Chapter 58 Falling Denghua
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I've been thinking about some people and things lately.
Human memory is a very strange thing.
In order to avoid being overloaded, the brain will always ignore some memories. Some memories will be thrown into a corner of the mind that even the owner of the memory has not noticed. Those memories thrown into the corner may be a memory. The string phone number may be a clip from a certain TV series, or it may be a sentence.
When I didn't think about it deliberately, it popped out of the corner of my memory.
The cicadas chirp continuously in midsummer, the cherry blossoms on the treetops fade away, replaced by lush emerald green, the shade of the trees is rich in summer, and the sound of rustling leaves echoes in a corner of my memory.
The cherry blossom trees and leaves in midsummer are vigorous, and the heat waves are rolling in the air along with the sound of cicadas.
The orange cat's pads on the wooden floor were light and silent, the bells in the courtyard were ringing loudly, and the old-fashioned fan rotated its blades, making a creaking sound.
--Hello.
--Hello.
The wind is warm and smells of grass.
--Hello.
Yayoi sleeps in a daze and doesn't want to wake up, just like he doesn't want to get up after soaking in the warm hot spring water in winter, hiding under the quilt and unwilling to get up.
Her eyelids were heavy and sticky and she couldn't open them. She was lost in a long sleep, with heavy water flowing from all directions, dragging her down.
——Hey, hey.
he shouted again.
He was not a good-tempered person to begin with. After shouting a few times, he found that she didn't respond, so he simply pinched her nose as a prank.
——Uncomfortable.
——Extremely uncomfortable.
It's like being immersed in water. The feeling of suffocation is not good at all. The breath you want to exhale cannot be expelled from the body. Similarly, the oxygen in the air cannot be taken in. The cells that need oxygen to operate are eroded to the body due to the lack of oxygen. Protested.
Yayoi shook his head in his sleep. The red hair falling on the futon was as bright as a gorgeous camellia. It poured all the way from the futon to the tatami, winding around.
The originally fair face turned red due to the lack of oxygen caused by someone blocking the respiratory tract in a bad way. There was a thin red under the fair skin, like a white and red flower.
Yayoi turned her face sideways, but the guy holding her nose refused to let go of his hand. Her red lips opened slightly. After she felt better, the guy's hand covered her up.
bell--
The wind chimes under the eaves swayed in a big circle, and the long paper echoed in the clear summer sky.
Yayoi opened her eyes suddenly, like a fish that had just landed on the shore and flapping. She suddenly pulled away the two hands covering her mouth and pinching her nose, and breathed heavily.
The hot summer air mixed with the sweet smell of someone is sucked into the nose.
"What are you doing?" Yayoi glared angrily at the person who succeeded in the prank.
"are you a pig?"
Satoru Gojo pinched Yayoi's slightly baby face with one hand, rested the elbow of the other hand on her thigh, and the thumb pad of the hand he used to cover her mouth kept touching the other parts of her lips. Rubbing on the pads of your fingers.
"No matter how I call you, you won't wake up." Satoru Gojo curled his lips, and the big cat was not happy anymore.
"I'm taking a nap."
"Why did you wake me up from my nap? I haven't woken up yet."
Yayoi puffed out her cheeks, slightly pursed her red lips, and gleamed soft water. She looked as soft as spring cherry blossoms blooming in March, and like the soft glutinous rice outer shell of spring wagashi.
Kyoto is an ancient capital that has existed for thousands of years, and has preserved a large number of historical and cultural heritages. Among them, Japanese confectionery has been preserved as a food culture, and there are countless century-old shops.
Satoru Gojo has eaten wagashi from a long-established brand in Kyoto. The soft and waxy outer skin has a faint fragrance of cherry blossoms, and the red bean paste wrapped inside is so sweet that it fills the heart.
Looks very soft.
Satoru Gojo's Adam's apple rolled, and the fingers caressing his fingertips moved unconsciously.
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Very sweet too.
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Satoru Gojo is sitting on the tatami behind the door of the Japanese room facing the courtyard, with his back to the scorching summer sun that fills the courtyard. His white hair is raised unruly, and the ends of his hair are shining with white light.
Yayoi took his hands off his face, and unsurprisingly there were a few red fingerprints left on his cheeks. The skin on the little red-haired face was very tender and felt good, and it didn't take much effort to put it on. Leave a mark.
"Don't tease me all the time." Boss Yayoi looked unhappy and rubbed her red cheeks. Finally, she added, "Don't tease my cat either."
