fictional spring

The young man who jumped in from the window of my room to find Oiran Ji Ji told me that his name was Tong Mo.

"Tongmo?"

I repeated the name softly, and saw that he actually showed a look of anticipation.Like...waiting for something to come to my mind.

But unfortunately, I can't think of anything.There wasn't even an iota of familiarity about the name.

Tong Mo probably understood this, so he asked me: "Is it true that I can't remember anything?"

I shook my head slightly: "I'm sorry."

Because I can't remember it, and I don't feel familiar, so I can only answer him like this.

The regret and loss on his face disappeared so quickly that people couldn't help but wonder if such emotions really existed in him, or if everything was just a faux pas.

The young man who opened his mouth clearly called "Falling Princess", but at this time he didn't pay attention to Oiran Jiji at all. In the gap, I glanced at Oiran Jiji's face. Full of gloomy.

"Master Tong Mo." She said: "If you have anything to ask me, then go to my room directly, or don't stay here..."

Before he finished speaking, Tong Mo took up the conversation: "Although I really wanted to find Fallen Ji at first, but after seeing Mu Yue, I still want to talk to Mu Yue more~"

He smiled innocently and carefree, showing his pointed canine teeth, clearly he looked like a young man, but he still carried the childish innocence of a teenager.

And those bright iridescent eyes are filled with shimmering light that is enough to confuse people's minds.

I couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and looked away a little embarrassedly.

At this moment, Fern Ji Huakui said: "But she is the one that the lord has his eyes on."

Hearing that Tong Mo cast his eyes on her, the smile on his face didn't diminish at all, "So, it turns out that Mu Yue has already met that lord."

Tong Mo who said such words seemed to have foreseen this matter.

I couldn't help but began to wonder, feeling at a loss about my acquaintance with them.If it's Wu Mi, after all, I feel familiar, but Tong Mo's side... what's going on?

I am afraid that such doubts can only be kept in my heart-don't ask.I suddenly had such an idea.

That kind of thing, knowing or not knowing, probably makes no difference.

But maybe Tong Mo didn't think so, that's why he continued to stay here, and asked me: "Is Mu Yue getting along well with that adult?"

I nodded subconsciously, and my palm couldn't help covering the back of my mutilated hand.

This move was obviously seen by him, Tong Mo's eyes seemed to darken a bit, and the expression on his face also changed slightly: "How did you do it?"

He asked why.

I didn't speak, and the person who explained it was Fern Princess Oiran, her tone was straightforward and arrogant, and there was a sense of warning in her words.It's like saying to Tong Mo - don't try to get closer.

For Fern Ji Oiran, perhaps Wu Mi is not her guest.

I suddenly realized this, because what she is doing now is like... in awe of Wu Mi.

I don't know if it was the words of Hua Kui Ji Ji that played a role, Tong Mozhen was silent for a long time, his eyes were moving between us, and after a while he said: "It's not what you think, Luo Ji."

Tong Mo propped his chin and said with great interest: "That adult knows about it, he has always known about the matter between me and Yue."

Hearing this, I opened my eyes slightly: "What between us...?"

What's going on between me and Tong Mo?

Can't remember anything.

But his idea is different from mine, because he said to me: "A long time ago, I told you, right? I once met a girl who was about your age, because when I met It was so tragic, so I saved her..."

When he said this, Fern Ji Huakui's eyes were plucked at him as if they were real.

I suddenly had some kind of thought, "That girl... is the Oiran Fern Princess?"

He laughed, but didn't answer my question, but said, "Does Mutsuki feel happy now?"

Such a question made me suddenly stunned. I neither understood the reason why he said those words to me, nor why he asked me like this. It was clear that we were strangers in my eyes, but he showed a With a familiar appearance, he told me things that I had no impression of.

But if you ask me if I am happy now, then my answer——

"Yes."

I said to him, "It's happiness."

Because I am going to marry Wu Mi, and the person I love also loves me, everything has a response, and everything has a result.

Hearing this, he seemed puzzled and said, "Why do you feel happy?"

At that moment, he didn't seem to be looking at me, but he was looking at the person in his memory through me, through his memory.

