and I only embroidered the upper half of the petals. half of the blood.

red carnations.I wish you peace and longevity, I wish you health.my mother.

"... Purgatory?"

When I was embroidering the last leaf, she woke up and called me softly.I was slightly taken aback, my hand didn't pay attention, and the needle pierced through the cloth and pricked it. Fortunately, I let go of my fingers quickly, and the only remaining blood was stained on the edge of the petals.

"Ah." She was also startled by me, "I'm sorry... are you okay?"

"It's okay." I smiled habitually, and for some reason, I turned over the handkerchief and showed it to her, "It didn't get on any other clean places, I'll mend the petals later, the smell is also very weak , shouldn't be visible."

"I'm asking about the hands, Purgatory." She seemed to smile helplessly, "Do you want to wash it with water?"

I shook my head: "The blood will stop soon, don't worry about me."

This topic ended here, I thought we could end the conversation quickly, I took the pastry and left, she gave me back the money I advanced, and then I can get the money at her house and walk away, no need to call again You come to me To the courteous.But this young lady is obviously very interested and wants to chat with me for a while.Her words were gentle and sincere, and for a while I couldn't find a reason to take advantage of the loophole to say goodbye.

"I met you at your house before, but I haven't greeted you formally." She said, "Hello, Purgatory. You went there today to buy that old gentleman's pastries, right? I remember Madam likes to eat, Did you buy it for her too?"

She really likes to eat.I remembered the clean dish she ate last week.My mother has been weak and sick since she was a child, and she is also very picky eater. She rarely has food that can be eaten up, and there are few things she likes.I took the time to ask her servants one by one, and looked through the photo album for a long time in the study, only to find that she likes handkerchiefs——Afterwards, I practiced embroidery intermittently, and then embroidered many kinds of flowers Give it to her, she is finally willing to accept what I send, I am very happy.

Just because of this clear message, I think I don't need medical expenses, so I decided to hurry up and leave after this wave.

Before leaving, she called me: "Purgatory...can we be friends?"

"Of course." I smiled falsely, "We've been friends for a long time."

330.

To be honest, I kind of regret it.

If I had known that she was a character who would take everything seriously, I should have rejected her in the first place.

I looked at the girl who was chatting happily with her mother, and sat silently on the other side of the bed curtain.My mother was always quiet, but she liked girls very much and talked to them.Sometimes my mother and I don't say a word to each other for a month, I look at her quietly, and she looks out of the window silently.This has been the case since I was a child, and I was always the one waiting for her to speak.

I think she hates my face which is very similar to my father, and put it on me together with my father's dislike. I can't speak, I can't be liked, and no one taught me what to do.My father only asked me to have excellent grades and not cause trouble or trouble, but my mother never asked for anything.As long as I can remember, I have been visiting her from time to time, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her quietly.Mother's eyes still rarely fell on me, she just turned her head to look at the window on the other side and the blue sky and white clouds outside the window.

But Butterfly Chanae obviously got along well with my mother, they laughed softly and talked about interesting things that happened recently.My mother was obviously in a good mood. She narrowed her eyes slightly and smiled. My gaze shifted from her face to the window. The golden sunlight shone through the gaps between the interlaced and overlapping branches and leaves of the brown wood. Through it, I could see the blue sky.

It's a very nice day.

Thinking this way, I just heard Butterfly Kanae saying goodbye, so I got up and prepared to send her out.Before leaving, she seemed to smile unintentionally and said: "By the way, madam, I met Purgatory a few days ago and chatted with him. We are friends now."

"...Mmm." To my surprise, my mother picked up the conversation, turned her head and gave me a short smile, "Good boy, you have to get along well."

I immediately felt that I might not regret it so much.

331.

"Purgatory."

"Ok?"

"The relationship between you and your wife... isn't it good?"

"...Is that how you see it?" I find it strange that no one has ever told me what it's like to see our relationship in the third person, "Maybe. My mother didn't like it very much since I was a child Me, I haven't seen me much... But it doesn't matter. I like her enough."

