Chapter 141 Final Chapter
In the still darkness, he heard the soft meowing of a cat.
The winding road is like a giant snake entrenched in the city. In the lane, large swaths of vehicles form a large swath. The sunlight is so bright that it is blinding. Noisy car horns blare one after another in the hot air.
The mottled tree shadows fell on his face through the gaps between the leaves.
The tall buildings in the distance stood tall, the traffic lights on the opposite side jumped, and pedestrians hurried past like swarms of swimming fish.
With a paper bag hanging on his elbow, he stepped onto the zebra crossing.
As he walked through the crowd like flowing water, several prolonged car horns sounded in his ears from time to time.
The bus staggered away from the station, dragging a long puff of exhaust fumes. Like a pair of scissors, the light and shadow were cut into pieces and scattered among the clusters of buildings.
He walked through the station and passed all kinds of shops on the street. People with pet dogs passed by him. Groups of female students in high school uniforms walked past him laughing and playing. Couples holding hands were whispering. lingering in the ears.
The automatic door of the convenience store slid open, followed by a customary "Welcome". There were not many customers in the convenience store at this time, so he attracted the attention of the staff as soon as he entered.
The gilded sunlight filtered into the convenience store through the transparent glass windows, and the floor tiles seemed to be coated with a thin layer of honey.
He briefly glanced at the items on the shelf. He originally made up his mind to buy a box of strawberry milk, but paused when his eyes passed by the orange soda next to him.
He paused, and as if instinctively, he raised his hand and dropped it on the orange soda.
The automatic door of the convenience store slid open again, and the flowing clouds in the upper atmosphere rolled, casting shadows on the city below.
The sky was bright and dazzling, and when it fell on the skin, there was a burning sensation. The howling wind picked up a large piece of car exhaust, choking and making people's throats feel itchy.
He raised his hand to act as a fan and puffed the air twice, finally feeling better.
"mum--"
He heard a soft meow.
His eyes subconsciously followed the source of the sound, and finally landed on the pet store opposite the convenience store. Across the huge glass window, a litter of kittens were crowded into a basket.
As if by chance, he picked up his steps, crossed the road, and stopped in front of the display window. This was a litter of newly born kittens. There were five of them in total. They were small, squinting and squeezing in between the soft cushions and Towel basket.
One of the kittens opened its narrowed eyes, its amber pupils clear and confused.
He bent down, put his hands in his pockets, and made a face at the kitten in the window.
"Mea——" The little kitten yawned and lay back down to continue sleeping.
It is said that cats spend more than half of their sleeping time standing up during a day.
The ringing bicycle bell passed behind me, and the pet shop's automatic door slid open.
After teasing the kitten, he turned around to leave, but bumped into a man walking out of the pet store holding a cat. His red hair was like cinnabar dotted on white paper with a paintbrush.
She hugged the cat and looked at him like this, her amber eyes were clear and ignorant, just like a cat.
"mum--"
The soft meowing sounded again, and the orange cat in her arms yawned, revealing its small fangs and curled tongue, and its emerald green cat eyes narrowed into a slit.
"You look like a cat."
The man holding the cat suddenly laughed, his eyebrows arched in laughter, and tiny light and shadow seemed to fall into his pupils.
"Mr. Kitty," she said.
The person holding the cat is smiling, and his beautiful eyes are filled with a spring-like smile.
His head was tilted slightly to one side, and his red hair was like a strand of silk hanging down, sliding from his shoulders to his chest. His soft lips curved upwards, and a slight smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.
The honking of cars, the soft meowing of cats, the sound of automatic doors sliding open, the whispers from the crowd, the whistling of the wind in my ears, all the sounds close at hand seemed to be slowly disappearing. The world was peeled away, and silence was like an overwhelming tide, flooding the entire world in an instant.
The howling wind echoed along the seashore.
The rolling waves drew a soft white line on the horizon, and the rushing tide drew wrinkles on the beach. After it faded, new waves rushed up again, drawing new wrinkles.
The high, blue sky is reflected in the pupils.
The waves hit the rocks all at once, breaking into a large piece of spray like white jade and splashing everywhere.
The white feathers of the seabirds glowed like gold in the sun, and their wings vibrated, like speeding arrows, grazing the sea water across the surface.
The cries of seagulls echoed in my ears, and the sound of rustling waves lingered on the beach.
He heard the sound of water splashing. On the other side of the beach, someone stepped on the white waves and walked towards him. His wide sleeves were bulging in the sea breeze, like a white bird fluttering its wings.
