fictional spring

Qingzhi doesn't seem to like Tong Mo very much, and this has been revealed since the first time he saw Tong Mo.

Because there are no clothes suitable for boys of this age at home, Tong Mo is actually wearing the clothes of the servants' children at home—they are old clothes that have been washed a little white.

When taking off the cassock, he also took off the hat, revealing the white oak-colored hair, which is also an extremely rare and special color.

But the smile on that face is still innocent and clear.

So even if he no longer dressed up as the so-called Son of God, that child was still so lovable that most of the servants in the family who met him stopped to look at him more during the walk.

——That rumor, even in Edo Castle, has been heard by many people.

Children with colorful eyes are messengers sent by the gods, so they can hear the voice of bliss, and it can also bring happiness and liberation to people.

To be honest, in my opinion, such rumors are even more outrageous than man-eating ghosts.

If there are so-called gods in this world, how can ordinary people see them at will?

It's a pity that most people are willing to believe in the former, and believe that the gods care about the world and can bestow happiness and liberation for people-this is probably due to the nature of yearning for beauty.

The first meeting between Qing Zhi and Tong Mo was at dinner, the little child sat beside his father and greeted Qing Zhi and me when we entered the door.

Qingzhi frowned unabashedly.

It's not uncommon for him to show such an appearance, so his father just pretended that he didn't see it, and didn't blame him, but introduced him: "This child's name is Tong Mo..."

"Will he live long?"

Qingzhi interrupted his father's words.

Although he hadn't seen him getting close to his father before, judging from the change in his father's face at this time, I'm afraid Qingzhi had never shown such a rude side before.

I caught a glimpse of my father's face becoming sour, and tugged at his sleeve: "Qingzhi..."

He looked at me sideways with his head down, and was silent for a few seconds.

"Sorry, I'm sorry."

The boy lowered his head and said softly, but his actions revealed his true thoughts.

Without even eating dinner, Qingzhi turned around and walked to the verandah.

I didn't have time to grab him, looked at the direction he left, and looked at my father.

"Father, I don't have a good appetite today, and I want to go to rest first..."

I'm afraid even Tong Mo wouldn't believe the lame excuses he made up at random.

Fortunately, my father was not really angry, so he nodded, "Then I will ask the maid to bring you some food later."

I caught up with Qingzhi on the way - as if he was deliberately waiting for me, the pace of that figure was not very fast.

I held his sleeve from behind, didn't speak, just followed his footsteps.

At this time, it was not long before the sun set, and it seemed that the warmth brought by the sun in the daytime still remained in the air, and there were dots of fireflies flying up and down in the courtyard.

He stopped at the door.

"Aren't you going to ask me?"

After a while, he took the initiative to speak.

I watched him turn around in front of me and face me: "Why didn't you ask me why?"

When the eyes meet, you can see the magnificent color in those eyes: "Why do you have to ask?"

I said to him: "Although I don't know the reason, it's normal for Qingzhi to have something he doesn't like. It seems that when he first came here, he also had a straight face, and when his father wanted to touch your head, you He also retreated immediately."

It is not necessary to know the reason, nor is it necessary to ask the reason, it is enough to know the result.

Just know—Qingzhi doesn't like that kid.That's it.

"The child should only live in our house for a while, and when his father handles the case of his parents, it is estimated that someone else will take him away."

This is how I understand it.

Because when I stood on the porch and talked to my father, my father never showed the slightest intention to keep the child as his own.

Although it's not that he can't afford it, but his father has no intentions in this regard, and Qingzhi expressed his attitude the first time he saw him, so his father naturally wouldn't worry about it in vain.

As for where he will go at that time, it is not a question that I should worry about.

I don't know if it was because my explanation worked, or Qingzhi understood something from my words, his face turned pale, and he raised his finger to pin the broken hair on my cheek behind his ear.

When I looked at him with some doubts, the black-haired and red-eyed boy pursed his lips: "It looks better this way."

I laughed: "Isn't that pretty?"

He paused, and replied softly: "It was also very beautiful at first."

The intention was just to make a joke, after all, based on my understanding of Qingzhi, if I asked this kind of question, he would probably just keep silent, and maybe he would leave me alone on the porch and run into the room by himself— —

Not out of angry dissatisfaction, but another kind of emotion that agrees but is unwilling to speak.

