Chapter 70 Weeping Branches
Death in the popular sense is the opposite of survival.
There is a taboo boundary between life and death. This boundary clearly distinguishes the living from the dead. The dead cannot enter the world of the living, but once the living go to the world of the dead, they can only live forever. Stay on the other side.
Spiritual creatures have a wonderful premonition of death, and they have a vague feeling that they are about to leave this world and go to the other world.
At first, this feeling was very faint, like a distant traveler looking at the mountains shrouded in thick fog. Looking from a distance, only vague outlines could be seen.
Going and coming, coming and going, life and death are a cycle. The cycle of life is like a snake with its tail, flowing in circles.
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The flowering period of the cherry blossoms has passed. After the brilliant bloom of the branches faded, layers of green spread out. As the temperature gets warmer, the greenery becomes more intense and vigorous.
Through the shade of the trees, speckled sunlight fell to the ground. The breeze picked up the fallen leaves and ran against the ground like naughty children.
Yayoi suddenly remembered the big orange cat, the cat she had had for several years.
It was autumn when I took the big orange cat home. The yellow leaves were falling off the branches, the sun had faded away from its scorching heat, and the sky above my head was clear and clear.
The dew brings the coolness of autumn, and the cherry trees have shed their vigorous branches and leaves, and the golden leaves hang on the branches stretching toward the sky.
The big orange cat lay lazily on the wall of someone else's house, basking in the sun, half-squinting its eyes, and twitching its whiskers from time to time.
His nest was in that house, but that was already a thing of the past.
The original owner of the big orange cat moved away, perhaps forgetting to take the big orange cat with him, so the big orange cat was left behind in this small town. The mistress of the house is allergic to cat hair and doesn't like cats, whether they are domestic cats or wild cats, so she is determined not to keep the cat of the original owner of the house.
When the wind blows, the warm autumn sunshine carries the yellow leaves tumbling in the wind, crashing like a roiling golden wave.
The orange cat is hidden in the golden wave, and the tree shadows are mottled on the orange cat fur. Some are darker and some are lighter. The shades are different, but unexpectedly harmonious.
The cool autumn wind carried the sound of the mistress of the house driving away. The emerald-green eyes of the big orange cat met the amber eyes of the little red-haired cat.
For a human, more than ten years is just the most youthful years of life, but for a cat, it is enough to be considered a lifetime.
Cats are magical creatures.
The big orange cat seemed to have expected his end point.
The organs throughout the body have failed over time, and the bones have aged over time. The originally lazy orange cat has become listless and has a loss of appetite.
Regarding his impending death, the big orange cat behaved very calmly, eating and sleeping when he should, and his lazy look remained the same as in the past. The only difference was that he always stuck to Yayoi's side intentionally or unintentionally.
Three months before leaving, the normally carefree orange cat that no one liked to talk to suddenly became clingy. He liked to follow Yayoi wherever he went. He liked to eat next to Yayoi's ankles and even slept in his own bed. Instead of lying down, he slowly climbed onto Yayoi's bed, curled up into a big pile and lay on the side of Yayoi's pillow.
When the weather is nice, Yayoi will fold a soft blanket in half several times and lay it on the windowsill of his room. The big orange cat will lie on this blanket and take a nap while basking in the sun. If he lies there for a long time, he will move himself and change to another one. Continue to doze in the sun in a comfortable position.
When autumn comes, the warmth of summer still lingers in the air. The leaves in the yard are swaying in the wind, and dusk is smeared on the glass windows, like strawberry jam spread on bread.
Yayoi noticed that the big orange cat had been lying on the windowsill for a long time without even changing its position.
"Big orange cat?" Yayoi called her cat in shock.
The leaves hanging on the branches were roaring and rolling, and the color of the sky was so gorgeous that it seemed as if it would catch fire in the next moment.
The whiskers on the big orange cat's face moved. He half-raised his eyelids, and the sunset fell into the emerald green cat's eyes.
