fictional spring

When I saw Wu Mi again, I was standing outside the imperial curtain and saw the thin figure hunched over there.

Even though the temperature has already picked up now, and it is even approaching summer, the frail Wuyou can only stay in his room, unable to blow the wind or walk normally.

It was only when I saw him again that I realized how weak his body was.

Obviously on the day of Yuanfu, he just looked paler.

Probably seeing the change in my expression, the owner of Ubuyashiki also opened his mouth to say something to me.

"Wu Mi that child..."

"During the ceremony of the Yuanfu, was Wu Mi's condition actually better?"

I interrupted the words of the head of the Ubuyashiki family.

He showed a somewhat complicated look, and then nodded.

Although the head of the Ubuyashiki family still seemed to want to stay here, but I told him directly: "I want to stay alone with Wuyou for a while, is that okay?"

When I asked this question, I could predict the answer - the owner of Ubuyashiki had no reason to refuse.

No matter from all aspects, it won't do any harm to let me be alone with Wu Mi.

So he withdrew with his attendants, and looked back at me before leaving, as if he was thinking about something.

I don't care what he thinks, just as I don't care about any rumors around the accident, and it didn't take long to appear outside the imperial curtain, and there was an angry voice from inside.

"Who's standing outside?"

The youthful voice came from the other side of the curtain, as if he was angry for something again.

I did not speak.

But within a few breaths, something was thrown out of it, followed by an unfriendly voice: "Go away!"

I suddenly froze for a moment...

All I saw through the imperial curtain was Wuyou's blurred figure, and for the same reason, from his perspective, he probably couldn't see who was standing outside the imperial curtain.

Because of this, you will show your truest side.

It turned out that the usual Wu Mi...is this what he looks like?

At the moment when my mind was full of thoughts, something was thrown out of it again, but it was not as powerful as when it was thrown out for the first time, accompanied by a violent coughing sound.

These are all telling me - just such a move is enough to make him sickly.

Although it is a bit strange to say this, after all, my age is even younger than Wu Mi, but to be honest——

This is the most miserable child I have ever seen.

For some reason, this feeling popped up in my heart.

It is probably because of such a mentality that when facing Wu Mi, he feels that he needs pity.

I lifted the imperial curtain and went straight into his room.

The thin boy was bent over and almost lay on the ground, and the sound of a violent cough overflowed from his thin body, probably because of the discomfort, the arched back trembled uncontrollably.

He probably also heard my footsteps and sensed the movement of someone coming in. Wu Mi put his palms on the ground and raised his head abruptly.

There was still undissipated anger on that slightly immature face, and the red plum-colored eyes were particularly deep in the somewhat dark room, filled with hatred——

It wasn't the look that was shown to me.

The reason why he is so certain is that when Zai Wuyou raised his face, when his gaze touched my face, the anger on that face suddenly seemed to have some kind of change.

Instead, there was more trance and doubt—as if he couldn't believe it, his eyes widened slightly, and his low and narrow eyebrows became more lovely.

I blinked and returned his gaze.

"No misery."

When I whispered his name like this, walked up to him and squatted down slightly, and looked at Wuyou who was sitting on the tatami, he was still like this—with a slightly dazed look in his eyes look at me.

I just think it's cute.

She is pitiful when she coughs violently due to her frail body, but she is cute when she opens her eyes and looks at me...

After finally recovering, Wu Mi who called out my name had a strange beauty in that voice.

Even I can't explain why it happened like this—it's just a boy who has met two or three times, but it seems... enough to shake Seimei-sama's position in my heart.

This is extremely rare... no, it should be said to be unique.

Even Brother Laiguang and Boya, if they are really compared, their status in my heart may not be comparable to Master Seimei.

But nothing is the same.

It doesn't matter if you don't understand the reason, this is the principle I learned from Brother Boya, don't think about things that you don't understand, and Master Seimei also told me——

Just listen to your heart.

So here I am.

Because the voice in my heart tells me that I want to see Wumi.

I took out my handkerchief and handed it to him again. The pale boy looked at me, then at the handkerchief in my hand.

This time, he didn't brush my hand away.

It was clearly the end of spring, but his fingers still had a strong sense of coolness, and just rubbing them lightly made people feel that the skin had become extremely cold.