"Really." She covered her mouth and smiled slyly, "Purgatory, don't you really know what she's looking at?"

She is really interesting.I really want to laugh a little bit.It may be the child's natural dependence on the mother. I liked my mother from the first time I saw her. It seems to add all the ruthless and ungrateful parts of other aspects to this part.I thought at the time that it was a pity that my father didn't like her. If I had such a wife, she would be dissatisfied if she wanted the stars in the sky. good?

I have begged her for nearly ten years.Am I not bored?Am I not feeling tired?Instead of seeing her obvious resistance to me, I wondered if it would be better for me to leave her alone and leave her alone?Don't I know this?

I actually laughed out loud, realizing it in the somewhat startled look on her face.I literally laughed out loud.

But she is looking at me.The direction she was looking at was me, and the reflection in the window was exactly where I was.

She definitely likes me.She definitely loves me.

It is precisely because of this that I always hope that she will come back to see me and talk to me.Why look at the reflection in the glass?I'm right here, come and see me, no matter what you have to say to me, I will be happy to pick it up.

"...That's right." She looked at me and softened her expression slightly, "It seems that you are very happy. Madam loves you very much, and you also respect and love Madam. It's really great."

332.

After that, she often came to see me. I was not sure about the location of my friend, so she dragged me to various places to play, go shopping (I mainly followed behind to carry things), pet cats and dogs.Anyway, I'm going to get tired of me soon...that's what I thought.After all, people like me who don't think much about others (I don't really think about it myself), and who don't have much mood swings no matter what they do, can easily make people bored.

But she managed to hold on.You have already seen through my true nature long ago, so why spend useless time on me.

I was really puzzled, so one day I finally asked her.

"Why...why why?" She didn't quite understand, and laughed, "How can the time spent with friends be called a waste of time? I am also very happy."

"Really?" I looked at her quietly, "I don't understand. No matter how nice you are to me, I won't have extra affection for anything. You are a good person, but I am not, and I didn't want to save you from the very beginning. your."

"Hey, you obviously like Madam very much."

"That's my mother. Of course I like her."

"I'm your friend too! I'm the only one, right?"

"………right."

"So no matter what, the first one, or the only one, has its own peculiarities, right? Although I really want to help you change your external image...but you can take your time! Purgatory is a very good person Ah, even if you talk about trouble, you still saved me, didn’t you?”

"That's because you've already seen my face, and I'll be troubled if you leave... Tsk, why should I tell you this." I caught a key point, "You want to change me?... ...why change?"

"Of course it's to make you more likable!"

"I do not need."

"But what if Madam thinks so?" She quickly poked my nail, "Look, I'm very likable, right? Madam likes me very much. Purgatory, do you want to consider my character? Woolen cloth?"

Thinking about it this way, it seems that there is really no way to refute it...

"Come and try, it won't hurt if you try." She continued to encourage me, "How about being a gentle person? Anyway, you don't care about purgatory, so how about trying the good side? "

"…………it is good."

What a strange person.I thought.

But not annoying.

333.

In the spring of the next few years, my mother died of illness.

I'm not too surprised. To be honest, every day I get along with her, I worry that she will not wake up. It's good to be able to persevere now.Now is the ninth year that the president and I have known each other, and the third year that we have been friends. I embroidered all the flowers with good meanings on the set of flower language encyclopedia that I dug out from the bookcase and gave it to her.

And a few days before she passed away, she was finally willing to look back at me.We stared at each other for a long time, and she couldn't help laughing as she looked at my slightly widened eyes from shock.

"Long time no see, Purgatory." Said the beautiful and gentle woman, "You've grown up so much... Looking at it this way, it's much more real."

I spoke to her in a hoarse voice.I have imagined this scene many times, and I have already prepared a paper full of topics that can be discussed. If one doesn’t work, we can switch to the other. If it doesn’t work, I just smile at each other in silence, and I feel so happy that I am about to die.Because I just like her, I just like to stay with her, if I can always see this kind of smile for me, I really have no other extravagant wishes.

