fictional spring
Chapter 17
I couldn't help laughing.
When he said this, his expression was a bit too serious. Not only did he not mention it casually, but he seemed to be making a promise.
"Okay."
I stroked his head and stroked his cheek as he frowned slightly.
"Then I want to thank Qingzhi in advance."
After I said this, he seemed to be caught in some tangled emotion again, the expression on his face was unpredictable, and finally returned to calm.
On our way back, I also gave my father to taste the brown sugar that brother Chenzang gave me.
His eyes fell on the oiled paper bag in my hand, and my father said with a little emotion: "I think back when your mother was still there, I almost decided on your marriage with Chen Zang..."
When mentioning the mother, the father's tone will always bring some heaviness and sorrow, and it is the same at this time. When he said this, the father paused for a long time.
However, it was not my illusion. After my father finished saying this, Qingzhi tightened my hand a lot.
I was stunned for a moment, remembering his behavior when Huofu Thief changed his party, and immediately realized that he might not like brother Chenzang very much, so I put the other hand on the back of his hand to comfort him.
Then we heard what my father said next: "It's a good thing that this matter will be settled in the end. If it is really settled, it will be a headache."
Not only Qingzhi, I was also a little surprised when I heard this.
"why?"
The moment I subconsciously asked this, my clear eyes fell on me, so that I immediately closed my mouth and blinked at him.
My father didn't pay much attention to the subtle changes between us, he just explained: "Because Chen Zang is not a man worth relying on now," the father said while raising his hand to touch his collar: "Did you see it too?"
Of course, I know what this action represents—the reason why Brother Chenzang was in a hurry to change his clothes was not because he was sweating during the day's sword practice, but more because of the red mouth that was accidentally stained on his collar. fat.
And when we got closer, the faint scent that didn't belong to him came from him.
"It's exactly the same as when his father was young," the father half-sighed, "Pingzang was like this when he was young. He always wandered around the flower street taverns on weekdays, and even got drunk during the day. thing……"
When he said this, his father shook his head while sighing.
Although my father said so, but based on my impression of Brother Chenzang, of course, it may be because Lord Hasegawa is often at home. After all, Brother Chenzang will not be like Master Hasegawa as his father said when he was young. Wanton.
"But Hasegawa-sama's swordsmanship is superb."
I casually mentioned a sentence.
"That's because he still worked hard in this area when he was young," his father said with a little regret, "but Chen Zang still doesn't have such an idea at all."
The reason why there is no idea in this regard is also very simple-because there is nothing that must be guarded, and there is nothing that must be pursued no matter what, so naturally there is no need to sharpen yourself.
In this regard, I can only comfort him: "People will always change, just like Hasegawa-sama, maybe after a few years Brother Chenzang will start to work hard."
Father smiled, and joked: "Then if you really want to like Chen Zang, wait another ten or eight years until he becomes a mature and stable character like Heizang, and then think about this kind of thing."
I nodded seriously, expressing that I would take this matter to heart.
When I was talking to my father, Qingzhi kept holding my hand and didn't say a word from the beginning to the end.
However, when I was speaking, I occasionally turned my face to see his reaction, but I could always see some subtle changes on his face.
I don't know what he was thinking specifically, but I only know that when we talked about this matter, Qingzhi just didn't respond on the surface, but actually listened to our conversation.
After returning home, my father told us to rest early and then went to the study. I didn't feel like going to sleep, so I dragged Qingzhi to the yard for a walk.
"Are you happy?"
When Qingzhi asked such a question, I nodded and asked back: "Is Qingzhi unhappy today? Ah Shun is very cute, brother Chenzang is always very..."
When I said this, I paused and swallowed the words that followed.
"How is it?"
Unexpectedly, Qingzhi continued to ask.
His eyes are very calm, no fluctuations can be seen from inside, he is obviously a little shorter than me in height, but at this time, it makes people feel a sense of oppression for no reason.
"...you have always taken care of me."
Qing Zhi frowned, and asked back: "Do you need his care?"
There is an inexplicable sense of irony in this sentence, so that I was also at a loss for a moment, not knowing why Qingzhi suddenly became like this.
