Chapter 67 Hundreds of Words
The spring sunshine is very warm and gentle.
The soft sunlight pours down from the branches covered with cherry blossoms. Behind the shoji door, fine dust rises in the air, and the cut light is scattered on the tatami.
The cherry blossoms in the courtyard fell quietly, and their mottled shadows hit the floor.
The cherry blossoms here bloom and fade, fade and bloom again. The four seasons pass, and the years pass like water, starting over and over again, and spring returns again.
The breeze is gentle, and the cherry blossoms fall in a dream-like manner.
The ancient and soft singing rippled in the air, like ripples in a spring water blown by the breeze.
The cloud-like cherry blossoms cast mottled and dense light shadows on the red feather fabric, and the gorgeous fiery red hair hangs down like a waterfall, with the ends of the hair winding on the floor where the cherry blossoms are scattered.
She faced the gorgeous cherry blossoms in the courtyard and let her beautiful long hair fall naturally. She held a small and soft child in her arms. She held the child with one hand and patted the child's back gently with the other hand. He hummed an ancient, almost lost song.
The child in her arms was leaning against her chest. Her red fetal hair was delicate and soft. She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep. She breathed evenly and her red eyelashes trembled from time to time.
The woman holding the child remained expressionless, just patting the child's back gently and coaxing the child to sleep.
——Sukasyapa.
The movement of the woman's hand suddenly stopped, and the child in her arms moved, and the delicate eyelashes trembled slightly. Seeing this, the woman continued the movement of her hand, continued to pat the child's back, and coaxed the child to sleep.
——Do you really want to keep this child?
The red-haired man stopped by the door, holding on to the door frame, and asked softly.
The slight breeze swept the scattered petals, and they ran past my feet in a hurry.
--Um.
The woman responded softly.
——The elders would not agree.
The man's voice was a little cold.
——This child no longer belongs to "this world".
The man's voice was calm and solemn.
——Su Jiaye, you can't do this. People who don't respect life and play with it will be punished by God.
The man took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
Silence is in the air, the wind is quiet and leisurely, something is quietly expanding in the courtyard, and at the moment when it expands to the extreme, it quietly breaks.
——Let her go, Sukyapa.
The man once again broke the silence in the courtyard. The veins in his hands that were swallowed by the wide sleeves bulged, and they clenched into fists involuntarily.
Pathos and depression are like water ripples in the dark night, spreading out in all directions gently and slowly, silently.
——But I have brought her back from "the other world", brother.
The woman raised her head slightly, lowered her eyelids, and looked at the sleeping child in her arms.
——I also turned her into the best... "container" in the world.
The woman's forehead was gently pressed against the forehead of the sleeping child, her voice trembled slightly, and her thin body trembled convulsively, as if she was enduring great pain.
——Sorry, it's my fault.
Tears seemed to well up and fall uncontrollably.
——I turned you into this.
Something wet fell on the face, falling bit by bit, sliding down the baby's soft skin.
——The cherry blossoms in March are so beautiful.
The woman raised her face stained with tears. The moment she raised her head, her eyes were filled with splendor and prosperity like clouds, and the light and shadow cut by the clusters of cherry blossoms fell into the amber eyes.
——You can watch it for me next year.
The fingertips gently and carefully touch the swaddled baby, touching the baby's soft skin, feeling the warm body temperature bit by bit, and describing the tender facial features bit by bit.
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When human beings are still young babies, they instinctively focus on the outside world with their eyes, and imitate them consciously or unconsciously. They imitate the language and movements of adults. Even lively birds and beautiful flowers belong to children. Imitation objects.
Some people say that every child's growth begins by imitating adults.
It is said that the first words a child learns to say are the words he hears the longest. After listening to them for a long time, he begins to imitate them. At first, they are single syllables such as 'Dad' and 'Mom'. When he is about one year old, When you are young, you will gradually start to learn the language, and you will be able to say simple greetings, such as 'hello', 'good evening', and 'good afternoon'. Over time, with the accumulation of vocabulary, when you reach a certain age, you will be able to say a sentence. Smooth sentences are no problem.
But many years ago, the objects of imitation in front of her were only the sealing runes all over the house, the silently drooping bamboo curtains, and the occasional beam or two of sunlight that broke into the room through the window.
Relying on the five senses that are different from ordinary people, I can hear the cheers of birds, the sound of snow falling on the branches, and the conversations of various people.
"I don't know."
"Oh, the weather is so nice today."
"Do you think the dress I'm wearing today looks good?"
"It's so annoying."
"Candy is sweet."
