Why aren't people raising me

Masaharu found himself in love with Tsukihiko when he was 14 years old.

He felt that his sprouting mood went with the flow, because in the eyes of Masaharu, Tsukihiko was an extremely good person.

He is confident and capable, gentle and humble, yet not to be bullied. His speech at business conferences is refined and refined, he is always thoughtful and decent when entertaining friends, and he will show an aura that cannot be underestimated when facing strangers.

A person who can't make mistakes in all aspects of society.

The scene of recognizing his own heart is very touching. Masaharu couldn't fix the accessories of his clothes at that time, and the cufflinks were in a mess. It was Tsukihiko who walked up to him, lowered his head and reached out to fix it for him.

The black curly-haired young man's fingers were long and dexterous, perhaps because Masaharu's skin temperature was relatively low, he felt that the place where Tsukihiko accidentally rubbed it was hot.

Masaharu quietly raised his eyes to look at his teacher.

He lowered his eyelids, and the expression in his pupils was a little careless.

The distance between them was so close that Masaharu could count Tsukihiko's eyelashes even if he had poor eyesight.He has grown a lot in the past two years, at least he no longer needs to look up at people.

thump.

thump.

Masaharu suddenly heard his own heartbeat.

Masaharu felt bitterness before he felt the joy of this sudden enlightenment.

"Honey, I'm ready."

The door was gently pushed open, and a beautiful woman came in, "When are we going to set off, the horses are ready."

Yaji was stunned.

It turned out to be unrequited love.

he thinks.

Because Tsukihiko already has a family.Yue Yan is also a considerate husband and a qualified father in the family.

His wife has the etiquette of the upper class, elegant and decent, and she will show a bright smile when facing Masaharu.They also have a lovely baby girl who is still in her infancy.

So Masaharu believes that Tsukihiko also longs for a family.

So even if he was depressed, he never dared to show anything.

But the body responds to the gloomy mood, and Masaharu suffers from insomnia for three days, because of his fruitless love affair, and because of his teacher's sense of immorality.

"What a wonderful dream."

"This child has unreasonable thoughts about Mr. Wu Mi."

Xia Xianyi said so.

"Thoughts you shouldn't have?" Tired didn't realize it, "What are thoughts you shouldn't have?"

"Have you ever paid attention to his psychology?" Nightmare, who likes to see people in pain, also knows human emotions like the back of his hand, "He is 14 years old, and he is getting rid of childishness and entering adulthood, and he recently went out with Master Wu Mi The longer you look, the more you can see.”

"Be clear."

"It's just..." Nightmare narrowed her eyes, her lips curled up in a consistent way, "He fell in love with Lord Wu Mi."

tired:"……"

Tired blinked his eyes in a daze, "Masaji wants to be a family member with Mr. Wu Mi?"

"Pfft, ha ha ha ha ha..." Nightmare laughed wantonly, "Tired, you really are, I want to say that you have no progress, not everyone is as obsessed with family members as you are."

Being ridiculed, Xia Xianwu lowered his brows displeased, exuding a faint air of coldness.

"Okay, okay, we are the same companions of Twelve Ghost Moons, if there is a conflict, Lord Wu Mi will be upset." Nightmare opened his hands, his expression fascinated, "It's not the love between family members, Masaharu gave birth to Yes, it is illusory and wonderful, the love between lovers."

Tired and stunned.

"love?"

He repeated in disbelief, "Love?"

Immediately afterwards, he raised his voice as if it was incomprehensible and unimaginable, "He actually treated Mr. Wu Mi...?!"

"Hush..." Nightmare put her index finger in front of her lips, "Master Wu Mi needs to know."

Oops.

The tired cold sweat fell instantly,

They spilled Yaji's secrets.

Tired can't predict the reaction of Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou when he finds out about this matter. That adult has always been unpredictable. He doesn't hate the loyalty and loyalty of others, but...but what about love with the color of desire?