The boy who took the handkerchief covered his mouth with the handkerchief and coughed again, but it was much lighter than before.

I stared at his movements for a while, and suddenly stretched out my hand again. When he stopped coughing, I put the wisteria flower I brought by his side, and then held his hand.

Probably because he didn't expect me to make such a move, the shock on Wu Can's face became more and more obvious, he opened his mouth slightly, but he couldn't say anything.

I put his hands together in my palms—although my palms can't cover them all, but...

At least after a while, I can feel that they are gradually receding coolness.

"Would this be better?"

When Wu Mi stared at me with complicated eyes that didn't know what he was thinking, I asked him like this.

Wu Mi didn't answer, so I pulled his hand towards me again, and asked again: "Will it be warmer?"

Because the sun that is about to fall on the mountain is blocked by the imperial curtain, and the interior is ambiguous, and the color is a bit more drowsy than the outside. Under such light, Wu Mi's appearance can make people feel sick. , fragile and pale.

Although the Yuanfu ceremony has passed, Wu Mi didn't tie her hair up today, and her loose hair was scattered on both sides of her cheeks and shoulders, making her look slumped and decadent.

He just stared at me silently with those sad red plum-colored eyes, without speaking or moving.

Just when I thought he would keep silent like this, a soft voice sounded in front of me, as if it would disperse when the wind blows.

"Ah."

It's no misery.

After getting such a response, I couldn't help laughing, and leaned slightly in the direction of Wu Mi, watching him trembling with crow-black eyelashes, casting light shadows under his eyes.

Even such a demeanor can make people feel extremely lovable.

I had this idea.

But after that, a strange silence spread between us, and there was an unknown strange atmosphere around me. I felt that the hands belonging to another person in my hands had warmed up a lot, so I let go took his hand that he was holding.

I don't know if it was my illusion, but when I let go of his hand, I subconsciously raised my eyes to look at Wu Mi's expression, and what flashed across his face was like some kind of emotion called "loss" .

And all I can be sure of now is that he doesn't hate me.

Because I don't hate it, so I would ask me if I could come to see me again, but it's also because I just don't hate it, that's why I didn't bother to look for me.

But this kind of not annoying can also allow me to sit with him in his room calmly at this moment, and even hold his hand without being rejected.

With our current relationship, such a gesture is enough to make me happy.

No matter what Wu Mi thinks, in my opinion - he probably doesn't resist my visit.

When I let go of my hand, his eyes fell on the bunch of wisteria flowers beside me, and he stayed for a while, but he didn't ask me.

The feeling of Wu Mi at this time is completely different from the furious him I saw standing outside the imperial curtain, because Wu Mi at this time, in front of me, is only extremely quiet and pale. appearance.

If you think about it more carefully, you can't help but feel a certain idea. Rather than saying that he was furious at the beginning, it would be more like he couldn't help feeling restless because of certain problems.

Thinking of this, I picked up the wisteria beside me, held the branch and handed it to him: "This is the wisteria I picked just now."

Wen Yanwu miserably squinted his eyes, he slightly lifted his face to look at me, there was some emotion in his plum-colored eyes.

"so what?"

He asked such questions.

As if he couldn't wait to get a definite answer from me, Wu Mi, who asked such a question, looked closely into my eyes, as if he didn't want to miss the slightest bit of expression.

I was a little surprised by this reaction, so I subconsciously blinked and opened my eyes wider to look at him.

"Because I heard that the wisteria flowers over Horikawa bloom beautifully, so I pestered the maid and told him that I must go there to see it." I said to him, "It's really beautiful. The purple petals fell on the ground, that's me. The most gorgeous and beautiful scenery I have ever seen.”

Hearing my answer, Wu Mi pursed his lips and asked me, "Do you like wisteria flowers?"

I nodded, not only because every year at the Kamo Festival, I would travel in a sedan chair decorated with wisteria flowers, but also because——I like that color.

Hearing this, Wuyou asked me again: "Then, do you want me to see this too?"

The words seemed to be tentative, but there was a bit of caution in them, as if I had vaguely expected some kind of expectation in my heart, but because I didn't say any clear words, I only used vague words to carry out the slightest hint. touch.

Looking at Wu Mi's expression, I suddenly found it very interesting.

"Are you happy?"

