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

Living for a long time does not mean that a person will become decathlon.

There is a great proverb that says it takes a whole village to raise a child.

Human babies are different from wild animal cubs. They are weak and weak at birth, completely unable to protect themselves.From learning to walk, to speaking, to being completely independent, human children need to grow up under the care and protection of others for at least ten years.

Even Ghost Mai Tsuji was not much different from other children when he was born.

I sprawled on the wooden floor—there were no tatami mats in the Heian era—and I would become Kimai Tsuji's child wrapped in a soft quilt, lying quietly next to my cheek.

Together, our eyes swim along the beams to the eaves, and then along the eaves to the courtyard.

Where is he looking?

I'm trying to start from a newborn's point of view.

The tiles I hung up are tied under the eaves of the corridor, and when the wind blows, they will make a sound of ding ding ding.

The maid in the mansion doesn't understand what I'm doing. To be honest, I'm not sure. Since the night my wife gave birth, everyone in this mansion seems to have a new understanding of me. As long as what I want to do is not too out of the ordinary, basically no one will stop me.

This is probably Madam's instruction, or rather, her subtle compensation for me.

After giving birth, the lady's body has been very weak. Noble women don't need to feed the children themselves. The wet nurse and maids have to worry about those trivial matters. Therefore, she rarely shows up and is almost invisible in this large mansion.

"Ding Dang—"

In mid-spring, the cherry trees in the courtyard are in full bloom, fluttering like the spreading clouds.

During nap time, he didn't seem to plan to sleep.So I hugged the child and took him to stand under the cherry tree.

"Look, it's cherry blossoms."

I pointed casually, and then turned to the pond under the Zhu Bridge. There were colorful goldfish swimming in the pond, dragging their long and gorgeous tails, floating in the clear water like in the sky.

"It's a goldfish."

I clicked on the reflection in the water.

"It's a cloud."

On a bright and sunny spring day, snow-white clouds are dotted on the water like flowers, contrasting with the falling cherry blossoms.

"Do you recognize yourself?"

This question may be relatively difficult. He has only recently learned to stand up, and it is estimated that there is still a long way to go before the concept of having a self and knowing "self".

"This is the tree, this is the fence, this is the corridor, and this is your room." I seemed to be talking to myself.

"That very high and far away thing is called the sky."

The child wrapped in the cloth is quiet, Guiwu Tsuji is a very easy child to take care of, except for crying and making trouble at mealtime, he usually opens his red plum-colored eyes, silently Silently observing the world around him.

I don't know whether to say he is well-behaved or sensitive, but he does have an almost intuitive reaction to the instinct of survival.

Generally speaking, human young children like to see human faces, hear human voices, and interact with people.

After careful observation, I found that this child did not respond too warmly to the people around him.

Human beings who are supposed to be of the same kind, so they are interested, seem to be no different from the objects in the room to this child.

Rather than staring at other people's faces, the child would rather see the colors and patterns on my clothes.

Children who do not respond likably to those around them, of course, do not gain affection.

When the child was five years old, the madam still stayed behind closed doors and stayed in the dormitory all year round to recuperate her body.He was old enough to walk around on his own, and I followed him, and he took three steps and I took one step. When passing by the atrium, the whispering voices of several maids floated over, and the shadowy figure could not be seen clearly through the bamboo curtain.

"... Poor lady, if it weren't for that child..."

"It would be fine if he was a healthy heir, but he still looks like that..."

"Is it true that the resurrection from the dead is true? How can there be in this world..."

"Shh."

The figure behind the bamboo curtain disappeared into the room, and the voice of whispering was like ripples on the surface of water, and disappeared after a slight shake.

The kid didn't say anything at the time.

When we were about to rest at night, he suddenly called out to me:

"A Chao."

I put down the fire chopsticks, and the firelight in the charcoal basin shone through the cracks in the ashes.In the dark room, with lights and shadows crawling around the four corners, he called me again, I walked around a few curtains, came to him, and touched his forehead with my hand.

No fever.

"what happened?"

He is silent again now, just stretched out his hand from under the quilt and pinched the corner of my clothes.

"Hey," I laughed, "How old are you, do you still need someone to sleep with you?"

I didn’t know much about the hard work of caring for a baby before—when I adopted Dizi, she was already at an age when she could run away from traffickers by herself—and when I suddenly had to take care of a limp newborn 24 hours a day, I just got busy. The array is really choking.

Oni Wu Tsuji was born weak, and he often had a fever when he was a child. I tried various methods to help him take care of his body, from daily diet to living habits, and finally raised him a little healthier. Next year, he will be able to go to the palace with his peers Entered school.

I lay down beside him and stretched out my hand to tuck the corner of the quilt for him.

"What do you want to ask?"

If I don't take the initiative to ask this question, he can hold back until the end of time.

Plum-red eyes glanced at me, then at me again.

I pushed back the black hair that fell to the child's cheeks, and heard him say slowly: "I don't like those maids, can you drive them out?"

