fictional spring

As Miko-sama said in her promise, she also combed my hair from time to time after that, and it only took a total of more than ten days for her technique to go from being unfamiliar at the beginning to being proficient at the end.

As if it had become a habit, after the Miko withdrew her hand to indicate that it was finished, I looked at my reflection in the bronze mirror, and turned my face from side to side—there was no sign of the mess like the first time. .

Stretching out my hand to touch my rolled-up hair, I subconsciously praised: "You are very talented, and it only took you more than ten days to do this."

Hearing that the Miko was silent for a while, she raised her eyes to look at me in the mirror, but slowly said, "There are people who are far more talented than me."

I was stunned for a moment - the meaning in this sentence was profound, far less than the ease she said on the surface.

This is also part of the reason why Miko-sama often makes me feel puzzled. I can vaguely detect that whenever she mentions someone, she always falls into an incomprehensible entanglement.

It seems to be nostalgic, but it is not pure longing, but more like mixed with too many complicated emotions, even I can't judge what is gaining the upper hand.

And who is that person, according to my intuition——

Probably the person she once admired.

Every time that person is mentioned, Miko-sama's expression will not be the same. Sometimes she will show a gentle and dazed expression, but sometimes she will clenched her fists and have a gloomy expression, making people really wonder what she is. What kind of feelings do you have for that person.

But one thing is certain—Miko-sama will never forget that person.

Just because he couldn't forget, he always talked about things related to that person inadvertently, even when he couldn't even react.

Just like now.

I intuit that the one who is more talented than her in the mouth of the priestess is the "person she admires". Logically speaking, at this time, I should only be a little curious at most, but for some reason, I suddenly felt There is a strange feeling.

This is a feeling that has never been felt before, and the reason for this feeling is actually clear at a glance.

Obviously, she didn't pay much attention to the "that person" in her mouth at first, but the longer she spent together, the more times she heard about it, the less she wanted to hear about that person.

Perhaps it is the possessive desire that some people will have in their hearts. Even though in Miko-sama's mind, I am completely different from that person, I still don't want to hear from her repeatedly about other people she cares about.

It's just... Such thoughts will only remain in the bottom of my heart after all.

It was probably because I was silent for a long time, and I don't know what the Miko was thinking, but I asked me: "Aren't you curious about who I'm talking about?"

Even if she asked me such a question, I just smiled lightly and replied: "If you are willing to tell me, you will naturally tell me."

Hearing that, the priestess raised her eyebrows, and her red lips parted slightly. Just when I thought she would take the initiative to tell me what kind of talent that person had, the priestess said: "Mu Yueji's talent is far superior to ordinary people."

I froze for a moment, not quite understanding why it suddenly came to me.

The Miko continued: "Just listening to the piece I played once, I can play it completely the next day. Even if I have never helped anyone pull their hair before, I can do it as if I have practiced it many times when I get the comb." generally."

When she spoke, the tails of her eyes were lifted up slightly, the color at the bottom of her eyes was shining with a magnificent brilliance, and the curvature of her mouth that seemed to be a smile that was not a smile added a bit of glamour.

I blinked, "How do you know I've never shaved anyone's hair before?"

Obviously, he only lived in the City Lord's Mansion for a few months.

Hearing that the expression on Miko-sama's face froze for a moment, but then readjusted at a very fast speed, she replied with a close eye, "I just heard it mentioned by the maids by chance."

But Miko-sama lives in the same courtyard as me, and there are not many people who will set foot here except for the maids who deliver food on weekdays—not to mention, except for the first few days, I and Miko-sama are almost an inch apart in the following days. Inseparable, even sleeping at night is sleeping in the same bed.

So, from which maid did she learn about it?

Although I thought it was a bit strange, it was not an important matter after all, so I didn't take it to heart, but Miko-sama's reaction seemed abnormal, and even her tone of voice became weird when she talked to me.

"Are you not feeling well?"

After I asked, Miko-sama raised her hand to support her forehead, "It's really rude."

I wanted to ask her more about what was wrong with her, but Miko-sama seemed unwilling to stay by my side at this time, and told me that she wanted to rest by herself, so she opened the barrier door from my room, disappeared from my sight.