Seeing that I didn't answer, but smiled again, Wu Mi asked why I showed such an expression, "Is it because I picked my favorite wisteria flower?"

Obviously what I really want to ask is not this, but Wu Mi in front of me just said this kind of thing.

This not-so-frank look can sometimes be extraordinarily amusing.

So I shook my head and said to him: "Although it is very happy to see the wisteria I like, I am not only happy because of the wisteria."

Wen Yan's expression changed slightly, the way he looked at me reminded me of something very interesting.

Wanted to tease him a little bit.

I had such a thought in my heart, but it was suppressed in the next second. It doesn't matter what I say in front of Master Qingming, because I know that Master Qingming can bear such words and follow my words Keep joking with me.

But Wu Mi... probably can't do this.

It's not that I feel regretful, nor do I feel that there is anything wrong with this, but I just feel that since I have known Wu Mi's character and ability to bear it, then...

What I can do in front of him and what I can't do in front of him is already clear enough.

So when Wu Mi asked me "Why did you say that?", I told him my thoughts.

"Because I saw Wu Mi."

After I said such words, Wu Mi showed an overly surprised look, and even leaned back because of it, as if he was frightened by something.

When I tilted my head and started to think about how I frightened him, he turned his face away and didn't look at me.

"Are you angry?"

Seeing that he didn't turn his face away for a long time, and I couldn't see his specific expression at this time, so I took the initiative to tell him: "The wisteria flowers are intended to be given to Wu Mi."

After I told him so clearly, he didn't take any action.

So I asked again: "You don't want to?"

At this time, the person who was puzzled became me. Obviously, I also accepted the wisteria flowers decorated on the sedan chair that I asked the witch to send over. At least it can prove that Wu Mi doesn't hate things like wisteria flowers, right?

But now there is no response...

This kind of doubt did not last long, because soon Wu Mi turned his face back, he took the wisteria flower I held to him, and said to me softly: "Thank you."

What I saw at this time was so miserable that it could almost be called "gentle".

Because it was the first time I saw him look like this, so I subconsciously kept my eyes on him for a while, Wu Mi seemed not used to this kind of staring, and asked me in an unnatural tone: "Why do you keep looking at me?" ?”

"Because it looks good."

"..."

Wen Yanwu was silent for a while, probably because my overly blunt words made him hard to react, and even his cheeks blushed slightly, but when I pointed this out, he glared at me.

I tried my best to keep my eyes wide open and look back at him.

In the end, Wu Mi was defeated in the stalemate first—probably because he couldn't keep his eyes open for as long as I did.

But even if he lost the wind, Wu Mi was still as quiet as before, neither angry nor angry.

Seeing Wu Mi like this, I suddenly asked him: "Didn't you ask me before if you could come to me?"

Wen Yan Wuyou's body seemed to become a little stiff, as if he had heard something that made him restless, he appeared not very stable.

"I……"

After a while, he opened his mouth as if he wanted to explain something, but after the first word blurted out, the rest of the words couldn't be uttered smoothly.

So he just opened his eyes and fell silent again.

I can probably see that he is not in the right state at this time, so I said to him: "I don't mean to blame you."

After I said these words, Wu Mi's state seemed to change again. He stared at my face, apparently waiting for my next words.

So I told him: "In fact, at the beginning, I often asked the priestesses guarding in front of the torii gate whether you have come to see me, but every time I got a negative answer. Although there were times when I felt lost, I still I feel that Wu Mi must have something to do and was restrained by something, that's why he couldn't come to me."

This sentence is not the tone of the question, but I am stating my own opinion.

Wu Mi, who was sitting in front of me, moved his lips, "I thought about going to you."

I tilted my head, calmly waiting for his next words.

But Wu Mi probably just wanted to say such a sentence, so after finishing speaking, he returned to silence again.

In fact, no matter what he looks like, I think Wu Mi is very cute, so even if he doesn't say a word, I can still say it on his face for a long time.

After all—he doesn't reject my words.

Even though he didn't answer, Wu Mi didn't show any resistance or impatience to listening to me.

"So I thought, since that's the case, then I'll be the one to find Wu Mi."

I said to him like this, and moved a little closer, almost to the distance where I could touch my cheek. I asked him: "What do you think of Wu Mi? Does Wu Mi want me to come to you? What I want to do can be done Or can't it?"

