It is said that Sun Pillar-sama is the god of fire

The old man carrying the basket had no intention of caring for the obviously ill child, and put down the worn-out basket in his hands heavily. The dishes inside made a crisp sound as they collided, as if it would be completely broken if he was not careful.

"Eat quickly! Unlucky things!"

Throwing the basket heavily to the door, the old man turned around quickly and stomped his feet, as if he wanted to shake off all the bad luck he had been infected with.

No matter how sick the child inside was, the old lady left quickly, unwilling to stay here for a second.

Anyway, he is just an abandoned son abandoned by the family, and he is still a monster. It is kind enough for the master to spare his life and not beat the monster to death. It is absolutely impossible for him to take more care of him.

The servants who came here have all worked in the maternity house for many years, and the master's attitude towards this child has long been known, so he dared to be so presumptuous and vicious.

If it wasn't for fear of starving to death and making it difficult to explain, the old lady would not have set foot in this place at all.

The air floated slightly, as if an invisible existence quietly passed by, leaving only a faint temperature in the air, indicating the existence of gods.

The coughing of the child in the house gradually weakened, and the old wooden door made a harsh "squeak" sound, and was pulled open a small gap.The faint light penetrated into the dark room, but it could not dispel the darkness that had been entrenched in the room for many years.

Pale and thin arms stretched out from the gap, and quickly retracted after grabbing the basket, as if they would be stabbed by the dull sunlight outside if they stayed a second longer.The gap in the wooden door was closed, and the old house returned to darkness again.

The young children held the old bamboo baskets and carefully lifted the white cloth covering the baskets to avoid being stabbed by the bamboo sticks everywhere.The child who hadn't been out for many years had a pale complexion, his body was already weak and he had never been cared for carefully, his complexion was sallow, not at all as rosy as a child should be.

The child pursed his lips tightly and looked at the leftovers in the basket without saying a word.The dirty dishes and bowls contained the already cold and poorly presented meals. It looked like they were squandered by the servants and then sent to him, barely coping.

Despite being weak and sickly since childhood, and being neglected by his family, the child is exceptionally precocious.No matter how much the family doesn't like him, he is the patriarch's child, and the Miyashiki clan won't treat him so harshly that he can only eat leftovers.

Holding up the rice bowl silently, swallowing the dry and hard rice ball, the child covered his mouth, trying to hold back the cough that was stimulated by the cold rice and almost rushed out of his throat.

Speaking of which, he is also hard-fated, obviously weak and sick since he was a child, and even because of this, he has never been able to step out of the door, but he can live until he is six or seven years old in such a simple environment.

Thinking of this, the child couldn't help sneering.

Maybe he really is a monster.

Suddenly, a cluster of weak flames appeared in the room. It was obviously just a tiny flame seedling, but it seemed to be able to dispel the darkness and cold entrenched in the room. The bright light was reflected in the depths of the child's dark and deep eyes.

Before he could recover from the sudden flames, suddenly a pair of warm and dry hands gently took away the thoroughly cold meal from his hands, and a clear and soft voice rang in his ears.

"No, it's not good for your health to eat cold food."

That healthy young voice was like a steady stream of bright and warm flames radiating in front of him. Just listening to it, a warm current gradually flowed into the bottom of my heart, silently nourishing the cold heart of the child.

Turning his head subconsciously, the child bumped into those deep red clear eyes before he could make a sound, and saw his own reflection in the other's eyes very clearly.

The boy who appeared in his room for some reason narrowed his eyes, as if he was simply delighted to see him.

"You are Yue Yan, right?"

Tsukihiko?

The child who hadn't heard his name from others for a long time was stunned. He had always been called a monster by the servants, or looked at him coldly. For a moment, he almost had the illusion that the other party was calling someone else.

The child whose thoughts drifted away unconsciously suddenly noticed a very strange thing.How did this person know that he was called "Yue Yan" when he himself was about to forget his name?

And... Yue Yan turned his head to look at the shabby and shabby house, silently clenched his fists tightly, and the sharp nails pierced the flesh of his palm, causing waves of dull pain.

He didn't think he had anything that the young man in front of him could plot.

The young man in front of him was wearing a black dress, even if he hadn't touched the material of the dress, he could guess that it must not be something ordinary people could afford.

And what made the child even more sure that the person in front of him was an extraordinary person was the unexplainable peculiar temperament that lingered around the young man.Even if the young man looked at him with a soft expression now, he still couldn't conceal the vague nobility.

Yue Yan lowered his eyes and did not casually accept the words of the god in front of him.

