It's too difficult to fall in love with rewards

Chapter 109 109. Qing's bed can really sleep three people

The moonlight shining into the window is like a silver glow.

"The agreement between Patriarch Tokugawa and me, apart from letting your mother adopt you, there is an additional condition..."

Xiaoxue's voice was soft and her face was slightly red.

Hearing her tell the ins and outs of the whole thing, Ju Qingxian didn't know if she was sleepy, and narrowed her eyes in a daze: "Xiaoxue, I treat you as my sister, but you want to sleep with me, don't you?" It's so immoral..."

Xiaoxue's slightly red face turned red.

She stared at Tachibana Qingxian closely, and found that he was just teasing herself habitually, not really angry, and she finally let go of her hanging heart.She stretched out her hand, pinched Tachibana Qingxian's small nose, and softly threatened, "I told you all, I'm Master Bachi, and I only eat children..."

"I have a question..." Qing Bao, whose nose was pinched, spoke vaguely, "You and I are 12 years older, how could you agree to such an exorbitant condition?"

"I asked her to agree." Mrs. Tachibana took the words, stretched out her snow-white arms to hug Tachibana Kiyoshi tightly, "I went to Hachiman Shrine to ask for a marriage lottery for you, and every hexagram is auspicious, and all of them got fate God's blessing... This shows that you are a destined couple. That's why I asked Xiaoxue to pick you up."

"Superstitious Obasan!"

Tachibana Kiyoshi complained about Ms. Yayoi.

"What about you, Xiaoxue?" He looked at Ju Qingxue, "What do you think? Are you really going to marry a man who is 12 years younger?"

Xiaoxue looked a little dazed, as if she was thinking about something.

Hearing Ju Qingxian's words, she suddenly came back to her senses, with a charming expression: "Look at you. In the original agreement, I deliberately added an agreement that is up to you. If you want to marry me when you grow up, you will marry me." , but at that time I was also Obasan, and Ah Qing probably didn't like it."

"I like old women!" Ju Qing showed a serious expression.

"Huh~"

Ju Qingxue smiled hoarsely, and didn't take these words to heart.

But Ms. Yayoi was sweet in her heart, and her favorability increased by 20, and she gave Tachibana Kiyoaki a sweet kiss by the way.

"Okay, is it your turn to say something now?" Ju Qingxue looked at her younger brother with a nervous and expectant expression.

Orange Qing showed a startled expression.

The curtains were lifted slightly, and the movement of long-distance trucks shook the surrounding air.

"I, my childhood, was an obscure and gray storm..."

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clear:
I am leaving.

Forgive me for not saying goodbye to you personally.

When you read this letter, maybe I am recalling the scene when you first came to the house.

"It's so cute," said the father.

The mother next to her smiled serenely, and the lines of her father's cheeks were much softer than usual.

I thought it was a really happy scene.

Not looking happy, but really happy.

The room is full of congratulatory flowers, various gifts, photo frames, and other colorful items.

Lively, with a warm and peaceful atmosphere.

At that time, there was no haze in our house.

I squeezed from the adults to the edge of the bed, looking at you little one.

The little new life is indeed loved and made people want to protect.

At that time, your body was limp, and your eyes rolled around, like a little angel.

At that time, I was also thinking about how to love this lovely little brother.

My father is an honest man who attaches great importance to his family. In order to balance work and family, he is quite reluctant.

He never complained or complained, and although he didn't laugh often, he never got angry.

He is always quiet and gentle, silently busy with something.

My mother is a good helper with a kind disposition. The atmosphere in our home is always peaceful and comfortable. We are a happy family without any worries.

However I don't know why.

A touch of uneasiness is always with me.

—since you came.

later……

Doom finally came.

In the eighth month of your arrival, your mother died unexpectedly while taking you back from the hospital.

At the scene of the accident, some people said something to the father.

My father had blue veins on his forehead, but he managed to force a smile.

