fictional spring

Faced with the persuasion of the Patriarch, I chose to go home.

No matter how much she pins her hopes on the gods and Buddhas, my mother is not so superstitious that she really thinks that the godfather is more reliable than the doctor—not to mention that I went out to enjoy the moon with the godfather last night, but today I am sick in bed. Buddha is not the best proof that works all the time.

My mother knew this very well, so when I told her that I wanted to go home, she immediately notified the driver who had already returned to get ready.

The sun was already very bright when we went out, and the Lord Godfather couldn't follow us, but stood in the shadow of the verandah to watch us leave. I saw that pair of rainbow-colored eyes slightly closed, and the Lord Godfather's handsome face hung with a smile. A very worried expression.

I waved my hand at him, and the worry on the face of the ancestor disappeared in an instant, replaced by a small canine smile, and waved his right hand more vigorously in response to me.

The Godfather really does not want me to die, although this hope is not strong, but at least it is a true thought from the heart.

It is very rare for an existence like him to have such an idea.

The Eternal Bliss Cult is a very good place, and the Patriarch is also a very kind person, but what I need now is not his kindness, but other things.

I want to see Mr. Doctor again.

I can't even explain why, when my mind went blank, this was the only thought that popped up.

Perhaps it was because of this thought that even though I was extremely unwell before getting in the car, I still didn't fall asleep.

But when we got home, the servant who had been sent to Mr. Physician's house for someone because he couldn't get through the phone couldn't bring anyone back.

The servant explained: "I knocked on the door of Mr. Yueyan's residence for a long time, but there was no response from inside. Residents around also asked, and they all said they didn't know if Mr. Yueyan was there..."

"How could this be? Did you just go out to see the doctor?"

There was anxiety in my father's words, which was accompanied by a sigh. My mother held my hand to comfort me. I just felt that the scenery in front of me seemed to be getting more and more blurred.

But the idea of ​​wanting to see Mr. Doctor is still so clear that it keeps me from falling into a coma.

There was no other way to find Mr. Doctor, so the father and mother had no choice but to order the servant to find another doctor. Fortunately, in a big place like Tokyo, it is not difficult to find a random doctor.

Although it was a temporary doctor, my condition has stabilized after all, and I feel much better after taking the medicine.Both my father and my mother thought that Mr. Physician just happened to be on a doctor's visit, but I had a different opinion.

This speculation was verified when the doctor took the initiative to visit after the sun went down.I sat on the tatami and watched him open the medicine box and take out the stethoscope from it.

As rumored, "ghosts" really can't walk in the sun.Whether it is Mr. Physician or Lord Godfather, I have never seen them standing in the sun.

"Is Mr. Doctor really not at home during the day?"

The doctor who heard my question paused, raised his eyes and asked, "Then where do you think I was at that time?"

—Maybe at home, but the door was not opened.

Although this idea popped up in his heart, he didn't say a word.

"It's precisely because I don't know that I want to ask you... By the way, I went out for a few days a few days ago, and I went with my mother to the sect recommended by her friend."

The doctor responded lightly, as if he had no interest in the matter, and asked casually, "So what did you do there to make yourself sick again?"

Until I told him: "It's because I caught a cold when I went out to watch the moon with Lord Patriarch at night."

The doctor who heard this sentence frowned, as if he was a little displeased, probably out of the doctor's psychology of wanting to cure the disease and save people, and he was annoyed or helpless at my behavior of disregarding my body.

However, for some reason, the atmosphere in the room seemed to have condensed at some point, and the barrier door had been closed a long time ago, but it felt a little cool for no reason.

I suddenly realized something, but didn't speak, just pursed my lips and looked at Mr. Doctor.

After a while, the doctor said coldly: "Does it look good?"

I said sincerely, "It's beautiful."

This is a true thought from the heart, whether it is the full moon at that time or the brilliance in the eyes of the patriarch, they are all very beautiful scenery.

but……

"I actually want to watch the moon with Mr. Doctor."

Although Mr. Physician's eyes are not as dazzling as those of Master Patriarch, but if you ask me for my opinion, what I want to see is Mr. Physician's eyes.

I asked him: "Mr. Doctor, do you have anyone to watch the moon with?"

There are hundreds of congregants around God Patriarch, but he can't find a person to watch the moon with him, so Mr. Doctor, who has never seen anyone around him, and doesn't even have an assistant, has someone to watch the moon with him ?