"The cherry blossoms are beautiful."
…
Various languages and words are full of different emotions of various people, happy, sad, angry, excited... one after another, they are passed into the ears.
She found one or two sentences from these unrelated words, and understood the meaning of 'name' from those one or two sentences, and then she realized that she did not have a name.
Thanks to these people and these words, when someone opened the door and walked in and asked her, "What's your name?", she could tell that person seriously that she had no name.
She just told the truth. People outside said that children who are willing to tell the truth are good children. She told the truth. Although it does not prove that she is a good child, at least she will not be hated by others, right?
The person who asked her name was very sad. Then he searched her pockets and found a small candy in her wide cuff. He put the candy into her hand and asked her if she liked it. Eat something sweet, and then tell her that this is candy and the taste of sugar is sweet.
"Candy is sweet."
This is very sweet candy.
"The cherry blossoms are beautiful."
The beautiful cherry blossoms are always blooming outside.
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At that time, she had not yet learned to refute.
Perhaps it was the fear that touched the bottom of people's hearts and brought back the shadows left by the past. When the old man saw her face clearly, his originally gentle expression changed at that moment, becoming fierce and fierce, like a dark cloud. It is the sky with snow in winter.
"Sukyapa!"
This was the first time she heard this name. At that moment, the peace that the years had brought to the old man was abandoned by himself, and he shouted out this name with fear.
"No, you are not Su Jiaye... you are..." Anger appeared on the old man's dissatisfied and wrinkled face, and he looked uneasy, "You shouldn't be here!"
"Please be careful what you say!" Her sister pulled her behind her, and the immature girl faced the sullen old man. "She is still a child! She has not done anything wrong!"
"Her existence is the biggest fault!" The old man subconsciously raised his voice, but he was caught off guard and caught the eye of the child who was blocked behind him by the girl.
With inorganic eyes without joy or sorrow, a silent coldness spread from his heart to his limbs. The old man looked away in embarrassment.
…
A monster who cursed his parents to death, an alien who violates the laws of life.
Young and ignorant children are good at imitating, but only a few are aware of the negative impact of improper language on people. They intermittently speak words they learned from the elders, and confide in her without knowing what is good or evil.
She could not refute and would not refute. Her vocabulary was poor, she was ignorant of everything, and she had not yet learned human emotions and desires, so she could only remain blank and silent.
After her sister accidentally caught her, the patriarch's daughter put down her usual etiquette and identity, rolled up her sleeves and raised her arms, and personally gave those ignorant brats a good beating.
She seems to have learned how to fight at that time.
Of course, the consequence of the fight was that the group was raped and sneaked in front of the clan leader. The clan leader strictly forbade anyone to talk about related matters again, but unexpectedly in the end, he acquiesced and allowed her to enter and leave the clan freely.
…
In the drowsy state, the chirping of birds rose and fell in my ears, and soft light spilled onto the floor.
White snow accumulates in the empty courtyard, and the ebony branches are covered with crystal frost. The winter sky is clear and cold. The white snow and the black branches form a sharp contrast in the clear and cold winter.
In the cold and silent winter courtyard, a soft meow suddenly sounded.
The cat stepped on plum blossom-like footprints, and its soft white fur almost blended with the snow.
The big cat, which was larger than most cats, jumped up on the floor of the verandah, stepped on the soft flesh pads, and walked silently into the Japanese room. He walked to the ball wrapped in blankets and slipped in with smooth movements. into the blanket.
The person in the blanket was as warm as a small heater. After purring, which represented a good mood, the big cat contentedly sat next to the person in the blanket and closed its eyes.
…
It was already bright outside the window, the window frame neatly cut out the sunlight, and clear raindrops hung under the eaves.
White clouds rolled in the atmosphere, and golden light splashed down from the more distant sky, seeping through the clouds and falling into the city full of buildings.
The rain left over from last night was soaked by the morning sun, leaving mottled water stains on the flat bluestone floor.
It's morning.
Yayoi slowly opened his eyes, moved himself slowly, tilted his head, trying to find a comfortable position to continue sleeping, but his forehead hit something, not hard, but a little soft, and still warm.
"Good morning."
A familiar voice sounded above her head, hoarse and low.
Yayoi looked up and saw a familiar face, with soft white hair sticking to his face and caressing the soft fabric of the pillow.
Light and shadow play in the pale blue eyes, and the long and delicate white eyelashes are like falling snow plum branches.
Yayoi moved and found that she was almost completely huddled in Satoru Gojo's arms, her forehead resting on his chest, and Satoru Gojo's chin almost touching the top of her hair.
