fictional spring

Before I came here, I just thought the name of the Bliss Sect was very strange, like the kind of side branch that made a few people together, and then spread the teachings everywhere, just to attract more believers.

But after coming here, I feel that there is nothing wrong with calling this name.

The patriarch is smiling most of the time, and when he is not smiling, he looks compassionate, as if as long as he is there, there will be eternal bliss.Corresponding to this is that believers in the church, no matter what their status is, no matter what they encounter, they are treated equally in the church.

After a few days, I also had a basic understanding of the situation in the church. It is true that this is a place called a paradise, but for me, whether I stay here or stay at home, it doesn’t really matter much. the difference.

It's just... Mother doesn't seem to think so.

When I told her that I wanted to stay here for a longer time, my mother told the driver to go back and tell my father, and she stayed here with me.

Unlike me, whose schedule is almost the same at home, my mother would get up early every morning, chant scriptures, sit in meditation, and pray with the believers in the church. Compared with the believers in the church, it is even worse.

Therefore, when the Master Patriarch summoned me, he also mentioned this matter.

"Muyue must be very happy, because there is a mother who loves you so much." He sat cross-legged, with one hand propped on his face and smiled, "She has been praying for you since she came here, and I hope you can recover soon."

"Yes." I replied softly.

I am naturally happy. If anyone is in my position, it must be the same feeling - someone cares about me, someone expects me, and someone loves me.

So I raised my face to look at him, and caught a glimpse of those eyes set in the sockets, which were as beautiful as a rainbow.

"Then is Master Patriarch happy?"

When I asked this question, the smile on the ancestor's face seemed to froze for a short time, but that expression only stayed on the face for a moment, and when I looked closely, it was an impeccable gentle smile, as if everything was just mine illusion.

He bent his eyes, and his iridescent pupils were full of beauty: "Because I hope everyone can be happy, so of course I am also the same."

He clearly said happy words, but I couldn't feel his happiness. This reminded me of Mr. Doctor, but Mr. Doctor is obviously different from the Godfather.

I looked into those beautiful and gorgeous eyes and asked again: "Is it really like this?"

The smile on Master Jiaozu's face faded slowly, and there was neither sadness nor joy on his expressionless face. Although this kind of statement is strange, I feel that this seems to be the real him.

He lowered his head slightly, the expression in his eyes was unclear, and his deep voice was vague/ambiguous for no reason: "Why do you ask?"

I didn't retreat to avoid his approach, but leaned forward slightly, shortening the distance between myself and him again.From this distance, he could already clearly smell the bloody smell from his body—it was a stronger smell than when he first saw him.

But what I am concerned about now is not the origin of this bloody smell, but——

"Because I can't feel your happiness." I looked at the calm face in front of me and said, "Expressions will appear on your face, you will cry when you are sad, laugh when you are happy, and smile when you are sad." You will lower your eyes, and it seems that you can tell people's emotions at a glance. Your voice is indeed full of emotion, your voice will tremble when you cry, your tone will rise when you are happy, and it will lower when you are sad..."

"So I find it very strange." I looked straight into his eyes and expressed my doubts: "I have seen and heard all of this, but I can't feel it at all."

I've heard pity in his voice and seen tears in his face, but I can't feel the sadness in him.And that's how he feels when he's happy.

But this is different from the situation with Mr. Doctor. I know these feelings exist in Mr. Doctor, but I can't empathize with his emotions.However, the Patriarch is not elusive to me, but more like... All his emotions are just a superficial disguise.

Whether you cry or laugh, it doesn't come from the heart, it's just a fake mask.

The last sentence stayed in my heart, because I knew that even if I didn't say it, he would definitely understand what I was thinking.

"...Really?" Master Jiaozu narrowed his eyes, but the expression on his face still didn't fluctuate much.

But at this moment, the surrounding atmosphere became a little strange, as if some kind of dangerous atmosphere began to permeate the air.

So I went on to say, "I know someone who always feels a little like you."

Master Jiaozu was silent for a moment, and put a smile on his face again, swept away the coldness brought by that expressionless look, and changed back to the usual light and wind, and asked with interest. Said: "What kind of person is that?"

"It's a doctor invited from home." I recalled the appearance of Mr. Doctor in my mind and described it to Lord Godfather. When talking about his unique pair of red eyes, the expression in Godfather's eyes changed slightly, as if he remembered something.

