fictional spring

There was blood splashing into my eyes, and I couldn't help but close my eyes, and my vision became blurred.

I think, my expression at this time must be extremely distorted and hideous.

There were only bursts of pain coming from the root of the finger, and even the palm was a little cramped. Blood gushed out from the cut, and the lost blood caused the mind to gradually become dizzy.

At the same time as some kind of chill came, I suddenly remembered an unrelated thing—it seemed that winter was coming.

A strange mood came to my heart, but what was mixed with it was not joy or expectation, but a kind of...almost panic-like helplessness.

It's like not knowing how to deal with it.

But this feeling is not for the coming winter.That's all I can be sure of.

What really made me think this way is the spring that is coming after the cold winter.

When he realized this, his mind seemed to become less clear-probably because he hadn't made any preparations, and the cut at the root of his finger didn't mean to stop gushing blood at all.

Thick blood stained the entire low table, spread and dripped on the tatami mat made of rushes, and the corners of my clothes were also stained with a deep dark color. The place where I am at this moment is just like what I have heard before. The dire and tragic scenes in the story.

The first person to spot me was a girl I had never met before.

I don't know how she found out—after all, my barrier door has already been closed tightly, and the smell of blood should not be enough to spread to the corridor outside the door.

But my barrier was suddenly pulled open, and the girl rushed to me and squeezed my palm—to stop the bleeding for me.

She snatched the dagger from my hand, and asked me to pinch the place where she was pressing with my uninjured hand in a strong tone, and said to me: "Wait for me first, I will go outside to find you to stop the bleeding." s things."

I was stunned suddenly, subconsciously after doing what she said, after a while, she returned to my room with clean cloth and a small bottle.

In places like Huajie, medicines are actually very precious things, but she can take them out casually...

I didn't change my expression, I watched her bandage my wound silently, "Who are you?"

The girl sitting across from me looked a little older than me, with a completely different sense of health on her face, not only that, she also had a pair of firm eyes.

She's...a weird girl.

"Chizuru," she said, "my name is Chuhe, and I'm a newcomer who just came to Jinggoku House in the past few days."

While saying this, she also saw the scene in my room, and probably realized something, she asked: "Why do you want to do this?"

She was asking me - why would I do this to myself.

In fact, very few people ask me this kind of question about my own thoughts, especially the people in the store. Most of them will only ask me how to make their customers be as generous as Wu Mi, or how to Only then can you find a guest like Wu Mi.

So when Chizuru asked me like this, I thought about it for a while.

"I'm going to give it to someone."

The bandaged blood remained on the palm of my hand, and the little finger was lying quietly on the low table - pale and slender, soaked in the blackened pool of blood, showing a bit of horror and treachery for no reason.

Hearing this, Chu He frowned, probably unable to understand.She's new here, and it's normal not to know the meaning behind this kind of thing.

So I explained it to her, and like everyone else told me, I also told Chizuru about this practice.

"In this way to express love to the guests?"

She frowned tightly, seemingly incomprehensible, and opened her mouth for a long time before squeezing out something: "It's ridiculous."

I stared at the finger on the low table, and somehow echoed her words: "Yeah, that's ridiculous."

But I am not talking about my current practice, but evaluating my own ideas.

I remembered what kind of thought I had in cutting off this finger—it was because I hoped that Wu Mi would like me, and I also hoped that I could use this to ask him what I was in his mind.

The idea itself is absurd enough.

But Chizuru didn't know exactly what I was thinking, so she left my room.

I got up and went out, and asked a passing maid for a basin of water and a piece of cloth. When she took the things she handed me, she opened her eyes wide: "Your hand..."

I raised the corner of my mouth, showing a shallow smile: "It's been bandaged, don't worry."

The blood on the low table could not be completely wiped off, and the blood dripping on the tatami had already seeped into the cracks, and it was impossible to get all of it out.

But I still wiped it for a long time, until the barrier was pulled open again.

This time it was Mrs. Mitsu who came.

She didn't rush in front of me as soon as Chuhe came in, but stood behind me, watched me wipe the blood for a long time, and then said: "It can't be wiped off."