The mother's matter finally left it alone.

In my opinion, my father was a great man.

He can do his best for this family.

But what keeps him from pursuing the reasons behind his mother's death?
I guess it was me when I was younger.

On the night of my mother's burial, I saw my father strangling your neck. Both his and your expressions were extremely hideous and terrifying.In the end you survived, I think, because of my young self.

After my father left, I entered the room.

By the twilight of the moon, I stare at your little face.

It was the suffocated face of a baby not yet a year old.

I had absolutely no idea what was going on, just looked at you, choked up and wiped away tears.

Why would the father want to kill the younger brother?

I closed my eyes, my heart was turbulent and filled with pain.

Tears rushed from my closed eyes, and I quickly covered my head with a blanket and fell on the sheet.I felt that my mind was about to leave my body, as if I was going to fly to the sky to reunite with my mother...

It was the little hands of the baby that held me back.

I remember very clearly that you at that time, your small palm tightly clenched my fingers.

After I opened my eyes, what I saw was your pair of small eyes, and there wasn't a single trace of evil in them.We were separated by a foot or so, and I stared at you for 60 seconds, maybe longer.

Finally, I smiled and asked, "Do you want to live..."

Of course you can't answer me.

You can't even give me a response.

You just cry out loud.

I smell a bad smell.

It turned out that you took a shit.

I think diapers are very dirty, but it would be very uncomfortable to let you lie dirty like that and no one cares about it, it would be too pitiful.

Someone needs to change the diaper for you.

At that time, I thought, I should, no, I must take good care of this younger brother.

Man has the right to live.

Those who want to live will try their best to survive; you, who are not conscious yet, tightly hold my fingers with your little hands, conveying to me a strong desire to survive, this is what I did at that time Perceived.

You are like a weak grass, it is difficult to grow in the air and sunshine of this world.

In any era, a sickly, flawed little grass like you will probably have to fend for itself.I don't know when you will follow your mother's footsteps and leave me, but as long as you are still alive, I will take good care of you.

As the years go by, you become more and more lovely.

You are obedient and well-behaved, and you are very close to me. I like you as a younger brother, and I definitely don't hate you. This is what I say from the bottom of my heart.

The two of us always play together, and we often laugh together, but even though our relationship is so good, there will still be an unspeakable gloom in my heart—no, dark feelings.

Father's indifference to you bothers me like sand running into my eyes.

why?

I have no way of knowing.

I can only live every day casually and ordinaryly with incomprehensible anxiety, watching you grow up and go to elementary school.

until one day.

"He was the chief culprit who killed my mother," my father said to me.

It's the night of your eighth birthday.

Do you still remember that night in the living room, my father took the big knife from the knife holder, pulled it out quickly, and held it in front of your eyes.

You didn't look up, just stared at the tatami.

But even if you don't look at it, I know that you can sense that your father has drawn the sword.

The blade almost touches your forehead.

I couldn't help but hold my breath.

Sweat stopped quickly, body temperature plummeted, I think you are going to die.

But you don't move.

You didn't even have a slight tremor.

The father also stood still, the blade was still, and the whole room froze as if frozen.

"You—you're so brave."

Finally, my father said so.

He put the knife back into the sheath and left without looking back.

At this time, you fell to the ground, sweat gushing out.

The father's back is hazy.

You lowered your head deeply, your forehead almost touching the tatami, and asked your father, "Is there a next time?"

Father didn't speak.

He went straight out of the house.

I put on a new skirt that day and came to you.

You immediately put away your indifference towards your father, and looked up at me with that lovely smiling face.

Very cute.

That night, I went to my father and asked the biggest doubt in so many years.

And the answer my father gave me completely confused me.

Please forgive me for not being able to explain the reason to you in detail. It may cause your emotions to fluctuate violently, which will cause a curse on your body and cause you to die directly.You have worked hard for so many years, don't give up all your efforts.

