Congratulations to the king of the net for capturing a genius

更新时间2015-9-1522：17：41字数：3080

"...Matsumoto, Matsumoto..." When Matsumoto finally let go of the grass blade, the grass blade looked at him with wide eyes in shock.The boy in front of him was flushed from the long kiss, his lips were moist, but his eyes had a feeling of sadness.Cao Jian was taken aback by the look in his eyes, his worry overwhelmed his surprise and surprise, he pressed his shoulder and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

"...My mother said that my father told me about a marriage..." Matsumoto said in a suppressed voice.

"Marriage? So, so..." Cao Jian was a little at a loss—he would have a wife, the most important person in his life, no, even a few people—there would be children...should , It should be a good thing, but why...just thinking that there will be someone who is closer and more important than him beside him...my heart is so sore?

Cao Jian put one hand on his heart in confusion.The kiss just now was too sudden and hasty, the soft and moist feeling was covered by the shock, and he didn't have time to savor it carefully. At this time, he slowly realized that he didn't hate it, he felt it was natural, and even... like……

Then...then...

In Cao Jian's messy thoughts, Matsumoto hugged him, and his voice was stepped into his shoulders, muffled: "I don't want to marry a wife and have children, I don't want to be with a woman I don't know, and I don't want to know what she is like. , even if it's beautiful and gentle, I don't want it... Qiushui, what I want, what I want...you are the only one! I didn't understand my feelings for you before, but whether you hate Qiushui or not Will it feel disgusting...I still want to say, what I treat you is not friendship, brotherhood...but...but I want to be with you for the rest of my life, and live with you most intimately The kind of... Qiushui..."

Cao Jian listened to his sad voice, and slowly embraced him in silence.

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"... On that day we understood each other's feelings, and we were both happy and sad. Being in love with each other is the most beautiful thing, but there is a big mountain of marriage contract on the top of our heads, and that era is not as diverse as it is now. Kansai Bian is even more conservative..." The old man Matsumoto sat on the stool and slowly told the story of himself and Cao Jian in an old and hoarse voice, "We said that we would not betray each other and face everything together, but we knew it in our hearts. , this kind of relationship, unless all contact with relatives is cut off, otherwise it will inevitably face obstruction and criticism... He is already alone, but I have parents, relatives and friends, and I have the mission of inheriting the family's craftsmanship..."

Matsumoto found all kinds of reasons to try to dissolve the engagement, and tried every means to delay it. He barely managed to delay it for a year, but in the end it aroused the suspicion of his mother and his father who came back home in Kyoto.

"That day..." The old man's cloudy eyes became empty and distant, "I still remember it clearly... It was winter, wet and cold, with thin snowflakes that fluttered down from the sky. When it falls on the ground, it melts and cannot accumulate, but the weather is very cold, very cold..."

The 22-year-old Matsumoto is already a handsome young man with a clean and gentle face. Although his figure is still a bit thin, he is no longer the weak boy he was when he was a teenager. He is also an outstanding man who can make girls blush. .

He stepped on the wet bluestone slabs that day wearing clogs, the air was cold and cold, and it was inhaled into the nasal cavity and lungs, causing his nose to hurt from the cold.He withdrew his hands, clutching the sleeves with his slender but bluish-frozen fingers, trying to warm them up, but his fingers were only so stiff that he could barely feel them.The branches of still green trees and shrubs are crystal clear with drops of snow falling.There are also some unmelted snow flakes, small and thin, lying on the leaves that have not withered.The whole mountain is silent and humid, like a young girl who fell into the water and finally climbed out, the greenery has not faded, and the cold breath has already swept across.

The young man stepped on hundreds of stone slabs, crossed the long uninhabited mountain road, and arrived at the small tea house and small house on the mountainside.With fingers bent, he tapped on the door door lightly. After knocking softly, the door opened, and a tall and handsome young man walked out inside. He was slightly longer than him, tall and handsome, with a pair of eyes that were as warm and clear as a lake in spring. With a faint smile.

"Qiu Shui." Matsumoto showed a big smile, and exchanged a tight hug with his lover, followed by a lingering kiss.

The actions of the two of them were all standing on the open field outside the tea room of Cao Jian's house.Because this is a private area belonging to grass cuttings, no outsiders will come - even, given the remoteness of this place and the fact that it has snowed again today, no one will even pass by.

——However, they made a mistake.

When his mother was crying and pulled his sleeves away, Matsumoto was trembling slightly.He never thought that his mother would quietly follow behind him, followed him until he arrived at the small courtyard of the grass, and saw them hugging and kissing...

