[Demon Slayer: Blade] The fiancé is always incompetent and furious

My fiancé is good at everything: good looking, mild tempered, knowledgeable and well-connected—the only problem is that he can't see the light.

...yes, he cannot see the light.

"Can't see the light" here means literally: My fiancé can't touch the sun, not at all.

Therefore, the tall floor-to-ceiling windows always draw the curtains tightly during the day, even if there is sunlight as thin as a blade reflecting on the wooden floor, it is a taboo for my fiancé that must not be touched.

He is like a cat, but contrary to cats who like to bask in the sun, he always walks in the shadows isolated from light, and when he occasionally needs to walk through a long corridor without curtains, every step is perfectly balanced between light and shadow On the line.

Mr. Jun Guo would not leave the mansion during the day, he would come out of the study occasionally, and his footsteps were always silent. Several times I stood in front of the hall door and looked at the stained glass windows in a daze. I almost ran into the person standing behind me.

I stay in the mansion every day and feel that I am extremely healthy, the kind of health that is alive and kicking, but my fiancé said that I need to rest, just in case, it is better to reduce activities during this time.

When the sun goes down in the evening, Mr. Jun Guo will go out to work, and I can freely slide down from the handrail of the stairs, roll around on the large bed, or lie on the sofa, secretly flipping through those rare foreign language books.

I don't know most of the words in the book, and I don't know why I am interested in these books.

I saw that Mr. Jun Guo had read one of the books. There was a thick foreign language dictionary on his desk. I opened the dictionary and looked it up word by word. After spending a whole night, I finally understood this book. The preface of the book.

Mr. Jun Guo works in a pharmaceutical company, so he naturally reads medical books.He seemed to be interested in infectious diseases, especially those transmitted by blood.

I studied those uncommon terms all night, felt a little headache, put down the book and turned to the simpler anatomy.

There are many books in this mansion, and the maids who go out to buy every day will also bring back various magazines and picture albums. Those girls always have fashionable short hair, or are wrapped in brightly colored silk kimonos, or Wearing a lace-trimmed foreign dress, his expression is always charming and charming. In the background is either an advertisement for a certain theater or the name of Mitsukoshi Department Store.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Mr. Jun Guo returned to the mansion on time.

He came back with another gift box this time.

Yesterday was a headband, the day before yesterday was gloves, the day before yesterday was an umbrella, the day before yesterday... Hey, what was that time?

I suspect it may be his own strange hobby.

I thank him every time I accept a gift, but he always feels that it is not enough. Although there is nothing unusual about the gentle and jade-like face on his face, his plum red pupils always stare at me for a long time. It took me a long time to ask him, "Is there anything else?" I moved away a little.

Every time Mr. Junguo bought something, I read it in magazines. Maybe I was careless, but I flipped through magazines much less often, and instead focused on the complicated and profound foreign language in his study. on books.

"Are you interested in books?"

Mr. Jun Guo found the dictionary spread out on the desk.

I was a little annoyed. I accidentally became fascinated by the explanation of anatomy. I didn't time it well. I forgot to put the dictionary back in place when I hurried downstairs.

"Okay." I mumbled to him.

Mr. Junguo had a strange expression on his face.

He seems gentle and refined, and the curve of the corners of his mouth is always just right, but I am not blind, and the other servants in the mansion are a little afraid of him, as if they are afraid out of instinct.

No one else in the mansion talks to me, and I think I can guess who's behind the scenes, but I don't understand why, just as I don't understand why my actions sometimes go against my will.

Mr. Jun Guo didn't look angry, his expression seemed to say: "Since when did you become interested in books?"

I kind of want to tell him: there are so many things you don't know.

But my intuition pinned down this dangerous thought.

"Because... interesting?"

Mr. Jun Guo didn't know what he thought of, the expression between his brows and eyes relaxed, and he looked a little happy.

"If you want to know more, just come and ask me." His voice was gentle.

I think he may have misunderstood something, but he is indeed a walking dictionary, so I uphold the spirit of serious study, and very sincerely pointed to a certain word in the book: "What does this mean?"

""leftatrium"" he pronounced clearly and accurately, "this word means left atrium. "

I glanced at him a few times, and he showed great patience, as if I could ask him for anything.