As the return date approaches, the vague outline will become clearer.
He was leaving, and no one knew his death better than he did.
…
As the afternoon approaches, clear sunlight flows on the horizon, as soft and quiet as a gurgling stream in the mountains.
Satoru Gojo found no one at Itadori's house. He rang the doorbell several times, but no one came out to open the door.
After ringing the doorbell several times, Satoru Gojo didn't see anyone coming out to open the door. His eyes wandered around the door for a few times, and he caught a Geto fox by the wall.
Suguru Geto:? ? ?
Curiosity killed the cat, no, it killed the fox.
Satoru Gojo, who specially wore sunglasses to meet people, pinched the back of Geto Fox's neck with one hand, rubbed his chin a few times, and said with a strange expression, "Why do the more I look at you, the more I think you look like Jay?"
Geto Fox: "...Ouch."
No, that's your illusion, I'm just an ordinary little fox.
Satoru Gojo: "Even the eyes are small."
Geto fox: "..."
If you want to fight, just say so!
"Fox-chan, have you seen Yayoi?" Satoru Gojo stroked the fox twice.
Geto fox: "..."
You ask a fox where the little red fur is, are you thinking wrong?
The tall adult man squatted at the door with his chin in his hands and thought for a long time. His already open-minded mind became even more divergent. Considering that a certain red-haired man had a history of moving without saying hello, Satoru Gojo naturally I thought about that, and then I thought about how Yayoi had promised him a few days ago that he would not move, and that even if he did, he would tell him.
So Satoru Gojo gave up the idea of digging out the red hair by force.
I carried the fox around Itadori's house several times and found many stray cats in the alleys and streets. These stray cats are docile and fatter than cats elsewhere. It seems that these days It was quite a nourishing life.
Satoru Gojo suddenly remembered that Yayoi likes cats. She would pet and feed any stray cats she met on the roadside.
Gojo Cat: Inexplicably unhappy jpg.
Gojo Cat: Bah.
There should be a plump tangerine where Yayoi is, but Satoru Gojo never saw that tangerine either on the night he spent the night at Yayoi's house or during the recent visits.
The soft meowing sound of the cat came from the alley, and the cat's eyes gave off a unique and faint luster in the darkness.
A tri-colored kitten walked out of the alley, and circled around Satoru Gojo's feet for several times, and finally squatted in front of him and raised its furry chin.
Satoru Gojo held his chin, tilted his head, looked at the little calico cat and thought for a while, then held the Geto fox in his armpit, squatted down, and touched the little calico cat's chin a few times.
Geto fox trapped in the armpit: "..."
Damn you.
The cat purred comfortably, looking past those deep gazes. Several cats in the alley were ready to move, as if they wanted to run over and beg to be petted.
Satoru Gojo found it a bit funny.
"Don't trust humans too much, except of course the little red-haired cat who likes cats." Satoru Gojo looked down at the little calico cat and stood up, "Let's go, let's go."
The little calico cat reluctantly walked away.
The fox, who was held in Satoru Gojo's armpit, watched the cat leave, tilted his head slightly, and glanced at Satoru Gojo's face under his sunglasses from the corner of his eye, remaining silent.
Satoru Gojo walked around the Itadori family's house again, and carefully looked at the place where the little red hair had lived over the years. Perhaps his behavior was too weird and blatant, and his clothes were too strange, and he was almost moved to live next door. The girl is considered a pervert.
Geto fox: "..."
Don't doubt it, he is a pervert, the kind who fakes it and pays ten for it.
Fortunately, he is the all-powerful Gojo cat. The small sunglasses on the bridge of the big cat's nose are slightly lowered, and his beautiful pale blue eyes make the neighbor's daughter's heart skip a beat.
"I'm not a pervert, I'm just looking for someone." Satoru Gojo smiled and turned the screen of his phone up to show the red-haired photos he had collected in his phone. "I'm looking for a girl with red hair."