You should also be able to notice that after your eighth birthday, my attitude towards you has undergone some subtle changes.

You grow up healthily, and you are still that well-behaved and obedient boy.

I am also trying to take care of you.

I will still love you and try my best to let you have a normal growth environment, even though this environment is full of invisible, dross-like things.

Always felt--

So fake.

You and I are so fake.

In our family, only the hatred of the father is the most real.

I often think, what is it that made our family fall into such misfortune?

Of course I can't blame you.

Because you're just a baby, you don't know anything.

Maybe in the eyes of outsiders, you are well-clothed and well-fed, but how humble are you in order to get rid of the shadow you were born with?
I thought about it for a long time.

I was wondering, could it be our aristocratic status that caused this misfortune?

If you are not a nobleman, you don't need to bear this curse at all.

If it is not for noble status, our family will not tolerate your arrival.

But what are we to blame?
Is it our original sin in the new age to be born as a remnant of an old age?

Born into such a family, do we have to live in fear, pain, and hardship?
I think, even if you are as young as you, you probably understand that many things can only be hidden in your heart silently... Do you still remember the afternoon when we practiced calligraphy? I asked you, what would you do if one day I disappeared? ?

That evening, I actually had a strong premonition.

Sighs of separation came from all directions, and our dilapidated home was about to reach the breaking point.

I was actually supposed to leave the next day.

But I still can't let go of you as a child. My feelings for you are very complicated, but please believe that my love for you has not diminished because of this.Now that you are 12 years old, and your father has found the next home for you, the fate between us has officially come to an end.

Don't you like my hair the most, I give them all to you.

Please don't secretly think about it, don't look back, just be a calm adult!
Say goodbye again.

and also!

We are nobles!
Even if we have to die, we must be a noble victim, not a victim.

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Of course, Tachibana Qingxian couldn't tell all of them.

He just used a flat tone to make up a vulgar story of "adopted sons are not welcome", and fooled Yayoi and Xiaoxue.

His character is stubborn and decisive.

He has never liked to be miserable, he will only use his own methods to defend the value of his own existence in black and white.

Xiaoxue looked at her younger brother helplessly.

His face is cute and cute, and he can't find a cold feeling no matter what.

This is his disguise.

His masterful blend of innocence and detachment makes him look like a beautifully crafted portrait.

The moon quietly hid in the clouds.

Everything is quiet outside the window, only the rustling of the leaves being blown by the breeze.

"Ha~"

Ju Qingxian yawned.

"Go to sleep." He looked at the mother and daughter in front of him, "You two can do whatever you want, as long as you don't disturb me."

After all, he burrowed into the bed by himself.

"..."

Ju Qingxue looked at her mother.

To be honest, today she kind of wants to sleep with Ah Qing and warm him with her embrace.

But Miss Yayoi, can you give up the space?

Ah Qing has been at home for so long, you slept with him, did I say anything!
No, I can't accept it!

Ah Qing has mine!

"mom--"

Ju Qingxue glanced at her own mother who got under the quilt: "Are you going back to your room?"

Miss Yayoi sneered.

"Let me tell you, you are a policeman now, don't break the law! Ah Qing is mother's now, do you want it? There is no door, get out quickly, don't disturb me!" She crossed her body and hugged Ju Qing Apparently, her expression was intoxicated: "My Ah Qing smells delicious~" Mom
"..."

Tachibana Qingxue was a little angry.

When Ah Qing first arrived, she was jealous because her mother's love was taken away; now she is angry because her mother does not distinguish Ah Qing from herself.

"I also have a share in this house. I'm still Ah Qing's older sister. I can sleep wherever I want!" Xiaoxue threw off the quilt angrily, and lay down directly, "I see what you can say!"

Ms. Yayoi is too lazy to care about her daughter.

She held Ju Qingxian in her arms with her backhand, monopolized him, and hummed with a smile: "Ah Qing, don't worry about your sister, she is young and her bones are easy to break. Unlike me, she is soft and comfortable to hold."