This was not the first time that this guy suddenly came over to pinch her nose and cover her mouth while she was sleeping.
"You're making me sleep deprived." Yayoi muttered.
Satoru Gojo's elbows stood on his thighs, supporting his chin. His pale blue eyes looked at this little red-haired man who was becoming more mature in both face and body curves through the thin lenses of his sunglasses. The other person was rubbing himself vigorously. I want to remove the red marks from my face.
"You are obviously a little redhead." Satoru Gojo rolled his eyes, like a big cat who did a bad thing that satisfied him without telling others, "Why do you like to sleep as much as the little piggy?"
Yayoi doesn't want to be called a pig at all. This is completely a habit left over from the past. When the sealing array is needed to consolidate the seal on her body, her range of activities cannot exceed that courtyard. She only sleeps in a daze. Sometimes in the sealing array I stayed there all day, falling asleep when I had nothing to do.
"You look like a pig." Yayoi moved himself back, away from Satoru Gojo, the evil-minded big cat.
Satoru Gojo held his chin, his eyelashes as long as thin snow drooped, and his drooped eyelids looked like a lazy big cat.
Yayoi... Yayoi's heart is ready to play with the cat.
Yayoi wanted to pet the big cat, but the big cat was full of black water and full of bad thoughts.
"Come here." Satoru Gojo waved to Yayoi.
Yayoi: "..."
The big cat waved to me.
"I won't go." Yayoi strengthened his will and moved behind him cautiously.
Satoru Gojo raised his eyelids and saw the blue sky that entered his eyes. In an instant, he felt as if he had fallen into an endless dome.
"Then I'll go over there." Satoru Gojo moved himself towards Yayoi.
Yayoi shifted himself.
Satoru Gojo shifted himself.
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Yayoi moved herself again.
Satoru Gojo moved himself again.
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Yayoi moved himself to the corner and hit the back of his head on the paper door of the cupboard. When he turned around, Satoru Gojo's hand covered his eyes.
Bigger than her hands, through the thin eyelids, the skin of those thin calloused hands touched her eyes.
The sweet smell in the air suddenly became stronger, and his warm breath fell on his forehead.
Yayoi moved his nose and found that the taste of Satoru Gojo was not only sweet, but also as cold as melting snow in early spring.
"Gojo?"
Yayoi looked confused.
Satoru Gojo covered her eyes and did not cause trouble or do anything else. His breath remained on her forehead, and his warm breath was like light feathers tickling her skin.
It feels a little strange.
Yayoi blinked.
But I can't say what's strange about it.
The leaves of the old-fashioned electric fan were still turning creakingly, and the sound of the wind chimes echoed in the clear sky.
Satoru Gojo loosened his hand covering her eyes and pulled away in a panic, as far away as a frightened big cat.
Yayoi touched his smooth forehead, and inadvertently, his eyes fell on Satoru Gojo's face. The big white cat tilted his head, the pupils under the sunglasses trembled slightly, and his cheeks were flushed.
——What's wrong with you?
Yayoi tilted his head, and his red hair swayed like a gauze curtain, falling onto his white knees like a waterfall.
——You, stay away from me!
The big white cat's fur spread all over its body as if frightened.
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——I told you to stay away from me!
--oh.
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——What are you doing so far away?
——Didn’t you ask me to stay away from you?
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--Are you a dummy?
——You are the fool!
Yayoi drowsily got up from the pillow and opened his eyes. His eyes were filled with the gorgeous sunset, which spread all over the floor through the transparent glass window.
Yayoi hugged his cat pillow, stared at the bright sunset, and sat on the bed in a daze for a while.
When he came back to his senses and touched the back of his neck, he found that there was a thin layer of sweat on the skin on the back of the neck, and the red hair was stuck to the skin on the back of the neck.
The sunset at the devil's hour is gorgeous, and the wind carries a laziness that makes people fall asleep.
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It's summer again.
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Satoru Gojo's sleep time is very short.
Liuyan is absorbing information flow from the outside world all the time. Most of the time, his brain passively maintains high-precision operation. Staying awake is a necessary condition for the operation of the technique. He cannot stand alcohol and does not like alcohol. Alcohol will make him His brain became chaotic. As a holder of six eyes and no lower limit, he didn't like this feeling very much.
My drinking capacity is also very bad. A typical glass... ah, no, it's half a glass.