My mother really liked me.She chatted with me gently and praised me for my good grades. From dark to dawn, every time I felt thirsty, she would calmly pour water for me and wait for me to continue chatting with her. It's like wanting to make up for the share of a lifetime and the love of a lifetime.

I knew then that she might not live long.

I had to go to school the next day, otherwise I would not be able to explain to my father.I dragged on for a while, said goodbye to her in a hurry, and was about to go downstairs to make a cup of coffee and then rush to school, but my wrist was pulled with a slight force.

I stopped obediently, squatted down again and looked back at her.

"You know I'm going to die, don't you?" she said quietly but firmly, "You know I'm going to die."

I watched her peacefully and reached out to pour her tea.The porcelain with blue and white intertwined patterns was as cold as ice. My hands trembled slightly, and I made warm fruit tea for her naturally, and placed it on the coffee table in front of the bed.

"Purgatory, just smile."

The woman stretched out her pale and cold hand towards me. She was so haggard that it was trembling.I held her hands in both hands and pressed them against my face, looking up at her.

"I don't understand," I replied, "I don't feel the 'joy' right now, and I'm tired of laughing. "

She forced a smile again, but shed tears unconsciously: "So... what about sadness? Do you feel sadness?"

"No, mother. It's just a tightness in my chest. I'll take a few deep breaths later."

"...Lie, you obviously look sad."

I still didn't quite understand, so I just rubbed her hand.

She coughed a few times gently, and the tears never stopped.I took a handkerchief and wiped it for her, but when the handkerchief was mostly wet, she still didn't stop crying.

"Don't be sad, mother." I tried to cheer her up. "I read your medical records before. The doctor said that you can live for a week at most. If you dry your tears now, your eyes will hurt."

"Purgatory...do you know what death means?"

"I know, mother. You will grow cold and put in a coffin and buried in the ground, but your soul will rise to the sky and become a star." I continued to try to comfort her, "Maybe I am also Die soon, and then you'll see me again."

"...How did you talk? Is there anyone else who cursed himself to death like that?" She sighed softly, "I'm not sorry for myself, I'm sorry for you, my child."

"Why? I am very healthy. I was checked by a doctor only a few years ago. Do you want to see my medical report?"

"I know you're healthy, Purgatory." She stroked my hair with her fingers, "Promise me that at my funeral, even if you don't feel sad, you will cry, okay?"

"I don't know."

"You don't need to understand, promise me, or your father will be angry."

"...Then, I know."

I actually lied.I know I should cry, but even if I don't cry, others will naturally understand it as a huge shock and a moment of grief that cannot be relieved, so this is not a big problem.

I just wanted to spend as much time with her as possible.I want to tell her that I am not very good at imitating the expression of feelings, please stay and teach me more.I have already made a very good friend, she is the girl you also like, we have gone to many places to play, maybe the three of us can go together when you are in good health.

But I ended up saying nothing.After saying goodbye to her, I got dressed and went back to my room, took a cold shower for more than an hour, then changed my clothes and went back to bed and fell asleep.By the time I regained consciousness in the late afternoon, my only friend sat by my bed and showed me the thermometer that read 39.5 degrees.

"Is something wrong, Purgatory?" she asked worriedly. "You look terrible."

"………fine."

I answered her drowsily.

"...There is nothing important anymore."

334.

After my mother died of illness, I found Butterfly Kanae in the corner of the funeral.Her eyes were almost swollen from crying, and she kept wiping away her tears with her hands.I handed her the paper I had with me and sat down next to her, trying not to think about the embroidered handkerchief I saw in the trash can.

"Purgatory." After she finally regained her composure, she started chatting with me about irrelevant topics, "Should we go to the same university?"

"it is good."

"Then, why don't you join the club I founded?"

"………it is good."