Maybe it's nature, maybe it's caused by the environment he lived in since he was a child. He was very sensitive since he was a child, and he can quite keenly perceive the thoughts in other people's hearts.Yue Yan can be sure that this guy who appeared inexplicably has no malice towards him, but maybe it's because of the treatment he received since he was a child that he doesn't dare to trust the person in front of him easily.

"How do you know my name?"

The child narrowed his dark eyes, carefully raised his eyes to look at the young man in front of him, pursed his lips, his face was full of guard.

"This..." The child in front of him thought that he had restrained his emotions perfectly, but he didn't know that all the uneasiness and vigilance in his heart had already been caught by Vulcan's sensitive nose.Tanjiro Kamado sighed, feeling more and more pity for the child in front of him.

This child was completely different from the pampered young masters he saw in the maternity house Shiki Honkan. He was originally weak, and coupled with the overt and covert harsh treatment by the servants, his face, which was already extremely fair due to years of not seeing the sun, was even paler. Almost bloodless.

"Your relatives pray to me to protect you and grow up safely."

Vulcan raised his hand lightly, and the quietly burning flame in the center of the room seemed to have received some order, and it floated to Yue Yan's side. At first glance, it was a little silly and cute.

Perhaps bewitched, Yueyan raised his hand, and carefully held the flame in front of him in the palm of his hand. The faint flame swayed in the child's hand, and the bright and dark flames leaked out from the gap in the child's hand, reflecting on the pair of dark like eyes. In those deep pool-like eyes.

This is a temperature he has never felt before.

Obviously, it should be a flame with a frightening temperature that could easily burn him, but it really held this seemingly weak flame, but what it brought was only the warmth that seemed to penetrate to the bottom of my heart.

It is different from the feeling of faint residual warmth left by food in rare cases, and it is also different from the high fever of illness, which can really dispel all coldness and melt all ice. The temperature of the flame seedlings gradually warmed up.

Carefully holding Yanmiao to his chest, quietly feeling the warm touch that he had never experienced before, the child's originally vigilant expression gradually relaxed.

He could probably guess who the praying person was.

It should be his so-called mother.

It's not impossible to guess her difficulty.He knows very well that he is just an outcast of the Ubuyashiki clan, and even a filthy existence that can never be mentioned.Being able to place him in this kind of side room, so that he would not starve to death, is still a family of obstetrics who are afraid of being gossiped by others.

As a regular wife, even though she was worried about her weak child, she couldn't see him due to her status and family rules, so she could only secretly ask some unknown doctors to treat him occasionally, or privately entrust servants to treat him. What items to bring for him—although basically they will be taken by the servants privately.

Suddenly hearing the person in front of him say that, an indescribable grievance suddenly filled his heart.

It's not that she doesn't know her helplessness, even if she tells herself again and again that she has no choice, the child who has never really received the love from her parents still can't help but feel sour at the tip of her nose, stubbornly unwilling to forgive her mother.

Just let him be so willful for once, and he can only be so willful.

Raising his head, the slightly moist corners of the child's eyes were flickering under the light of the flame in his palm, and he poked into the softest part of Kamado Tanjirou's heart at once.

Completely different from Ye Bu and that little slippery ghost, the child in front of him is real, he has never felt any warmth, and grew up alone from the endless cold and indifference.

"You are... Master Vulcan?" Holding the flame in his palm, Yue Yan looked at the handsome young man in front of him, and probably had some guesses about his identity.

Fire □□ Taboo is well-known to every family, and even a person who stays at home like him can hear words about Vulcan from the occasional conversations of those servants.

By the way, the child suddenly remembered what he heard from a maid who was always bitter and mean. Today seemed to be the Vulcan Festival. When he heard it, he still laughed in his heart how someone like her would be blessed by Vulcan.

As long as you connect the warm flame in your hand, today's special day, and the layers of flame patterns on the person in front of you, the identity of the person is ready to be revealed.

"Why do you..." Holding the flame in his heart, Yue Yan pursed his lips, hesitated for a while but couldn't help asking questions.

He is just an abandoned child, even with his mother's prayer, he shouldn't be able to attract Vulcan to stop.

"Why..." However, Vulcan in front of him seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and waved his hand fiercely. Even in the weak light, he could see the graceful arc of the wide sleeves sliding in the air.

Countless flames spread in the room, the bright fire completely dispelled the perennial darkness, the scorching temperature completely melted the cold in the room, the child's dark eyes were full of sparks, and the soft warm red light reflected in every corner of the room.

The god of flames quietly descended into his life in such a gentle way, opening up the originally dark life for him.