Is it because he recognized me as someone else?

While having this doubt, I gave him the answer: "Because someone loves me."

Such an answer made Tong Mo show a dazed expression, as if he had never thought that I would say such a thing, the dazed expression stayed on his face for a long time, and then he was moved by another kind of puzzlement replace.

"Are you happy because someone loves you?"

He asked like this, but said: "So for you, this is the thing that is more important and more attractive than living?"

This sentence suddenly made my heartstrings tense. Although I always felt that Tong Mo gave me only a strange feeling before, when he said this kind of words, there was a strange sense of familiarity.It's like at some point in the past, such words have also been spoken from someone's mouth.

But that person is not Tong Mo.

Absolutely not him.

It was probably because my face was too dazed, so Tong Mo also kept quiet until I came back to my senses, and when my eyes met those iridescent eyes again, I nodded.

Tong Mo didn't speak anymore.

He seemed to understand something, but he didn't seem to understand anything. What remained on the face that should have been carefree was a serious feeling similar to contemplation.

When he was about to leave my room with Fern Ji Oiran, he suddenly stopped at the door again.

"Muyue," he turned around, and suddenly came back in front of me, his iridescent eyes were so close, I suddenly felt a sense of tension in my heart.

Tong Mo at this time, the confusion in his eyes is enough for me to understand clearly - something has been bothering him.

That kind of trouble lasted for a long, long time, so long that I can no longer remember it. In the years when we met, we have already carved marks on him.

"I still want to ask you." Tong Mo said softly, "If it were you, you would definitely be able to give the answer."

His expression at this time was very calm, all the exaggerated expressions on his face were restrained, and no emotion could be seen from that face.

But suddenly I realized something.

He said to me, "What is love?"

The rainbow-colored eyes stared at me intently, as if a question had lasted for a long time, and it still fell into my ears through the barrier of time.

But I don't know how to answer him.

I thought about it for a long time and thought a lot, and some strange vague memories emerged in my heart, so I told him: "Probably, I regard another person as more important than myself, and I want to stay in my life no matter what. By his side, even if they give everything and change everything for him, they will not regret it at all... Such a relationship can be called 'love'."

Hearing this, Tong Mo was quiet for a while, and responded softly: "That's it."

As if he understood something, he suddenly held my hand. The temperature transmitted from his fingers was actually very familiar, because I also felt this temperature on another person.

That is the coldness that does not belong to humans.

Tong Mo, who made such a surprising move, said slowly in front of me: "I once met a person."

When he finished speaking, he suddenly laughed, and he seemed to have returned to his carefree look: "That happened when I was very young. My father and mother left me because of some accidents. Go, so I was temporarily taken back home by the officials who handled the matter, and there was a girl who was slightly older than me in his family...that was his daughter."

For some reason, when I heard this story from Tong Mo, what emerged in my mind was another person's perspective.

I saw the young Tong Mo standing beside a certain man, with a well-behaved and sensible expression on his immature face, as if he was trying to please something, with his round eyes open and smiling.

This is...whose memory?

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

Tong Mo continued: "That young lady is a very gentle person. Not only would she hug me to see the moon together, but she would also tell me stories in a warm room, teach me how to read, hold my hand and show me A friendly smile..."

When he said this, he paused again.

"You're shaking."

It wasn't a question, but his tone was very certain, "Is it because I remembered something?"

Only then did I realize that the hand held by Tong Mo had also started to turn cold.

Something that didn't seem to belong to me came from all directions in an instant, and it almost made me breathless.

I didn't raise my eyes to look at Tong Mo, I just lowered my head and remained silent.

"I saw her again later."

Tong Mo took my hand and put his chin on the back of my hand, "I recognized her at a glance, even if she had forgotten everything, whether it was me or we once knew this matter, She has forgotten all about it."

Tong Mo who said such words made me feel for no reason——

so poor.

The saddest thing is to be addicted to something that no longer exists.

But at the same time, another emotion that wasn't for him also emerged in my mind, which made me purse the corners of my lips involuntarily.

"Is it."

For some reason, I suddenly made a sound.

