Chapter 3
The first night passed quickly, thanks to Shuji Tsushima. If it weren't for him, I would usually only sleep for three or four hours out of fear.
I don't know how long Tsushima Shuji slept, but it seems that he is not used to this place. It's understandable, after all, he is the most spoiled child.
He had dark circles under his eyes and looked listless.
When I woke up, I saw him like this. I am not a talkative person, and Tsushima Shuji also changed his usual lively and lovely image in front of his father and became silent.
We spent the whole morning in silence.
I don't know whether I was the one who got him into trouble or he was the one who got me into trouble.
After all, even though he broke his father's favorite antiques, he was the most favored child. And this was the third time I had been put in the confinement room.
At this rate, the servants in the house would only treat me worse. Everything depended on my father's preference.
If my father had been a little nicer to me, the servants in the house would have been more respectful to me.
But it’s pretty much the same, right?
After all, in our family, I am still my father's child, and my status is naturally higher than theirs. In addition, my father attaches great importance to etiquette and morality, and anything that goes beyond the rules is not allowed in his eyes.
Even if he doesn't care much, no one in my family will bully me. In the end, I still have to thank my father.
I hated my father, and not only that, I hated everyone when necessary.
I hugged my knees and stared at the narrow sky outside the window, while Tsushima Shuji lowered his head and looked at the floor of the confinement room.
No one will deliver lunch to us at noon today because they have already delivered lunch once in the morning.
Maybe because the person who prepared the medicine yesterday was caught, there was no medicine in Tsushima Shuji's meal.
As the time approached noon, Tsushima Shuji finally seemed willing to focus on me.
I was the most inconspicuous child in the family, but some time ago I attracted my father's attention because of a little difference, and he seemed to remember my name at that time.
"Fluff" he called out, and I turned to look at him.
"How old are you?" he asked me.
I know this is a random question people use because they can't find a way to talk to them.
He might be really bored and just didn't know me, so he wanted to relieve his stress in this way.
I turned my head back to look out the window. "I'm 6 years old now."
He smiled awkwardly and said, "The velvet looks very small." This was surely because he felt uncomfortable because I ignored him.
He also knew that our conversation was meaningless and somewhat ugly.
Although the food at the Tsushima family is good, it is undeniable that I am indeed very short now. Although I am six years old, I am only 1.1 meters tall.
On the other hand, although we are only two years apart and boys' growth spurt is also later, Tsushima Shuji is already 1.3 meters tall now.
Seeing that I was staring out the window, he explained to me with great interest, "I heard that the tree was planted by our grandfather. It is now almost fifty years old. It seems that this confinement room was also built at that time."
"My mother can make desserts. Strawberry Daifuku and Western cakes are her specialties..."
"Our tutor..."
He talked a lot, his face was beaming with joy, and he gesticulated with joy. Fortunately, I had the experience of being disturbed by the wind before, so I didn't find it that annoying.
On the contrary, because of his chatter, I felt that the confinement room was not so scary after all.
Even though I still didn't talk to him or make eye contact with him, this didn't bother him. He even seemed to relax a little because of my quiet attitude.
His words became more and more rambling and incoherent. One moment he was talking about the garden at home, the next he was talking about something his teacher had told him…
I frowned. Could this guy have been burned to a pulp?
Just as I was thinking this, he suddenly calmed down and asked me a question, "...What is it like outside?"
I was stunned. Although I was thrown into a solitary confinement cell as soon as I returned home, many brothers and sisters still came to ask me questions about the outside world, except for Tsushima Shuji. He never came to ask me.
I thought he wasn't interested, or that he just didn't bother asking me such a question - my brothers and sisters at home who asked me the same question did more or less the same thing.
My absent-mindedness seemed to make him misunderstand something, and he immediately put on a smile, told me not to worry about the details, and then started talking to himself again.
The best time had passed. I didn't know how to interrupt his impromptu performance, so I had to listen to his stand-up show silently.
But I didn't expect that he would keep talking until his voice became hoarse.
I wanted to answer his question after he finished speaking, but he never gave me the chance and kept talking for two hours without stopping.