"……Why do you say that?"

"I am the only child of my mother," the child repeated the words he didn't know where he learned it in a natural tone, "I have this right."

I stopped there.

"It's really wrong to speak ill of people behind their backs." I thought about my words, it might be a bit cold at night, and the chill stuck to my skin, so I pulled the quilt up and covered his chin.

The child looked at me for a while, his red pupils were as beautiful as coral jade.

"Forget it," he said, "Even if you get expelled, it's useless."

He closed his eyes and fell asleep in the dark.The five-year-old child's face is very immature, but with his eyes closed, he can vaguely see the outline of the future.

Guiwu Tsuji Wumi performed very well in the process of studying in the palace. Whether it was poetry, songs, Fu or the Four Books and Five Classics, he was far behind his peers, and soon gained appreciation from all sides.

His life trajectory began to overlap with what I knew. As the years grew, other people began to gradually forget the abnormality of the year he was born. The servants and maids in the mansion respected him very much. The ceremony of the Yuanfu, with the gestures of the hands and feet, already faintly has the style of the owner of the mansion.

At the age of 12, his wife, who had been bedridden for many years, died suddenly.During these years of studying in the palace, Onimai Tsuji has learned to put on a gentle and friendly appearance. The elegant and handsome young man was very sad at his mother's funeral. I am a maid in the mansion, standing with others Farther behind him, in the incense of burning scriptures, he saw ashes rising in the wind and drifting to an unknown distance.

In the second year after his wife's death, Oni Wu Tsuji held a Yuanfu ceremony.

Time is such a thing that it seems to pass in the blink of an eye.

I helped him fasten his tunic, and tied back his long, seaweed-black, curly hair.On grand occasions, I will not be present, nor will I witness the moment when he is recognized as an adult by society.

"Let's go." I patted his back.

Oni Mai Tsuji Mumi in formal attire walked through the corridor, and the servants and maids bowed silently.I watched him lift the imperial curtain and get on the bullock cart. I couldn't tell what I felt. It might be similar to the lake surface when it rains. The ripples are very light, but the aftertaste is long.

I went back to my room, where someone was waiting for me in the hallway outside.

"Have you found the doctor?"

The guard who came back from outside Beijing shook his head.

In the Heian period, the medical resources were very scarce, and the doctors in the classic medicine office only consulted the nobles.I have been in the mansion for so many years, and I often help other servants to see a doctor and get medicine. Although everyone still thinks I am weird, they treat me with a gentler attitude. After the death of my wife, some people treat me as the housekeeper of the mansion trend.

The bodyguard's name is Hachibei, both of his parents died, and he and his younger sister depended on each other for life.I cured her sister's cold a few years ago, and he has always wanted to repay his kindness after that. I just wanted to find the doctor from back then, so I entrusted him with the search.

Unfortunately, all these years, I have been nowhere.

If things continue to develop as they did in my first life, Onimai Tsuji will contract a terminal illness a year later.

"I see." I calmed down, "Thank you for your hard work, you go down first."

One of the best things I've done over the years is to learn to calm down.

When I found that the trajectory of this life overlapped more and more with my first life, I was not stable on the surface, but actually I was in a trance for a long time.

I thought I was here to correct fate, but fate turned itself back.

Later, I learned: If you can't calm down, try to level yourself physically first, and lie on the ground for a while, and you can always find your psychological balance.

I lay on the hard wooden floor, finally had enough, sat up again, and went to the vanity mirror to comb my hair.

When Oni Wu Tsuji comes back, I have to go to the gate of the mansion to meet him.

What should I say to him?

Congratulations, you are finally an adult.

It's a pity that my responsibilities have not yet ended, and the burden on my shoulders cannot be let go.

After Yuanfu, you are an adult. Now that you are an adult, you should prepare to marry a wife.

In the Heian era, everyone married early and had children early. Speaking of which, I was 14 years old when Onimui Tsuji was born. With this age difference, I could barely become Onimui Tsuji's father.

Of course, this doesn't mean that I want Ghost Mai Tsujimu to call me daddy.

I looked at the reflection in the bronze mirror, and the person in the reflection kept looking at me calmly.

My time stood still in that year, and after that, no matter how time passed, my appearance did not change a bit.

Now I can barely use all kinds of excuses to prevaricate, but if it takes another ten or twenty years, I may be caught as a monster and have a physical transcendence.

Before being overtaken by physics, I hope to solve the curse on Onimai Tsuji.As long as he doesn't contract a terminal illness, or hacks the doctor to death in a fit of anger after contracting a terminal illness, the next 1000 years will not happen.

I feel that the reason why I will be reborn is to stop this cycle of fate.

When I achieve this goal and settle everything that needs to be resolved, it's almost time for me to leave.

The author has something to say: Asahi at the beginning: I want to cultivate Wu Mi into an upright young man.

Today's Asahi: Forget it, just don't kill people.

感谢在2020-05-3113:55:09~2020-06-0913:46:17期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles for cats;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!