"Eh, eh? Is that Miss Amamiya?" The neighbor girl paused, and the eye-catching red hair in the photo caught her eye.
"Yes." Satoru Gojo pushed up the small sunglasses on his face.
"Mr. Itadori seems to be hospitalized. Miss Amamiya and her brother Yuji always run to the hospital." The girl blushed.
"Speaking of which..." The girl thought of something at the end and murmured to herself, "Although she and Mr. Itadori are the same grandson, Miss Amamiya's surname is not Itadori either."
"Huh?" The white-haired man opposite tilted his head, and the small sunglasses on the bridge of his nose swayed.
"I, I'm telling you, don't tell others!" The big cat's beauty was too great for the country and the people, so the girl had no choice but to tell the truth, "I heard from people around me that Miss Amamiya originally lived in Tokyo. After her parents divorced, she moved to the countryside with her mother. Later, her mother passed away, and her custody fell into the hands of Mr. Itadori, and she has been living with Mr. Itadori and his grandson ever since. "
"Oh, it's really strange. Miss Amemiya's father is still alive, so why is she..."
"Thank you." He was interrupted before he could finish his words. Satoru Gojo picked up the fox and turned around to leave.
"No, you're welcome!" the girl said loudly. When she reacted, the tall and good-looking man was no longer in front of her.
"Eh-" The girl sighed in frustration.
What a pity, I haven't asked him for his contact information yet.
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The nearest hospital is Shanze Hospital.
Considering that he was going to visit Yayoi's family, Satoru Gojo bought flowers specially.
When buying flowers, Satoru Gojo saw sunflowers in the flower shop. The slender stems and the large flower plates formed a sharp contrast, and the sunlight fell slantly on the soft petals.
I remember that time in the hot spring village of Yamanashi Prefecture. Little Red Hair stood in front of the torii holding sunflowers. The mottled tree shadows hit the ground paved with bluestone slabs. The little Red Hair standing under the torii was as light as Cat.
Satoru Gojo bought a few more sunflowers, and they were packed into a bouquet by the flower shop proprietress along with the daisies and gladioli that were blooming this season.
While the flower shop proprietress was packing the bouquets, she would look at Satoru Gojo, who was playing with his mobile phone with a fox under his arm, from time to time, as if he was looking at someone strange.
After briefly asking the nurse at the service station about his grandfather's ward number, Satoru Gojo was holding a bouquet. Before he entered the door, he heard the old man yelling loudly, "Didn't I tell you not to come?" Go to club activities for me! Make more friends, you two socially incompetent guys! '
Satoru Gojo, who was standing at the door holding a bouquet of flowers, raised his eyebrows.
The old guy's words were strong and clear, and it didn't look like he needed to be hospitalized at all.
Satoru Gojo doesn't like old people very much. This is largely due to the influence of the Gojo family and the high-ranking people in the magic world who like to be arrogant and bossy but not conscientious enough to deprive young people of their youth.
The little old man in the ward and the old guys he knew were obviously not the same thing.
Not to mention the ear-splitting roar, the old man waved the spatula one morning and kicked open the door of the little red-haired boy with all his strength. The devastating blow was as powerful as a knife. Leopard was still fierce despite his age. At that moment, Gojo Maomao, who has believed that I am the only one in the world since he was born, felt guilty for a second when he made a mistake in school and was caught in front of his father.
It seems that the little red hair is not here anymore.
But it doesn't matter, he can first visit Little Red Hair's elders.
"Hey~ Yayoi and Yuji didn't come, the person who came is Satoru-chan~"
Satoru Gojo held the bouquet in one hand and fished the fox in the other. The moment his refreshing smile appeared from the edge of the door frame, Grandpa's pupils suddenly shrank, like a leopard staring at its prey, and the fierce light bursting out of his eyes was as terrifying as the darkness. The car lights that suddenly turn on at night are as lethal as the light of destruction and death.
The air was suddenly quiet.
