fictional spring

I don't know if it was because of the wind blowing on the night of the mountain god festival, or because of the influence of those "apple candies" that were actually hard to swallow. After that, my body was not very comfortable for a few days.

Drowsiness and lack of energy are secondary. After all, it is always difficult to fall asleep at night, and it is normal to have such a result.But the signs of coughing became more and more serious, and even coughed up blood clots in front of his father during dinner one day.

The smell of blood infects the supposedly quiet and peaceful atmosphere, causing the entire Yuan family to fall into a state of anxiety.

The frightened father hurriedly ordered the servants to bring in a doctor, and asked the maid to help me back to the room.However, the doctor who diagnosed my pulse showed a troubled look on his face.

Even if I have concealed my expression as much as possible, it is enough for me to notice many things.

"Miss Muyue's condition..." The doctor's voice was slightly hesitant, but then he looked at his father and said, "Prescribe a few doses of medicine first, and then we can make more adjustments in the future."

I heard the insincere in the words.

The doctor looked at his father, clearly he had other things to tell him alone.

I can't let me know as a patient, but I have to tell my father what it is. As long as I think about it a little, I can get the closest answer.

But since the doctor's words are already so euphemistic, I don't need to say anything.When he said that he would go back to dispense the medicine first and then get it delivered, my father also stood up and told me softly to have a good rest before going to see the doctor out.

Qing Zhi, who had been silent in the corner for a long time, knelt down quietly in front of my couch after they all left.He lowered his head slightly, and the light of the candle fell on his face. I could see the light shadow cast by his eyes, but I couldn't see the expression in his eyes.

But presumably—

"Don't worry about me too much."

I covered his palm on his lap, and I could feel the coolness coming from the palm in the next moment—that pale skin looked more like a bedridden one than mine.

He didn't speak, and after a while he slowly raised his face to look at me.

"Are you afraid?"

I chuckled lightly: "What are you afraid of?"

"Fear of illness, fear of death, fear of everything that threatens life."

He spoke in a low voice, with emotions in his voice that I couldn't understand.

"I'm not afraid."

This is the truth. It is true that sickness and death are ominous things for human beings, but birth, old age, sickness and death in the world are normal, and too much force will lead to an embarrassing situation.

Whether it is illness or death, they are not terrible in themselves, because what is really terrible is not being able to accept that reality.

Just as my father has always been brooding over my mother's death, I have never seen him show a sincere smile to this day.

The disease took away the life of the mother, and also took away the happiness and joy of the father.

If something happened to me, it would definitely be a heavy blow to my father.

Not only that, I looked at Qingzhi—when the doctor showed such a hesitant expression, Qingzhi's already pale face became even more ugly.

Everyone wants me to get better, I know that very well.

So I smiled, squeezed his palm and comforted him: "Didn't the doctor say that as long as you take a few doses of medicine, you will get better, so there is no need to be afraid of Qingzhi."

The boy who asked me if I was afraid was clearly afraid of what would happen to me.

He is afraid of a future without me.

"I'm not afraid." He denied it very quickly, and the way he frowned tightly made the face that had gradually faded from immaturity become too serious.

The plum red eyes overwhelmed the candlelight, revealing a dangerous and gorgeous color like blood in front of my eyes.

I closed my eyes and said to him, "Can Qingzhi read to me the new travel notes my father bought? I don't really want to get up now."

Hearing that the sharpness in his eyes slowly dissipated, and the look on his face became quiet, he got up without saying a word and took out the travel note from the bookcase, and read it word by word in a moderate voice.

The voice was gentle and gentle, just like his serious and quiet appearance at this time.

Although I don't know what the doctor said, I only told my father, but after taking the medicine, my health has indeed improved.

However, Qingzhi did not stop reading to me every day—compared to reading alone, it is more interesting to be with others.

What's more, when I made such a request, Qingzhi didn't turn down his face and refuse me.

That is a promise.

It's just that it didn't take long before I was not the only one who read clearly.

——The other person besides me is a child who is still young but is particularly eye-catching.

It was a young child with colorful eyes.

When we met for the first time, the child was wearing cassock and looked about six or seven years old. He just stood quietly and obediently beside his father, looking up at me with his fair face full of ignorance and curiosity.

Completely different from the Qingzhi who showed a cold and unapproachable appearance when they first met, this child is so well-behaved and sensible that he has won the favor of almost everyone in the family within a few days of coming to Yuan's house.

And the reason why he appeared in Yuanjia...

It wasn't that one of my father's old friends had another accident. All I could read from my father's face at that time was pity—it was pity for this child.

He put his palm on the child's shoulder, pointed to me and said, "This is my daughter Mutsuki."

I opened my eyes wide and looked at my child, as if there were colorful rainbows in my eyes.

It is an extremely beautiful and rare scene in the world.

The little child showed a bright smile and said to me, "Hello, Miss Mutsuki."

He used honorifics for me.

"Hello," I held out my palm to him, and when the little hand was in mine, I asked him, "What's your name?"

The child smiled more innocently: "It's Tong Mo."

No last name, only a first name.

Now that civilians are allowed to have surnames, most ordinary people have their own surnames, and those children without surnames are mostly...

When I handed Tong Mo to the older maid at home, and asked her to take the child to change clothes first, my father stood on the porch of the courtyard, and I asked next to him:

"Is it an orphan?"

Father froze for a moment, then nodded and said, "It happened a few days ago."

His tone was a little dignified.

It was a small sect called "Bliss Sect", and the reason for its birth was also very simple, because an ordinary couple gave birth to an extraordinary child—a very special child with rainbow eyes.

Even in a big city like Edo, such a child can be said to be unique. Because of this, the couple firmly believed that the child could hear the voice of the gods.

Perhaps it was because of God's blessing that the child was smart and kind, and at such a young age, he showed empathy far beyond his age.

When people knelt before him, telling him the sufferings they had suffered, hoping to be relieved, and begging him to help them go to bliss, the child actually shed tears of sorrow.

So they regarded the child as the holy son, and the child's father became the leader of the church. The number of believers also increased due to the existence of the child, but after all, the scale is only so large, and it will not cause any impact.

The government would not take the initiative to interfere with such a little-known sect, but the father brought the child home.

I asked him, "Did something happen?"

The father sighed, and his tone became a little heavy: "The child's father and many female believers in the church..." Speaking of this, the father paused.

I can understand this meaning—I have had relationships with many female believers that shouldn’t happen—so I followed my father’s words: “Then, did his mother do something?”

The father nodded and said: "The child's mother knew about these things, so after she killed his father with a knife, she killed herself beside him."

It is indeed a heart-rending tragedy for a mother to kill her father and then commit suicide, leaving only a young child behind.

But the father added: "The child witnessed the whole process. When his mother killed his father, he was also in the same room with them, and because it happened to be night and the believers were asleep, so that The child spent the night with the dead bodies of his parents."

I was stunned.

Even if you haven't seen such a scene with your own eyes, you can imagine how bloody and cruel it is, but you have witnessed the death of your parents, and spent the whole night alone in the same room with their corpses...

Why didn't I notice anything about this kind of thing from him when I saw him?

The appearance of that child was too normal.

So normal to the point of abnormal.

And in comparison, Qing Zhi, who had just arrived at Yuan's house at that time, stood beside his father with a cold and empty look, on the contrary, it was more like the reaction that a normal person should have.