Tired controlled the thoughts in his head, but he was still terrified for several days. Yazhi's energy improved a little after he was able to fall asleep, and everything seemed to be normal.

"Tired, why do I feel you are nervous?"

Yazhi found that he was often distracted by looking at him tiredly, with suppressed anxiety in his eyes.

"You feel wrong, brother." Lei concealed,

"Your tone has become ruthless." Yazhi understood him more and more, "Is there someone else who is bothering us?"

"No."

"By the way, can you contact Mr. Yue Yan?"

Tired pupils trembled, looking at Yazhi with scrutiny, he said anxiously, "What are you going to do?"

Masaharu raised his eyebrows and laughed, "You also said that you are not nervous. I just want to ask him some academic questions. Mr. Tsukihiko missed his appointment tonight, and I am also a little worried about him."

"He'll be fine."

"Why do you say that?" Masaji wondered, "Ghosts have enemies."

And ghosts die silently.

Tired subconsciously comforted him, "Even if something happens to any ghost, he will be fine."

Yazhi was hoarse for a moment, "I see."

The number of times he and Yueyan met was not frequent, like twice a month, and sometimes Yueyan would take him out for a day or two. Even so, the role of teacher still occupied an extremely important position in his life.As if full of anticipation and hope, Masaharu's life has become impatient since he had Tsukihiko. Sometimes he feels that time is unbearably slow, and sometimes he feels that it passes too fast.

And Masaharu is worthy of being a child taught by Yue Yan, he almost wants to be carved in the same mold as him.

The distance he walks, the curvature of his eyes and brows when he talks, the tone of his words, all try to imitate the teacher until these are engraved into natural habits.

It's just that Masaharu doesn't quite understand why his family members look at him strangely occasionally.

He followed Yueyan on the train, and saw the beautiful cherry blossoms in the dark night, the petals fluttered down on his head, and his teacher would calmly raise his hand to brush them away.

and so……

"you love Me?"

On a certain day, Yue Yan uttered these three words in a strange tone without warning.

Yazhi felt his ears ringing suddenly, he learned to lie without a teacher, "Love, of course, because you are my respected teacher."

His frantically spinning brain told himself: the tone should be neither hasty nor slow, and the body and expression should be natural.

"In my life so far, apart from being tired and my family, there is only you."

But Tsukihiko didn't respond to his words.

He sat there with his legs crossed, his elbows leaning against the handle of the seat, and he touched his cheek with one hand, but a pair of red eyes that were about to drip blood were exposed from between his fingers.

He furrowed his brows lightly, and the shadows in his eyes became a little more sinister.

He looked at Yazhi with more scrutiny than before, but grinned the corners of his lips in excitement and disdain.

Masaharu had never seen this look.

But he found that Yueyan seldom blinked when he was not facing human beings. He would always stare at someone aggressively. .

So...are you angry?

Could it be that I... have revealed something?The teacher saw his thoughts?

Yazhi's face was normal, but he was panicked.

Afterwards, he saw Yueyan put down his hand and raised his jaw slightly, "It's really ridiculous."

"..."

"However, although your delusion is audacious, it is not so stupid that it is unrealistic."

Masaharu's face turned pale, and now he was strangely glad that his skin color could conceal this.

Tsukihiko walked up to him and looked down at him condescendingly, as if he felt a little satisfied again, he lifted Masaharu's chin lightly, and looked at his face, "It's just that human beings will produce such despicable and useless things. idea."

His nails suddenly extended, and his fingers moved to cut Masaharu's neck, and then Tsukihiko withdrew his hand as if he had been scalded.

His eyes slightly widened in shock and anger, "The wisteria flower..."

Masaji rubbed his neck in a daze, and sure enough, a stream of warm liquid flowed out, but the wound was not very deep, and he should be able to stop the bleeding soon.

Yue Yan shook off the blood on his fingertips, snorted coldly, and snapped his fingers lightly,

Naruto's door appeared behind Masaharu in an instant, Tsukihiko returned to his usual feeling, he showed a false but genuine smile, "You go back first."