I grabbed him and took notes for a while, the clock rang in the middle of the night, the sound of Dang-Dang--to be honest, I don’t really like the sound, maybe because the night is too quiet, the sudden ringing of the bell always seems a bit abrupt , It makes people feel chills.

Mr. Jun Guo closed the book and told me: "We can continue tomorrow."

I did not refuse the hot milk served by the maid.

A night without dreams.

A strange man stood in the hall.

For a permanent mansion, having visitors was a novelty.

I couldn't help but look at him a few more times. His eyes are a rare light golden color, his short hair looks very neat, and his back is straight.

Although most of it was covered by the clothes, the traces of tattoos on his body were still obvious.

Hey, he seems like a pretty strong guy.

I have been staying in the house for too long recently, and I have read a lot of scripts. This little brother is someone with a story at first glance.

"I have something to do tonight, so I might come back later." Mr. Junguo told me in an admonishing tone, as if if he was not at home, I would burn this place down and fly away.

Me: "Oh."

Mr. Jun Guo looked along my line of sight.

"You can call him Yiwozuo." Mr. Junguo said in a gentle tone.

"Of course, you can pretend that he doesn't exist."

The tattooed brother with a story bowed his head. I suspect that he actually wanted to kneel down on one knee, but it seemed that he remembered something at the last moment and abruptly changed the course of his actions.

I looked at the little brother with tattoos, and then at Mr. Jun Guo.

Mr. Junguo bent his plum red eyes, and raised his hand to straighten the hair beside my ear: "Wait for me at home."

His fingers were cold, as cold as winter snow.

I didn't think too much, the voice seemed to have self-awareness, and when I recovered, I heard myself speak:

"Do you want an extra dress?"

More than one line of sight fell on me.

"Your hands are cold." I said.

This passage seems to have been repeated hundreds or thousands of times. After opening the mouth, everything that followed became instinctive.

"You are wearing too thin, do you want to add a thicker coat?" I don't know who I am talking to, "What if I catch a cold and get sick?"

Mr. Jun Guo looked at me.

The little brother named Yiwozuo seemed very nervous-he seemed to be the type who would not be nervous.

The surrounding atmosphere was too oppressive, and it was a little baffling.I went upstairs and took a thicker coat and came down. Mr. Jun Guo was standing at the door, and the tattooed brother seemed to be about to kneel down, and both of them stayed in their original positions.

"Here." I helped him put on his coat.

Hey, how old is he, and he still needs someone to help him add clothes.

As if I had discovered Mr. Junguo's weakness, my mentality became relaxed all of a sudden.

"Work hard." After saying this, I realized that it was a bit like what a wife would say when she said goodbye to her husband.

The corners of Mr. Junguo's lips seem to be bent, which seems to be a no-brainer discovery. He always has that gentle and warm expression on weekdays, and he looks pleasant to everyone, and he can't find any flaws in his hypocritical disguise.

"I am leaving."

When I turned around, I saw the very complicated eyes of the tattooed brother. Just looking at the expression on his face, I would feel that I just turned around at the gate of hell, and now it is a miracle that my head is still attached to my neck.

"What's wrong?" I couldn't help asking him, "Is there something on my face?"

"...No, nothing." He avoided my eyes.

"You are Mr. Jun Guo's...subordinate?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Brother tattoo, no, Mr. Yiwozuo, is a very dedicated and good employee and subordinate.He said that he came to watch me on behalf of Mr. Junguo, and he really stared at me all night, trailing behind me like a silent shadow.

I tried to chat with him and asked him what kind of person Mr. Junguk was when he was working.

It's hard to get something out of him, but he's a good listener.A man who looks very masculine, if you look closely, you will find that his eyelashes are actually quite long, and you think he is crazy, but he is unexpectedly careful and very handy in taking care of others.

Mr. Yiwozuo doesn't seem to realize that he is very good at taking care of people.

I took him to talk with him all night, told him all kinds of difficulties people with amnesia face every day, and tried to persuade him to keep his memory, and don't fall down the stairs like me. remembered.

I am very satisfied with this chat buddy.

But I never saw Mr. Yiwozuo again.

I asked Mr. Junguo anxiously, where has Mr. Yiwozuo been recently?

Mr. Junguo's complexion was very bad.To tell the truth, his expression at the time looked almost a little scary.