The distance was only a few feet away, and his warm breath fell on his forehead, making it itchy and numb.
She hadn't seen this face in ten years.
On a rainy night, when I heard his voice, that face emerged in my memory bit by bit, and finally appeared clearly in the rain curtain with few lights.
Yayoi moved his nose, and his nasal cavity was instantly filled with the smell of orange soda.
He took a shower at home yesterday, and the shower gel he used seemed to be hers.
"Why are you in my bed?"
Yayoi's expression was as steady as an old dog's, and he suddenly remembered that this man had vowed just last night that he would just lay the floor.
Her bed was originally a single bed, and two adults were squeezed into a single bed. Not to mention that Satoru Gojo was tall and muscular, with a height of 190+ and a muscular body, and the space for movement was pitifully small.
"Eh~" Maybe it was because he had just woken up, but his voice was still nasal, and the drawn-out tone was inexplicably aggrieved, "You're having a nightmare."
Yayoi paused, stunned for a moment, Satoru Gojo raised his hand, and gently rubbed the pad of his thumb on her eyebrows, "The wrinkles are so deep here."
The eyelids were drooping, because he was lying on his side, half of his face was soaked in the soft morning light, and the other half was trapped in shadow.
"What were you dreaming about?" Satoru Gojo asked gently.
Yayoi blinked, "I don't remember."
"Then don't think about it."
Satoru Gojo's fingertips moved all the way down, lingering all the way, and finally stopped on her cheek. With a slight exertion of his thumb and index finger, the fingertips sank into the soft skin.
"...Huh?" Hongmao made a confused sound. His amber eyes looked at Satoru Gojo confusedly and asked him vaguely, "What are you doing?"
"Hi." Satoru Gojo's eyes curled up, the corners of his mouth raised, and he spoke slowly with a strong voice, "Sure enough, the feeling hasn't changed at all~"
Still so good.
Yayoi: "...Do you want to fight?"
It’s hard, the fist is hard.
"No, I didn't." Satoru Gojo blinked innocently, put it away when he saw it was good, and immediately released his An Lushan claws, raising his hands high, so innocently, as if he was not the one who committed the crime just now.
On the table beside the bed, the glass surface of the photo frame reflects a shallow halo, and the alarm clock next to the photo frame ticks the second hand.
After letting go of his hand, a light red mark was left on the soft skin, just like the light plum blossoms left on the plain silk cloth.
The skin on your face not only feels good to the touch, but is also tender.
Satoru Gojo thought secretly, Yayoi suddenly jumped up from the bed, the wide skirt of her nightgown was lifted up, and the fair skin of her thighs appeared and disappeared between the skirts.
"It's over!" Hong Mao rolled off the bed.
I'm going to be late QAQ
Yayoi scratched his hair into a mess, looked at the alarm clock and then at the nightgown he was wearing, and almost collapsed on the spot.
Satoru Gojo:? ? ?
Satoru Gojo, who had never worried about being late, watched Yayoi pull out a pair of pants and a top from the closet.
For the sake of comfort, nightgowns are specially made into a light and loose style, which is suitable for sleeping and easy to wear. You can just put it on.
The red-haired girl was running around in the room anxiously. The moment she grabbed the hem of her skirt, Satoru Gojo suddenly understood. The white cat jumped up from the bed at the speed of light and grabbed her hand.
"What are you doing?" Satoru Gojo's pupils trembled. He understood this red-haired man very well. At various times, she acted faster than her mind, "Don't be here, it can't work here!"
He can't control it!
"What's wrong? I can tell you that my room is fine!" Yayoi showed his urgency through actions.
Another three seconds and fifty meters will not save her perfect attendance award!
boom--
The door to the bedroom was violently kicked open and slammed against the wall with a loud sound.
"What are you doing?!"
The old man with white hair at the temples held the spatula in his hand, his eyes like a wolf and a tiger.
Yuji Itadori followed his grandfather in disgrace, and popped up from behind the angry old man. Seeing the scene in front of him, the little tiger felt like he was going to ascend to heaven.
Satoru Gojo grabbed Yayoi's hand, and Yayoi grabbed the hem of her skirt, exposing her fair thighs.
This scene is really hard to miss.
"Yuji, why haven't you gone to school yet?!" Yayoi froze.
Damn it, they both took pills today. Not only will a student from Shanze High School be late, but a teacher will also be late.
"What school are you going to? Today is the first day of spring break!"
Sister, what are you doing, sister?
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Grandpa: Who? who is it? Who wants to steal my baby cabbage? !
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