Then, it was as if this conversation had never happened, and their way of getting along went back to the past.

Yazhi struggled for two days. He always felt that something was wrong, and he couldn't understand the teacher's attitude. Finally, he tentatively asked about tiredness.

There are no secrets between their families, and they can say anything.

"That's it. Mr. Yueyan accidentally hurt my neck. Is it because I am so fragrant that you can't help drooling." He reviewed the whole process solemnly.

tired:"……"

Tired: "Although you are really fragrant..."

He took Yazhi's hand, "Well done, Yazhi."

Masaharu laughed a few times, "Why are you praising me all of a sudden?"

"Because you worked hard and were very cautious, as long as you didn't cross the line." Tiri tapped his fingers lightly, but avoided Masaharu's real question about Yue Yan, "Would you like to see the sunset?"

"The sun has been setting earlier and earlier lately."

"Because it's autumn."

Masaharu was a little frightened, probably because of Tsukihiko's eyes and bleeding from the injury, he couldn't feel anything when he was busy during the day, but he often had nightmares at night, and couldn't remember what he dreamed of when he woke up.

With the help of Nightmare, he finally got rid of the shadow.

Yazhi still did not give up looking for Zhushi.

He followed Yueyan to some business occasions, got in touch with talents in various fields, and unknowingly formed his own contacts.

Although, these people are all of the same age, they are the heirs of various families, brought out by their father to exercise, the situation is similar to that of Yazhi.

They also abide by the etiquette, and they also don't show any strange eyes to Masaharu, but some of them are disobedient playboys, and there will always be some evil information channels.

Yazhi didn't feel anything at first, until his peers put their arms around his shoulders, he suddenly realized...he seems to have a friend.

The definition of a friend is not as restrictive as that of a loved one. If you have a good chat with him, you may be able to become a friend.

The more people around you come and go, the more you can tell the depth of his friendship for you based on everyone's attitude.

The boy who hangs around Masaji most often is named Zhilang. He is a relatively informal person. Because his family is rich and well-loved, he is a little lawless, and because of his father's teachings, he restrains his behavior and always behaves when the two are alone. Complaining to Masaharu,

"Why do I have to wear such cumbersome clothes? It's not as comfortable as a kimono at all. My father changed the decoration style of our whole family because he was doing business with those foreigners. He also ordered me not to bend over, otherwise the clothes would wrinkle. "Zhi Lang grabbed his collar in disgust, "It's good for you, you are well dressed, stretched like a string."

This is the first time for Yazhi to get along with this kind of person, and he just finds it interesting, "Can't you just change it secretly?"

"No! If my father finds out, he will punish me and make me learn those foreign languages. My head will grow bigger." He greeted Yazhi to eat, ordered a table of dishes generously, and continued, "Mr. Didn't teach you a foreign language, does he have this plan? You know, the words are so awkward, my tongue is getting knotted, and I will be laughed at for my accent if I don't speak well."

"Accent? I hear their accents are different."

Zhilang stuck out his tongue, "A group of guys with eyes above the top, their different accents are due to regional differences and characteristics, and our different accents are lame, flattering country bumpkins."

Masaharu's heart tightened, "Then I have to study hard, what if I lose Mr. Yueyan's face..."

"You, you..." Zhi Lang pointed at him tremblingly, "You are so boring!"

Yazhi frowned, "Boring, what are you pestering me for?"

"Don't talk about it, don't talk about it." Zhilang waved his hand, "I found out what you asked me before." He bent his eyes, like a child who is satisfied with completing a task and then asks for praise, "Not famous but A doctor with good medical skills, she is still a woman, is her name Zhu Shi?"

Yazhi shrank his fingers holding the teacup, and nodded reservedly,

"I heard from friends that she only treats some special patients, and she doesn't seem to care about money. She usually finds patients by herself."

Yazhi's heart skipped a beat, "Will she hide in the crowd and look for patients?"

"Your statement is so strange, why did she hide in the crowd?"

"Nothing, thank you for your help."