She said to me: "What has happened will definitely leave traces, no matter how hard you try to restore it, the result will be the same."

I didn't speak, but I suddenly had a feeling that what she was evaluating was not actually my act of wiping the blood.

So I raised my face and looked at her expression, "What to redeem?"

Hearing this, the proprietress frowned, "The customer's thoughts will not change because of one of your fingers. When they like you, they will like you no matter what you do. I want to use this method to win back the customer's heart." It's impossible."

I suddenly laughed.

"So you think so..."

Not so.I refuted her in my heart.

"Don't wipe it anymore, I'll have someone come and replace it for you later."

The proprietress pulled me up, "Now go get the medicine first."

"No need," I broke free from her shackles and told her, "I'm already on the medicine."

Although the proprietress was a little puzzled about where I got the medicine and bandaged gauze, she raised my hand and looked at it, and didn't say anything more.

"Do it yourself."

She left such words.

——*——

I found a wooden box of a suitable size from the cabinet, put the bloody finger into the box, and planned to let those people take the box when the gift was delivered the next day. Bring no misfortune.

But they rejected my request and asked me to hand over the gift to Wu Mi in person.

"The master will be very happy to receive your gift in return."

The attendants who left these words left Kyogoku House without any lingering as usual.

That night, Wuyou visited my room.

We were facing the sitting room, and the proprietress had already had the tatami mats and low tables in my room replaced with new ones, not only that, but also the screens in the room.

The screen with complicated patterns that I couldn't understand was replaced with a new screen with gold patterns on a black background and water patterns embroidered with Ukiyo-e.

After entering the door without misery, his gaze was on my hand from beginning to end - even if I hid my palm in the wide sleeve, he seemed to have noticed something a long time ago, watching closely with my sleeves.

"I heard you have something for me?"

No misery said.

His voice was very different from usual, it was low and gloomy, but it seemed to be suppressing something, almost blending with the dim light.

The box was in my hand, hidden by my wide sleeves.

Under the gaze of Wu Mi's dark red eyes, I took out my palm, put the box on the low table between us, and pushed the wooden box towards him by pressing the surface of the box.

He didn't reach out to take it, nor opened it immediately, but asked softly, "What's inside?"

He was clearly asking a question, but he didn't hear any doubts.

"It's what I want to give you."

I said to him, "Wu Mi, open it and have a look."

Hearing that he didn't keep still anymore, but he didn't pick up the box, but opened the lid directly, exposing the contents inside to our sight.

Staring at the pale finger that no longer had blood circulation, Wu Mi was silent for a while.

"I heard a saying." I said softly: "There is a practice in Huajie, women will cut off their little fingers and give them to benefactors. According to this saying, I only have one guest, Wu Mi, so Just chop off a finger."

Wen Yan Wuyou finally raised his face, the face that should have been full of elegance and gentleness, but at the moment it was expressionless, as if squeezing the black clouds and it was about to rain at any time.

Due to the effect of the light, his face was a little more shadowed, and I suddenly felt that the color in his eyes at this time was thicker than the blood that flowed out when I cut off my finger.

"Am I your benefactor?"

He suddenly asked this question.

Hearing this, I shook my head without the slightest hesitation, "I don't think Wu Mi is my benefactor."

The reason for making this judgment and thinking is also very simple: "Because Wu Mi doesn't want to use money to buy something from me."

I figured this out later.

Before, it was because this kind of problem was too complicated and I couldn't figure it out, but later it was because... gradually I was able to understand other people's thoughts.

If it was to buy something from me, he didn't need to get along with me in this way.

"So what am I to you?"

Wu Mi, who asked such a question, closed the box heavily, and pressed his palm on the surface of the box, which had bulging veins.

It seems to be a change caused by seeing this kind of thing.

But, "That's the question I wanted to ask."

I said to him: "I just want to ask Wu Mi, in Wu Mi's mind, what am I?"

He was slightly taken aback, but did not answer.

"Is it a plaything? Is it a pastime? Is it dispensable and can be replaced by anyone else..."?

"no!"

Before I finished speaking, Wu Mi interrupted me, he stared intently into my eyes, and said to me word by word: "No."