She was dressed in white clothes and her red hair was fluttering in the sea breeze like a red cloud. She was barefoot, and the broken waves splashed everywhere like white foam.
"Hey, did you miss me?"
The man who was riding on the waves stopped in front of him, raised his head, with a smile in his eyes, and his red hair fluttering like silk in the sea breeze.
His brows unclenched unconsciously, he bent down, held her waist with one hand and her knees with the other, lifting her up like a child and picking up his wife from the sea.
The bare feet were stained with sea water and sand, and the neatly trimmed fingernails were glowing with a light pink color.
After shaking her feet twice, she hugged his neck.
"I think so, very much." He raised his head and kissed his wife's lips, which were as soft as petals.
The howling sea breeze stirs up the white waves, and the torii gate standing on the top of the mountain hangs an ancient rope.
"Why are you changing clothes?" Satoru Gojo held Yayoi's knees and stood in the sea breeze.
In the dazzling skylight, he narrowed his cat-like blue eyes, cunning and beautiful.
"The clothes I have been wearing before." Yayoi hugged his neck and nestled in his arms like a cat. "I have several sets of clothes and I wear the same clothes all year round."
"I haven't seen it." Satoru Gojo pouted, looking like the boss was unhappy.
"Does it look good?" Yayoi rolled his eyes.
"It looks good." Satoru Gojo blinked, his expression serious and solemn, and he pushed the person in his arms upwards, but he was serious.
Yayoi rolled his eyes and seemed happy.
"I lived in a courtyard for a long time, and a lot of the time I was alone."
Under the crimson robe, the white toes swayed a few times.
Satoru Gojo paused and spoke slowly, "You will never be alone again."
Yayoi still smiled, and the smile was like warm water flowing into his heart, making his heart soft.
"I was distracted for a while and had a nightmare." Satoru Gojo hugged his wife and buried her in Yayoi's chest. His muffled voice rang out in the sea breeze.
"What nightmare?" Yayoi touched his hair. The white hair with its tips sticking up was incredibly soft in the palm of his hand.
"You don't recognize me anymore." Satoru Gojo's voice sounded a little aggrieved.
They were standing on a crowded street. The smile in her eyebrows was as clear as before, but there was no longer any familiarity.
They didn't know each other, they were just two strangers who met by chance on the street, that's all.
"Dreams and reality are opposite." Yayoi kissed his forehead, coaxing the 28-year-old cat gently like he was coaxing a child, "Kiss him and the nightmare will fly away."
The big cat, who was kissed by his wife, narrowed his eyes and purred comfortably.
"Wait for me." Satoru Gojo curled his lips.
"But I can't wait any longer." Yayoi held his cheeks with both hands and kissed her husband on the forehead. "I miss you so much. I miss you so much."
I once learned an old saying from a country on the other side of the sea.
Not seeing you for a day makes me miss you like crazy.
It's too exaggerated.
This was her first thought when she was young and had no love experience. However, now, she seems to understand the mood of the person who said this.
"It seems like we haven't even spent a day apart." Yayoi said, "But I miss you so much."
Satoru Gojo was speechless, what should he say? His wife is usually cute and cute, but she is always silly, and her silly look is super cute. When talking about love, she talks up to him three times, Satoru Gojo, it kills him.
"Come back and see me early." The corners of his lips raised, the sky was dazzlingly blue, and his curved eyebrows were beautiful and moving.
Satoru Gojo felt his heart trembling.
"Enlightenment." The red lips opened and closed in the sea breeze, and the tiny light on the horizon reflected the bright red color, "Come back soon, my Mr. Cat."
He held his wife in his arms, and the sea water collided and turned into white waves. The red hair was like a red thread that entangled the fate of two people.
The rustling sound is like the churning sea water at high tide, and the golden light is so dazzling that it makes people want to cry.
It was as if the moment the door was pushed open, white light squeezed in mightily, and golden chains poured out crazily towards the crack of the door, forming what seemed to be swarms of snakes.
There was a golden chain wrapped around his arm, which was warm, as if it were a candle shrouded in a paper lampshade, emitting a warm light.
The white withered bones entrenched around him collapsed in an instant. The rugged bones melted into the air like snow flakes, and the soft white light swallowed up the shadows overwhelmingly.
The chain wrapped around his arm was like a hand, pulling him all the way out, out of this lightless world, into the world with her.
