Seventeen, who was seriously ill, was now lying in bed with a blanket over his body. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

She had run out of gas, but she still wanted to see him one last time.

She was wearing a new outfit, which had been specially prepared for today, and it was used now. When she entered the house, she wore such a dress, exactly the same, the clothes did not change, what changed was just people's hearts.

"Sister Red ・・・・・・"

Seventeen was maybe because of gratitude, maybe because of love, in short, she didn't want to leave, maybe she also regretted it in the days to come, but now what she misses is actually only her only daughter, Sister Hong.

The reason why I insist on seeing that man at this time is not for myself in the final analysis, at least I hope that the man can take more care of Gu Meihong for the sake of serving for many years.

Whether or not there is a mother's family to take care of it, there is a big difference in Meihong's future married life.

Fujiwara is not better than waiting, if he takes care of it a little, he can help Mei Hong gain a foothold in her husband's family, but if not, then Mei Hong will inevitably be excluded anywhere・・・・・・

With a squeak, Fujiwara pushed open the door and came in.

It's actually a relatively remote place, at least in the inner house.

It's a bit damp in the house, and it's hard to see the sun directly, so it's inevitable that there will be some moisture.

"Is it Young Master ・・・・・・?"

Fujiwara didn't expect that seventeen would be called this way, "young master", how many years ago was that called?

For a while, it seemed to be back in time, at that time, Seventeen was his favorite maid, and he personally bought it back. Her family was poor and couldn't afford to support a girl, so he liked her when he saw her, pestered his father to buy it, and later she learned the rules and followed her・・・・・・

At that time, everyone was still young, and they jokingly said that they wanted to marry her, but unfortunately this was impossible at all, and the innocent seventeen took it seriously・・・・・・

Later, she refused to leave the Fujiwara family, preferring to be ostracized rather than leave, mostly because of herself.

It's just a son of a big family, where do you know how to cherish it? Now that I think about it, I don't know when it started, and unconsciously, I forgot the promise of the people back then.

In the end, she lived up to her heart and delayed her years, and now that she thinks about it, they are no longer young・・・・・・

"Seventeen・・・・・・ your young master is here!"

This voice, somewhat with guilt and regret, the love that has accompanied him since childhood has not been completely consumed, the familiar name evokes the memories of the year, and his heart has not been completely frozen.

"Young master, you're here, Seventeen is about to forget what you look like!"

Seventeen turned his back to him, refusing to let him see her as she was now, preferring that in his memories, it was still the young and beautiful maid Seventeen, rather than the seriously ill and dying concubine Seventeen.

"Seventeen, you and I are old!"

It's better to sit on the edge of the bed, laughing, reminiscing.

"Old, old, I just like to remember the past!"

"Ten years ago, I wouldn't have come to see you! Can now? Hey! I always dream of being a child・・・・・・"

"The young master is like this, and the old man also said that the young master was a bastard back then!"

"Hmph, the old man himself is no better, who doesn't know that he is the most black-hearted and ruthless? Seventeen, you are used to joking, young master, I don't care about you・・・・・・"

Looking back on the past, he also seemed to have become younger, and he actually joked about his father, who had passed away for many years.

"Young Master, you can't care if you want to! No more! ”

"Yes! You're out of my hands! Hey, you didn't want to leave back then, so you had to stay at home. Are you willing to go now? Can't you stay longer? ”

"This is not something that the young master can manage, the young master wants to stay, but he can't keep it!"

Seventeen chuckled under his breath.

"Speaking of which, since that incident, we haven't spoken together for many years, if it weren't for Meihong, we would have almost forgotten about you."

"The people who entered the Fujiwara family with me are now walking and dying, and most of the remaining ones have been distributed to various places, and those who are familiar with me are here and refuse to leave."

"yes, you're just stupid! Looking at He Shunshun alone, why is he suddenly so stubborn? You said that if you weren't so stubborn, the old man wouldn't be so angry, and I didn't plead with you, and I ran to the beach to blow the wind for three years・・・・・・"

As he spoke, he laughed to himself.

Then, Seventeen laughed gradually.

Laughing and laughing, after laughing, tears flowed.

I don't know why I'm crying, maybe it's for the people I missed in so many years? Maybe it's for the lost youth of yourself? Maybe it's for the green years of the year?

・・・・・・

This night, Seventeen and Fujiwara were talking and laughing here, although they were both old, they still refused to rest.

Later, Fujiwara didn't know what nonsense he was talking about, he only remembered that he was talking, laughing and crying, and Seventeen was not energetic, and he listened most of the time, and occasionally replied to a few words.

Cheaply, it seems that it has been a long time since I heard the voice of Seventeen.

"Seventeen, did you say what I just said right?"

There was silence.

"Seventeen? Asleep? ”

Fujiwara waited for a trembling hand to probe her snort.

I haven't been breathing anymore.

"Ha, you won't turn around to see me until you die, are you afraid that I will look at you?"

"I won't look at you, early, I'm tired of seeing ・・・・・・ ・・・・・・・・・・・・"

He stubbornly turned around, and tears rained down his eyes.

Big tears fell to the ground, and they wept silently.

Two men turned their backs to each other, one lying and the other standing; One on the bed and one on the side of the bed; One lives, one dies・・・・・・

Who would have known that they had a sincere and brief love?

When he is old, he is like an enemy.

The older I get, the more I look like a child, and when I say I'm angry, I'm angry, and I don't know why I'm angry.

Why be angry? Angry with yourself? Or are you angry with her?

"Obviously it's just my maid, but it's like a lady, why don't you bow your head, just put up with it, will you die? Looking at such a soft person, how can he be stronger than a man? I'm a young master, how can I admit my mistake to you? You still don't understand・・・・・・"

"Or you'll be sent here?"

Fujiwara didn't wait to talk to himself on his back, the whole person seemed to be a few years older, and he stumbled and escaped from the house.

"・・・・・・ Little Seventeen, the young master is sorry for you!"

When the door was about to close, he finally bowed his head.