"It's nothing, you just have to say good things to me in front of Mr. Yueyan." Zhilang smiled, "My father always wants me to have a good relationship with Mr. Yueyan, but I feel uncomfortable when I see him. Pale to the point of dying of illness—"

His unrestrained speech made Yazhi feel a little irritated, and he lowered his voice to warn, "Zhilang, be careful with your words."

"Hey, you look a lot like him when you darken your face."

Zhilang didn't care, "Okay, okay, I just don't say anything, sorry, sometimes I don't talk through my brain, you know me, and I don't mean it."

then,

Masaharu never saw Zhilang again.

Once again, I received a letter from Zhilang's family, and was invited to attend the funeral.

***

In retrospect, it was one of the few times Masaharu cried in his life.

When he was at Zhilang's funeral, he was still in a daze, so his expression was strangely calm. After returning home, he felt the sadness that was so thick that it oppressed his chest.

He was so sad that he shrank in the room, because he couldn't stand up, he could only kneel on the ground, and then sobbed hoarsely.

His voice attracted the family members, and they rushed over and opened the door in a panic, "Masaji, what's the matter Masaharu?!"

"Is something wrong? Does it hurt anywhere?"

The family didn't understand him, they just thought that he couldn't bear the pain, that's why he curled up into a ball in such a mess.They gathered around Yazhi, patted his back comfortingly, "Is it very painful, I'll go to the doctor."

Only tired seemed to see his sadness.

It's regret, it's the pain and loneliness like being cut off from something forever, it's the regret and drowning-like suffocation that makes people immerse themselves in the memories of the past irresistibly, and then find that everything has turned into nothing.

Tired walked in front of Yazhi, reached out to caress his face, "Did something happen?"

Masaharu choked up, "My... my friend passed away."

The family members frowned inexplicably, "Friends? Do you have friends?"

"Tired..." Masaharu looked at the white-haired ghost, he was the only one in the family, and his expression was gloomy as if he felt Masaharu's pain, "I made an appointment with him to see next year's cherry blossoms, and he still wants to see the cherry blossoms with me. Said, let me drink with him for the first time in my life when I am an adult."

"But I don't understand..."

"He was so young, how did he die?"

Zhilang's death has also become Masaharu's nightmare.

Suffering a severe blow, his body suddenly couldn't hold on, and he was so sick that he seemed to die in the next second. Therefore, the atmosphere at home suddenly returned to the moment of nervous tension.

Lying on the bed, he took deep and shallow breaths, tired and went to find a doctor for him, and his mother took care of him, although she couldn't help much.

Mom can only find something to say, "What kind of friend is it? Human?"

"It's human." Yazhi said, not avoiding the topic, "I thought I didn't care about him before, because I only saw him a few times, chatted with him, and ate something..."

"Then why..."

"There is no reason, just thinking that such a simple thing will never happen in the future, I am shocked that human life is more fragile than flowers, and our present may be broken in an instant in the future."

His mother looked at him dumbly, and finally sighed dryly, "Yazhi...is really a gentle child."

This disease lasted for a year,

After taking an unknown amount of drugs, Masaji was able to move freely again at the age of 16.

Because of the death of his friend, he has become a little more silent than before, but this can also be attributed to the fact that his personality naturally becomes calm when he grows up.

"Don't talk to humans." Lei said to him, "It's meaningless, they don't live long, and ghosts have a long life."

Yazhi remembered this advice.

He reads as usual, lives with ghosts, gives care and love to Lei, and occasionally goes out with Yue Yan.

Then one night, Masaharu and Tsukihiko were walking in the market in Tokyo, and suddenly noticed someone approaching rapidly.

The man put Yue Yan on the shoulder, his brows were full of anger.

"Teacher, do you know this boy?"

Yaji asked softly.

Yue Yan's daughter was also puzzled, "Father, what's the matter?"

Afterwards, Masaharu saw the terrified expression on the boy's face.

Humanity?

Kamado Tanjiro couldn't believe it,

It turned out to be human?

