fictional spring

Most of the time, Miko-sama is a very dishonest person, this is a conclusion that can be drawn from the previous relationship.

Whether it's daily conversations or interactions, as far as I can understand, she will often say things that are completely different from what she thinks in her heart, and she will also do things that are completely different from what she thinks in her heart. move.

Because of this, those answers that appear occasionally and obey one's own will are so precious.

When I was lying next to Miko-sama and asked her if she liked me too, the unspeakable expression she showed was especially lovely under the hazy water mist.

The mist greatly weakened the sharpness of Miko-sama, the plum red eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of veil, and the expression on her face was not so clear because she was not facing me—especially when she lowered her head At that time, Miko-sama's side face was mostly covered by slightly curled black hair.

But these did not damage her beauty in the slightest, on the contrary, it became more and more eye-catching because of this subtle contrast.

So much so that I began to think again whether my words were really embarrassing Miko-sama too much.After all, for her, this kind of verbal joking is probably meaningless and boring.

But just when I was thinking about what to say to let this topic pass like this, I suddenly heard a very small voice from beside me.

"like……"

It was the voice from the mouth of the Miko.

It was light and thin, as if it could float in the air with the water mist, but it hit straight into the bottom of my heart, and the turbulent waves that exploded could not be calmed down no matter what.

This is even more surprising than the liking I heard in the room before - I'm afraid I will never forget the solemn appearance of Miko-sama at that time.

But the witch at this time...

It was probably affected by the temperature of the water, and even Miko-sama's usually cold skin was also soaked in temperature, even the words she said, the light words were wrapped in some kind of intoxicating enthusiasm, which penetrated into the ears, making the People can't help but feel hot on the face.

At this time, even I feel a little shy.

Fortunately, the water temperature of the hot spring was used as a cover, so they found excellent reasons for their hot cheeks and red ear tips. Even though they knew each other well, no one exposed the other.

I feel that if I continue to soak in the hot spring, I will be overwhelmed by the heat that rushes to my head so that I can't find the north and the south.

He had no choice but to get out of the water first, and after wiping off the water stains on his body and putting on a new undergarment, he dared to look at Miko-sama again.

Miko-sama, who had already put on a plain underwear, her wet black hair stuck to her shoulders, and the water that diffused from her hair made her clothes wet. Seeing this, I reminded: "You don't need to wipe your hair. What are you doing?"

Hearing this, Miko-sama was stunned for a moment, then touched her long hair, then looked at mine—it was still dry.

Because as early as when I came out of the room, Lizi had already arranged my hair for me.

It’s already winter now, the temperature at night has dropped sharply, and with my physical condition, if I wet my hair at night, there is a high probability of headache or fever, so since this happened once or twice, Every time, Lizi will tie my hair up first for me.

However, Miko-sama went into the water directly with her hair covered, and from time to time, she buried her lower half of her face in the water, causing her curly black long hair to stick to her clothes since she landed. Dripping.

"If you don't care about it like this, even you may get sick because of it?"

I've never seen Miko-sama sick before—what would that be like?

Once I think of a certain topic, I always extend it unconsciously. Whether this habit is good or bad, I don't know myself.But if you just ask me what I think now, I naturally don't want Miko-sama to get sick.

I picked up the dry handkerchief on the side, and I was about to dry the hair for the Miko. The dry handkerchief wiped the wet black hair, and the dripping water gradually decreased, but after a while, I suddenly found that the Miko Adults seemed to be watching me the whole time.

We were sitting facing each other, and because the movements of wiping our hair were very close, Miko-sama's appearance at this time, for some reason, always made people feel that she was recalling something through me.

This kind of sight always reminds me of strange things from time to time.

If there is really a "reincarnation", it may be my past memories. After all, those are all memories that I have never experienced, never seen, and never felt. I don't know where they come from. .

As I continued to lower my head to wipe Miko-sama's hair, I suddenly remembered what happened a long time ago——

On the surface, it seems that it has nothing to do with Miko, but if you think about it carefully, you will get something different.

When I was young, there was a drug seller in the city. Although it has been a long time, I still remember his appearance——that appearance, even now, is the strangest appearance I have ever seen.

For some reason, there are coquettish patterns painted on his handsome face, just like those gorgeous and exaggerated patterns in ukiyo-e.

It even made people wonder, how did he get so many kinds of medicines?

