my samurai lover HE

?The sky began to rain again, and the wind gradually picked up, blowing the vines climbing on the wall tottering.I struggled to hold up the umbrella to withstand the wind and rain, and walked home with some difficulty carrying the shad I bought.

As soon as I stepped on the stairs, I saw Yuta staggering out excitedly.He was just learning to walk now, and he wobbled when he walked, his feet were soft, and he fell in front of me.

"...Mom..." He didn't cry, he lay there lying there struggling to look up at me, and looked at me with a pair of innocent eyes that were clearly black and white.

I put down the things in my hand, leaned over and picked him up. His chubby little body was heavy, and holding him in my arms made me feel strangely at ease.

"Oh, you're back?" The landlady, Mrs. Achun, had already come out when I was holding Yongta, and she looked at Yongta lying in my arms with a smile.

"Since you're back, I'll go back first."

"Thanks for your hard work." I bowed and picked up one of the fish and gave it to her. "This is the freshly caught shad from the fish shop today. You should take it home and have a taste."

Mrs. Ah Chun hastily declined, saying that she only came to take care of me for a while, and Yongta was also good, she didn't make any effort.

I also thanked her again and again for taking care of Yuta for me, and asked her to keep this cheap fish.

The Japanese have never been slack in etiquette, and they treat gifts with the unique reserve and modesty of the oriental people.Mrs. Ah Chun and I politely declined each other many times before she accepted the fish and left happily.

After she left, I smiled at Yuta who kept pulling my hair to get my attention:

"Okay, now what do you want to say?"

He probably still couldn't understand what I was saying, but when he found that I was talking to him, he immediately grinned happily with his newly erupted white teeth, and he didn't know what he was babbling.

I looked at him with some ecstasy, as Yuta grew up day by day, he looked more and more like his father, even the expression with crooked eyebrows and eyes was like him when he smiled.

I hugged Yuta and walked slowly into the house, put him on the floor and stood there, and teased him with the gadgets carved out of shells by fishermen by the sea.He stretched out his hand trying to reach what was in my hand, chasing after my fingertips, with a childlike innocent smile on his face.His "giggle" laughter resounded in this small seaside residence, which brought great comfort to me who was always worried.

Four months ago, I took Yuta and Mr. Kobayashi to Nagasaki, the southern tip of Kitakyushu, Japan.During the two to three hundred years of the Tokugawa shogunate's rule, Nagasaki was the only bridge between closed Japan and the outside world.After the shogunate announced the founding of the country, the people of Nagasaki had a more kind and tolerant attitude towards the influx of Western people than the people in Kannai.

Yes.On the way, I once resented him for sending me away again, and even refused to give me a good farewell in the end.But I also have to admit that he has been trying his best to arrange the fate of our mother and son.He left all the savings around him to me, and he had nothing left.That's all he accumulated from his hometown Wuzhou and spent several years in Kyoto with his companions.

Nagasaki, where he asked Mr. Kobayashi to send me, is a very good place to live for both me and Yuta.The people of Nagasaki have seen many people from other countries, and they will not show obvious hatred or alienation towards the blond me who walks alone on the road with a child in my arms. She hid in a small room like Edo and Nagaokakyo.With the help of Mr. Kobayashi, I got in touch with people from the Western world in Nagasaki, and by translating documents, I was able to earn money for daily living expenses sometimes.

I settled down in this southernmost port in Japan, leading Yuta to live the life of the most ordinary Japanese.Through Yongta, I can always see how he was when he was a child, maybe he was so carefree and smirking when he was a child, maybe he was so dependent on his mother or sister's arms when he was a child.As Yongta grew up, when he walked for the first time, and called me inarticulately for the first time, I was overwhelmed by emotions of sadness and joy.

I learned about everything that happened in the pass through the published Di Bao.I know that the shogunate had been defeated in the Battle of Fushimi Toba, and I know that the generals of the shogunate fled back to Edo in a boat at night, and I know that Emperor Meiji decided to send troops to the east.But I don't know where my love is.

It is a kind of fear of drifting in the sea but never reaching the shore.The eventual defeat of the Shogunate was foreseeable, and each defeat meant he was in greater danger...if he was still alive.True, every battle I've ever read may have been a place of his martyrdom.I am very afraid that one day, I will suddenly receive an obituary from afar.The fear of not knowing when the knife will fall tormented me day and night.

Fortunately, I still have what he left me, the most precious Yuta.Whenever I see his ignorant little face sleeping peacefully, I always tell myself that there is still hope for everything, he will come back, and things will not be so bad.Watching my child, I slowly survived those hopeless days alone in a strange country.

It was almost halfway through the fourth year of Qingying that I finally heard a few words about him.

Mr. Kobayashi's friend, Dr. Matsumoto, was imprisoned after the Battle of Toba Fushimi.When I received the news, I rushed to Kyoto in a hurry.He remained in Kyoto for several months, during which General Tokugawa Yoshiki handed over Edo and announced its surrender.Then the new government issued an amnesty, and under the activities of Mr. Kobayashi, Dr. Matsumoto was the first to be released.