I put my hand on the back of his hand, and the temperature from that hand was colder than that of me who was sick all year round.

"Then what am I?"

I asked this question again.

This time, Wu Mi was not silent, he said to me: "Yuan Muyue."

"You are Yuan Mutsuki."

His voice lingered in the dark air, and the overly familiar feeling enveloped me in an instant. This name, which was almost forgotten by myself, was uttered from another person's mouth at this moment.

——This is a name that Mitsu, the proprietress of Kyogokuya, doesn't even know.

Ever since the proprietress of the last shop removed my surname, no one knew that my real name was Minamoto Mutsuki.

I don't know where Wu Mi learned this name from, but what I do know is that the serious look in his eyes when he said this name is enough to move me.

I suddenly had the urge to cry.

But what I really showed in front of him was a smile.

"I like Wu Mi."

Such words came out of my mouth.

I straightened up, supported the low table and leaned in the direction of Wu Mi, my forehead touched his forehead, and the coolness brought by the contact between the skin seemed to make my mind clearer, so I closed my eyes, in front of him A kiss was placed on the corner of his lips.

It was just a very gentle kiss, and after touching it, I planned to separate, but because someone pressed my shoulder, the movement changed.

——The distance between me and Wu Mi is getting closer.

The low table had been moved away at some point, and Wu Mi held me in his arms, and at the same time as the fierce kiss fell, the distance between us was getting tighter and tighter.

I hugged his back, and my palms could feel his spine, which was so bony as if he was in some kind of extremely weak state.

The breath between the lips and teeth was tainted with each other, which should be an extremely intimate action, but I felt for no reason that Wu Mi didn't seem to be happy at this time.

Just like me.

We hug each other, there is no distance between our bodies, our lips and teeth are lingering, we can clearly perceive each other's existence, but——between us, there seems to be some huge gap, which makes people feel a little sad for no reason.

I snuggled into Wu Mi's arms, and put my palm on his chest. Below my palm was a beating heart. Feeling such a vibration, I suddenly understood something.

——Wu Mi, maybe it’s not human.

It is also difficult for me to say the specific reason why I have such an idea, but it seems that I have informed myself in the dark. After such an idea arises, only affirmation and approval are ushered in, because there is indeed a lot to be said for Wu Mi's performance. traces of pursuit.

He never appears under the sun.

There was always a faint smell of blood on his body.

In his eyes, the pair of pupils that should be round, at certain times, they will stand up like snakes.

Just like his cold and pale skin, just like those quiet but dangerous creatures that are dormant.

Wu Mi said that he would take me out of here.

Leaving Kyogoku House and going to the new residence he prepared for me.

"We'll be forever."

His hand on my shoulder tightened a bit, and a cold kiss fell on my forehead, and he took my palm to stick to the corner of his mouth, and dropped a cold kiss on the back of that mutilated hand.

"Because you are Yuan Mutsuki."

As if explaining to me, Wu Mi said such words.

This name is like some kind of wonderful curse, which made us meet again and at the same time make us make a promise.

There was a chill in the air.

I suddenly realized: "Is winter coming?"

Hearing this, Wu Mi's body stiffened for a moment, as if remembering something, his body subconsciously reacted.

"Yes, winter has come."

While answering like this, Wu Mi suddenly said to me: "Let's get married."

Without any foreshadowing or any sign, such words came out of his mouth as if blurting out, and then fell into my ears.

I agreed.

I don’t know how he told Mrs. Mitsu, maybe other people have expected this day to come. When I was packing my things, many people came to say goodbye to me.

"so good……"

Someone looked at my palm with envious eyes.

In the past, when they showed this kind of gaze, they were often looking at my face.

The reason for such a change is also very simple, because there is a saying in the Kyogoku house that - because I cut off my little finger and gave it to Wu Mi, he was deeply moved and decided to redeem me.

It is the greatest help a guest can give.

But in fact, Wu Mi didn't just want to redeem me.

"I'm going to marry him."

While packing up, I suddenly told the others.

I probably wanted to share this rare sense of happiness for everyone to see, so I told them about it in front of them.

Hearing this, everyone showed a look of surprise, "Married?!"

