I inherited the legacy of the crumb boss

The ancient capital, Heian-kyo.

In midsummer, the cicadas chirped continuously, and the air gradually warming up under the scorching sun penetrated through the cracks into the perennially airtight room.

This is the quietest place in the entire Ubuyashiki mansion. It is the courtyard of the youngest son of the owner, Ubuyashiki.

The skinny young man had slightly curled black hair, which was loosely pulled up behind his back, and the missing hair on his cheeks fell from his shoulders and fell on his chest, half-hiding his handsome side face.

There was a low table in front of him, the book on the table was half opened, and the fingers pressing on the pages were weak and pale.

A low cough sounded in the room, his back was slightly bowed, and his bony bones seemed to be piercing through the thin skin.

—

Ghost Mai Tsuji remembered.

He remembered that when he was still giving birth to Yuyashiki, he also had a "pet".

—

The sun moved gradually, and the scarlet sunset glow fell from the western sky, spread flat on the horizon and dyed the world into a sluggish darkness.

Wu Mi has always had no concept of time, because of his frail body, he has to stay in a dark room all year round, and he has the most time.

In the era when he was born, there were actually many things to pass the time, but Wu Mi's physical condition limited most of the methods.

No matter how interesting things are, if you face them every day, you will feel quite boring.

When the sun was about to set, Wu Mi finished another book.He raised his head and stared at the wooden wall quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this moment, he heard something mixed with the cicadas, other sounds.

Wu Mi subconsciously looked out the door, but the imperial curtain hung down to keep out the wind completely blocked his sight, and he couldn't even see half of the scenery in the courtyard.

Nameless irritability rose from the bottom of his heart, and at this moment, the maid who came to deliver dinner rolled up the imperial curtain and was about to close the barrier door for him.

"For the time being."

Wu Mi ordered softly.

The maid only hesitated for a moment, and then realized that someone was looking at her. Those red plum-colored eyes were staring at her, and the look inside was dim.

"Can't you understand?"

When he said the second sentence, there was already impatience in Wu Mi's tone.If the maid hesitated for a few more seconds, the dinner placed on the low table would probably fall on her.

She hastily pushed the barrier door open again, fulfilling the young master's wish.

Although they had been serving him for a long time, no one dared to say that they really knew the young master of the Ubuyashiki family.

Sometimes he just sat quietly, with a calm and gentle expression, and his handsome appearance was the most popular beauty in Heian capital at that time.

But sometimes he would lose his temper because of a little thing, as if there was some kind of fire in his heart that was burning his reason.

When the maid was about to leave quickly, he suddenly called out to her again.

"and many more."

"Do you...do you have any orders?"

At this time, the miserable expression calmed down again, as if it wasn't him who was about to go crazy at any moment.

He asked the maid if she heard any sound. The maid tried hard to support her ears, but she subconsciously felt that there was something wrong with the young master's head.

Until she also heard a thin chirp.

"Probably some birds built their nests in the trees," the maid said, "It seems to be the chirping of sparrows..."

Before the maid finished speaking, Wu Wu said in a dismal voice: "Shoot it down."

When he was speaking, he seemed to have completely lost his mind on this, flipping through the book in his hand carelessly, and his eyes were no longer on the maid.

It's as if it's just a casual mention.

But the maid knew that if she didn't do it right away, this uncertain young man would definitely turn his back on him at any time as he did just now.

She found a bamboo pole and stood under the tree next to the wall in the courtyard. Holding the bamboo pole, she was still looking for where the sparrow was making the sound, but something fell off when the branch was shaken.

The maid saw a small grey-brown ball, and the thin chirping sound came from the ground—this was the sound they heard just now.

Thinking that it was finally time to do business, the maid was about to put down the bamboo pole and pick it up, but before her, a white and slender hand pinched the little sparrow.

The evening rays of light fell on him through the branches, and the chopped shadows made the maid feel that those rays of light were like blood splattered on his body for no reason.

She was in a trance for a moment, but it was the sparrow's shrill cry that woke her up.

The little boy of the Ubuyashiki family squeezed the sparrow in his hand expressionlessly, as if the sparrow was about to be crushed to death by him in the next moment.

The maid was not surprised.

For this young man, everything that made him disliked had to disappear, even if it was a human being, let alone a sparrow.

Wu Mi's eyes fell on the little sparrow, probably because he hurt it, and it screamed louder than before.

But at the same time, he felt a moist touch coming from his palm.

Wu Can raised his eyebrows slightly, he let go of his hand, and let the sparrow lie in his palm - only then did he realize that it seemed to be injured a little bit.

But even so, when Wu Mi let go of it, it still spread its wings, as if it wanted to plop into flight.