Although this kind of statement is a bit strange, but the appearance of Miko-sama when she left, I always felt... as if she had run away.

Probably my illusion.

For several days, Miko-sama seemed to be deliberately avoiding me. Not only did I tell me that I was ill when I knocked on the door, but even when I asked Riko to give her a diagnosis and treatment, she only replied that she would rest for a few days That's it.

It's just that he doesn't want to see me.

I recalled what happened that day, and after thinking about it, I couldn't figure out what made Miko-sama angry or sad.

But just as I was sitting in the room and sighing, a maid beside my mother knocked on my barrier.

"Mu Yue Ji, madam, please go to the hall."

Hearing this, I was a little surprised. My mother hadn't asked me out of the room for a long time, but now she asked me to go to the hall...

I didn't leave immediately, but asked back: "Mother, did you say the reason?"

The maid outside the door replied calmly: "No explanation."

I frowned subconsciously, and suddenly remembered something: "So... is there any guest here?"

Perhaps it was the same as usual, when the nobles in the capital said they wanted to see me, my lord father and lord mother were not easy to shirk.

And the maid gave me an affirmative answer: "There is indeed a guest."

Just as I was guessing the identity of the guest, the maid added: "That guest seems to be a drug seller."

I was stunned for a moment, and the hand that was opening the door also stopped. When the barrier door was half opened, I saw the face of the maid outside the door, and asked: "Does that drug seller have red patterns on his face and a big wooden bag on his back?" box?"

The person who was surprised by the words turned into a maid, she nodded, as if she didn't understand why I knew this.

It's no wonder she didn't know him, after all, it had been many years since the medicine seller came to the city last time - most of the later maids didn't know about it.

That being the case, there is no need to ask any more questions. When I changed my clothes and came to the hall, I saw the strangely dressed drug seller at a glance.

"Long time no see, how is Mu Yueji?"

The young and handsome facial features were set off by those crimson patterns all the more gorgeously, the slightly raised corners of his lips revealed an elegant arc, and his voice was soft.

I nodded, and when my lord mother stretched out her hand to me, I sat down beside her, and replied, "Please be concerned, everything is fine."

Although many years have passed, I don't know if my memory is not clear, or the years have not left too many marks on his face, but I feel that the drug seller in front of me is not that big compared to many years ago difference.

After a few pleasantries, I didn't speak again. I just listened to my father asking the pharmacist about my physical condition, but the answers I got were all ambiguous.

After going back and forth a few times, my father probably understood what the drug seller meant, so he stopped asking too much about the matter, but told us to continue to deal with it after hearing that the drug seller promised to stay in the mansion for a few days. business.

As soon as my father left, my mother seemed to be unable to cheer up. Seeing this, I took the initiative to say: "If your mother is tired, go back to your room to rest."

She didn't reject my proposal. After my lord mother returned to the room, apart from the maids serving beside me, only me and the drug seller were left in the hall.

Before I could speak, the drug seller took the initiative and said, "I just happened to pass by here, so I planned to drop in to visit you."

I blinked my eyes, not quite understanding what he said: "Did you come to see me on purpose?"

Hearing that, a smile appeared on the corner of the drug seller's mouth, "Yes and no."

Something seemed to flash through his head, which made him a little concerned.

I thought back to my childhood—the first time I met the drug seller.

At that time, I was only a few years old, and the room was full of nervous maids. My father chose to go to the courtyard to calm down for a while because he could not contain his emotions, and my mother was worried that he would also go out together.

Apart from the maids, only me and the medicine seller were left in the room.

It's a little strange to say that I just woke up from the illness, but my mind was unexpectedly sober. After staring at the drug seller for a long time, I said to him: "What are you looking at?"

I myself couldn't understand why I asked such a question at that time. It was clear that the drug seller was looking in my direction, but in my opinion at that time, he was not looking at me.

"I'm seeing what you can't see now."

He said a very strange thing.

I forgot how I answered at that time, and what happened afterwards, and I don't even remember when my father and mother returned to the room.

All I know is that I remembered something in an unknown moment, but I couldn't remember a person's name.

"'Name is the shortest mantra', did you ever say that to me?"

After returning to the present, I suddenly asked about the medicine seller.

Unexpectedly, he shook his head, "I never said that to you."

