fictional spring

In mid-April, the wisterias are already blooming beautifully.I can't tell the specific reason, but I just have a special feeling for this plant inexplicably.

"I heard that during the festival of Kamo Shrine, wisteria flowers will also be decorated on the sedan chairs of Kamo Temple. In the past, these wisteria flowers would be distributed to the nobles in Beijing after the festival, in order to pray for all Blessings and blessings from the gods and Buddhas."

On the surface, Wu Mi didn't have any reaction to this statement, as if he didn't believe it at all.

I know that he doesn't believe in these things, he doesn't believe in gods and Buddhas, and he doesn't believe in the reincarnation I said. What Wu Mi can see, what he firmly believes in, are only the things in front of him.

But he will still accompany me to the temple, and stand with me under the benping bell and make a wish.

However, when I said "I hope to be with Wu Mi forever", Wu Mi looked at me with disapproval.

I asked him back: "Doesn't Wu Mi want to be with me all the time?"

Then I learned from his answer that what he cared about was actually the saying that "when you make a wish, the wish will not come true".

But, "Wu Mi didn't believe in this, did he?"

He said without thinking, "But you always believed."

It is obviously a consistent tone, but when it falls into my ears, it can also bring an extraordinary mood.

When I heard what he said, I touched his knuckles with the back of my hand, held his hand, and passed my fingers through his fingers to interlock with his.

"Then there is no need to worry." I held his hand tightly and said, "Because this is not a wish to tell the Buddha."

On his face, there was a little dull and puzzled expression.

So I told him: "I want to be with you forever. This is not something that needs the approval of gods and Buddhas. I like Wu Mi because of my own thoughts. So if Wu Mi also likes me, I don't need anyone else's approval." Opinion."

"That's why I'm going to say it."

That's why I want to tell him my heart, let him know my wish, this is not something that needs to be acknowledged by others, it has nothing to do with others, only ourselves.

"What does Wu Mi think?" I stared into his eyes, which were full of my reflection.

I just have to look into his eyes to understand the fact that we love each other so deeply.

But I wish I could hear him tell me, if only once—I wish he could tell me that he loves me the same way.

He looked at me deeply for a long time, as if he wanted to remember me firmly or remember this moment.I can feel his hand, this thin, almost gaunt hand, which is now tightly intertwined with my fingers.

"I also want to be with you forever."

I don't know why, when the tears fell, I obviously didn't have the intention to cry, but they couldn't stop flowing until the Wu Mi figure in front of me was blurred.

It seems that the current me is not facing the current Wu Mi, nor is the current me listening to the current Wu Mi confiding his heart to me.

If people really have reincarnation, if past lives really exist, then in a past reincarnation, we must have made such a promise.

Because of my sudden tears, Wu Mi was a little overwhelmed. He is not the type who is good at taking care of others, nor is he the type who can easily deal with various situations.

Although he seemed to be not afraid of anything, I knew that was just an appearance.

After finally stopping my tears, I looked at Wu Mi's remaining flustered look, and felt a little funny for a moment. When these diametrically opposite emotions overlapped, Wu Mi looked even more at a loss.

He asked me if I should go back first and see the wisterias next time I have a chance, but I said there is no need to bother, and——

"You haven't made a wish yet, have you?"

My wish, my wish to tell the gods and Buddhas, and my wish to tell Wu Mi, have all been conveyed to the other party through prayer and speaking.

Since Wu Mi also believes that he can't speak out when making a wish to heaven, then in the bottom of his heart, there must be a wish to tell God.

I put a five-yen coin in his palm, pressed his finger down and wrapped it around it, then squeezed his fist and said, "It will only work if you remember not to say it."

Wu Mi, who was hesitant to resist at first, finally relaxed, and stuffed the coins into the offering box under my gaze.

What kind of wish would Wu Mi make?

I looked at his side face and saw his eyes closed, as if he was praying sincerely, so I couldn't help but start guessing.

I don't know what kind of wish Wu Mi would make, but my wish -- all I ask is to be able to share his pain.

The disaster that befalls Wu Mi, whether it is illness or other pain, will bring him misfortune, I hope to be able to bear it with him.

Because I can't witness him suffering in front of me anyway, and I can't lighten his appearance by half.That, to me, is the truly terrifying reality.