"you!"

Ju Qingxue's expression turned cold.

Miss Tachibana Yayoi, isn't the personal attack too much!

Besides, my breasts are bigger than yours, so let's compare them!

The mother and daughter are fighting each other in the air on the left and right, and the orange is clear in the middle, they can only close their eyes and pretend to be dead.

To be honest, Miss Yayoi hugged him too hard, and he still felt quite uncomfortable.Although her body is plump and soft, she is really like a stove, which can make people sweat.

In winter, Ms. Yayoi is a treasure.

But now it is the end of spring and the beginning of summer, and the night can only be said to be cool at best, and has nothing to do with the cold.

As for Xiaoxue, she has a cold body. If Miss Yayoi is on the left, it is best for her to come over to the right to neutralize it.Otherwise, like now, Ju Qingxian was so hot that his forehead was sweating, and he still didn't dare to move.

But Miss Yayoi still came over.

"Ah Qing, I want you to answer a question. You don't have to be afraid that your sister will hurt you, just answer truthfully!" She had a soft mistress smile on her face, and she looked completely fair, but she quietly touched her hands under the quilt. Twist Ju Qingxian's thigh, "Would you rather sleep with me, or with Xiaoxue?"

"Ah Qing, tell me!" Ju Qingxue also looked at him fiercely.

"..."

The gods fight, and the imps suffer!
Tangerine quieted down.

"Ah Qing, as long as you answer well, I will make you happy every day." Miss Yayoi whispered seductively in his ear.

"Ah Qing, I brought you back!" Ju Qingxue was not to be outdone, "As long as you don't listen to Obasan's bewitching, I'll buy you anything you want!"

Gee!
Ju Qingxian couldn't help but be filled with emotion.

Xiaoxue, you are still too young.

Compared with Miss Yayoi, who is weak and independent on the surface, you are not a woman of the same level.

"Qing, tell me quickly!" Miss Yayoi pinched his thigh slightly with her small hand.

Ju Qingxian was forced to open his eyes.

With a sad face, he looked helplessly at the dark ceiling: "Have you ever seen that the fish on the cutting board has the right to choose who buys it?"

The mother and daughter were amused by his words.

"Okay, don't say that you are so pitiful." Mrs. Orange let go of him, raised her small hand to caress his cheek, "Go to sleep, I won't disturb you anymore."

There was a soft smile on her lips.

The atmosphere on the bed suddenly became warmer.

But at this moment, a cold little hand stretched out from the side.

Ju Qingxian tilted her body, and immediately fell into Xiaoxue's arms.

"Xiaoxue, you are not allowed to snatch it!"

"half each!"

"I want two-thirds!"

"No, it's only half of one person!"

Xiaoxue insisted on not going back, and Ms. Yayoi had no choice but to compromise.

woo~
The plan to monopolize Ah Qing was about to fail at the very beginning.

I didn't expect, oh, I didn't expect that my biggest enemy would be my own daughter!
The three of them lay next to each other, and fell asleep easily and peacefully.

The moon hid in the clouds, and the stars quietly sprinkled the entire sea.

Drowsy, Tachibana Qingxian had a dream.

A strange dream.

Many years later, he became famous and had a lot of children and grandchildren.

On a sunny spring afternoon, he went to Kyoto and visited a nunnery hidden deep in Arashiyama.

The sweet smell of cherry blossoms pervades the surroundings, and a barren tea garden appears on the left side at the end of the stone steps, covered with spider webs and morning glory.

Panting for breath, he climbed up the stone steps with difficulty.

The cherry blossoms along the way, like the phantom of fire falling on the mountain, are deeply reflected in the eyes.

The ground was overgrown with weeds, and vines were entwined around the trunk like a net. He walked and waved his staff.

When it was getting dark, he stepped into the door of the nunnery.

