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

I often hear the term fate from other people's mouths.

Some people call it karma, some call it reward, and some call it destiny, which is a more understandable statement.

The concept of destiny is very vague. If it is to say what it is, no one may have an exact definition in mind.However, one is said to hear the voice of fate clearly at a certain moment in one's life.

The timing of hearing this voice varies from person to person. It may be the moment of love at first sight, or the moment of brushing shoulders with death, or the moment of making a crucial decision. The gears began to rattle.

When I saw the doctor standing in front of me with all four limbs intact, I also heard the voice of fate clearly at that moment.

It yelled loudly in my ear: Can't think of it?The person you have worked so hard to find for so long, Oni Wu Tsuji Wuyou appeared in less than a month after he was reborn in the Heian Era.

Obviously, fate is playing with me, and it is very enjoyable.If fate had an anthropomorphic form, I guess it would have been caught and beaten.

But unfortunately, it didn't, so I can only continue to be an ignorant tool man with a blank face.

The method of keeping an expressionless face is something I've figured out recently. Although the chances of seeing Oni Wu Tsuji are rare, who knows where I might show my feet.

The kind-hearted doctor settled down under the arrangement of Kimai Tsuji. As the only maid in the mansion who was born in the internal medicine department, I became the doctor's temporary assistant. When I dream at night, the names of various herbs are in my dream.

I wilt.

The maid who lived in the same room with me saw that I was wilting, and volunteered to help me grab and grind the medicine together, and I was on the road of no return as a tool man.

"Asha, you are really a good person."

Axia shyly avoided my gaze, and looked down at the prescription left by the doctor.

"Hurry up and work, these medicines take time to boil." She gently pushed me a few times, and I promised to bring her with me when I prescribed small treatments in the future.

After the medicine was cooked, the doctor with a gentle smile came.The man in the black hat is very gentle and friendly to everyone, and when he smiles, the corners of his eyes will wrinkle thin creases.The mansion has become a little more lively recently, and ordinary people would come to seek medical treatment from time to time.

Guiwu Tsuji Wucan not only acquiesced to these changes, but also ordered people to vacate a room at the side door of the mansion as a temporary medicine hall.The doctor, who knew nothing about Wu Mi's nature, was very moved, and became more and more concerned about his condition, devoting himself to researching and testing prescriptions.

While the smiling doctor and I praised Onimai Tsuji's compassionate heart, I maintained my expression.

The nobles of the Heian period regarded human life as nothing, and I understand his feelings.In the doctor's eyes, Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi is now estimated to be an image of a frail, kind-hearted noble son, the kind with a soft light filter.

"What an unfortunate fate." Speaking of Wu Mi's condition, the doctor's eyes were slightly red, and he almost raised his sleeves to wipe away his tears. "It's not easy for that lord."

I hold back.

I have considered for a long time how to remind the doctor by insinuating that almost all the people that Onimai Tsuji arranges in the medicine hall are his people.But the medicine hall was established by him, and no one thought there was anything wrong with it.

In the blink of an eye, it is early spring, and fate is moving forward along the track in an orderly manner.

Kneeling behind the tents and screens with the empty medicine bowl in hand, I heard Onimai Tsuji talking to the doctor.His tone was gentle and gentle, and his words were very elegant. He set up the person of the sick and noble young man in an even and stable manner, and there was no trace of falsehood in the perfect disguise.

Thousands of years later, the city of Wu Mi is deep, and he has always been very clear that if he is in a human society, he needs to maintain the illusion of gentleness and kindness.When he was just reborn, he was affected by emotions, but now his mentality seems to be stable. He realized that he is now a weak and weak human being, without great power, and no power to call the wind and rain, so he quickly adjusted his strategy.

As for his abnormal behavior at the beginning, as if he was insane, the servants in the mansion said that it might be the effect of the illness, and it will pass when it passes. Don’t you see that Mr. Wu Mi has returned to normal now? ?He never mentioned the nonexistent fiancée again.

When the cherry blossoms on the branches burst into buds, I saw the medicinal herb of blue Bianhua in the doctor's handbook.

He smiled and told me that this is a flower that only blooms during the day for two or three days a year.

"Daytime." I repeated his words.

"Yes, during the day." The doctor said with emotion, "How unbelievable, even I only saw it once in the process of collecting medicine many years ago."

I froze in place when I heard him say with a slight smile, "It's like fate."

The cherry blossoms in the courtyard are blooming, and when the breeze blows, the petals fall like rain, which is as beautiful as a dream.

When I was a little girl who didn't understand anything, I once got into a fight with someone.That person spoke ill of my fiancé at the flower viewing party, I rushed over and pressed him to the ground, raised my fist and punched him in the face, everyone was startled by me.

The tiles under the eaves of the corridor were blown by the wind, making a melodious sound.There was no need for things to make children happy in the sleeping hall, so I untied those tiles and tied them back to the eaves outside my own room.

A three-month-old baby clenches his fist tightly when he sleeps, but if you stretch your finger over, he will open his fleshy fist and hug your warm finger.

It is said that this is just a conditioned reflex of the baby.

I sat under the eaves of the porch, looking up at the tiles blown by the wind. Those tiles were tied with beautiful colored ropes. After so many years, they were slightly faded.

Ping Dang - Ping Dang -

The attendants at the sleeping hall found me and told me to go there immediately.

What can I do in the past? The blue Bana flowers haven't reached their full bloom yet, and Oni Wu Tsuji sent a large number of people to look for the place mentioned by the doctor. It is estimated that they intend to let people stay and guard them.