After the silence that had submerged the entire world was broken, the swarms of rustlings subsided, and a dark sky came into view, and the world in front of them was in a mess.
He saw a familiar face. The owner of that face spent the most important three years of his life with him. Those three years were important enough to be burned into his soul.
Under the skin of an acquaintance was not an old friend, and the expression of indescribable surprise made Satoru Gojo want to laugh.
At this time, his condition was obviously not good. One hand was strangling his neck tightly, while the other hand was desperately trying to stop the hand that wanted to kill him, creating a scene of chaos.
"Hurry up, I'm going back to be with my wife."
Satoru Gojo's expression was as cold and hard as a chiseled ice sculpture among those present, and the light from his blue eyes was so bright and eerie.
…
The body seemed to be trapped in a soft cloud.
She saw the light of the fire, and the firewood licked by the flames made a beeping sound, and sparks popped out.
Someone was sitting next to the fire. There were several simple grills set up around the fire, with a few... mushrooms strung on them?
"Yeah, do you eat mushrooms?"
The firelight illuminated the man's face, and the smile on the man's face was still as fresh and bright. With honeyed optimism, he pulled out a bunch of mushrooms from the ground and handed them over.
Yayoi almost pushed the person's head into the fire and braised the dog's head. After recognizing the other person, Yayoi forcibly suppressed his instinct and did not take action.
She glanced at the mushrooms handed to her. The skin was crispy and grilled just right.
By the way, this person always grows his own mushrooms for his own use.
"I don't like mushrooms."
Yayoi said so and took the bunch of mushrooms from his hand.
After hearing this, the other party immediately squatted down and became depressed, and ventured out in despair, with the rhythm of flooding.
"Hashirama." Yayoi called.
The other party didn't move, just minding his own business.
Yayoi thought for a while and decided to ask a question that had been bothering her for a long time, "Did you cheat on Uchiha Madara behind your sister's back?"
Senju Hashirama: "...What did you say?"
Sorry, the wind was so strong that he didn't hear anything.
"Let me ask, are you cheating on Uchiha Madara behind your sister's back?" Yayoi raised her voice.
"I don't, Madara and I are pure friends! What are you thinking in your head? The person I love is Mito! I have liked her since I was a child, even though she is sometimes super... cruel! She became even more cruel after getting married, but I still love her, she is my wife..." Senju Hashirama had a broken expression on his face, wailing and shouting at the top of his lungs, "The person I love is still Mito!"
"What exactly is installed in your head? Although I have known for a long time that your brain circuit is different from others..."
The tall man chattered, just like an old woman, squatting on the ground holding her knees and fussing for a long time. Then she got frustrated and walked out desperately.
Yayoi looked at the mushrooms in his hand, then at the mushrooms that emerged one after another from Senju Hashirama, and decisively inserted the mushrooms back into the soil in front of the fire.
There was an awkward silence in the air that made you want to pick your toes. From time to time, a few sparks popped out of the fire.
"You seem to have grown up a little, Yayoi." Senju Hashirama stroked Yayoi's hair, and his generous palm was as reassuring as a father and brother.
"I... am twenty-five." Yayoi stared blankly at the burning fire, the firelight dancing in her eyes.
"It's more than twenty-five." Senju Hashirama winked and patted her head twice, neither lightly nor hard.
His eyes gradually softened, and he looked at Yayoi like a father looking at his daughter, "During those years in the Uzumaki clan, your time seemed to have never flowed."
Yayoi lowered his head, the firelight reflecting on his face.
"Because your heart has not grown up, and there is no way to teach you how to be a human being." Senju Hashirama's eyes were soft, "The things Mito and I taught you were very superficial and did not give you the feeling of being alive."
Yayoi pursed her lips.
"You seem to have grown up well." The smile on Senju Hashirama's face deepened, "Did you meet someone?"
"I... have a mother, I still have a cat, I have friends, I go to school, and I fight with people in school..." Yayoi's eyelashes moved, "Then..."
Yayoi began to recall her life intermittently, starting in Saitama County, maybe a little earlier, starting from the time when she was hugged by those warm hands, and the gentle woman taught her to call her mother over and over again in her ears.
"I'm always fighting and arguing with someone."
She bickered and fought from time to time. During that time, her ability to bicker with others improved by leaps and bounds.
"We haven't seen each other for a long time."
They parted ways over time.
"I have a grandfather and a younger brother."
Before leaving, her mother entrusted her to her gentle family.