Tong Mo was quiet for a moment, then suddenly asked me: "Can I love you?"

Such a question came so suddenly that I froze for a while before realizing what he was talking about.

"..."

I didn't answer.

He didn't ask any more questions.

Even though I didn't struggle, Tong Mo seemed to realize something, let go of my hand, stood up in front of me, and asked me: "Will you watch me leave?"

I watched his back and watched him disappear from my sight.

It was as if I had ended with something from the past, and the realization even made me feel relieved.

——*——

I left Kyogoku House and moved into a Western-style building.

Although I already know that all kinds of imported products are popular nowadays, but for me these are very strange and novel things, so when I see them appearing in front of me, I will inevitably feel restrained and cramped.

Wu Mi took my hand and led me into the other hall, telling me that this is our home.

To be honest, I actually like the word "home" that he said very much. Although it is just a sentence, the meaning in it is enough to make me happy.

This also means that the relationship between us has been more closely linked.

But for some reason, I always feel that saying such words from Wu Mi's mouth has a sense of unrealistic illusion for no reason.

It's like—he's not supposed to be the type to say something like that.

Even though Wu Mi was in front of me, he was always gentle and caring in the process of getting along with me, but I still felt that he was not such a person.

The real Wu Mi is not such a gentle, kind and harmless existence.

This kind of cognition made me fall into a certain kind of entanglement, and I was troubled by this thought for several days, probably because it was too obvious, so Wu Mi also noticed something strange.

"Want to go out and relax?"

He smiled softly and said, "Let's go for a walk on the street."

Seeing Wu Mi like this, I put my eyes on his outstretched pale palm for a while, and then slowly put my own hand on it.

This is the second time for me to go out with people. Walking on the bustling and noisy streets, looking at the brightly lit streets at night, I have the illusion of being in another world.

When passing by a movie theater, I looked at the door twice more, and led me into the theater without misfortune—this was the first time I clearly realized that the world has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The world I live in is still the slow and ancient past, but Wu Mi has entered a new era. He wears expensive shirts and vests and skillfully deals with things that are extremely strange to me.

When I came out of the theater, I looked at the brightly lit streets, and suddenly felt emotional: "When I was very young, the name of this city was not Tokyo..."

The moment I said those words, I was suddenly stunned.

Something seems... not quite right.

The city used to be called Edo, but that was a long, long time ago - as early as the year of the Meiji Restoration, Edo had become Tokyo.

But Wu Mi didn't seem to hear anything unusual at all, even the smile on his face didn't change.

Just when I was about to say something, someone suddenly pressed his shoulder.

"Ghost dance Tsuji no misery!"

That was... the voice of a teenager.

The name that came out of his mouth for Wu Mi was not "Yue Yan", but "Ghost Dance Tsuji Wu Mi".

And that voice was full of heavy and suppressed hatred.

I froze for a moment, then turned around and saw a familiar face—and the more familiar pair of flower earrings.

"...Tanjirou?"

I met kids I used to know.

A long time ago, when my father and mother were still alive, people would come to the town every winter to sell charcoal.The family who sells charcoal lives in the mountains. At the beginning, the male owner of the family carried the charcoal down the mountain to sell it. However, due to his health, the person who sold the charcoal down the mountain became the eldest son.

Kamado Tanjiro was the eldest son of that family.

And the pair of flower bud earrings hanging on his earlobe were originally on his father's earlobe, and then passed into his hands.

Tanjiro is still wearing the very familiar plaid haori, but underneath the haori is a black uniform with a stand-up collar, with a long knife hanging from his waist—and now the ban on knives has already been issued.

I thought I would never meet this child again, but I never thought: "You...what's the matter with this outfit?"

The astonishment and shock on his face were even greater than mine, he didn't seem to hear my question, his eyes moved between me and Wu Mi, those eyes were also red, but very different from Wu Mi's red eyes. He said very loudly: "Why...you are with Gui Wu Tsuji Wumi?"

At this time, I was still holding Wumi's arm, and subconsciously raised my face to look at Wumi, and what I saw was those scarlet vertical pupils, which were full of darkness and gloom that I couldn't understand.

