Be Dazai's mother

"It's Master Xiuzhi." I heard my small voice resounding in the silent night.

Almost at the moment when I said these syllables, Feitou looked at me fiercely.

With his eyes still closed, with a strange smile, he opened his mouth to reveal his bloody tongue, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Where is that? Where is that? Where is that?"

Feitou read nervously, and rushed towards us!

The conclusion I had just thought that I couldn't run fast because of my neck inconvenience was quickly overturned.Because the flying head was separated from his body neatly, the severed head rushed forward with a sharp laugh.

"Hand over that child!"

I don't know where the bear heart and leopard courage came from. After learning that Fei Touman was looking for Master Xiuzhi, he clenched his fists and shouted: "Who will give it to you!"

The Flying Man was obviously furious, and I paid the price for my impulsiveness. I was bitten off by the Flying Man who flew over in a second. Words dragged into the room.

The moment the door was closed, pieces of talisman papers with strange designs flew towards the door, neatly sealing the seemingly extremely fragile door.

Flying headman was still outside and kept banging on the door.Seeing the blackened mark on the door, I almost paid for my impulsiveness, sweating coldly and couldn't stop panting.

The medicine seller put down the medicine box he was carrying, and said in a relaxed tone: "As soon as the dawn comes, Feitouman will go back. Let's wait here until the dawn."

This...

Even the idea of ​​life and death, I can't help but have some hesitation.If I could, I wouldn't want to do that, but nowadays everyone will gossip when they see lonely men and widows in the same room.

If I can, I just want to live a good life, live a comfortable and ordinary life without attracting attention.I don't want to get a weird reputation for something like this.Seriously, the housekeeper and Miss Mami, who are more conservative at first glance, kicked out of Tsushima's house under the name of "shameless", then I really can't tell clearly.

I glanced at the medicine seller, but I didn't know what he was doing, he was pounding medicine with a pestle.I really admire that he can still make medicine here at this time.

I wandered for a while, gritted my teeth, and thought that at most I would go out as soon as it was dawn when Fei Touman returned.A late death is better than an early death. The boat will go straight when it reaches the bridge, and let's talk about the future.

After thinking it over clearly, my eyes couldn't help being attracted by the strange scale-like thing in the corner. The thing was originally tilted towards the flying head outside, but for some reason, after a pause, it suddenly looked like It moved and wobbled like it was broken.

The drug seller looked at the scale, lowered his eyes and said, "Is that really the case?"

I stared at him blankly, unable to understand his words at all.

But compared to the trivial things I'm thinking about now, I have something more important to ask the drug seller. I asked, "Why is Master Xiuzhi the 'core'?"

The drug seller didn't answer my question, but instead asked me, "Do you want to leave Tsushima's house?"

I was silent.

To be honest, if the Patriarch is found to be a Flying Man, a normal person should choose to run away overnight.

But I couldn't just leave Tsushima's house like this.

Apart from some more complicated problems, such as the strange relationship with Master Shuji, the answer to why I couldn't just leave Tsushima's house is very simple.

It's really hard to live alone these days.

I, who had been homeless before coming to Tsushima’s house, knew this very well, and I’ve been homeless for less than half a year.

At this time, the war had just ended, most people were very poor, and even the high-ranking nobles were bankrupt and died.Now it is winter again, and there are countless people who died of freezing and starvation on the roadside.

During this period of wandering, I managed to survive entirely by relying on the little money Mei left behind, hiding everywhere, and eating a small amount of food.

I don't know where I can go after I leave Tsushima's house. Who would take me in now and let me work there?As for jobs such as accompanying wine girls, it is even more impossible for me to do them.

Just wandering around for a while has made myself like this, I can't imagine what will happen to me if I continue wandering.In addition, although Mei's body is not as beautiful as Sayuri's, it is still a "female".The probability of encountering bad things has increased by more than half.

Reality is scarier than ghosts.I really can't leave easily under such circumstances.

The drug seller didn't comment on my silence, he continued to flip through his medicine box, and suddenly took out a knife from it.

The knife is very strange, it is generally composed of red and gold, and the head of the knife is the appearance of a ghost in the monster guidebook that Mei has turned to before.There are strange red beads and green beads on the scabbard.

"Mr. Medicine Seller! What are you holding in your hand?" I couldn't help shouting looking at the strange sword that made people feel a little frightened for some reason.

"Didn't I tell you that? I'm here to kill monsters." The medicine seller said, "This demon sword is a weapon for killing monsters."

"If you want to pull out the demon sword, you must have the "shape", "truth", and "reason" of a monster." The drug seller looked at me and said, "Tell me about it, your "Master Xiuzhi" .”

I opened my mouth and said, "I'm just a servant who just came here not long ago. How do I know about the young master?"

"Really?" The drug seller looked at me closely, and said in a trembling voice: "But I heard from other maids that the new maid Sachiko has a very good relationship with Master Xiuzhi."

I'm a little surprised.Although the servants like to gossip, they will not tell a man who has just met something about the masters.

Glancing at the handsome face of the drug seller, I felt that I understood something, and said rather self-deprecatingly: "I really don't understand Master Xiuzhi."

No one in the world can claim to fully understand another human being.Even the closest lover, relative or friend cannot know everything about another person.

...What's more, the relationship between me and Master Xiuzhi is only the relationship between the young master and the maid.

"But there is one thing I can guarantee." I looked at the drug seller seriously and said, "Master Xiuzhi is a good boy."

I lowered my eyes, looked at my palm, recalled the temperature of the child's hand, and said: "Stubborn, too serious, a good boy who is struggling."

I don't know what the future holds for him.Maybe one day it will really become the point where you have to hurt others to survive.

If that moment comes, can I let go of that child?

Who knows about the future?I was just praying from the bottom of my heart in this dark night with heavy snowfall, accompanied by the Flying Man who was still banging on the door outside and the weird drug seller beside me.

God, please love that child.Please give him tenderness and love.

The author has something to say: But, Sachiko, there are no gods in this world.

So, it's up to you to love that child.

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And maybe I made a mistake. 2333 Although Sachiko has been nagging Master Xiuzhi for being a good boy, she doesn’t really think that he is a complete blank sheet of paper (gesturing). Rather, she actually noticed Xiuzhi when they met for the first time. The danger and dark side of the young master.But even so, she still felt the deepest softness of Master Xiuzhi through those dangerous and dark shells.

It's unreasonable to love this kind of thing.

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Last night, I was so angry that Sachiko in the manuscript was finally going to take Xiuzhi away. I was so moved (x) and wanted to release it for everyone to see 23333

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Thanks for the time:

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 40 bottles of Yuancheng Orange; 5 bottles of Eleven; 1 bottle of Kuejian;

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