Such an answer was beyond my expectation, so that I was stunned for a while, and when I realized it, I realized that Qingzhi was looking at me with a smile at this time.

With such a soft and bright smile, it seems that he is really just an ordinary boy.

So I was stunned again, and I suddenly felt that someone seemed to look at me with such a smile in my memory, gentle and focused.

Thinking about things that I don’t know if they really exist are far less reliable than the reality I am facing. I don’t know how long Qing stared at me. An invitation to hang out.

"Some shops are not closed yet, do you want to go out and have a look?"

Seriously speaking, apart from my father taking us to visit Lord Hasegawa and the previous mountain god festival, I have never gone out with Qingzhi again.

"It's not safe outside, so Mutsuki must never go out with anyone other than me."——This is what my father warned me many times.

Nanding's identity gave him the right to status, but also brought enemies and hostility. No one knew whether there were people in the Yuan family who did not belong to the Yuan family. My father's warning was also to protect me.

But when Qingzhi stretched out his hand towards me, I didn't think about anything, I just put my palm in his.

"Think." I said.

As far as I am concerned, it is far better to go shopping in the shops on the street than at home.

There were a lot of people on the street, even on ordinary days, the city of Edo was always brightly lit to continue the bustle. Those ronin warriors with long swords pinned to their waists walked on the street in high spirits.

"Watanabe?"

When we were walking on the street, a young man suddenly shouted from behind, and a boy with tied hair ran over and stopped in front of us.

"At first I just thought I had my back image, so I yelled casually, but I didn't expect it was really you. By the way, didn't you always go back to Yuan's house when the sun went down, maybe this time you finally got the hang of it..."

It was an overly enthusiastic young man, who looked only a few years older than Qingzhi, and when he spoke, he looked at my face several times and winked at Qingzhi.

I immediately understood what he meant, so I raised my face and looked at Qingzhi.

His expression didn't change, and his attitude towards that person was also very cold, but the boy didn't seem to be discouraged at all, but looked at me and asked with a smile: "Which family are you from?"

"Minami, Minamoto, Minamoto."

After I gave my answer, the boy's eyes seemed to light up instantly, as if he had a lot to say to me.

However, at this moment, Qingzhi took my hand, and his eyes didn't fall on that person's face at all.

He said in a cold tone: "If there is nothing else, let's go first."

This is what it means to not want to talk to him more.

I nodded slightly towards the man with a little apology, only seeing the pity look on his face.

When I came out, I was in a good mood and straight, but at this time the pace has accelerated several times. I don’t know when the boy who has grown much taller than me, I can’t keep up with him when he is leading him away. steps.

"Straightforward!"

I stopped him.

Qingzhi stopped and turned to look at me. After a while, he said, "It's already here."

I raised my eyes and looked at the name on the shop in front of me, and suddenly found that we had reached Nakamachi.

Looking at Qingzhi around me, and touching the unsettled expression on that face, I sighed in my heart, and didn't think it was necessary for us to go on a stroll.

So I told him that I was a little tired from walking and wanted to go home early to rest.

Qingzhi stared at me deeply, thinking of something, his face became more gloomy.

"Then go back."

In the end, that was all he said.

After coming back from the outside, from the moment he entered the door, Qing Zhi quickened his pace, this time he really had no intention of waiting for me, and disappeared in front of my eyes almost instantly.

I lowered my eyes and sighed involuntarily.

"Are you in any trouble?"

An immature child's voice sounded from below me, and I took a closer look, and saw that white porcelain boy standing in front of me, looking up at me: "If you are worried about something, you can tell me."

I smiled and patted his head.

"Why do you ask that?"

Tong Mo blinked, and there was a beautiful and pure brilliance in those iridescent eyes: "Because you are sighing, if you are carefree, you will never sigh."

I was a little surprised at his understanding of these things, but I had no intention of telling him anything.

So I put my palms on his shoulders, squatted down in front of him, looked into his eyes and said, "Thank you very much, but no need."

Hearing this, he showed a puzzled look, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a question that suddenly occurred to me: "It's so late, why don't you go back to your room?"