my samurai lover HE

?Yongta was born in the spring of the third year of Keio. From labor pains to childbirth, he held my hand tightly and stayed with me thoughtfully until the baby cried loudly.

"He looks so cute." Soujiro, who was a father for the first time, once said while holding a small baby.The young father looked down at the baby's closed eyes and wrinkled red skin, but his face was full of affection.

Holding the baby in one hand, he took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on my forehead pitifully: "Thank you, Mary."

On the second day after the child was born, he wrote a letter back to Wuzhou full of excitement, wanting to tell his sister Aguang the good news, and asked Aguang to give the child an auspicious name.But Ah Guang did not reply, or he did not let me know.After sitting in the dark corridor for a long time, he came back and told me that he had decided to name the child "Yuta".

Yuta grew up day by day, and his outline gradually became clearer.The child looked very much like him: handsome face, black eyes.To my regret, because of me, his lanugo is a little curly brown, and the bridge of his nose looks more Caucasian.

When Yuta was two months old, he finally made up his mind to go back to Kyoto.In a cloudy and rainy weather, he told me his decision in this way with the sound of rain outside the window.

"I'm sorry," he said, holding the handle of the knife in his hand, and lowered his head in front of me, not daring to look me in the eye. "But I have to go back now."

I watched him sitting awkwardly in front of me, wearing clothes on his body. When he was nervous, he would hold the handle of the knife tightly with his hands, as if drawing strength from his proud knife skills.

"Surely now?" I asked in a low voice, afraid of waking up Yuta who was sleeping.

His eyes lingered on Yuta's peaceful sleeping face for a while, and then turned to the hydrangeas blooming outside the window.They are bustling and bustling, with pink, purple and purple moistening in the rain line.

"That's right," he touched Kaga Kiyomitsu's handle with a gentle gesture as if he could hear the eager whisper of a knife, "Mr. What about staying outside the battlefield?"

He looked at me with eyes as dark as night.His belief has always been so firm and meaningless, he is eager to fight, eager to plunge into the world of knife and blood.

"Mary," he leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the cheek, lingering like a spring breeze blowing across my face.Then he supported the floor and leaned down. He kissed Yuta's little face.

"Please wait for me to come back."

He stood up, took a deep look at me, then turned and walked outside, his voice was so soft that he couldn't hear it soon.

I knelt and sat blankly, listening to the sound of rain covering everything outside, then I got up suddenly and ran towards the door.I heard my violent heartbeat and shouted my name.

"Sojiro! Sojiro!"

He sensed the movement behind him, turned around and stood there looking at me quietly, and then firmly caught me who was rushing towards me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his.I kissed him passionately and flusteredly, with the tip of my tongue entangled in his, and my hands rubbing his back, wishing that time would stop at this moment.His thin arms supported me vigorously until I lost all strength and let me cling to him firmly.

"Okay," he gasped, turning his head to avoid my kiss, his eyes sparkling with joy.He kissed the corner of my mouth and whispered, "I'm very happy that you are willing to come out to see me off. But the carriage is already waiting outside."

I looked at him, holding his face reluctantly.

"I'll wait for you to come back."

"Yeah. Go back quickly." He kissed my forehead with his cold but gentle lips, then took two steps back and looked at me.He pursed his thin lips again before turning around and striding away.I watched his back, and thought bitterly: Did he watch me leave like this before?This time it was finally my turn to watch him turn and leave.

I slowly turned around and walked back to the house, lay down on the tatami, and buried my face in Yuta's swaddling clothes.

In Wenyue, the third year of Qingying, the weather became sultry early, and even the singing of the cicadas revealed a sense of restlessness, which was as tense as the atmosphere hanging over people's heads.

Dr. Matsumoto also temporarily took refuge in his small farmhouse in the Edo countryside, and I moved to the countryside with his family.

When I left Edo, I mentioned that I had been bothering them for too long, and I wanted to take Yuta to Kyoto to find him, but Mr. Matsumoto stopped me.

"You can't go, I promised him to let you stay in our house safely."

When I asked Dr. Matsumoto to say goodbye, he rejected me like this.

"That guy, before he left, he also knelt at the place where you are kneeling now. He put his head on the floor and made a big salute to me, earnestly begging me to give you mother and son a place to live. .”

Dr. Matsumoto folded his fan and tapped his knee.

"Right now, samurai from both the Banbai faction and the Saba faction are frantically pouring into Kyoto. It would be too dangerous for you, a Westerner, to go alone, and it would be dangerous even to live there."

Dr. Matsumoto looked at my hesitant expression, smiled and said:

"So, stay here and take your children with you. All warrior wives wait at home for news of their husbands."

I understand Soujiro's intentions, looking at Yuta who needs help even sitting up, I can't bear to take him to such a dangerous place.In the end, I accepted Dr. Matsumoto's kindness and moved to the countryside of Edo with them.

Maybe it is a child who has a flesh and blood connection with the land of Japan, and my life is not as miserable as I once thought.In order to express my gratitude to Dr. Matsumoto, I began to translate some of the medical classics handed down from the West for him in my spare time. I wrote down the painstaking efforts of those Western doctors on the white paper stroke by stroke with gratitude.I think when Yuta is older, I can teach him to read independently.The previous generation of masters of the shogunate and the Japanese imperial family both passed away in the past year. Now there is a new general and emperor, who are younger and more energetic. No one knows when the struggle will end.

America's free-spirited childhood, Britain's sensitive girlhood are so far away that they seem to happen to someone else.Like all the people living in that land, I am blindly optimistic and somewhat pessimistic.Looking forward to the day when the dust will settle, and hoping not to hear bad news from afar.

During Kannazuki's time, Dr. Matsumoto received a request from the No.15 generation general to let him go to the vicinity of Kyoto first.I took the city girl's hat and went with me as a female family member.

Dr. Matsumoto thought about my safety for a long time, but in the end he couldn't resist my request and took me with him.

At that time, even an ordinary person could feel that the vicinity of Kyoto was full of dangers.Calls for the shogun to return real power to the emperor grew louder.I once met a reformer named Sakamoto Ryoma, he even wrote "The Return of the Great Government" and presented it to the general, and the general seemed to be thinking about it, but even Mr. Matsumoto had to worry about it Whether it will intensify the conflict between the two sides.

Maybe you will be surprised at my persistence at the time, but it is already hard for me to wait any longer. I do not doubt his superb sword skills, but I am still afraid that he may die at some point.

We settled in Nagaokakyo, not far from Kyoto, and every day I waited with fear for the situation to change.Maybe it was infected with my fear, the always well-behaved Yuta was quieter than usual, most of the time he was attached to me, looking at me with eyes that were exactly the same as Soujiro's.

It wasn't until the end of the third year of Qingying, when the last piece of red maple fell from the branches unhurriedly, that I finally saw him standing in front of me with a tired face.

After more than half a year of separation, it was only in exchange for that short side.