[Onmyoji] There are fox sui sui

The sunshine in autumn has faded the enthusiasm of summer, maybe because winter is coming, not only is there not much warmth, but it still feels a little sleepy.

But I don't care too much about these things. This kind of sadness does not belong to the daughter of a small hotel owner.If you've been in the same place for 15 years like me, looking at the same landscape, knowing exactly where the sun shines in different corners of the day, you're probably like me.

But none of that matters.

I notice the sunlight because of the person sitting by the window, the orange sunlight falls on him, even though he is wearing a fox mask, sitting alone in an unobtrusive corner, there is still an indescribable attraction.

As I said before, I am the daughter of the innkeeper, and he was a guest who came to my boarding house two months ago.

I will notice him because he came at an unusual time. He knocked on the door of my house at dusk. This time is the most likely to encounter monsters. Usually at dusk, every house is closed. No exception, close the door early.

When I heard the knock on the door, I was serving wine to the guests, and my mother opened the door with a snarl. After a few words, I turned my head and saw the young man who followed my mother.

He was wearing a fox mask and carrying a scroll on his back. At an unusual time, an unusual person knocked on the door, which really didn't attract people's attention.

But at that time, the attention only lasted for a while. What kind of people in the hotel business have you never met?He said that he was late on the road, he was polite and courteous, he was not stingy with his actions, he was a guest everywhere, and he was willing to give money, everything was easy to talk about.

At first he said that he wanted to stay overnight, but in the morning he changed his mind, saying that he had received a message temporarily and that he wanted to wait for someone here, so he might have to bother him for a while.

The words were beautiful, but I was a little surprised how he received the news, but my father didn't care too much, there is no need to know too much about the guests, so he just stretched out his hand and asked for a one-month deposit.

He stayed like this for two months.

"Alan, pour tea!"

My mother yelled at me in a shrill voice, and I quickly poured a cup of strong tea for the porter who came in to have a rest. While pouring the tea, I couldn't help but look at the figure by the window.

The tea in a small hotel in such a small village is naturally not much better. The rough teacup is full of cloudy tea soup. He looks like a gentleman and a scholar. He can't say a word after drinking this kind of tea for two months. carry.

"Oh, I haven't seen you for so long, Alan has grown into a big girl, she really looks like an orchid!" The businessman who was drinking tea teased.

I pursed my lips and smiled shyly, and ran away to do my own business.

Am I like an orchid?

Maybe.

I once heard from a passing businessman that the nobles in Kyoto love orchids the most. The leaves are like emeralds stretched in the wind, emerald green, and the flowers are as delicate and beautiful as a jade cup. A flower is worth a thousand gold. It will bloom beautifully only if dedicated servants take good care of it. It is an extremely precious flower.

I can't imagine what kind of youth is worthy of being cherished like this, just like I can't imagine how prosperous and prosperous that capital is.

What about me?

I looked down at the somewhat rough hand holding the rag. The owner of such a hand would never be such a delicate orchid.

If I were an orchid, it should be the orchid in the pot on the windowsill.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but glanced at the window again, the pot of orchids was right next to his elbow.

In fact, it is a pot of orchids, more like a pot of withered grass.I dug it out from the wild, and it has never been taken care of. Under the newly grown leaves are the withered and yellow leaves. It doesn't look very good.

If it hadn't sprouted a few buds and produced white flowers that winter, I would probably have thrown it away.

Having said that, no one will bother to see it here, there is no difference between a pot of cheap orchids and a pot of weeds.

Ah, by the way, the reason why I suddenly started to care about him has something to do with this pot of orchids.

Most of the people who come to rest in a small hotel like ours are not serious people, and a few rough men are the daily standard.Half a month ago, a few rough guys came to my house to rest, sitting on the table by the window, spitting and bragging about how bizarre my experience was, I curled my lips and did not comment on their nonsense.

But there was a guy who danced and danced, afraid that people would not believe him, this move was good, his hand touched my orchid, and the flower pot was about to fall off and shatter into pieces all over the floor.

I couldn't fix it, and I regretted it very much. First, I watered it occasionally. It was a bit emotional to see the flowers bloom in winter. Second, the flower pot was broken, and the debris and mud on the ground were quite difficult to clean up. For strenuous.

Unexpectedly, one hand firmly caught the flower pot, and said to himself: "It's a pity that such a beautiful flower will die before it blooms."