I don't really care what they think. After I said it, I also realized that I didn't want to get their blessings - I just wanted to let more people know.

I could hear what they were chatting too clearly. On the last night in the Kyogoku house, someone walked into my room.

It is Fern Ji Oiran.

It's been a long time since I saw her, and it's been a long time since I heard those harsh words from her mouth, but when I raised my face, I saw the Fern Princess Oiran, but it was not what it used to be.

She said to me: "I have already heard that everyone in Jingji House knows that you are going to marry that adult."

I sat on the tatami, put my palms on my lap, and looked at her quietly.

"I don't understand." She suddenly showed a very confused look: "Why is that adult willing to marry you?"

In fact, there is a big reason why I feel that Wu Mi is not a human being—the name he said in front of me is different from the name other people call him.

He told me "Onimai Tsuji Mumai", but others called him "Tsukihiko".

"Probably because I am Yuan Mutsuki."

After thinking for a while, I gave her this answer.

Hearing this, Fern Ji Huakui showed a more confused look, as if she wanted to say something to me again, but at this moment, someone suddenly jumped in from the window.

It was a young man with white oak hair.

But on that white oak-colored hair, there was a pool of blood-splattered red marks.There was a relaxed smile on his face, as if he didn't think it was wrong to jump into someone's room through a window at night.

"It turns out that you are not in your own room, Luo Ji. No wonder you feel that there are other people around you. I thought it was..." The young man said with round eyes, and the next words were suddenly stuck.

"...Falling Princess?"

I repeated the name, and looked at Fern Princess Oiran again.

The look on her face was also replaced by surprise, but it was more like she was worried about something, and the look in her eyes made me feel like she was thinking about how to silence me.

Although such a conjecture seems a bit dangerous, it is also very possible given the usual temperament of Fern Ji Huakui.

The three of us were silent, and there was a very weird atmosphere in the room. Everyone wanted to speak, but no one spoke.

The one who broke the silence first was Fern Ji Huakui. She seemed to squeeze a few words through her teeth, looked at the young man and said, "Although I know you really want to see me, but for this kind of thing, you should come in through the main entrance." I'm better off."

—too obvious.

Fern Princess Oiran was trying to hint at that young man with his eyes.

Obviously, Fern Ji Huakui is not an intelligent woman, so even I can see such a look, not to mention the young man who jumped in from the window.

But he didn't set his eyes on Fern Ji Huakui, but approached us directly. The lights at night were not enough to illuminate the distant scene. After getting closer, I realized that he actually had a pair of strange iridescent eyes.

There is a beautiful and dazzling luster flowing inside, which completely caught my sight almost instantly.

The young man squatted down in front of me, holding a golden fan in his hand, the fan had already been opened, and the special material of the fan was engraved with patterns of lotus flowers.

"I seem to have seen you somewhere."

The young man with rainbow-like eyes suddenly smiled and said, "What's your name?"

I did not speak.

"Can't you tell me?" His expression changed very quickly. Seeing my silence, he showed a bit of disappointment, and his tone of voice was also tinged with pity.

But just for a moment, he raised his eyes again, even the night could not cover up his beautiful eyes: "Let me guess..."

The young man who spoke like this, the moment Wara Ji Huakuan spoke, also said: "Is it Mutsuki?"

"Master Tong Mo!"

Fern Princess Oiran's voice could almost be called a cry.

But after he said the name, we were all stunned-I'm sure I've never seen him, and I've never heard of him, a guest with colorful eyes visiting Kyogokuya.

Has my name expanded to the point where everyone around me can hear it?

When I was so confused, he spoke again, and what he said was my full name: "Gen Muyue."

I blinked: "...do you know me?"

My surname is something that even Warahime Oiran, who has been with Kyogokuya for more than a year, doesn't know.

Hearing this, the young man laughed, his smile was extremely bright, clean and pure without a trace of gloom, as if he was happy about something: "Of course I know Mutsuki, I met him when I was very young."

Facing the young man who said such words, I suddenly understood what he meant.

Probably because I was too young when I met him, so I forgot our previous acquaintance-but at the same time, I began to feel his good memory.

After so many years, do you still remember?