"At work." Mr. Jun Guo said coldly, "He's been very busy recently."

Mr. Yiwozuo has been very busy in the future.

As for Mr. Joongkook...he's starting to get angry.

The reason for using the word "beginning" is because his anger seems to be particularly long-lasting, and it will not weaken on its own, just like a cluster of burning fires that must be extinguished by someone, otherwise it will just blow into the wind and die. long.

Mr. Jun Guo no longer brought me gifts, and he no longer taught me foreign languages. He didn’t even maintain a fake smile. His haughty and indifferent eyes always looked like a cold knife when he glanced over.

I don't mind these changes, but the servants in the mansion are living in fear. In just half a month, the maid has lost a lot of weight. People who don't have much flesh look even more distressing.

I sighed: All right, this inexplicable anger still needs to be extinguished by me.

I stood in the courtyard, looking up at the study room with the casement closed.

The sun in early summer is bright but not glaring, and it falls on people warmly.

The sky is very blue, the cicadas in the shadow of the trees have not yet become noisy, everything is rehearsing for the arrival of midsummer, what a sunny and beautiful weather, but Mr. Junguo stays in a dark room, with the thick curtains tightly closed pull up.

I tried to knock on the door, but Mr. Junguo locked the door of the study. I knocked for a while, but got no response.

What a hassle.

This character is really troublesome.

Who got used to it? I really want to grab that person and ask her what's going on in her head.

I stood in the courtyard for a while, I had stood long enough, and I had observed the terrain. Before the servants in the mansion noticed the movement here, I stared at the pines not far in front, the pine tree The pruning is very exquisite, and the curved arc of the branches is full of elegance, but most importantly, this pine tree can just reach the second floor where the study is located. As long as the curtain of the study is opened, the window can be opened and the green pine needles can be touched.

I took a few steps back, rolled up the sleeves of my kimono, stood still, took a deep breath, and lowered my body slightly——

As for climbing trees, my body is so proficient that it seems that I have done it countless times.

I easily jumped onto the branch, and when I came back to my senses, I had already landed on the branch facing the study on the second floor.

The mottled sunlight sifted through the gaps in the leaves. I stretched out my hand and knocked on the closed glass window.

Knocked, no response.I looked at the sky, where moving clouds cast shadows, momentarily blocking the sun's rays.

At that moment, the casement clicked and opened from the inside.

Mr. Junguo's expression was a bit cold, his complexion was already pale, and he looked particularly lacking in blood when he stayed in a place where the sun couldn't shine all day long.

He stared at me, and I tried to find a little bit of surprise on his face.But he didn't seem to intend to make me happy, his indifferent and arrogant expression was like a glacier that hasn't melted for a thousand years.

"What are you doing here?" He said indifferently, but there seemed to be traces of blue veins on the back of his hand holding the curtain, and his plum red eyes stared at me without blinking.

"Let's see what you're doing." I smiled.

The clouds moved again, and the shadows peeled off from the world. I took a few steps forward, without holding on to the tree trunk. Mr. Jun Guo moved his hand. He seemed to want to reach out and grab me, but the golden sun fell in large swaths, and he had to Retracting my hand, I took the last step, jumped from the branch into the study, and landed on the smooth wooden floor.

Mr. Junguo stood on the boundary line where light and shadow meet, the outside world was sunny, and the breezy breeze rolled up the curtains, the cicadas in the courtyard seemed to be quieter.

I raised my hand to hold his face: "Don't be angry, this is your apology."

I sunned myself in the courtyard for a long time, making sure that my body was already warm and warm, so I came to him.

I held his face and asked him with a smile, "Did you feel it?"

My fiancé can't see the light.He has not been in the sun for a long time.He always stays alone in a dark place, watching the outside world with obscure eyes.

"It's sunlight." I told him, "This is the temperature of sunlight."

Mr. Jun Guo didn't speak, his expression seemed to be blank for a moment, his plum red pupils opened slightly, and he seemed to be defenseless.

The chirping of cicadas outside the window sounded again, the fragrance of summer flowers floated in the air, and the re-rotated time was stretched into a long line.

My fiancé put his arms around me and pulled me into his arms.

He hugged me very tightly.

——As if, wanting to catch the sun.

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