A few tall and talkative men glanced at him, only to find that he was just a white and thin scholar, and laughed disdainfully: "Little white face is just ink, hypocritical!"

He didn't speak, just put the flower pot back in place and chuckled.

I was surprised, this pot of orchids hadn't sprouted buds yet, with that messy appearance, he could recognize them as flowers?Still say it's beautiful?

I didn't know what happened, so I quietly poured him a new cup of tea and said thank you to him.

He glanced at me and took the teacup: "No problem, it's just a matter of little effort."

Thank you too, and I drank the tea. It stands to reason that I should leave to do work, but I have a small thought of not wanting to go away, and I have nothing to say: "Sir, you are waiting for someone?"

As soon as I said something, I wanted to slap myself. It's best not to ask about the private affairs of the guests, let alone what kind of topic is this?

He didn't care and nodded.

"Are you a friend?" I didn't even know where I got the courage to keep asking.

This time he didn't answer so bluntly, holding the teacup in his hand, he replied after a while: "Well."

Yes it is, no it is not, what is it?

"What kind of person is he?"

He pondered for a while and said, "I met by chance. He is a reckless man, but he is very good at fishing."

Looking at his white face, it's hard to imagine that his friend is a fool, but what kind of hobby is fishing?

"Fishing? That person should be very good, right?"

He seemed to have thought of something, and rolled his eyes: "Yes, it's very powerful, with great strength, you can directly pierce the fish, and you can gain a lot at one time." Then he smiled and shook his head, "But it's too greedy. It’s always fun to catch all the fish in one place.”

"Really? Then what will he do with so many fish? Have you sold them?" I was a little curious.

"Sell it? He doesn't sell it." I don't know what funny thing I said, but his eyes became even tighter. "He just loves to fish. It's really annoying when a fish is caught by a spear, and it's still alive and kicking. Set it on fire and bake it."

I have never heard of such a person before, looking at his smiling eyes, I didn't answer for a while.

In the end, he sighed softly: "However, it won't be long until he is free. I'm afraid I won't be able to see that pot of orchids blooming."

"Mister likes orchids?" I asked without thinking.

He looked at me with a smile: "Orchids are noble and pure. They grow in the wild, but they spit out their fragrance alone. They are just mediocre and elegant."

"But that pot of orchids doesn't look like orchids at all, it doesn't look like some elegant flowers." I tilted my head and couldn't help but say.

He said with a half-smile: "But it is still an orchid, worthy of being cherished and admired by others."

When I met his eyes, I couldn't see the bottom at a glance, like the rumored sea of ​​drowning, I somehow said goodbye and ran away as if to escape.

It was my first chat with him, if that counts as chat.That is, after this day, I began to involuntarily turn my eyes to him, and I felt that I became a little strange.

A few days later, I heard by chance that those rude big men seemed to be drunk that day, and they ran into the woods in the middle of the night, where they were eaten by wild animals, and their corpses were horrible.

Others said that the wounds on their bodies did not look like they were bitten by wild beasts, but rather died miserably after being teased, probably because they encountered monsters.

I didn't interrupt, it's true that monsters can be involved in anything now, and the left and right are just to add some talking points.

I feel sorry for their family members. Although they love bragging, they have not done anything wrong. Now they die suddenly, leaving only their parents, wives and children in the world. I am afraid that the future will not be easy.

But when I heard about those people's inexplicable deaths, I suddenly remembered how he was indifferent to the provocation that day, and even smiled lightly.

It's not the cautiousness that is afraid of causing trouble, nor is it the dismissiveness of rude guys.

But if I want to be specific, I can't tell what that flashing smile means, but I feel a little cold for no reason.

I shook my head and didn't care anymore.

Looking past the laughing people, I pretended to glance at his profile inadvertently. It was as beautiful as when I noticed it for the first time. I found myself blushing unbelievably. I stamped my feet and ran to the back door, avoiding Noisy travellers.

A door panel, noisy inside, quiet outside, as if two worlds.

I leaned against the door, and the quiet side seemed to be my own world, the corners of my mouth were drawn, and I couldn't stop giggling.

I scooped up some water and slapped it on my face, cursing myself for being shameless.

What is his last name?

Where did he come from and where is he going?

What kind of life does he have?

What does he like and what does he hate?

I don't know all these questions, except that he is a guest in my house and I don't know anything about him.