"after that……"
The spring rain kept falling, and it kept falling. The running water picked up the scattered cherry blossoms, and those beautiful blue eyes were stained with water drops.
"I am married."
I got married in a daze.
Senju Hashirama: "..."
Wait, is there any important process omitted in the middle?
Yayoi held his chin, the firelight fell into his amber eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.
This was the first time Senju Hashirama saw Yayoi like this. His smile was like sweet syrup, and his eyes were so gentle that they seemed to be dripping with water.
Yayoi looked at the beeping fire and smiled, not noticing that most of Senju Hashirama's face was in shadow, and his expression became particularly dangerous.
When he came back to his senses, the smile on the other person's face was as stiff as a machine, and his voice was trembling, "Yayoi, you are still young..."
Yayoi blinked and told him seriously, "I'm not young anymore, I'm twenty-five."
She suddenly recalled that Satoru Gojo's palm was pressed against her abdomen and asked her if there would be a baby here, and her cheeks turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"We should have a baby soon." Yayoi muttered quietly, but was listened to every word.
Senju Hashirama: "..."
I#@%*……
Beast, what beast? !
No wonder he thinks so. In his impression, Yayoi is just an ignorant little girl. She is silly and looks ignorant in everything she does.
"If I hadn't come here." Senju Hashirama heard Yayoi say at the end.
The sound was very soft, like ashes dissipating in the air.
Yayoi buried her head in her knees, heat welling up in her eyes, and a sour feeling flooding her nose like a tide.
"I miss him so much, but I can't see him now."
Tears rolled down from the eyes, like broken beads, pattering down, dark water marks smearing on the ground where the firelight was swaying.
The sound of crying filled the air intermittently.
A hand was pressed on the top of her hair, and she looked up, with a crying face like a little cat.
Senju Hashirama smiled, showing his clean teeth, "Then go see him."
"But I'm not..." Yayoi looked at him blankly, as if he was still the same stupid look he had a long time ago, and tears rolled down his eyes stupidly.
"Do you know why they have always been taboo about your existence?" Senju Hashirama helped her wipe away her tears little by little, without changing the smile on his face.
"I know." Yayoi sniffed, "I was a stillborn child. I died when Su Jiaye gave birth to me."
She raised her hand to wipe the tears from her eyes, "She doesn't acknowledge my 'death'. "
Living will be bound. If the body is compared to a container, then it is the container that binds the soul.
Forcibly awaken the container and restore the silent soul with the curse.
Sukyapa succeeded.
As long as there is still a little bit of breath left, the spell carved on her back will forcefully awaken her body and unreasonably pull back her soul.
An existence that goes against common sense.
People are taboo about anything beyond their knowledge and control.
"So you can go see him." Senju Hashirama said through gritted teeth.
Although he doesn’t know who that “him” is, the relationship between him and “him” now is the same as the relationship between his father and the wild boy who suddenly appeared from the roadside and took away his daughter!
The most hateful thing was that he had to give up his daughter.
Yayoi looked at him blankly, with water in his eyes.
"Go, go." Senju Hashirama touched her hair with a warm smile, "You must be happy."
——Many things we want to do are not achieved, and people who want to be happy get nothing.
——If you are happy, we will at least feel a little more comfort in our hearts. We didn't seem so incompetent back then.
Yayoi sniffed and opened his mouth.
"Come on, hurry up." Senju Hashirama patted his little sister on the shoulder vigorously and urged, "Come on, hurry up, over there in Mito, I will say hello to you!"
The firelight reflected the refreshing smile on his face, and he waved goodbye to her in the warm light.
She sniffed, and the sour feeling surged out of her nasal cavity like a tide.
…
When I woke up in a daze, my vision was blurry and clear again. What I saw was the white ceiling, and the sound of ticking instruments was in my ears.
All the bones in his body were aching, as if his body had been crushed to pieces and then put back together again. It was extremely painful to move his fingers.
Condensed murderous intent suddenly filled the air, and his body instinctively rolled towards the bed. A knife struck directly on the bed, and the sharp metal tore the fabric.
"Please feel free to go on your way." The auxiliary supervisor in a black suit raised the knife in his hand high.
Yayoi has never seen such a shameless person. He can let people die so calmly?
Hongmao endured the severe pain all over his body and rolled his body to the side. After dodging the knife that cut through the air, he pushed down the stand next to him, picked up the instrument next to him and smashed it out at the opponent's head.