Wen Yan Wuyan looked away unnaturally, and said to me: "This kind of thing..."

After turning his gaze slightly to the side and realizing that I was still staring at him intently, Wu Mi's voice was soft.

"can."

After he said this, as if he suddenly remembered something, he pursed the corners of his mouth and said, "But you are the He Mao Zhai-in, how could the Miyayashiki family let you come in person."

When I was talking about this, I saw that Wu Mi's expression suddenly changed from a somewhat bright look at the beginning, to one with a sense of loss and depression.

The reason, if it is what I think...

"There's no need to worry about such things."

I touched his face with a smile, and said to him when his expression changed greatly: "Kamosaiin is Kamosaiin, Mutsuki is Mutsuki, Kamosaiin will not come to visit the Miyayashiki family, but Mutsuki can come to visit Miserable?"

When he said the last sentence, Wu Mi was silent for a long time.

His reaction is always like this, for a while, he seems to be a little bit happy because of something, but this kind of mood often doesn't last long, and before I have time to see clearly, it will disappear without a trace.

All that was left was a paleness that came from nowhere, like sadness and panic.

I thought that Wu Mi would not give me any answer at this time, and if he didn't reject me, it could be regarded as his acquiescence, but at this time, Wu Mi spoke.

It's a surprising answer.

"No."

Wu Mi said this to me.

This time, the person who was stunned became me, and the palm on his cool cheek just stopped there.

Wu Mi raised his hand and held the back of my hand, but he didn't want to hold my hand, but took my hand from his cheek.

He didn't look at me, but cast his gaze in the direction of Yulian, as if he remembered something, Wu Mi said: "I knew one thing as early as when I was young."

"That's my future," he said, "I... have been suffering from illnesses since I was a child, so whenever I see those doctors, they will only tell me that my life will not exceed 20 years old."

When it came to this, there was no miserable pause.

I saw his fingers on his knees tightly grasping the corner of his clothes, as if he was recalling something unacceptable-it is normal to find it unacceptable, no matter who it is, Such a thing as not living to be 20 years old... is too tragic.

Only at this time did I understand more clearly why Wu Mi stopped me when he met me, even though he knew that with his own identity, he could not say a word of superfluous words to me as He Mao Zhaiyuan , asking me why I gave him such a name.

Because for Yu Wumi, all words and expressions about "misery", "pity" and "sympathy" are great torture and thorns like thorns.

It is precisely because I understand Wu Mi's mood and his thoughts that I want to stick to my own views.

"Will not."

I held his palm with my backhand and said to him, "That kind of future won't happen to you."

Master Seimei once said to me that words are also a kind of curse, and to expand it, almost everything in this world can be called a "curse".

Therefore, what I am saying now can probably be called a "mantra".

Because I said that Wu Mi will not usher in such a future, so if Wu Mi also accepts this statement, it is not surprising that things really change.

I don't know if my words had an effect, or Wu Mi thought of something on his own, his expression became a little dazed.

"Is it because I'm 'Wu Mi'?"

When he asked me like this, he could already see the change in his thinking.

If Wu Mi didn't believe what I said, then he wouldn't take the name "Wu Mi" that I gave him.

I put my fingers through his fingers and said to him, "Because you are 'Wu Mi'."

Wen Yan Wuyou suddenly laughed, it wasn't a smile like me, nor was it a smile like Master Qingming's—it was just a tight and small arc, so short that it seemed like an illusion.

But it did appear on Wu Mi's face.

"Mu Yueji," Wu Mi lowered her head, her gaze fell on our intertwined palms, and just as I was thinking about what he would say, Wu Mi said, "You're holding on tight. "

"..."

I was silent for a moment, then let go of my hand, changed my sitting position and sat cross-legged in front of him.

The setting sun outside the house has completely disappeared in the dark sky, and the light inside the room has also become extremely dim. I thought that if I didn’t leave, the maid would rush in to find me. I got up and groped for a while, and while asking, I found the candlestick .

"Wu Mi," I said to him after lighting the candlesticks, "when you recover, let's go see the wisteria together."

Under the candlelight, Wu Mi's eyes were dark, but he smiled, a soft and shallow smile.

"OK……"