But even so, I still can't help but think, what does he look like under the mask?What are his family and friends like?He is a scholar, what books have he read?

Maybe under the fox's face is Zhang's plain but gentle face. It's not bad to be able to walk around the family alone, and he should have made many friends.

Ah, will he have a beautiful and virtuous fiancée?

I couldn't help thinking.

While I was thinking this way, there was a small voice in my heart. He was different from a commoner like me who didn’t have a surname. Our identities were too different. How could a scholar like an innkeeper? Where is the daughter?

What's more... I heard my mother and father discussing, saying that I am not too young, and they will marry me to a farmer in the same village, so that I can live a stable life.

Just like everyone in my status.

I know I shouldn't think too much, he is just staying here temporarily to wait for someone, and when the person to wait for comes, he will leave.

But I still can't stop myself from thinking about it.

Even those thoughts did not fade over time, but became clearer and clearer.

I know exactly what I want to do.

I want to obey my own will and tell him all my thoughts, even if I will be rejected.

But what to say?

I can't walk in front of him and say it bluntly, but I am also illiterate, and I don't know how to show love elegantly like a scholar.

I huddled myself under the quilt, pondered for a long time in the dark, and finally came up with a clumsy solution.

I tried my best to find a piece of flat and nice-looking fabric, which may not be a big deal in his eyes, but this is already the best I can find, and then quietly borrowed a pen and ink, and clumsily grinded the ink, as if holding it tightly Picking up the pen like a wooden stick, he drew an orchid on the paper.

I'm just a daughter of an ordinary family. I don't have any other specialties, and I don't have any good things. The only thing I can do is sewing.

Tracing the blooming orchids in my memory, I drew the swaying appearance of the orchids stroke by stroke, and then took advantage of the morning light when my parents were not awake, embroidering stitch by stitch in the ignorant dim light, my eyes were a little sore, and my hands The movements are careful and quick.

I embroidered all the thoughts of my daughter who was ashamed to speak into the orchid, and only hoped that he could take a look at the blooming of the flowers before he left. The pot of orchids on the windowsill of the inn where I live.

Strange to say, he has lived here for a long time, but the room is as clean as new, and everything is well placed in its place, as if a new guest could be accommodated at any time.

Taking the opportunity of delivering dinner, I handed him the meal and took out the embroidered handkerchief: "Sir, this is for you."

The tone was dry, and the words were too stiff, and I regretted that I didn't perform well on the spot.

He turned around and didn't answer.

I quickly put on a casual look: "I heard that you really want to see the orchids bloom. I happened to find the handkerchief I embroidered earlier. It was embroidered with flowers blooming on it. I don't need it anymore, so I gave it to you."

He gave me a fixed look, I turned my eyes away, and after a while I heard him chuckle and took the veil.

With a sigh of relief, I was about to leave when he stopped me.

"Is there anything else, sir?"

I saw him holding a handkerchief in his hand, and carefully looking at the orchids embroidered on it: "Although the fabric of this handkerchief is not very fine, it is soft, and I am afraid it will cost a few cents, and the orchids are finely stitched." , lifelike, and you can see that you have put a lot of effort into it at a glance."

Every time he said a word, my heart was like a drum hammer.

"How can such a gift be given away casually? It has a deep meaning in it, and Xiaosheng dare not treat it slowly." After finishing speaking, he raised his head and stared at me.

"The girl has a deep affection. Since Xiaosheng realizes it, he can't pretend not to know it. It's just that Xiaosheng really can't repay this generous gift."

I was so ashamed that I didn't know how to answer him. I didn't want him to repay me. I just wanted to give him the blooming orchid, as long as he accepted it.

"I don't know if the girl is willing to reveal her heart and let Xiaosheng see her sincerity?"

Hearing this, I suddenly raised my head, looked at his eyes staring at me, and moved my lips.

When he looked at me, there was a slight smile in his eyes, his serious eyes did not seem to be fake, and he easily let go of all my scruples.

He didn't feel that I was overreaching, nor did he feel that I was casual and superficial, nor did he think that the handkerchief was not exquisite enough.

All the voices outside the door faded away, only this sentence lingered in my ears, like the whisper of the devil.

The girl is willing to let Xiaosheng see her sincerity.

Take a look at your heart.

sincere.

I have no family background, no beauty, no knowledge, only a sincere heart.

willing.

Why not?

The author has something to say: silly girl.