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About half a cup was poured out without even using it.
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Lately I've been thinking about the bad things I did when I was a teenager because of drinking.
When I took the students on a mission a few days ago, I passed by a traditional sweet shop on the streets of Tokyo. The rice dumplings inside were famous.
Satoru Gojo stopped in front of the old shop and stared at the old signboard for a while. The wind and rain of the years left mottled marks on the door frame and the signboard.
He didn't come back to his senses until Yuta Okkotsu called him.
Yuta Okkotsu looked at the sign, then looked at the menu in the glass display window, and found that Satoru Gojo had been looking at the posted signature dish of fermented rice dumplings.
"Teacher, do you like to eat fermented rice balls?" Yuta Okkotsu asked.
"No," Satoru Gojo said, "I don't like things with alcohol."
His sense of smell is not as sensitive as Little Red Hair's, and the alcohol content in the rice dumplings is not strong enough for him to notice. The first time he entered this store, Shoko wanted to eat the rice dumplings.
However, neither Jie nor Shoko told Satoru Gojo that these were fermented rice balls. After smashing one, they found that the taste was pretty good. The chef probably used some other food to cover up the smell of alcohol. He simply relied on his sense of smell. Not an expert. Can't smell it.
The taste is sweet and the meatballs are soft and glutinous.
After killing a meatball, Satoru Gojo let himself go. He woke up the next day with a little red hair in his arms for no apparent reason.
Satoru Gojo touched his nose, "It just reminds me of some...nostalgic things."
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I've been thinking about her a lot lately.
When eating watermelon in the summer, I couldn't help but think of her sitting under the eaves holding the watermelon and gnawing it, like a hamster with bulging cheeks, with black watermelon seeds on her fair cheeks and watermelon juice on her lips.
The chirping of cicadas in midsummer echoes through the clear sky, bringing back the past with them.
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Satoru Gojo opened his eyes on the sofa, and the frightened deer filled with water outside the courtyard hit the sun-heated stone with a thud.
The water gurgled under the vermilion pontoon, and several red koi carp swayed underneath.
Satoru Gojo pressed his phone, turned on the screen, and looked at the time on it, realizing that he had only slept for twenty minutes.
Well, I’m not too sleepy either way.
The cicadas chirp loudly in summer, the branches outside the window are vigorous and whirling in the slightly hot wind, and the shadows of the trees fall mottled on the bluestone paved ground.
"Mr. Gojo, Arnold..." Ijichi said carefully.
Satoru Gojo curled his lips, knowing something was wrong again.
The summer sunshine passes through the transparent glass, and the mottled tree shadows fall under the eaves. The window frames of the floor-to-ceiling windows cut the sunlight.
"Ijichi." Satoru Gojo held his chin and closed the phone screen with one hand.
The phone was turned around in the hand and then thrown on the table. It slid forward along the smooth tabletop and finally stopped at the edge.
"I... am actually a person with a very bad personality, right?" Satoru Gojo said as if talking to himself.
"..."
The assistant supervisor with black-rimmed glasses on his nose choked.
This is a deep and fatal question. I don’t know whether to say yes or no. If you say the former answer, you will probably be beaten, but if you say the latter answer, it will go against your conscience.
Ijichi is feeling bitter, thinking about how bad your own character is, don’t you have an idea?
"Do you think... any girl will like me?" Satoru Gojo muttered, stretched out his hand, and took back the phone using his long hand.
"...There will be..." Ijichi answered conscientiously, even though he didn't believe it himself.
But the premise is that you don't speak. Once you speak, even dogs will hate it.
"Ijichi." Satoru Gojo spoke again, "Why are you hesitating? Do you have any doubts about my character?"
Ijichi felt bitter, "No, no."
Looking at it like this, if this matter doesn't go through today, this person won't do anything serious, and Ijichi feels very bitter.
The golden sunlight fell into the rough porcelain cup, the water in the tea was rippling, and the tea stems stood one by one in the water.
Some people say that when the tea stems stand up, good things will happen, but what good things will happen?
Satoru Gojo chatted away in various ways, staring at the tea stem standing quietly in the teacup in trance.
"Ijichi." Satoru Gojo clicked his tongue again.
"Yes." Ijichi was about to cry.
"Ijichi, do you have a girlfriend?" Satoru Gojo asked.
"No." Ijichi answered honestly.
Satoru Gojo snorted, "I knew you were single."
Ijichi: "..."