It's a pity that she is too weak now and her reaction is too slow, so the other party can barely escape the attack.
When the knife was about to fall, the opponent suffered a heavy blow on the back of his head.
An office worker spellcaster with a thick bandage on his arm had veins bulging on his forehead. He lowered the hand holding the baseball bat with a gloomy expression, "Sorry, my hand was slippery and I didn't see it."
There was another loud sound in the air. The head of the Zenin family, who was leaning against the door to watch the show, raised his head and drank up the wine bottle in his hand. He smashed his mouth and said, "Oh, why is this ceiling shaking?" "Dang?"
"Old man, you think you are too old." The black-haired, green-eyed man glanced at the people on the ground, then his eyes fell on Yayoi, who had white hair, and tugged at the corner of his scarred mouth, "Satoru Gojo Wife?"
That last sound was very subtle.
Yayoi's head was dizzy. The total number of people present could be enough for a table of mahjong just from the sober people.
Nanami Kento, the only conscientious person present, carefully helped the person up from the ground with the hand he could still use.
"What about him?"
Yayoi grabbed Nanami Taketo's hand with such strength that it was hard to believe that she had just been judged to be close to death by Shoko Ieiri.
There was a lot of noise at the door. Nanami Kento frowned, lowered his head and said to Yayoi: "Now this place is open to you and this..."
His eyes paused on the man with the scar at the corner of his mouth.
The man raised his hand and curled his lips, "I'm just an ordinary person with zero magic power."
Ordinary people, focus on that.
Qianhai Jianren: "..."
I don't believe you, even if you have the energy to beat up the cursed spirit.
"In short, it's not safe for you here now, you must leave here immediately." Nanami Kento said.
The top management is working on Satoru Gojo and Satoru Gojo all day long. If they can't get Satoru Gojo, they will mess with his wife and students.
Yayoi understands that some people want her life.
How did she escape? Looking back, she was confused. She still remembered Shoko Ieiri in a white coat. The usually lazy woman was particularly irritable tonight. He picked up a fire extinguisher and tried to stab her in the back. The auxiliary supervisor came for a moment.
The female school doctor with dark circles under her eyes smoothed her bangs, and as if she were a ghost descending from the earth, she kicked the people on the ground hard, "Tonight is already bad enough, can't you just calm down?"
"Why don't you leave quickly?" Shoko Ieiri put a cigarette in his mouth, sparks ignited, and the choking smell of tobacco rose.
She ran forward all the way. Shibuya, who had been ravaged by the curse spirits and curse masters, looked very decadent, and the howling night wind filled her mouth.
His white hair and dirty and torn high school uniform attracted the attention of many people around him.
Yayoi gasped and staggered on the streets of Shibuya, like a person who had lost his direction in a snowy day, running forward solely on instinct.
All the organs in the body seemed to be working overload, and the bones were moaning in pain.
She ran forward desperately and kept running.
The desire to see him grew like wild weeds.
Want to see him, want to see him.
"Yayoi."
The sudden sound was like a dream, and the painful protest of the lungs squeezed by the air stopped for an instant.
Yayoi turned around blankly. In the dark gray tones, the blue was like a starlight that suddenly lit up, bright enough to steal everyone's attention.
She stared at him stupidly for a long time, and he seemed stupid too. The two of them looked at each other's eyebrows from a few steps away.
She suddenly smiled, relieved, as satisfied as a little girl who got candy.
Her head felt dizzy, her vision changed drastically, and she was bumped into someone's chest. Her body suddenly flew into the air, and her knees were lifted up by someone.
Her cheek touched another person's cheek, and her body temperature continued to spread.
After a long while, he finally said, "Your body is so cold."
"The clothes are all ruined."
Yayoi hugged Satoru Gojo's neck and pressed her body against him.
"Hair..." He moved his lips.
"Doesn't the couple's hair color look good?" Yayoi smiled, holding his neck tighter.
Satoru Gojo said nothing, lowered his head and rubbed her forehead twice.
"I'm so sleepy." His eyelids suddenly became heavy, and sleepiness came over him like a tide.
"You take a nap and I'll take you home." Satoru Gojo said.
"But here..."
Yayoi held on to her eyelids to prevent them from falling.
"Elope." Satoru Gojo kissed her forehead.
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The author has something to say:
Thank you to the little angels for accompanying me for such a long time. The text is finished.
Brother Jie, daddy, their baby, hair problems, tiger problems, and many other things will be explained in the extra chapter, as well as in the future.
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