Among all the incomprehensible things, the only thing that is certain is that - that is not an ordinary drug seller.

Although he himself has always claimed to be so.

That was the time when I fell ill again, and the illness came on so quickly that even the doctors in the city were helpless to deal with my condition, and I even felt a sense of sadness that I was doing my best and obeying the destiny. In desperation, my father had to invite Zeng The pharmacist who happened to hear about it on the street.

The drug seller came to the city a few days ago, and now he is temporarily staying in a hotel. According to other people in the city, the medicine he sells seems to be more effective than those of the doctors in the city.

Because of this, without a better choice, the unknown drug seller came to the city lord's mansion.

At that time, I felt that my eyes were dark because of my illness, and even if I opened my eyes, I couldn't see his appearance clearly. Only those few beautiful patterns were deeply engraved in my mind when I first saw it.

The unknown drug seller took out an unknown medicine from the medicine box, and told my father and mother that although my body could not be cured by this, it could barely slow down the speed of decline.

At a time like this, other people might have doubts about him. After all, the medicine seller is too mysterious in terms of his origin and identity, and no one can guarantee the effect of the medicine he prescribes.Afterwards, I heard from Lizi that my father didn't intend to feed me that kind of thing, but my mother believed the medicine seller's words and fed me the medicine herself.

Just because...the drug seller couldn't tell the name of the medicine, but he told me the cause of my disease.

Even regarding my illness, he only said one very strange sentence, which was too strange to make others understand anything——

He said: "Mu Yue Ji became what she is now because of the 'curse'."

Father naturally thought of the curse, while he argued that no matter whether it was himself, his wife, or me or other people in the city lord's mansion, no one had ever done anything bad.

…but those words were only half the story.

There have actually been -- bad things done to other people.

Even strictly speaking, it's not just bad, that kind of thing... is enough to make people resentful.

"Is it... the maid?"

My father muttered to himself, his face turned pale and he lowered his head. When I woke up, I heard such questions.

"Because she hated us, her resentment remained in the City Lord's Mansion after she died, and she even wanted to take revenge on my daughter? Mu Yue, is it because of her this time?"

Father's expression was really creepy at this moment.

In fact, I probably already know the "she" in his mouth.It was the maid who made me catch a cold and get sick. She hasn't appeared since a certain day, and the ending is obvious.

I subconsciously looked at the drug seller.

That young and handsome young man looked at his father with a half-smile, not knowing whether it was ridicule or pity, but with just one glance, he turned his gaze to me again.

He suddenly said, "You're awake, Mu Yueji."

As soon as the words fell, my father also restrained the disturbing expressions on his face as if he had just woken up from a dream, and put on his usual seriousness, but he softened his voice and asked me how I felt at this time.

"I..." As soon as I opened my mouth, I found that my throat was too dry, so I could only close my mouth again, and took two sips of the warm water brought by the maid.

At this time, the medicine seller explained again: "It's a 'curse', not a 'curse'."

Father doesn't understand the difference. This is a very common thing. I intuitively think I should be able to understand it, but when I think about it carefully, there is no specific explanation in my memory.

So, "What do you think is a 'mantra'?"

I asked him, "What exactly is the 'curse' you mentioned?"

Hearing that the drug seller didn't seem surprised that I would ask such a question, he laughed, the curvature of the corner of his mouth made his whole face brighter.

The pharmacist with bright patterns painted on his face told me: "'Curse' is words, 'Curse' is your real name, and 'Curse' is you."

After the voice fell, there was silence all around, my father and my mother both showed a blank look, and I also half understood.

A strange memory suddenly popped up from nowhere. When the Kagura bell was waving and the festival music was ringing, I took the initiative to hold another person's hand and whispered his name——

I can't recall the name.

"Muzuki Hime?"

The voice next to my ear brought me back to my senses. I blinked and realized that Miko was looking at me with some doubts: "Are you distracted?"

I disguised and changed the hair on the other side and continued to rub: "I just remembered something a little bit."

Miko-sama is actually not someone who likes to ask questions, but at this time she took the initiative to ask me: "Can you tell me?"

I froze for a moment, then subconsciously said, "It's all just trivial matters..."

"Won't you?" she asked.

Miko-sama's voice was very soft, but it was too close enough for me to hear it clearly. There was even a slightly cool breath passing by my ears, leaving behind a sense of embarrassment that my ears were burning.

"I……"