This is a nurturing essay

My life is boring.

I can easily see what the people around me are thinking.I can also learn all kinds of knowledge easily.

I learned all kinds of meaningless rules and lived a life where I could see the end at a glance.

So boring, so boring, so boring.

Oops, this maid is loathing the look in my eyes.Oops, this classmate is jealous of my family.

The people around me are so boring.

Why be happy or angry for one simple reason?

Humans are so weird.

My father only cares about whether I am obedient or not, and whether the etiquette is in order.My mother only cared about whether I was well dressed and whether I got good grades.

Brothers and sisters only care about whether I will affect their status.

The servants only care about whether my "service" is in place, which affects their work.

The teachers and classmates don't care about me at all.

Only Sayuri would say to me, "Master Xiuzhi, be happy."

However, Sayuri.

It's so hard to be happy.

Why can you laugh so happily at some meaningless things so easily?

This joy... I...

I can't understand it.

So I tried to find something "different" in this home.

I began to test everyone's bottom line, playing pranks, cheating on not going to school, and not following etiquette.

I was greeted with scolding from my parents and a gradually resigned attitude.

They said, "Shuji, that's not what a good boy should do."

Well, I'm probably a bad boy.

I have already found out.What they care about is just a shell. It doesn't really matter how I am.

What is the outside world like?

Is it ugly and boring like the Tsushima family and the people in the school?

Sayuri doesn't know.

She just told me: "Master Xiuzhi, it's dangerous outside, don't run far."

However, home may be more dangerous for me.This kind of life is the same every day, without feeling a little bit of happiness...

So boring, so boring, so boring.

I started having trouble sleeping.

Because the night is free, no one will restrain him.I can imagine everything in the dark, without observing any etiquette...

I've grown to like the dark.

Probably because "darkness" is an unknown to me.

That day, the servants mentioned death.

Bad guys go to hell.

What is death like?Does hell really exist?

Ah... this is what everyone fears, the "unknown".

If I die, will I also go to hell?I'm a bad boy.

This is something I don't know.So I became curious.

Another dark night.I try to picture death.

This time, I failed.

Although I have learned about "death" in books and other people's words, these people have never died...

I rarely come across something that piques my curiosity.

I wanted to do something, but I didn't know what to do.So I had no choice but to push open the heavy windows, let the dim moonlight break the safe darkness, and let myself return to the human world.

The yard is still the same.

My life is still uneventful.

……

……Um?

what is that?

Something different came into view.

Under the dim light, someone came step by step.He wore a large cloak and hood, and walked quietly.

It's like the ghost in the story.

A strong sense of excitement in the face of the unknown suddenly rose.But at this time, the clouds moved away, and the moonlight became brighter, illuminating the place.

That "ghost messenger" has a shadow.

I was a little disappointed, but soon cheered up again.

who is he?Why is it here?did he see me?What will he do?

he……

I spoke to him with great curiosity.

Then, this mysterious "Mr. Monster" entered my room and broke into my darkness.

There is another person in my darkness.This man told me a story that I had never heard before in a light and ethereal voice.

Then Mr. Monster left and wanted me to think it was all a dream.

Excessive!

But I'm starting to look forward to seeing this gentleman next time.I guess the other party has not finished what he has to do, and I should still have the opportunity to meet him.

So I started to open the window secretly at night, waiting for a mysterious visitor.

As for the cold, it's nothing, I don't sleep anyway, and I seldom get sick.

I succeeded.

Mr. Monster is here, and with it a new story.But this time, Mr. Monster left behind a gift.

It's revealed, Mr. Monster.

This is not mysterious, not like a monster.

but……

I looked at the galaxy flowing in the small Japanese room, and gently hugged the little lamp.

However, he brought me a galaxy.

I hid the little lamp behind a book.I know Sayuri, and Sayuri always ignores that place subconsciously.

I began to continue to wait for Mr. Monster.

This time, I waited a long time.But that mysterious man did not appear in my darkness again.

Mr. Housekeeper finally arranged for me a new tutor.How did the previous teacher get along?What did he say about me?

Well, stubborn, incurable, unable to teach, leave.

What will this teacher say when he leaves?

This new teacher seems very interesting.

Shuji Tsushima's big battle begins!

……

...Wow, failed.

Why is this person not angry?

Obviously I have done too much!Why is this teacher looking at me helplessly and laughing!

So, I angrily did something that I later regretted.

I broke the handle of the teapot.Not completely knocked off, but a little bit left.

If Mr. Rokujo picked it up to pour tea, the teapot would probably break in the air and be scalded by the hot tea.

... The somewhat dazed teacher really didn't see the crack.As usual, he picked up the teapot.

I suddenly feel uncomfortable.I want to stop Mr. Rokujo——

--broken.

The teapot fell from the sky.

I subconsciously rushed forward, trying to catch the teapot that was pouring out boiling water.

It seems to feel the heat...

It seems, a little impulsive?

But the boiling water did not pour on me.

I look up.

Wide sleeves with familiar patterns covered my head.

It was the man opposite who covered me with the arm that was not holding the teapot.