"What's the doctor's name?" he asked.

I never call Mr. Physician by his name on weekdays, and the reason is a bit strange to me—because I feel that there is a sense of incongruity in it, as if... Mr. Physician is not called by this name.

"It's Mr. Tsukihiko."

The godfather was playing with a golden fan, with exquisite patterns carved on the leaves. When he opened the fan, I realized that the edges of these fan leaves seemed too sharp.

The icy and sharp luster reflected from the edge of the fan, the ancestor's eyelids drooped slightly, and his fingertips stroked the pattern on the fan blade.

I looked at his fingertips, then raised my eyes and said to him: "Speaking of which, the smell of Godfather is somewhat similar to that of Mr. Yue Yan."

The Patriarch stared at me for a long time before showing that innocent and gentle smile.

"Muyue," he stroked the top of my hair, calling my name softly, his palm slowly slipped from the top of my hair to my cheek: "You are the smartest child I have ever seen, but sometimes, too smart It’s not something to celebrate either.”

I took his hand off my face and asked back, "So you think so?"

He didn't seem surprised that I would make such a move, so he retracted his palm very naturally and put it on his lap.

"So Mutsuki has something to say to me?"

I paused for a moment, and after I was mentally prepared: "My lord, you are not a human being, are you?"

The atmosphere before us suddenly fell silent.

In fact, you can know the answer without asking, but Master Patriarch gave me a lot of face. He spread his hands helplessly, with a very distressed look: "Since you have discovered it, there is nothing you can do~"

Just say so.

The patriarch, who was exposed by me as inhuman, doesn't seem to be troubled by this matter at all.

It was clear that only the two of us were in the room at this time, but he didn't do anything to me, not even a threatening word of "can't tell this matter".

"You are really a strange child," the patriarch murmured, holding his cheeks with his hands, "shouldn't it be fear or vigilance at this time, it's fine to say anything, how can anyone expose it so bluntly?" After taking on someone else’s identity, you’re still sitting here~”

The so-called "ghosts" are cruel monsters that feed on human beings. No matter how similar their appearance is to human beings, they cannot conceal their nature of being of a different kind.Lord Godfather is right, I really shouldn't continue to sit here at this time.

"Then..." I stood up, bowed to him and said, "Excuse me, I'd better go back to my room first and come back tomorrow."

Above the hanging white curtain hangs the word "Bliss" written in Chinese characters, and the patriarch sitting in the tent is full of smiles, as if the word is a true portrayal of himself.

"It's like I'm driving you away, I don't mean it at all." Master Godfather explained: "I actually like Mutsuki very much in my heart, so I hope you will stay in the church for a while. "

"Yes, I believe you." I told him.

The godfather tilted his head, with a puzzled look on his face, he puffed up his cheeks and looked at me, but he didn't speak.

I said to him: "I also find it very interesting to chat with you."

Although I can't feel the ups and downs of emotions, watching the changes in the expression on his face is indeed a novel experience.

The ancestor couldn't help laughing, his rainbow-like eyes were covered by his eyelids, he slowly opened his eyes, the look inside was still so beautiful that there was no haze.

"In that case..."

The Godfather raised his hand and took off his hat, because the top of his head was covered by the hat, and only then did I see a small piece of bright and conspicuous color like splashed blood on top of his head.

My attention was completely drawn to the color of the top of the hair: "What is this?"

At first I thought it was really not very infected blood, but Master God Patriarch took my hand and put my palm on his head.

The height of his sitting on the fu mat is lower than that of me standing up. When I subconsciously touched the hair of my hand, the godfather looked up at me.

"Surprised, because you think it's blood stains?"

He smiled happily, like a child who has done some mischief and succeeded, with a little pride on his face: "It's the trace left when the adult gave me the blood, but I don't know why it was washed. It won't fall..."

Although I don't know who "that lord" he is talking about, is it really okay to tell me this kind of thing casually?

"It's okay." As if seeing through what I was thinking, Godfather held my hand and put it on his face: "Look, Muzuki, I touched your hair and cheek, and you touched me, so we Is the relationship between them getting better?"

I thought about it seriously, and found that there seemed to be nothing wrong with saying that, so I nodded.

He smiled and said, "Then come here early tomorrow, I will always be here waiting for you."