But when he looked away, he showed me a customary smile, patted the back of my hand lightly, and said as if comforting: "It's okay, don't worry."

Looking at his expression, I suddenly realized something.

No matter how gentle and kind he appears in front of me, Guiwu Tsuji is not what he appears to be.

In Tanjiro's eyes, the one whom he hates and hates, who looks at Wuyou with eyes that seem to pull him into hell, is also the real Wuyou.

That's what he is.

Wu Mi is such an existence.

There was a small voice in my heart, the person I loved was never a kind and friendly person.

This kind of cognition made me dazed for a long time, thoughts that shouldn't have emerged from the bottom of my heart, I wanted to ask Tanjiro, asking him: "What happened?"

At this time, my tone was actually very calm, and I could even say that no matter what answer Tanjiro gave, I would not be surprised.

But at the same moment, a strange sound suddenly sounded behind us. I turned my head to see the man with a ferocious face, his eyes were protruding and his face was ferocious.

And the man's skin also seemed to undergo some strange changes, the blood vessels coiled under the thin skin seemed to be about to burst.

I suddenly raised my face and looked at Wu Mi.

A certain guess suddenly arose in my heart.

Before anyone could react, Tanjiro rushed in front of the man, pushed the man to the ground, and shouted to the other people around him not to approach them.

But I, like everyone else, watched all this with cold eyes.

——It shouldn't be like this.

It's not just that what's happening right now shouldn't be, it's also that... I shouldn't be like this myself.

The indifference and cruelty made me feel horrified.

I want to do something, I want someone to help him, Tanjiro is trying to help others, but he himself is helpless - the patrolman who came to pull his feathers, I saw the feather hidden The Chinese characters under weaving.

On the back of the black uniform with a stand-up collar, there is a big "Mie" character.

What are you trying to kill?

The moment such a question emerged from his mind, the answer had already been obtained.

devil.

Wuyou grabbed my arm, hugged my shoulders and led me away from the scene. I turned around and saw Tanjiro. In the child's eyes, there seemed to be a flame burning.

That is the hatred called "Immortality".

It's like the sound of him screaming.

I don't know what I was thinking, all I know is that Wu Mi stuffed me into the car, and when he was about to leave, I grabbed him by the corner of his clothes.

"Where are you going?"

I looked straight into his eyes, and I didn't know what the expression on his face looked like.

Wu Mi lowered her body slightly, and said softly, "I have some things to deal with now, so let the driver take you back first, okay?"

When he said something like that, I said it badly.

After what we've just seen, I seem to be able to see what he's going to do.

But this is not right.

So I want to stop him.

"I don't want to be separated from Wu Mi."

After saying this, Wu Mi slightly opened his eyes wide, as if he didn't expect to get such a response, he soon smiled again: "Alright then, let's go home first."

As if really convinced by me, Wu Mi also got into the car and returned to the annex with me.

He asked me about Tanjiro.

"Do you know that kid?"

I was silent for a moment, "I know."

"When I was young, Zaomen's family would often come to the town to sell charcoal."

Tanjiro is a kind and hardworking boy.At that time, my mother always said with emotion.

When he carried a big basket on his back and stepped on the snow all over the ground to bring us new charcoal, my mother would always let me go to the house to fetch a basin of hot water.

At times like this, Tanjiro would also show a bright smile, and I thanked him in a lively and cheerful tone for the hot water he brought.

I also asked my mother why Tanjiro was carrying such a big pannier and such a heavy load of charcoal.

My mother told me that it was because Tanjirou was my elder brother.

"elder brother?"

Because he is an older brother, he has to take care of his younger siblings.

My mother only had me as a child, and at that time, I obviously didn't understand the so-called empathy, so I asked my mother: "Then am I my sister?"

Because in my eyes, I am always the one who is taken care of.

"No," my mother patted my head and said softly, "To Tanjirou, Mutsuki is the older sister."

So, "Should I take care of Tanjirou?"

My mother's answer at that time was probably "yes", because after that, even if my mother didn't ask me to fetch water for Tanjirou, I would still prepare for him when I saw him approaching from a distance. Hot water and towels - and rice balls.

Because...that's what I should really think.