This is a temple built on a gentle slope. The courtyard is dug with ponds, built with rockery, and diverted with flowing water. The elegance of the garden still shows the luxury of the past, but now it is dilapidated and barren.

Passing through the gate of the temple is a narrow road paved with small grains of yellow sand, leading to the guest hall.

An old nun in a white crepe shirt served pastries and cold tea on a square wooden tray and asked him carefully why he came.After knowing who he was looking for, he lit a lantern and led him to the back mountain.

The sound of gurgling water was getting closer and closer, mixed with the hooting of owls.

Along the artificial water flow around the pond, over the rockery, there is a waterfall hanging on the cliff; on the cliff beside the stream, there is a coquettish and blooming cherry tree, and the brilliant cherry blossoms seem to drive away the surrounding night. brilliant.

He looked up as he approached.

The branches of the cherry trees are like stretching out umbrellas, reflecting the sky red and bright.

On a spring night in this uninhabited land, I met a quietly blooming cherry tree. I felt like being possessed by a monster. The moon shining above the cherry tree suddenly brightened; The air was filled with the fragrance of cherry blossoms, and his whole body was shrouded in a phantom-like light and shadow.

A white figure stood quietly on the edge of the cliff.

As the clouds and mist covering the moonlight gradually receded, the figure became clearer, it was a nun wearing a hood; she looked up at the sky intently, not knowing whether she was admiring the cherry blossoms or the moon on the cherry blossoms...

When he walked over, the nun quietly went down to the water's edge, bent down and picked a branch of Ditang flower.

"Excuse me..." he said.

The nun was taken aback and turned her head abruptly.

A gust of wind blew from nowhere, and the hood was lifted.

In an instant, a nun in a white cassock with a shiny silver head appeared in front of his eyes.

Her dignified and beautiful nose is still delicate, her clear eyes are still looking forward, and her lips are still tender and soft; sixty years of years have been passed by her in one step, and the years have never left the slightest trace on her face. Quietly shining, it seems to be a timeless treasure.

"elder sister……"

With tears in his eyes, he rushed over and knelt at her feet.

Seeing such an old man in sixties approaching suddenly, he knelt down at his feet, the nun staggered back, and finally sat down on the stone by the roadside.

"elder sister!"

Tachibana called out again.

He knelt on the ground and crawled over on his knees.

The elder sister in cassock, under the reflection of the moonlight and flowers, seemed to have a halo behind her, she was so petite and amiable.

The memory of being hugged by her [-] years ago came back vividly before his eyes. In an instant, he felt that he had become a child of six or seven years old. He wanted to be that little boy who acted like a baby to her...

"Benefactor, you..."

The nun hesitated a little.

"Who are you?"

Ju Qingxian was stunned for a moment.

It is true that he is a little deaf now, but he clearly heard this sentence correctly. Why would she ask such a question?

"Sister..." he asked cautiously, "Don't you remember Kiyoaki? Tachibana, no, Tokugawa Kiyoaki..."

"Oh?"

The nun smiled quietly, as innocent as a virgin.

"This Tokugawa Kiyoaki, who is it? You called my sister, maybe you remember the wrong person?"

"No, aren't you Satoko Tokugawa..."

"Yes, that's my common name."

"Then how could you not know me..."

"I really don't know you." The nun's cassock was slightly cool.Her voice and eyes were completely unmoved, still so calm and indifferent: "I have never forgotten the worldly things, but I really don't know Tokugawa Kiyoaki. If you say you are Tokugawa Kiyoaki, then there is only one Possibly: You have misremembered, this is actually unfounded. Sir, can you really be sure that I know you and have actually met you? You can’t... Not only can you not be sure of my existence, even Even your own, you... just vary according to your heart."

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Well, ask for a monthly pass.

As for the latter dream, there is nothing to emphasize, but I remembered Yukio Mishima's "Five Decays of Heaven and Man", so I decided to add such a paragraph.

(End of this chapter)