The teapot was broken in half on the floor.

The man moved his arm away, and the hot water dripped down the man's wide sleeve.

I stared at him blankly.

The man silently glanced at the endgame, and I saw his hands turn red instantly.

I belatedly realized... this must have hurt.

I am most afraid of pain.

If the hot water fell on me just now, it would definitely hurt too.Now it is Teacher Liutiao who is in pain.

The man approached me.

I subconsciously closed my eyes and flinched.

Probably get beaten.

Will it hurt?

Will it hurt as much as Teacher Liutiao's hot red hand?

I heard a low "excuse me", the ugly voice I'm used to hearing these days.Then I felt that the man gently picked me up and put me in another place.

I open my eyes.

The place where I was sitting just now was already wet by the dizzy hot water.

Only then did the maids rush in.

I didn't care what they said, just looked at the back of Mr. Liujo.

Man seems to be going out to deal with burns...

As if he noticed my gaze, the man stopped suddenly, walked back to my side, and carefully touched my head with his good hand, not even daring to touch the top of my head.Then he paused and said softly:

"Don't be afraid."

"Mr. Xiuzhi is a good boy, I know."

After that day, I never resorted to extreme measures again.

But... this feeling is so familiar.

Teacher Liutiao is still the same, he will sigh helplessly after I play a prank, and look at me gently and tolerantly.

I've noticed the erudition beneath the other's youthful exterior.I tentatively asked the questions deep in my heart, and the man would always answer me seriously.

The feeling of familiarity is getting heavier and heavier.

this tenderness...

It looks like Mr. Monster who came to tell me stories after seeing me in the middle of the night.

Moreover, the probability of two people who can't see through and treat me well suddenly appearing in the world is too small.

It just so happened that Sayuri went home on leave.I decided to try it out.

Knowing that the other maids would clean up the bookshelves, I left the projector lamp there.

Everything went according to plan.

Teacher Liutiao really stood up.

I should have acted well.

Come on, Mr. Liujo, let me see, are you the mysterious Mr. Monster?

……what.

Teacher Liu Tiao does not accept the offer.

Father was fooled.

However, I feel even more that this person is that Mr. Monster.

And only this person can think of touching my head.

Thinking of Mr. Yokai's behavior when we first met, I became more and more certain.

This attempt was considered a success.

but……

I looked at my father's back and suddenly realized.

ah.He took my galaxy away.

Obviously, I didn't want to drive it a few times.

-

That night, I waited for Mr. Monster.

I realized that this gentleman was no longer trying to hide his identity.Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that you came to see me just after you lost the lamp?

But no stories tonight.

Mr. Monster used the mysterious illusion that only exists in the story-I can't figure out how the other party did it-and then flew me away from the dead house.

We soar in the night sky.

This hug is very warm.

I saw Mr. Yokai's hair, curly hair, the same as Mr. Rokujo.

I closed my eyes and pretended not to see.

Let the story of "Mr. Monster" be extended for a while.

Then, I saw the sky full of fireworks.

And the true face of Mr. Monster.

Unexpectedly young.

I looked at this person's appearance, and my brain automatically guessed the identity of this person.

Could it be my future self?

Impossible, I will not be such a gentle person.

That is the Tsushima family.

but never seen...

……

Forget it.

Now, fireworks are more important.

I stared blankly at the fireworks, keeping this scene firmly in my heart.

——A god whose existence is unknown.

——If this is a dream, please let this dream wake up a little later.

-

The fireworks are over.

Mr. Monster sent me home and left.

Lying back on the futon and pretending to be asleep, I heard the maid come in and observe his footsteps going out again, and suddenly remembered the discussion I heard in the morning.

Sayuri resigned.

Did not say goodbye to me.

Ahh—that’s it—

What is gained and cherished will always be lost.But sooner or later...

People have been experiencing loss repeatedly throughout their lives.

what a pain.

How boring.

never mind.This dream has been around long enough.

Let's end it early.

The next day, I exposed the truth about Mr. Rokujo and Mr. Monster.Then chased him away with sharp language.

This young man whose real identity should be my half-brother left.

Great, my life is back on track.

I think.

However, I always feel that there is a follow-up to this matter.The unknown brother probably won't be driven away so easily.

With an unknown mentality, I secretly opened the iron bolt of the window.

I will stay for three days.

I told myself.

... As a result, this person came the next night.

He opened the window, stepped on the moonlight, brought the wind of freedom, everything was exactly the same as the night when we first met.

He gave me a third story.

Then cunningly stuck at twelve o'clock and invited me on a brand new day.

unacceptable.

I've wanted to escape from this wretched place for a long time...how could I refuse?

"Mr. Monster" knew that I would not let go of the opportunity to leave, so he ran to invite me so carelessly.

I really won't say no.

I yearn for all unknown stimuli.

Whether it is safe or credible does not need to be considered at all.

This person will bring me interesting things and show me the world.

This is enough.

If he can't, then I'll run away.

Now, it is more important to hold this hand.

After all, this is the person who gave me another piece of fireworks after my Milky Way was taken away.

Say it and do it.

brother.