"...My God Amaterasu, Jue Ming, do you know what you are doing?" The mother's eyes were red, tears of sorrow flowed, her whole body was stretched like a bow that was about to break, and her body was as tight as his. trembling.If it wasn't because of her consistent upbringing, Matsumoto felt that she was about to scream out of collapse, but she just leaned against the wall, trembling, with tears in her eyes, and stubbornly pulled his sleeve, not letting him take a step away from her .

She didn't glance at the straw, as if it was just an insignificant person.

She only has her own son in her eyes, the son who is disobedient, who has gone the wrong way, and who is temporarily confused.

"...Mom, mom...don't be like this..." Matsumoto could only murmur and repeat, his voice full of pleading and sadness.He didn't dare to look at the shovels, but he knew that he was standing five steps away from them, unable to advance or retreat, and dared not move, embarrassing and ignored.

His mother held him with one hand and covered his face with the other and cried for a long time, then she calmed down slowly, her voice was completely hoarse: "Jaeming, go back with mom, don't come back again, I won't tell your father...marry that girl , she is very beautiful, has a good temperament, can arrange flowers and tea ceremony... Cassia..."

He looked at his mother, dumbfounded.Mothers are powerful.She has always been such a gentle and virtuous Japanese woman, but she also inherited the tenacity of an oriental woman in her bones, like a reed that can survive the ravages of a storm.Even if it seemed to her like a bolt from the blue, she quickly made a judgment and decision after tears, her beautiful head was slightly raised, and she stared at her son, her completely swollen eyes looked at him sadly. Looking at him, just waiting for his answer.

...but he was doomed to disappoint her.

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"I told my mother... that I would only like the grass cutter...she cried again and dragged me towards the house. I waved the grass cutter hurriedly, told him not to worry, and was dragged away. I never thought that that would be the last time I saw him." The old man looked out of the window, at this time the sun was shining brightly, as if it could evaporate all the sorrow, filth, suffering and darkness in the world.

"My mother couldn't persuade me, and finally told my father. He was furious, and hit me with a stick with a thick wrist." Matsumoto showed a confused expression that was close to a smile, but only slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, "Hey , you see—"

He turned his back and lifted the hem of his jacket. There was a two-inch-long scar on the back of his waist, flesh pink, like a twisted earthworm.

"I was beaten to a broken bone, and there were many other wounds, large and small. After the operation, I was carried home, lying on the bed unable to move. My mother was crying every day, and my father was always angry, scolding me for losing my life." The faces of the family members..." His expression became dazed, crying and laughing, with the pain and sadness after the vicissitudes of the world, "Then one day my father stopped scolding suddenly, I thought he had finally calmed down, but I didn't I thought, I didn't expect..."

When he was finally able to get out of bed and his injury was almost healed, he would immediately go to see the grass cutter.His mother and father tried their best to stop him, but he didn't think much about it. He just thought it was because they didn't want him to get mixed up with the grass, so they stopped him and wouldn't let him go.

When he finally found a time for his parents to relax, he ran out of the house, ran to the mountains, and found the familiar little house...

"...I knocked and knocked, but no one came out to answer the door... Then I saw the white flowers on the door... How could I believe it, I couldn't believe it. So I was there like crazy I looked for it and called 'Qiu Shui, Qiu Shui!', but no one responded... until a passer-by couldn't stand it and knew the inside story, he stopped me and said that the young man who lived there was discovered a month ago Floating in a lake not far away...When I picked it up...At that time...It was swollen...The man told me...Tell me...a middle-aged man came to find this young man before that , talked to him for a while, and then both of them became emotional, and the middle-aged man slapped the young man angrily. Everyone around stopped him, including the person who was talking to me. He slapped the young man Tell me about the matter, "Oh, that middle-aged man scolded very harshly and was very unpleasant. He said that he was poor and short-sighted, seduced men, and didn't learn well... It was awkward for us to listen to, and the young man suffered. He didn't even fight back, his face flushed and he just said that I was sincere, uncle, don't be angry. The middle-aged man couldn't help sneering when we stopped him, and finally said, give up, I haven't seen him for so long and haven't come to you It was already arranged by us to marry a wife. Then the young man's complexion suddenly turned gray, it looked like he had lost his soul, it was really pitiful...'."

When Matsumoto said this, he suddenly stopped talking, and looked out of the window with cloudy and blank eyes.

The sun outside the window is very big, very big, exactly the same as it was many years ago.