It's okay, Satoru-chan is never embarrassed.
Satoru Gojo: Wow.
Gojo the cat blinked.
He is worthy of being Little Red-haired's grandfather. Just by looking at his eyes, he looks like a jackal and a leopard. He is incomparable to those timid old guys above who like to huddle in dark corners.
"Put down my fox!" the old man said with great momentum.
Geto fox: "..."
Good people, no, good monkeys.
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From a long time ago, Yayoi knew that his big orange cat only had a short time to live.
The shiny and watery cat fur became pale and weak, as if fading, the originally soft flesh pads became rough, and the sleeping time increased, often lying down all day long, and the orange cat, who was originally unfriendly to people, became He became less and less communicative, even ignoring the wild cats that came to climb the walls.
The beating of the heart becomes heavy and dull, and movements become slow and difficult.
He is an old cat.
Someone has done a survey. It is said that when creatures like cats have a premonition of their own death, they will leave silently, find a place where no one can find them, and use it as their last residence. They will leave quietly. .
Two years ago in early autumn, the big orange cat was doing the same thing.
Perhaps he realizes that his appearance after death will be an extremely ugly rotting corpse, and he doesn't want to be seen by anyone, so he tirelessly searches for a new place to belong.
One day in late autumn, Yayoi saw a rickety old cat at the door of his house and took him home.
Yayoi put the orange cat on his lap and sat on the floor facing the yard. He kept stroking the gray and matte fur of the big orange cat. After the leaves fell off, the branches changed. Got to be bare.
The autumn wind is silent and indifferent, whirring withered leaves as they run past.
"Don't leave."
I know you will die.
Yayoi touched the orange cat lying helplessly on his lap. The big orange cat had drooped eyes and had no energy, so he could only let Yayoi touch it.
"I won't be able to find you if you leave." Yayoi said softly.
The big orange cat lying on her lap had its eyelids drooped and the tip of its tail twitched.
"I will be very sad if I can't find you." Yayoi said softly.
Just like she can never find the little black cat she once was.
Maybe it was because his hometown was burned to ashes in the fire, or maybe his own cat survived, but a solitary cat would be very lonely, wouldn't it?
"Don't think about yourself as a cat dying," Yayoi said.
Whether a cat survives alone or dies alone, it is a very lonely thing.
The autumn sky is very clean, with few and thin clouds. The few clouds are like torn cotton wool, and white birds flutter across, sliding invisible tracks on the blue curtain.
The big orange cat raised its head and made a small meow at the little red-haired cat who had brought him home more than ten years ago. Yayoi saw his own reflection in those emerald green cat eyes.
The big orange cat lay on Yayoi's lap, chose a sleeping position he liked, curled himself up, and curled his tail around himself.
The wind is still blowing in the yard.
The big orange cat closed its eyes quietly and stopped moving.
It was as quiet as if he was asleep.
…
At dusk, the school bell rang. A man who could run fifty meters in three seconds rushed out of the teacher's office and the student classroom at the same time. After the two met in a narrow road at the school gate, they both turned and ran towards Shanze. The hospital, with smoke and dust billowing behind it, stunned the onlookers behind.
After Yayoi and Yuji went to the flower shop to buy flowers as usual, they rushed to the hospital unstoppably.
"Yo!"
The moment he stopped at the door of the ward, what he saw was Satoru Gojo's refreshing and bright smile. The other person raised his paw and waved it as a greeting.
Yayoi:? ? ?
Yuji:? ? ?
To be fair, why are you here? !
Grandpa looked at the two idiots standing in front of the door, stroking the fox with a look of disgust on his face.
"Mr. Gojo?!" Yuji was confused.
"Why are you here?" Yayoi was confused while holding the bouquet.
"Come to see grandpa." Satoru Gojo smiled sincerely.
Yayoi: "..."
Yuji: "..."
The voices of the two siblings were strangely synchronized at this moment. To be honest, when did my grandfather become your grandfather?
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