Who's not single yet? Don't think I don't know you're a magician.
"I have a girl I like." Satoru Gojo's eyelids were half-draped.
"Yes." Ijichi replied conscientiously, his expression immediately turned horrified when he realized what outrageous words this man had said, "Huh?!"
His eyes and glasses are about to fall off together.
Which girl is so unlucky? Falling in love with this unfortunate thing.
How miserable.
"Are you talking bad about me in your heart? Are you talking bad about me?" Satoru Gojo held his chin, and his gaze became dark.
Ijichi shuddered, "No, no!"
"Do you think she will like me?"
Satoru Gojo's eyes became wandering, as if he was wandering.
It would have been better if I had gone directly to A.
Satoru Gojo rubbed his palm with his fingertips.
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I thought of that midsummer day again, when the cicadas chirped extremely loudly, the rustling of leaves filled my ears, and the soft lips of a girl could be seen under the skin of my palms.
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——Little Red Hair is only fourteen years old.
--What?
He remembered the loud chirping of cicadas, the mottled tree shadows, and the female classmate standing by the glass window in that midsummer. At that time, Shoko Ieiri still had short hair and had not quit smoking. She was standing in the corridor smoking openly, ten years ago. At six or seven years old, he looks as skilled as a chain smoker.
There is no disciplinary committee in the junior high school. Someone will not appear out of nowhere and yell, 'Which class are you in? Put out your cigarette and go to the Moral Education Office.'
——Don’t you know your thoughts about her?
Satoru Gojo remembered that his face was full of question marks, but an organ in his chest was beating at an abnormal frequency. He vaguely knew what Shoko Ieiri was talking about, but he tried to deny it, but his heart violated his master's will and acquiesced. What Shoko said.
——Tsk.
Shoko Ieiri's contemptuous expression at that time is still vivid in my mind.
——You dare to like but dare not admit it.
Shoko Ieiri blew out a smoke ring.
——I don’t like that little red-haired one. Shoko, are you out of your mind?
The dead duck had a hard mouth, but his face began to feel hot inexplicably, and the temperature seemed to be reaching the boiling point.
——Then go and touch it.
Shoko Ieiri smiled evilly, looking like he couldn't wait to watch the show.
——Touch?
Seventeen-year-old Satoru Gojo was stunned for a moment.
——If you like it, you will feel it.
Shoko Ieiri said.
Everyone is single, why do you want to act like a love guru?
Satoru Gojo, who jumped back to reality from his memories, raised his chin and pouted. He remembered that Utahime Iori came over from behind, roughly heard a sentence or two of their conversation, and curiously asked what they were talking about.
——Ah, we were talking about his falling in love with a thirteen-year-old little red-haired boy.
Shoko held the cigarette butt between his fingers and smiled maliciously.
Utahime Iori stared at him for a long time, and it took him a long time to say a word.
——Scumbag.
Seventeen-year-old Satoru Gojo didn't hesitate to push back and retorted, "Little Red Hair is fourteen this year."
Utahime's expression suddenly became full of compassion, as if the unknown little red-haired man had suffered some terrible disaster.
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——Then go and touch it.
——If you like it, you will feel it.
He went to touch her, his amber eyes were as ignorant as a cat's. He raised his hand to cover her eyes, and secretly touched her eyes with his lips through his palm.
The ringtone in the wind is as clear as the spring water in the stream, and the heartbeat is deafening.
My heart almost jumped out of my chest.
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"This, this, I can't say." Ijichi went against his conscience, "You should be the type that many girls like."
Special note, your face should be the type that many girls like.
"But, compared to me as a 'human', that little red-haired person prefers 'furry'." Satoru Gojo clicked his tongue and began to mumble.
Ijichi was shocked and thought, "You actually still have time to be a human being?"
"She likes to masturbate me like a cat." Satoru Gojo grinds his teeth. They are both 'Satoru Gojo', 'Gojo Cat' is 'Satoru Gojo', 'Satoru Gojo' is 'Gojo Cat', why is the treatment so different? Woolen cloth?
"Forget it, I don't think you understand. You are single." Satoru Gojo sighed deeply, "Tell me, what's the matter?"
Ijichi...Ijichi feels that this life cannot be passed.
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The author has something to say:
Yayoi: Hold it, this cat can’t be petted, he’s full of bad ideas!
Yayoi: Gojo is the cat that I can’t jerk off to.
5T5: Hey~
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