So... who said this?

The doubt only troubled me for a moment, and then I was dismissed by the voice of the drug seller. He suddenly asked me: "Have you understood?"

This question came out of nowhere, but after thinking about it for a while, I knew what he was referring to.

The pharmacist once asked me a question.

He asked me, "Is there anything you care about?"

It was after saying that the reason why I became like this was because of the "curse".

And then I couldn't give an answer.

When my father and mother are by my side, it is obviously not a happy thing for them to express their true inner thoughts.

It's not that I don't love them, it's just that...my feelings for them are far less than the effort they poured into me.

It's not equal.

So at that time, even though the drug seller knew my heart well, he still didn't pierce my silence as if he didn't understand this sentence.

But at this time, he mentioned this issue again.

And I gave him the answer.

I told him: "Yes."

Like a prophet, the drug seller asked, "Is it because of someone you met?"

I nodded and said to him, "That's a very wonderful feeling."

I regard Miko-sama as my best friend, and believe that she must treat me with the same feeling.

But the voice that emerged from the bottom of my heart made me start to waver.

Because I remembered that name—the name that should be remembered in front of many people, but has always been vague.

"What's that man's name?"

"Yes... without misery."

I replied, "That is an extremely beautiful Miko-sama."

Hearing that the drug seller's expression remained unchanged, he asked me, "Do you like her?"

Without the slightest hesitation, I nodded, "That's my only friend."

Hearing that the medicine seller looked into my eyes, he suddenly asked after a while, "Does she think the same way?"

I nodded, but slightly less than last time.But judging from Miko-sama's usual behavior, no matter what, she must regard me as the only one, right?

However, at this time, the drug seller's expression seemed to have changed slightly. He closed his eyes halfway and said softly: "If you are bound by the curse called 'Misunderstanding', what will come will definitely be sorrow. ending."

I don't know if it's my delusion, but I feel that the medicine seller's tone at this time is full of pity.

I didn't want to question Miko-sama's intentions, but I just felt... something went wrong.

There always seemed to be some inconsistencies in my conversations with the pharmacist.

"But there is no misunderstanding between me and Miko." I still said this: "No matter what happens, we will always be best friends."

Hearing that the medicine seller's complexion didn't change at all, he still had a faint smile, and his soft facial features always gave people a feeling that he was easy to get close to.

"Since your thoughts are like this..." The drug seller's voice gradually quieted down, I didn't hear the rest clearly, and I didn't feel the need to hear clearly, so I didn't continue to be obsessed with it .

**

With regard to the arrival of the medicine seller, the maids in the city were most obviously affected. Even I noticed this—since he came to the city, within a few days, most of the maids were very fond of him. close.

It is probably due to his gentle and considerate personality that he was able to get close to other people in the city in such a short period of time.And this kind of thing will probably never happen to another guest.

I'm talking about Miko-sama.

It has been several months since I came to the city, and I have never even had such an ordinary relationship with anyone other than me. Only then did I realize that for Miko-sama, the position I occupy seems to be completely worthy The relationship between us on my mind.

But since that day when she avoided me for unknown reasons, the number of times we have met has been reduced to a handful, not to mention that after the drug seller came to the city, I felt more and more that the Miko was not even willing to open the barrier for me. I don't want to.

At this time, I remembered what the medicine seller said.

If it is because of some misunderstanding that the relationship between me and Miko-sama is affected...

Then one day she suddenly came to say goodbye to me, like a drug dealer who never knew whether there would be a next meeting—this kind of thing, just thinking about it for a while was enough to make me unable to settle down.

So after thinking about what I must do to avoid that day, I knocked on Miko-sama's barrier again at night.

Standing at the door, I heard an indistinct reply from inside.She rejected me because she was unwell, but I didn't leave by myself as usual because of this. Instead, I opened the barrier door without her permission, and got into her room through the crack of the door.

In the past, I didn't even need to think about how Miko-sama would react when I made such a move.But now, even the movements when stepping forward have become more cautious.

I always feel that I have a sneaky feeling at this time...

Within sight, Miko-sama was sitting at a low table with her back facing me. The burning candles on the table reflected her figure, casting that hazy silhouette on the wooden floor.