I couldn't bear to hear his beautiful voice become hoarse, so I interrupted him.
I was thinking how rude it was to interrupt someone, but I also felt that the voice that my father loved should not be left alone.
"... Outside, the sound of the wind outside is very pleasant." When I looked at Tsushima Shuji's stunned expression, somehow I didn't respond to him with what I said to my other brothers and sisters.
I decided to start hating Tsushima Shuji.
Even though I've already disliked him.
Never mind, I'll just consider it as a way of repaying him for allowing me to get so close to him yesterday, even though I didn't touch him at all that time - unfortunately, that experience was definitely much more valuable than him allowing me to get so close to him yesterday.
I pursed my lips and spoke reluctantly, "Outside there are seeds that can be carried by the wind, and the wind will take them on a journey. Outside there is the fragrance of flowers, and where the wind blows, there is delicious bread outside, and the bakery is warm..."
As I was talking, I also became happy. I felt that there were so many interesting things outside. Even the tree with bared fangs and claws seemed cute to me.
Shuji Tsushima finally shut up. He listened to my description and a gentle smile appeared on his face.
I personally think this smile is much more beautiful than the one he showed in front of his father. I was stunned for a moment.
Maybe my eyes were too straightforward, he was a little uncomfortable, and his face changed to his usual expression. "What's wrong?"
I also hid my eyes again. "...No, nothing...If you had gone there last time, you wouldn't have done anything wrong." You would never look as naive as I do.
Tsushima Shuji seemed to understand what I was talking about. He changed the subject and said, "I'm so hungry now!" He tilted his head back and looked at the sky through the window uncomfortably.
I remembered that he is still sick and just now he chatted with me for two hours. Well, this time, I am at fault.
I racked my brains trying to come up with something interesting in my mind that would make Shuji Tsushima feel better.
...Okay, I've said it before, I'm really not good at comforting others with words or giving others anything useful.
We fell silent again.
This world seems to have some opinion about me. I thought to myself with a blank expression.
I glanced at Tsushima Shuji's profile secretly, and thought of a suitable method, just like my mother did when I was a child, who could comfort me when I was crying in an instant.
Unfortunately, I am such a fool that I can't think of anything.
I had no choice but to slowly move towards him. Suddenly, as if I remembered something, I said, "Don't tell other people what I said to you today. Others will hear something different from you."
He turned his head and looked at me, interested. "What are other people's versions like?"
He was looking at me and I couldn't move, like that game we played, except it was just me.
I said to him, "What others heard...I made it up because I was not allowed to get off the bus and could only enjoy the fresh air in the bus for a while." I paused and continued speaking somewhat uncomfortably.
He turned his head back and looked at the narrow sky through the small window. "Ha, then I am the only one in the family who heard your truth, right?"
He didn't look at me, so I started to move slowly again. "... Yeah."
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Well! I met him! Without being noticed! This is Tsushima Suzu's victory!
I cheered inwardly and looked up at him. He was asleep again, his chest rising and falling weakly.
Seeing that he fell asleep, I also put my head on my knees. We didn’t eat much and kids don’t have much energy. Anyway, I was tired now, so I let myself fall asleep in a daze.
I didn’t notice that the sound of the wind had disappeared because I was leaning against Tsushima Shuji - this was the first time I had such a peaceful dream in the six years since I was born.
I didn't notice it either, because it was rare for someone to sleep with me like this, so I had unconsciously leaned my head on Tsushima Shuji's body.
Even so, he didn't wake up. If it were him in the future, he would have woken up the moment I leaned on him.
Of course, I didn't know that Shuji Tsushima had already seen my little trick, but he didn't stop me.
Instead, it's like a piece of duckweed that has nowhere to go in the air has grabbed hold of another of its kind and clung tightly to you.
You've always known that Shuji Tsushima is a very smart man, but he's actually much smarter than you thought.
In this rigid family, he led a sober but painful life. He had long realized that if he did not come to this confinement room quickly, he would become the target of criticism in the family, and even his father would be dissatisfied with him - of course he understood his father's kind of person.
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