And Mr. Kobayashi who came back from Kyoto brought news about him.

"You mean? He's still alive?!"

I covered my mouth, fearing that the sound coming from my mouth would interrupt Mr. Xiao Lin's speech.

"That's right," Mr. Kobayashi also showed a big smile on his loyal face, "The Aizu Domain he belongs to also surrendered, and he was still alive at that time."

"Where is he now?" I looked at Mr. Xiao Lin expectantly, "When can I see him?"

"Ah, this..." Mr. Xiaolin said with some embarrassment, "He is now living in Liangshun's house. After all, he and Yongcang Shinpachi led the White Tigers before and got injured..."

"Death Squad!" I exclaimed, clutching my beating heart tightly.I stepped forward and grabbed Mr. Xiao Lin's arm, "Then how is he now? How is he?!"

"Ah," Mr. Kobayashi was frightened by my excitement, he said quickly: "He is really a very brave warrior, even though he was injured, he still didn't give up fighting. We formed the Jingbing Squad together, and after that, the surrender of the Aizu Domain.”

Thank God he's still alive.

I let go of Mr. Kobayashi's arm, turned around and ran into the house.

"Ms. Smith, what are you going to do?" he called after him, and followed.

"I'm packing my things now." While speaking, I pulled out some clothes and stuffed them into a bag. "Let's go to Kyoto now."

"Now? Leave immediately?" Mr. Xiao Lin cried out.

"Yes, right now!"

My hands were shaking all the time, trembling from my heart to my fingertips.The news from him hit my heart, it became restless and flustered, and it could no longer wait there peacefully.I know he's alive, I know he's injured, and I can't just wait in Nagasaki as if nothing had happened!

I hugged Yuta who was still sleeping, carried a small package, and set foot on the road to Kyoto again without hesitation.When I was sitting in the car, I looked at the gradually receding street scene that I had gradually become familiar with in those few months, thinking with joy and sadness that the days I had been waiting for were finally like this scene, and I was going to be banished behind .

I hid my face in Yuta's quilt, suppressed my tears for several months, and was finally able to vent them happily.

☆, end (repair)

?The streets of Kyoto feel very different from the ones I've been in before.Maybe it's because the owner of the city, the emperor, won the war against the shogunate. Through the curtains of the carriage, I always feel that even the voice of the peddler is full of joy.

"His Majesty ordered the implementation of the New Deal, and the people feel that there is hope." Mr. Kobayashi said with emotion, sighing.

I slowly patted Yuta who was lying in my arms, his black and white eyes carefully looked at this place which was completely different from Nagasaki, and his chubby little hands tightly grasped my skirt.Even if he is not yet sensible, he will feel strange if he is familiar with a place and then leaves.

"I just don't know that he..."

"Liangshun didn't suffer much in prison. After all, he is a rare famous doctor." Mr. Kobayashi comforted me kindly. He is always so kind, "The attitude of the new government towards him is quite friendly. Okita-kun It is thanks to his help that he was able to be safely placed in Kyoto to recuperate."

"Yes, I'm much more relieved to hear you say that."

Although I followed Mr. Kobayashi's words, I was a little relieved and relieved for the time being.But as the carriage stopped, Mr. Kobayashi said to me, "Here we are," and I couldn't help myself.

As soon as the carriage came to a complete stop, I hugged Yongta and jumped off in a hurry. I didn't even have time to say thank you to Mr. Kobayashi, and rushed to the mansion quickly.

I swear, I never thought I could run that fast.

Just two steps into the gate, I ran into Shinpachi who was sweeping the floor.He looked over with a vigilant face, and when he realized it was me, the expression on his face immediately relaxed a lot.He lowered the bamboo broom in his hand, walked lazily a few steps towards me, and looked curiously at the little guy in my arms.This is the first time he has seen Yuta, and he is curiously looking at him who is leaning in my arms.

"Yo, the child is already this big." He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Yongta, wanting to tease him.But Yongta didn't buy it, he waved his little hand, pouted his mouth, and slapped Shinpachi unhappily.

"I'm really sorry..." I explained with some embarrassment, "He's usually very good..."

"Haha, not bad, the young man is really energetic." Shinpachi didn't take it seriously, reached out and patted his dusty cloth pants, "Seeing you rushing so fast, don't go to the wrong place."

"Come on, I'll take you there."

I suppressed my beating heart, hugged Yongta and followed behind him, through a small forest, and walked towards a quieter courtyard

When Shinpachi took me to the backyard, I had already seen him.He was sitting on the wooden floor of the corridor at that time, looking up at the golden leaves falling from the trees, and the sun shining on half of his face, it was so peaceful and beautiful.However, what made my heart palpitate was that his right shoulder, right hand, and the entire right calf were covered with glaring white bandages. Yoshihiro-san lay obediently on his lap, purring and humming, but he could only use his left hand to smooth the cat's fur slowly, still stroking patiently.

At this moment, the surrounding scenery seems to have disappeared, and I can only see his still clean side face. He has lost a lot of weight and haggarded a lot, but it is still so beautiful that I can’t take my eyes off it greedily. .