Wu Mi himself doesn't remember whether he laughed at that time, if he did, maybe it was a ridicule.

Laughing at its weakness and its overreaching is also laughing at its dying struggle.

——And Wu Mi at that time was probably the same in the eyes of others.

He kept the sparrow, ordered someone to put it in a cage, and hung it in his room.

How long the bird's life will be, Wu Mi doesn't know, and he has no desire/desire to know.

The left and right are just playthings, just raise them casually.

With this kind of casual attitude, I didn't ask anyone about what I was feeding, and Wu Mi had another entertainment besides reading books every day.

Occasionally, he would be so noisy that he couldn't read the book. When he was upset, he would simply put down the book and fiddle with the chirping sparrow in the cage until its sound slowly died down.

The days seemed to have passed for a long time, even if he didn't go out, Wu Mi could still feel the temperature in the air slowly dropping.

When winter came, a charcoal fire was lit in the house, and the small burning sound crackled, and the warmth slowly filled the room.

But Wu Mi soon noticed something - the sparrow he raised was singing more and more quietly.

In the past, the useless and weak creature that could scream for most of the day was always chirping meaninglessly.

But now it has faded even such a voice.

If Wu Mi had a little research, he would know that birds would fly to warm places in winter and would not come back until the whole winter had passed.

Birds are also more sensitive and vulnerable than humans, and cannot withstand the temperature emitted by burning charcoal fire.

This is the first time that Wu Can has taken care of something for so long, and even the maids think that it is really a miracle that this sparrow can live for several months in the hands of the young master of the Miyashiki family.

After all, according to his casual raising method, the others felt that the sparrow would stop chirping after two days.

They knew that Wuyou didn't like to listen to anyone's opinion, and if they opened their mouths in front of him, they would be regarded as delusional to order him.

So no one advised him to let the sparrows out in the fall, and no one advised him not to keep them in a room where the temperature was too high.

He just watched its cry become weaker day by day, and Wu Mi's mood obviously changed.

He became more sensitive and irritable, and every look and every movement would be understood by him. His brows were tightly frowned, and there seemed to be a scarlet light shining in his red plum-colored eyes.

——His body is also getting weaker and weaker.

The new doctor gave him new prescriptions, but no matter how many times he took these medicines, his body did not show any improvement.

The same is true of his sparrows.

No matter what he was fed, he ate very little, his feathers gradually lost their luster, and his cry became lighter and lighter. He even stopped jumping around in the cage, but curled up in a corner——

As if to die at any moment.

After staring at it for a long time, Wu Mi suddenly opened the cage.

He took out the little sparrow, and it lay there in his palm.

The wound had completely healed a few months ago. At that time, it could scream from morning to night. This kind of weak and useless thing with no meaning other than adding noise made him keep it for several months.

Wu Mi could have continued to raise it—as long as it didn't die.

He can keep it all the time, even if he finds it annoyingly noisy from time to time.

But now it was dying too.

Wu Mi stared at the sparrow in his palm, and he tightened his fingers by some coincidence.

—

"My things should be mine at all times, and only I have the power to decide whether it lives or dies."

This kind of thinking is really normal for Wu Mi.

When the maid came to add charcoal for him that evening, she saw the stiff sparrow in the cage.

The maid thought that the young master would be very angry, maybe even throw a tantrum, she even thought of him holding the sparrow in his hand with red eyes.

Just like the day he just picked it up.

"do you died?"

Wu Can, who was reading a book, didn't raise his head, and said casually, "Then let's make soup."

—

Thinking of everything, Onimi Tsuji Mucan only felt chills all over.

He stared at A Que with wide eyes, as if he wanted to see some shadow of the past from her.

But there is no doubt that this is useless work.

"tasty?"

A Que smiled innocently, she pulled her palm out of Wu Mi's chest, and blood gushed out along with her movements.

Fingers soaked in blood stroked his face, drawing mottled marks on the pale skin, together with the neck, seemed to be some kind of strange demon pattern.

Ah Que's expression was smiling, and her eyes were smiling too.

Intuition told Wu Mi that she was really happy at the moment, so Wu Mi felt a chill down her back.

He doesn't understand her "love" nor her "hate".

It was self-righteous to think that he had found a way to understand her before, but Kamdai Sparrow told him with practical actions that her madness was far beyond his imagination.

Aque felt that she was very calm. She was calmly recalling the past with Wu Mi, and she no longer showed any signs of anger.

Monsters will never forget any kindness, nor will they forget any hatred.

But the past "enmity" has ended in the past. On that evening a few months ago, she also killed Guiwu Tsuji.

For the same reason.

So what I want to talk about now is another matter - Wu Mi, who has been killed by her, and the matter of waking up again.