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

The cat didn't become my cat, but it became the freest creature in the mansion.

It jumps up and down every day, and human rules and etiquette are useless to it. As long as it seems to be able to crawl, no matter it is the maid's long hair or the tassels hanging from the bamboo curtain, it cannot escape its catastrophic curiosity. .

As a cat, and an underage kitten, its mission is to chase butterflies in the garden. Once, it accidentally fell into a pond and was caught wet by someone. After a few days, it became lively again. The appearance of moving.

Young lives can make mistakes, and they can also make troubles as much as they want. Even if they are injured, they will recover quickly, and the short-term pain can be easily forgotten.

Because of the arrival of the cat, everyone is smiling.

It is everyone's cat now, and there is no need to worry about being fed every day. As long as it is not near the bedroom, it can live a leisurely life.

"Don't you like cats?" Axia asked me carefully.

I squatted by the medicine stove to fan the wind, and the gray smoke curled like the tentacles of a butterfly, slowly drifting in the room.The bitterness is so strong here that cats never visit.

"I think it's fine now."

When I was a child, I was very fond of cats and wanted to raise cats with others.

The kitten will slowly become a big cat, and then find a partner, get married and have children, so there will be a lot of soft and chubby kittens.

Lifting the furnace cover, the bitter heat blows in.

The medicine is ready.

A medicine bowl with lacquered wood and gold was placed on the square tray. I looked at Axia, and she immediately took a step back, but she knew that I would not go to the bedroom. After a long stalemate with me, she could only lower her head and reluctantly He took over the tray carrying the medicine.

The noise of cicadas outside the window stretches into a line, the white sandy ground is shining brightly under the sun, and the sleeping hall and the crossing halls on both sides look like islands floating in the white sea.

The vast mansion is its own world, and every corner and every decoration in this world is as familiar as a part of my body.

The pool water under the Zhu Bridge reflects the clear sky, and the bamboo curtains sway slightly in the breeze. I have walked countless times along the promenade reflecting the light and shadow, even if I close my eyes, I will not bump into the pillars.

I once held the child's hand and took him to learn to walk slowly.Page after page of the diary, like the leaves that will fall off the branches in autumn, since the day he was able to stagger towards me, the river of time has been piled up unknowingly, like dry rainwater Just like falling down.

The rest of the mansion was shocked to hear that I wanted to resign.The maid who served the wife personally was already very old. Since the death of the wife, she has always had the intention of shaving or becoming a monk. She stayed because the son was weak and sick. She has not been in charge these years.

She looked at me very complicatedly. I heard that she burned incense and prayed for his wife day and night. Maybe she recited a lot of scriptures and realized a little bit of Buddha nature. Maybe she can see that I am a soul that does not belong to this era.

"...Are you tired?"

The other party and I exchanged pleasantries for a while, and soon got straight to the point.

I didn't nod or shake my head.

My first reaction was to say no, but the words came to my lips, and I suddenly felt a little dazed in my heart, a kind of emptiness that couldn't be realized.

... am I tired?

I don't seem to have allowed myself to think about it, and the years fly by so quickly when one stops counting them.

That kid learned to walk and call my name as if it were only yesterday.A child who knows nothing about the future or the past staggers towards me, like all newborn beings, like the meaning of my existence at this time, so warm and soft, truly falling into In my arms, I hugged my sleeves.

What is the name of the wave that was stirred up at that moment, the hot thing that surged in my heart?

……

I do not know.

I do not want to know.

"You have a sweetheart?"

This question was very straightforward, and I came back to my senses and said no.

The person opposite suddenly relaxed, and his tense expression melted like snow.

Although there is still a little sadness in the eyes, the most difficult hurdle to cross does not exist——with such an expression, the other party said in the most gentle tone I have ever heard from her: "Then stay stop."

She bent down and saluted me with the utmost solemnity.

"This mansion still needs you."

Speaking of which, the person opposite should be my boss.

The boss has spoken so personally, and the other people are so pitiful that their lives are on you. Even if they are determined to leave, they can't take a step. We can only postpone the resignation until the autumn flowers bloom. .

I told myself it wasn't an escape, I wasn't trying to escape.

I have made a plan from the beginning that I will not stay in this mansion forever.As long as I undo the curse on Onimai Tsuji Mumi and successfully prevent the reincarnation of fate, I will leave here with ease and find a place to spend the rest of my life in peace.

Yes, I will live my own life from now on.