It's like... questioning me.
Not being able to understand his thoughts is very troublesome for me, as if sometimes we sit together and are very close, but I can't understand the meaning of his eyes when he looks at me.
I hope that I can understand him better, but I don't hope that he can tell me his inner thoughts frankly, so I can only rely on my own judgment and ideas, and try to communicate with him.
"Qing Zhi," I sat down on the wooden porch near the edge, raised my face and looked at him: "Are you worried about something?"
Or...was afraid of something.
Hearing this, he loosened his brows, his expression seemed to be a little uncontrollable, at this time, he didn't have the usual old-fashioned feeling, but it was more in line with what a child of his age should be.
Because I feel that I have been neglected, because I feel that I like and care about Brother Chenzang more than him, so I started to make troubles or something...
Sighing from the bottom of my heart, I stretched out my hand to hold his palm, looked up at him with my head up halfway: "If that's the case, is Qingzhi willing to take care of me?"
He was stunned for a moment.
I continued: "Brother Chenzang will bring gifts for Ah Shun every time he goes out, and he will go to the gymnasium to practice swordsmanship, just to protect Ah Shun and Mrs. Jiurong."
From my personal point of view, Qingzhi's sudden appearance of this kind of situation must be because he felt that he was not taken seriously enough, so he wanted to use this appearance to attract other people's attention.
So as long as he feels that he is valued and needed, can he feel at ease again?
So I held his hand and asked him, "Will Qingzhi protect me?"
The boy with black hair and red eyes reflected my figure. He stood motionless in front of me. I don't know what he was thinking, but I felt a little uncomfortable to maintain this position.
So perhaps because he saw my expression, Qingzhi actually bent down, wrapped his arms around my neck, and gently pressed my head into his arms.
In the courtyard on a summer night, there are often dots of fluorescent lights flying by, accompanied by the slightly noisy insects and frogs. The boy who hugged me was quiet for a long time, and then slowly said: "I am willing."
The voice was too low for a boy his age, and it didn't seem like it came to me from close at hand.
It's more like... After a long journey, with the vicissitudes and accumulation of years, it came to me again.
When he said this, his expression was a bit too serious. Not only did he not mention it casually, but he seemed to be making a promise.
"Okay."
I stroked his head and stroked his cheek as he frowned slightly.
"Then I want to thank Qingzhi in advance."
After I said this, he seemed to be caught in some tangled emotion again, the expression on his face was unpredictable, and finally returned to calm.
On our way back, I also gave my father to taste the brown sugar that brother Chenzang gave me.
His eyes fell on the oiled paper bag in my hand, and my father said with a little emotion: "I think back when your mother was still there, I almost decided on your marriage with Chen Zang..."
When mentioning the mother, the father's tone will always bring some heaviness and sorrow, and it is the same at this time. When he said this, the father paused for a long time.
However, it was not my illusion. After my father finished saying this, Qingzhi tightened my hand a lot.
I was stunned for a moment, remembering his behavior when Huofu Thief changed his party, and immediately realized that he might not like brother Chenzang very much, so I put the other hand on the back of his hand to comfort him.
Then we heard what my father said next: "It's a good thing that this matter will be settled in the end. If it is really settled, it will be a headache."
Not only Qingzhi, I was also a little surprised when I heard this.
"why?"
The moment I subconsciously asked this, my clear eyes fell on me, so that I immediately closed my mouth and blinked at him.
My father didn't pay much attention to the subtle changes between us, he just explained: "Because Chen Zang is not a man worth relying on now," the father said while raising his hand to touch his collar: "Did you see it too?"
Of course, I know what this action represents—the reason why Brother Chenzang was in a hurry to change his clothes was not because he was sweating during the day's sword practice, but more because of the red mouth that was accidentally stained on his collar. fat.
And when we got closer, the faint scent that didn't belong to him came from him.
"It's exactly the same as when his father was young," the father half-sighed, "Pingzang was like this when he was young. He always wandered around the flower street taverns on weekdays, and even got drunk during the day. thing……"
When he said this, his father shook his head while sighing.