Sensing my gaze on him, he turned his face slowly, and when his quiet eyes saw me, he smiled crookedly.

"Mary..." He called my name in a low voice.

The familiar voice awakened me, who was stunned, I rushed over without hesitation holding the child, but stood in front of him at a loss.The person I missed for so long, the person who made me fear for so long was sitting in front of me, but I didn't dare to reach out and hug him, for fear of breaking something.

"Eh? Why are you crying again?" He said helplessly, reached out and touched Yoshihiro-san and grabbed the corner of my clothes.

I touched my cheek subconsciously, and found that it was Mizusawa with one hand.Yuta turned around and found that I was crying, his round eyes stared at me, and he burst into tears too.

He sighed lowly, reached out and pulled me over to sit beside him, then took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes.

"Don't cry," he coaxed patiently, "If you cry, Yuta will be sad too."

After he finished speaking, he gently wiped the tears for Yuta who was crying.However, for some reason, after listening to his words, I felt wronged and no wonder, and cried even more.

Although Yongta didn't understand what happened, but seeing how hard I was crying, he also opened his mouth and squinted his eyes to cry hard.

"Okay, okay. Don't cry, don't cry," he coaxed the two of us in a hurry, clumsily coaxing one thing to another, but the effect gradually faded, and Yuta and I refused to stop.

In the end, he could only pull me into his arms with one hand in distress, patted me again and again, and repeated clumsily: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay..."

While talking, I tried to make faces at Yuta, hoping to stop his crying, and it looked a little funny, so I couldn't help but chuckle.Seeing him relieved, I started crying again, he sighed and took Yuta and let him sit in his arms, then hugged me even tighter.I smelled the reassuring and familiar smell of grass on his body, and wiped my tears on his clothes indiscriminately. Yoshihiro-san obediently jumped aside, licked Yuta's little face, and comforted us with him.

Gradually, we both stopped slowly.Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, and carefully dried our cheeks with a handkerchief.Yuta hiccupped, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"He's tired from crying." I explained with some embarrassment.

"What about you?" He looked at me intently, his slender eyelashes trembling distinctly in the sunlight.He glued me to his face, pushed back the blond hair at the corner of his mouth one by one, fixed it gently, and then asked in a low voice, "Then do you still want to cry?"

I was a little embarrassed by his gentle gesture, and I staggered my eyes, and then I saw the glaring white of his right half of his body again.

"It must be very painful..." I carefully hung my hand on the bandage, not daring to touch it.

"How could it be? A samurai is not afraid of pain...and," his expression sank, "Mr. Kondo, Cheng, and Zuo Nosuke have already...Mr. Hijikata has gone to the north now, who knows..."

"I was just injured, how can it be called pain?"

I turned my face and looked at him blankly, his expression was so painful, and the expression on his face was so fragile.

"Sojiro..."

He took a sudden breath, quickly buried his face on my neck, his cheeks kept rubbing against my skin, panting heavily in pain.

"Ms. Okita, I may...maybe...can't fight anymore, my right hand..."

He said in pain, his voice was filled with rare weakness and confusion, I could feel warm liquid quietly spreading on the skin around his neck, and his body was trembling slightly.

I pretended nothing happened, and hugged his slender waist with my arms back, trying to speak briskly.

"It doesn't matter, you still have your left hand. You can still teach our Yuta. Yuta is so like you, he will definitely become an excellent samurai."

"Really?" He gasped, perhaps smiling wryly.Then he looked up, looking at me with my beloved dark eyes, and asked in a low voice, "What else?"

"You still have me. I will always be with you."

I said softly without hesitation, then leaned over and bit his thin lips carefully.I chased the tip of his tongue, and the smell of grass and herbs on his body filled the tip of my nose, making me lean close to him obsessively.I hugged his thin body, and my hands slowly passed over every piece of skin on his back, entangled on his body.Gradually, I could taste the bitter liquid in his mouth, but I still didn't leave, and he didn't let go of me.

That afternoon, my heart, which had been wandering for a long time, finally settled down heavily.From then on, until now, for many years, as I said, I have never been separated from him.When I was a green girl, I used to have a dream to see all over the world, and finally someone accompanied me to realize it.

Dear young man, I am getting old and I am losing my memory of many things.But I can still remember that day, the sun was so gentle and bright, and the breeze was so lingering and clear.My clean and gentle lover finally settled in my arms after going through all kinds of hardships. My life was completely changed because of him.

You ever asked me, young man, do miracles really exist in life?

I would say yes.For me, the miracle is that I met him on that island 40 years ago.

The author has something to say:

After I read the original book, I wanted to write such a follow-up.

But when I started writing, I was very uneasy.I am very worried about the characters being out of shape, and I am very worried about writing badly.

The original intention was to write a near-real HE so I could pretend the story wasn't a tragedy.

So I watched "Jiang" and "I" many times [During the period, the blood bar was emptied countless times, and I tried my best to get closer to Mr. Obana's writing style in the narrative, I hope I can do it.

I also hope that this HE can soothe your wounded hearts.

Finally, I really want to thank Mr. Obana for showing me such a good story.

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