From now on, I can sleep as long as I want every day, and I can eat whatever I want. I am far away from the capital, without those restrictive rules and regulations. Even if I live in poverty, I will feel happy because of freedom.

The season changes from early summer to midsummer.The attendant from the bedroom came again, this time with a letter paper dyed with incense, tied to a flower branch, and familiar handwriting was drawn on the unfolded letter paper, elegant like spring water, quiet like moonlight in a mirror—— A waka.

Onimai Tsuji Mucan used to be able to write waka.

He is a noble son who was once famous in the capital, handsome and talented, and of course he can write waka.

He just never wrote waka for me.

The letter paper sprinkled with gold leaf is warm and hot, and I put the letter on the desk, hoping that it will disappear with confidence, disintegrate and melt, and dissipate cleanly like a dream when I wake up.

But it doesn't.

I have considered for a long time where to throw the letter, maybe it can be thrown into the water, maybe it can be buried in the soil, but if it cannot be dissolved in water, buried in the soil and someone digs it out, what should I do at that time? Well, I have seen the letter, seen its content, and know by whose hand it was born.I saw that heart, and there was someone's heart hidden in every waka, and I couldn't pretend it never existed.

I finally put the letter away, and if I didn’t return the poem, it was a rejection. This is the rule of this era. The relationship between a man and a woman is connected by waka. When there is no reply, the relationship will end.

A thin song was put into the box on the dressing table by me. A few days later, the attendant came again, and this time the waka was also tied to the flower branch.

Although I tried my best to hide it, Axia still noticed it. She asked me if I was in a relationship. When she heard that I didn't intend to reply to the letter, she showed a particularly sympathetic expression, and said with a long sigh that I don't know which poor young man this is, okay. A cavity of love was actually treated as a pile of waste paper.

Those letters were piled up, and I don't know what kind of incense they were dyed with. The smell lingered for a long time, and I couldn't concentrate, so I had to take a leave of absence and went to a Buddhist temple in the suburbs of Beijing to relax.

The eminent monks in the Buddhist hall were preaching scriptures, and the female relatives stayed in the bullock carts, and from time to time quietly looked at the male guests outside through the gaps in the imperial curtains.

I leaned against the wall of the car, closed my eyes, but couldn't calm down.

Maybe I should resign early.

Maybe I should tell Onimai Tsuji that I don't like cats and I don't want to receive Waka.

I don't want everything I ever wanted, I just want to keep a calm mind and live my life peacefully.

I stayed outside the temple all day.In the evening, the twilight is all together.

I went back to the mansion, the room was quiet, someone was sitting at my table, the summer flowers outside the window were blown in by the wind, reminding me of the evening song of this season, the petals that were about to wither gave off their last fragrance, like poison Just as addicting.

The young man was dressed in unlined clothes, with long hair as black as ink, and a profile like cold and flawless white jade. His slightly drooping eyelids cast fine shadows on the eye sockets. He was obviously thin and thin, but for no reason, he had a sluggish and gorgeous color like a begonia.

I heard that hunters in the world are good at disguising. He has always looked so gloomy recently. Others may feel pity when they see it, but I won't.

He turned back into a weak human body overnight, and he was naturally in a bad mood.

"Why didn't you reply?"

"Because I won't."

I can't write songs.If you want to express your love, you once wanted to express your love, but you would only do your best to be good to someone clumsily, and finally put your own conscience into it.

He didn't move, his plum-red pupils stared at me, as if observing whether I was lying, trying to find the gap in my expression.

After a while, he moved his throat, as if he couldn't bear it, and said in a depressed tone: "Why are you sitting so far away?"

"Because it's too hot."

Because I have to sit so far away, as far away from him as possible.

One cannot fall twice in the same pit.

"You go back." I said to him, "It's not good for others to see."

"So what if you see it." Wu Mi didn't care, "It's so hard for them not to know who sent you these letters."

"Of course they don't know."

"Then they'll know sooner or later," he said. "I'll be your husband."

I felt so incredible for a moment that I forgot to make a sound.

From the perspective of the world, I am almost his elder.

He tilted his head slightly, his long black curly hair fell down, and his pale and handsome face was like a cold-blooded sea monster in mythology: "You think I care about the opinions of creatures with short lifespans like humans?"

"I've tried everything, Asahi."

Regardless of whether he used strong means to plunder, or softly apologized, he even allowed me to avoid him again and again, but his patience was almost to the limit.

"What exactly do you want?" Ghost Mai Tsuji asked me, with a calm expression like a lunatic, "What else do you want?"

"Is that why you refuse to love me?"

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