fictional spring

When I first heard this, I froze for a moment.

However, when I touched the child's expression, and when he looked at me, he showed an innocent look that was far from usual, and I could understand that he was not joking.

This is probably Tong Mo's most realistic idea.

I touched his head, but did not agree to his request.

"Why not?" Tong Mo stared at me intently with his big round eyes: "Don't you like me?"

I shook my head, "It's not like that."

"Tong Mo has always been a kind and sensible child, how could I hate it?"

After explaining this, Tong Mo puffed up his cheeks, "But you like Master Qingzhi, right? He combed your hair and bought you a hairpin, so you like him even more, right?"

I couldn't help laughing, I simply picked him up, got up and pushed open the barrier door.

At this time, the moon outside happened to be full moon, and the bright moonlight passed through the dark sky and fell to the ground, blending with the light from the lanterns in the porch, and what could be seen in the semi-darkness was extremely gentle and soft colors.

Holding Tong Mo in my arms, I looked towards the night sky and asked, "Did you see it?"

Tong Mo blinked his eyes, looked at me, then at the moon in the sky, and asked puzzledly, "What did you see?"

"I saw beautiful scenery and saw something I liked."

I said softly: "Sometimes liking is liking, no matter what you do or not, as long as you see it, you will feel beautiful in your heart, and you will have feelings."

"Just like the moon we see now, I have always liked the moon, not because the moon has done anything for me, as long as it hangs in the air and appears when and where it should exist, it is enough gone."

Tong Mo was silent for a long time, those beautiful iridescent eyes exuded extremely brilliant and eye-catching colors under the refraction of moonlight and candlelight, being stared at by those eyes, I couldn't help but smile back at him.

"I don't know."

The expression on his face was very calm, it could even be said that there was no expression at all.

——Tong Mo, you can't understand the emotion contained in my words.

"Why do you feel beautiful when you see the moon? Why do you like it when you like it? Can you really be liked if you don't do anything?"

Tong Mo said to me: "My father and mother said that my eyes and hair color were beautiful, so they thought I could hear the voice of the gods, so they founded the Bliss Sect. Everyone believed what they said, and thought I was The children chosen by the gods can communicate with the gods, so they told me about their pain, hoping that I can help them go to bliss..."

When he said this, there was no slight fluctuation in his voice from the beginning to the end. Whether he was being used as a tool to attract believers by ignorant parents, or those poor people pinned their hopes on a young child, it was very important to him. It doesn't make any difference.

He didn't have any feelings about these.

"But you told me."

I hugged the child in my arms tighter, and put my cheek against his forehead, "Look, you used to just say to me, 'If Miss Mutsuki has any troubles, you can tell me.' But now , You told me your troubles."

Hearing these words, the child regarded as the son of God slightly opened his eyes wide, and the iridescent pupils were completely and clearly displayed in front of me.

"My... troubles?"

He subconsciously repeated it, and it seemed that he still couldn't understand it, but he seemed to have fallen into some complicated and tangled thoughts.

"Tong Mo really agrees with their thoughts, and feels that he is indeed what they call 'the child who can hear the voice of the gods'. Do you think that he can really send them to the Land of Ultimate Bliss?"

After I asked him that, the kid thought for a while and shook his head slightly.

"Bliss does not exist. Those are all fairy tales fabricated by human beings," Tong Mo said. "Once a person dies, he will only turn into a pile of meat."

Tong Mo, who can say these words, has been accepting the confidances and requests from believers with what kind of mood?

When I think of this, I feel pity for him even more.

So I said to him: "Then these are the troubles, being forced to do things that you can't actually do, being placed too much hope on yourself by others... There are many, many, these are troubles."

Tong Mo just can't produce these emotions, he can't feel these emotions, but -- as long as you tell him, he can understand what these emotions represent.

"When you talk about your troubles, you will feel very relaxed."

I supported the child with one hand, patted his back with the other hand, and held him in my arms, "I feel relaxed, which is also a kind of happiness."

He seemed to understand something, but also seemed to be unable to understand anything.The child put his arms around my neck and rested his head on my shoulder.

He asked me, "Then what is this?"

"This is also like." I said to him: "Because I like Tongmo, I will go out to see the moon with you, so I will listen to you talk to me, I hope I can solve your troubles, I hope you can too get happiness."

Hearing that Tong Mo moved his head closer, he rubbed my cheek and said, "I like Miss Muyue too."

His voice rang in his ears, it was the innocent and immature voice of a child. At this moment, this child seemed to be just like every ordinary child—he was indeed just a child who didn't understand anything.

and so……

"I hope Miss Mutsuki can also find happiness."