My life is becoming more and more leisurely. Apart from making medicine, I have almost nothing else to do. It seems that I have entered a state of retirement.

When I came to the dormitory, a thin figure was sitting by the window. I went around a few curtains, and he looked at me almost immediately, his handsome eyebrows and eyes were gloomy.

"Ah Chao," Wu Mi's voice in his youth was hoarse, "Why weren't you there when I woke up?"

The thick red pupils stared at me closely, his face was already pale, and now it looked even less bloody.

I watched him for a long time, and slowly came to him.

"You slept for a long time." I lowered my voice, suddenly not knowing what to say next.

The original Wu Mi suddenly came back, why?Are there two memories sleeping in this body?

He grabbed my hand, which belonged to a young man, thin and fair, with blue blood vessels faintly visible on the thin skin.

"Where have you been? What have you been doing?"

His pale fingers were as cold as ice, and I held his hand behind my back, as if it would warm him up.

"You'll catch cold if you sit by the window and blow the wind." I nagged him for a while, then paused, and replied, "I went to make medicine for you earlier."

I decided not to think about anything else for now, none of that mattered.

Hearing this, Wu Mi's expression eased slightly.

He slightly lowered his head and looked away, glanced at his hand casually, and said in a cold tone:

"Those medicines are too bitter."

He hadn't said anything like that before, and his arrogance wouldn't allow him to.

I looked at him a little strangely, always feeling that his reaction after waking up was unusual.

Wu Mi frowned, with a slightly disgusted look on his face: "What's the matter with this medicine smell?"

However, for anyone who has been in a coma for several months, it takes a while to adjust after waking up.

"A new doctor has come to the mansion." I observed the expression on Wu Mi's face, his reaction was very flat, it can be said that he had no interest at all, nor did he have any expectations.

I shook his hand and told him seriously: "Wu Mi, this doctor will cure you, trust me."

Trust me, don't make trouble.

Wu Mi moved her fingers lightly, her pupils narrowed slightly, and after a long while, she answered me.

I think his attitude is very perfunctory, obviously he doesn't take the other party seriously, but this kind of thing can't be rushed, so we can only let it go temporarily.

He didn't like the smell of medicine on his body very much. Fortunately, the weather was warm, so it didn't hurt to simply scrub his body with water.

The new underclothes were white and soft, and I asked him to put on another outer robe. The pale young man looked sleepy, with a faint blue color under his eye sockets. I asked him to rest on my lap, and picked up the wooden comb. Brush his hair and he finally looks a little happier.

The afternoon sun in spring is warm, and the cherry blossoms in the garden are blown in by the wind.

The long black hair is as thick as seaweed, soft and curved like the waves of the shallow sea, I comb down along the undulating waves, the comb teeth separate the beautiful long black hair, the soft and smooth texture is like a fine satin.

Wu Mi closed his eyes, and his quiet appearance somehow reminded me of a cat basking in the sun.If he was a cat, he must be a beautiful and proud black cat with a slightly curled tail, as if about to fall asleep.

If he wants to take a nap, he can't fall asleep here. I glanced at the quilt not far away, wondering if my hands are long enough to pull the quilt over to cover him without moving the nest.

While thinking this way, Wu Mi sat up.

As he got up, his long black hair slipped away from my fingertips and fell away.He was wearing a coat, sitting under the eaves with his back to me, leaning forward slightly, pressing his fingers on his eyes.

"...No misery?"

I thought he was uncomfortable, so I leaned over worriedly, he didn't seem to want me to see his expression at the moment, he turned sideways and blocked my sight with his shoulders.

After a moment of silence, he said casually, "Is it summer now?"

The cherry blossoms were falling from the branches. I glanced at the courtyard and hesitated:

"...No, it's spring."

The short episode was quickly forgotten by me. This sentence may sound strange, but Wu Mi has become a bit clingy.

I watched him eat, watched him sleep, watched him drink the bitter soup, and helped him put on his clothes when he sat by the window and read a book.

He likes to let me comb his hair, and the specific expression of his preference is not to refuse.When resting on my lap, he likes to hold my hand, and sometimes unconsciously rubs the base of my left finger.

At the end of spring, the prescription was almost finalized, and some of the herbs required me to go to the palace.I went out early in the morning so that I could return to the mansion at noon, and the process of getting the medicine went smoothly without any obstacles.

I handed the medicinal materials to Axia, went to the sleeping hall, and when I passed the bridge connecting the two halls, I heard someone calling me:

"A Chao."

I turned around subconsciously, and Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou was standing under the eaves of the corridor wearing a coat, with long black hair, bright red eyes, and a pale complexion like a ghost.

My heart beat violently, and I suddenly came back to my senses, but it was too late, and he saw my reaction completely in his eyes.

At that moment, he showed an expression that I can't describe or understand, as if he saw the dead come back to life, as if he had come back to life from the dead, the expression appeared very briefly, like a crack under the glacier, when the flint rubbed it In the blink of an eye, a cluster of sparks was overwhelmed by dark and scalding anger.

Veins protruded from the side of the neck, Oni Wu Tsuji Wumi clenched his finger bones and his eyes looked like a snake that wanted to eat someone.

"... Chao, Sun, Zi."

His tone was cold, as if he wanted to bite the name into pieces between his lips and teeth and swallow it.

The author has something to say: memory fusion, the day will be lost

Asahi: ...... lol

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