The doctor looked at me very complicatedly. He seemed to think for a long time before slowly saying: "It has happened before."

I really want to ask who is that person, is it his family or his lover?But looking at the figure reflected in those scarlet eyes, in the end I still couldn't ask anything, but said to him: "Then there will be in the future."

Mr. Doctor was stunned for a moment, and then showed a fleeting smile. He reached out and touched my head, and said a word softly: "En."

This time, I was the one who was stunned. It was the first time that Mr. Doctor took the initiative to make such an intimate gesture towards me, which even made me feel that he was not quite like him.

Perhaps it was because the surprise in my eyes was too obvious, Mr. Doctor quickly put down his palm, as if nothing had happened, and returned to his usual indifferent appearance.

"Mr. Physician..." I didn't know what I was thinking, but I raised my hand and put my palm on his head. The doctor who took off his hat when he came in opened his eyes wide at this moment. Look at me with confidence.

Under that gaze, instead of withdrawing my hand, I carefully touched his head, felt the soft hair under my hand, and then placed my palm on his cheek.

It's a completely different feeling from Master Patriarch.

The coolness they feel when they are clearly touched is similar, but their moods are quite different.

When Lord Godfather held my hand and put it on his cheek, my heart was so calm that there was no ripple.But when I took the initiative to touch Mr. Doctor, I suddenly felt a kind of unconcealable joy in my heart.

"Has our relationship improved?"

When I put down my palm, I leaned closer and asked him.

The doctor seemed to still be unable to understand my behavior, the expression on his face changed several times, and then he said: "Who taught you?"

Perhaps Mr. Doctor didn't like the touch.After seeing his face clearly, I retreated to the couch, lowered my head and made no sound.

This time, not only did I say the wrong thing, but I also did the wrong thing.

"It is the patriarch who said that the relationship will be better after doing this."

Speaking of this, I remembered the question I wanted to ask a long time ago: "Mr. Doctor, do you know Master Tong Mo, the patriarch of the Bliss Sect?"

As I asked the question, I raised my face cautiously. Mr. Doctor’s expression seemed to be even uglier when he heard this name, as dark as a cloudy sky.

As if squeezed out from between the teeth, the doctor said, "I know."

I wanted to ask how they met, but seeing the doctor's face, I think it's better not to ask any more.

After a while, the doctor's face turned pale, and I tentatively called the name he told me: "Mr. Yueyan?"

He didn't answer.

"Mr. Yueyan is not your real name?" I asked boldly, "Can you tell me your real name?"

Originally, I had no hope, but what I didn't expect was that almost the moment I asked the question, the doctor replied to me: "No misery, ghost dance Tsuji no misfortune."

"Ghost dance Tsuji no miserable..."

Logically speaking, this is the first time I have heard this name, but I have an inexplicable sense of familiarity with it, as if this name has been entangled between my lips and teeth countless times.

When I repeated the name softly, Mr. Doctor looked at me with a softer look, as if he was looking at me, or looking at someone else through me.

His face was getting closer, and when I realized it, I felt the coolness on my forehead.

The soft touch came down from the forehead, and the doctor straightened his body and said to me: "Pay attention to rest, don't go out to watch the moon next time."

I blinked and nodded.

"Don't touch other people casually, there is no saying that the relationship will get better..."

When talking about this, the doctor paused for a moment, and then changed his words: "The relationship between us can get better even if we don't do that kind of thing."

"Because you just now..." The words paused, I thought for a while, then leaned over, kissed the doctor's forehead as well, and asked him, "Did you do that?"

I don't know if it was my illusion, but the expression on the doctor's face at this time can almost be described as panic.

He turned his face away, and said in a muffled voice, "don't do this to other people."

I nodded: "I know, but Mr. Doctor is not someone else, so I did it."

Mr. Physician and Lord Godfather are different. This difference is not just my perception of their emotions, but also the different feeling in my heart when I face them.

I like Mr. Physician, that's an undeniable fact.

So when Mr. Doctor packed up his things and was about to leave, I told him personally.

"I like you, Mr. Doctor, with the kind of love that I want to marry you and grow old with you."

The inexplicable back view of Mr. Doctor when he left made people feel a little embarrassed—like fleeing in a desperate situation.