The movement of me entering the door must have fallen into her ears, but Miko-sama didn't make any sound, she still turned her back to me, sitting there as if she didn't know anything.

I stopped a few steps behind her and slowly sat in her shadow.

After making mental preparations for a while, I called her softly, "Master Miko?"

After I voluntarily made a sound, Miko still didn't respond, and only the slender figure of her back fell into my eyes.

At this time, I suddenly felt a strange feeling.

It was as if at some point, I was sitting in the shadow of someone like this, watching him silently turn his back to me, not saying anything, not moving at all... I couldn't even see any vitality.

"Are you angry?"

I asked her.

It was said that Miko-sama's back seemed to move slightly, but she still didn't turn around.

With a little bit of confidence, I asked her tentatively: "Is it because of what I said?"

After my voice stopped, the atmosphere of silence began to spread in the room, the dim candlelight filled the Japanese-style room, and the chill brought by the winter penetrated into the skin, making people shrink back involuntarily.

In fact, when I came in, I discovered that there was no charcoal lit in Miko-sama's room.

It's not impossible, I can see that the brazier containing charcoal is placed in a corner away from the bedding, and I can probably guess the reason - Miko-sama doesn't seem to like burning charcoal in the room.

When I came back from the hot spring, the room was also so cold. It was because I hugged my shoulder and touched it, that's why Miko-sama lit the charcoal.

When she was alone, she naturally wouldn't do such things that she didn't like.

Although I don't understand the reason for this habit, judging from Miko-sama's behavior, she must care more about me than the indifferent appearance on the surface.

Seeing this, I continued to ask, "What's the reason for that?"

Miko-sama still didn't reply, and I was a little bit at a loss with her motionless appearance.

"If something happened to make you like this, why didn't you tell me?"

I can't understand it either.

And this sentence still has not been answered.

I was silent for a moment, and finally said: "Wu Mi, what are you thinking?"

Not only did my previous words accumulate to a certain extent, but this sentence hit her at a certain point. The Miko finally turned around, her blood-colored eyes stared at mine, and her slightly curled long hair hung down her body. side.

"Mutsuki-hime." The Miko-sama spoke softly, but what she said was a topic that was completely incompatible with my question, as if she was careless, and seemed to have thought it up after careful consideration.

She said: "I heard that a few days ago a drug seller came to the city."

I was also stunned for a moment when I heard this, not quite understanding why another person was suddenly mentioned.

But since the Miko opened her mouth, I can only answer: "Yes."

"What kind of person do you think that is?"

Miko-sama's eyes fell on my face, which made me startled for no reason.

I blinked my eyes and hesitated for a moment: "He is... a very gentle person."

Hearing that Miko-sama frowned, with obvious displeasure showing on her face, I suddenly realized that I shouldn't have said that kind of thing, so I added: "But in my opinion, Miko-sama is far gentler than him." many."

The expression on Miko-sama's face suddenly became a little subtle.

She frowned, and a questioning voice sounded in front of me: "There is no need to use such words to please me."

Being able to say this kind of thing just proves that Miko-sama is actually very self-aware of her temper.

but--

"I'm not flattering you."

I stretched out my hand and touched her fingertips, and the cold feeling became even more chilling in the already cold weather: "Although you are always inexplicably angry, and you always show a cold face to me from time to time, most of the time It will make me feel hard to fathom..."

Hearing this, Miko-sama's complexion became more and more ugly, and a dark gloom climbed onto her face, as if she was going to ask me to leave her room immediately in the next second.

But before that, I squeezed her palm.

"The reason why I have feelings for you is naturally not because of these reasons."

Miko-sama's expression suddenly became a little dazed.

She looked down at our interlocking palms, and was about to say, "So you..."

"So I like you because of other reasons."

I followed her words and said: "Because you look at me with eyes that I have to care about, and you also smile from the bottom of your heart, and you force yourself to do things for me that you don't actually like. .”

I leaned over to get close to her, put my arms around her neck, put my chin on her shoulder, leaned into her ear and asked softly, "Can we make up?"

Although I still didn't understand the reason for Miko-sama's mood change in the end, the result was satisfactory.

After I asked like this, Miko-sama also responded to my hug and hummed lightly.

And Miko-sama finally appeared in front of me again.