Although my father said so, but based on my impression of Brother Chenzang, of course, it may be because Lord Hasegawa is often at home. After all, Brother Chenzang will not be like Master Hasegawa as his father said when he was young. Wanton.
"But Hasegawa-sama's swordsmanship is superb."
I casually mentioned a sentence.
"That's because he still worked hard in this area when he was young," his father said with a little regret, "but Chen Zang still doesn't have such an idea at all."
The reason why there is no idea in this regard is also very simple-because there is nothing that must be guarded, and there is nothing that must be pursued no matter what, so naturally there is no need to sharpen yourself.
In this regard, I can only comfort him: "People will always change, just like Hasegawa-sama, maybe after a few years Brother Chenzang will start to work hard."
Father smiled, and joked: "Then if you really want to like Chen Zang, wait another ten or eight years until he becomes a mature and stable character like Heizang, and then think about this kind of thing."
I nodded seriously, expressing that I would take this matter to heart.
When I was talking to my father, Qingzhi kept holding my hand and didn't say a word from the beginning to the end.
However, when I was speaking, I occasionally turned my face to see his reaction, but I could always see some subtle changes on his face.
I don't know what he was thinking specifically, but I only know that when we talked about this matter, Qingzhi just didn't respond on the surface, but actually listened to our conversation.
After returning home, my father told us to rest early and then went to the study. I didn't feel like going to sleep, so I dragged Qingzhi to the yard for a walk.
"Are you happy?"
When Qingzhi asked such a question, I nodded and asked back: "Is Qingzhi unhappy today? Ah Shun is very cute, brother Chenzang is always very..."
When I said this, I paused and swallowed the words that followed.
"How is it?"
Unexpectedly, Qingzhi continued to ask.
His eyes are very calm, no fluctuations can be seen from inside, he is obviously a little shorter than me in height, but at this time, it makes people feel a sense of oppression for no reason.
"...you have always taken care of me."
Qing Zhi frowned, and asked back: "Do you need his care?"
There is an inexplicable sense of irony in this sentence, so that I was also at a loss for a moment, not knowing why Qingzhi suddenly became like this.
It's like... questioning me.
Not being able to understand his thoughts is very troublesome for me, as if sometimes we sit together and are very close, but I can't understand the meaning of his eyes when he looks at me.
I hope that I can understand him better, but I don't hope that he can tell me his inner thoughts frankly, so I can only rely on my own judgment and ideas, and try to communicate with him.
"Qing Zhi," I sat down on the wooden porch near the edge, raised my face and looked at him: "Are you worried about something?"
Or...was afraid of something.
Hearing this, he loosened his brows, his expression seemed to be a little uncontrollable, at this time, he didn't have the usual old-fashioned feeling, but it was more in line with what a child of his age should be.
Because I feel that I have been neglected, because I feel that I like and care about Brother Chenzang more than him, so I started to make troubles or something...
Sighing from the bottom of my heart, I stretched out my hand to hold his palm, looked up at him with my head up halfway: "If that's the case, is Qingzhi willing to take care of me?"
He was stunned for a moment.
I continued: "Brother Chenzang will bring gifts for Ah Shun every time he goes out, and he will go to the gymnasium to practice swordsmanship, just to protect Ah Shun and Mrs. Jiurong."
From my personal point of view, Qingzhi's sudden appearance of this kind of situation must be because he felt that he was not taken seriously enough, so he wanted to use this appearance to attract other people's attention.
So as long as he feels that he is valued and needed, can he feel at ease again?
So I held his hand and asked him, "Will Qingzhi protect me?"
The boy with black hair and red eyes reflected my figure. He stood motionless in front of me. I don't know what he was thinking, but I felt a little uncomfortable to maintain this position.
So perhaps because he saw my expression, Qingzhi actually bent down, wrapped his arms around my neck, and gently pressed my head into his arms.
In the courtyard on a summer night, there are often dots of fluorescent lights flying by, accompanied by the slightly noisy insects and frogs. The boy who hugged me was quiet for a long time, and then slowly said: "I am willing."
The voice was too low for a boy his age, and it didn't seem like it came to me from close at hand.
It's more like... After a long journey, with the vicissitudes and accumulation of years, it came to me again.
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