Women, girls, boys, all human? !

And why is this boy called Oni Wu Tsuji Wumai?teacher? ? !

Don't they know that this man is a ghost—?

"No, I have no impression of this person at all."

This episode was revealed by a pedestrian's sudden madness. Yazhi carefully observed the appearance of the crazy person, because the scene was too chaotic, he couldn't see it clearly.

It seems... a lot like a ghost?

What is it, a ghost that suddenly failed to pretend to be in the crowd and couldn't control himself?

"Yazhi, we are leaving, don't look."

"Sorry, teacher, I was distracted."

"You still have something to do, go first."

To be sent away.

Yazhi understood what he meant, "Okay, then I'll look for you later."

Then, Masaharu will never forget the scene he happened to witness.

His teacher killed two people because he was attacked by passers-by and provoked by words.

Facing the only surviving woman, he squatted down and whispered,

"Does my face look bad? Does my face look pale? Does it look frail? Does it look like it won't last long? Does it look like it's dying?"

After asking nervously, he answered himself,

"No no no no no no."

"I am a creature infinitely close to perfection."

He injected a large amount of blood into the woman's forehead, and the woman turned into blood after three seconds because she couldn't bear the mutation.

Masaharu suddenly connected the information he had ignored all along.

Ah, so it is that adult.

The teacher is the grown-up.

No wonder it always feels weird, because pretense is never real.

Yue Yan is not his real name, and he does not long for family affection when he is with human beings.He was just looking for a hiding place, just playing with human life viciously, transforming humans into ghosts at will.

Yazhi walked out of the block with a trembling step. He felt that every breath he took was extremely heavy, and his vision became blurred due to the lack of oxygen in his brain. His eyes were red, but he didn't know whether it was from tears or anger.

I see,

——"Even if something happens to any ghost, he will be fine." Tired has an instinctive trust in him.

——"But I feel uncomfortable when I see him, his face is so pale that he looks like he will die of illness soon—" Zhilang said before his death that it was exactly the same as the drunk who was just killed.

——"Oni Mai Tsuji! I will never let you go! I will chase you to the end of hell to take your head! I will never forgive you——!" The boy who stopped Tsukihiko on the street was full of anger Shocking emotions roared.

A second before losing consciousness, Yazhi fell to the ground and looked at the sky, sighing in vain.

It turned out to be the case.

Waking up again, Masaharu saw the boy who stopped Tsukihiko, maybe he should be called Kimai Tsuji no misfortune now.

The one who saved him was this boy, and the one who healed him was Zhu Shi, whom he had been looking for.

Tanjirou Kamado explained to him who was awake, "I saw that you passed out on the side of the road and vomited blood. You looked very painful, so I brought you here without authorization."

Yazhi looked at the roof and said nothing,

"……How are you?"

"Do you know... who is your teacher?"

"..."

He panicked, "What's wrong, why are you crying? Hey?!"

The young man seemed to feel something, he held Masaharu's hand, and his expression was stained with sadness, he comforted awkwardly, "...Did something sad and unbelievable happen?"

Yes.

Yaji turned to look at him,

"I seem to understand."

"what?"

"I always thought that it was reasonable for ghosts and humans to exist in the world."

"Ghosts and humans are both creatures, but they live in different ways. Humans also eat livestock, and ghosts are just natural enemies of humans. And I am like a sheep raised by wolves, so I was lucky not to be eaten, so is it because the sheep are very Poor, are wolves going to be wiped out?"

"The sheep are eaten by the wolves, so they fight back against the wolves, trying to drive them out. The wolves feel that the sheep are preventing them from surviving, so they show no mercy to the sheep."

Zhu Shi and Yushiro in the room couldn't help but look sideways, looking at him in surprise,

Masaharu said clearly, "But now I understand..."

"Ghosts are a species that shouldn't exist."

"He has wisdom. He should be clear about good and evil and understand ethics, instead of doing whatever he wants."

"It's—it's abominable!"