Chapter 146 Extra·Wu
White clouds and mist rolled in the atmosphere, like undulating waves.
Soft sunlight falls between the layers of branches and leaves, and when the mottled shadows fall down, they resemble the fluttering wings of a fluttering butterfly.
He stood on the bank of the river and looked at the other end of the river from a distance. The other end of the river was the past. This long river dragged out by a long time clearly separated him from his past.
The longer you live, the more you understand that the memory that can be stored in the human brain is limited. Many things have long been thrown on the other side of the river. The longer time goes by, the more blurry the things on the other side of the river bank become, and some even Long gone.
He remembered it as a very tender afternoon.
The sun fell warmly on the body, and the clothes on the body were warmed by the ironing. The light like broken gold leaked from the thick clouds and fell scattered on the ground.
He raised his head and stared at the sky with rolling clouds. The sunlight falling into his pupils was like a golden thread, twisting and curling in his blue pupils.
"My lord, it's time for you to go back." The attendant who had been standing beside him spoke cautiously.
He turned his head and his eyes fell on the attendant who had been standing beside him. The other person lowered his body, lowered his head, and lowered his eyes to the ground. He tried hard not to look at him. Although he was obviously two heads shorter than the other person, he still Can easily see the other person's back.
The broad sleeves were bulged by the wind, whirring as they vibrated.
He lowered his head slightly, his lowered eyelashes half-covering his blue pupils. A shallow silhouette fell under his eyes, and jagged spots of light filled the kimono painted with dragonflies.
The attendant did not wait for his answer for a long time. He carefully raised his eyes and saw those eyes. The canopy-like green tree shadows cast mottled tree shadows, and the blue pupils were silent in the endless flow of light and shadow. The overflowing light is almost magical, as if you can see into people's hearts at a glance.
The attendant who was caught off guard and looked at him flinched like a quail, and then hung his head heavily.
The sunlight seemed to be still, falling diagonally from the tiled wall.
He turned his head and walked away, the clogs under his feet making a crisp sound, leaving the attendant's shouts far behind him.
It was so noisy, the shouting.
It was so quiet that the other party didn't even dare to say a word to him.
It's so humble, this attitude.
People shouldn't be so humble.
As he was thinking this, there was a rustling sound above his head, and the fine frost and snow shook off, and when it fell on his face, there was a slight cool feeling.
The gorgeous cherry blossoms came into view, and the petite flowers squeezed together on the black branches formed a large splendid cloud.
The frost and snow accumulated at the bottom of the tree are like a soft white blanket, the blooming cherry blossoms are as soft as flowing clouds, and the shallow sunlight passes through the dense flowers like clouds and mist, falling to the ground.
He stood under the tree, looking up at these beautiful flowers, letting the light and shadow fall into his blue eyes.
The dark and slender branches trembled a few times, and the shaken frost and snow fell down.
The frost-like eyelashes were raised, and the pale blue pupils trembled slightly.
The sun fell slanting down, and the lush cherry blossoms were like a soft cloud. The cat-like creatures were wrapped in the soft clouds. The red hair winding down from the branches was like red hair hanging on the branches. Ribbon.
Fragments of light fell on the red hair, and the other person's face was buried in the shadows, curled up like a cat in the clouds of cherry blossoms, with soft sleeves hanging down.
The eyelids trembled slightly, and the creature lying in the snow-like cherry blossoms shrank into the shadows. A strand of red hair slipped from the branches and hung precariously under the branches.
He subconsciously stretched out his hand towards the strand of red satin-like hair. The hair that fell into his hand was so thin and soft that it made him feel a little itchy.
The white bird carried its elongated cry and slid across the washed blue sky, while the heavy cherry branches fluttered and dropped a rain of flowers like snowflakes.
The soft petals fluttered into his face, and the strand of red satin-like hair brushed against his cheek, and a faint fragrance floated in the air.
When he came back to his senses, his palms were already empty, the red ribbon-like hair disappeared without a trace, and the soft and smooth feeling remained in his palms.
The sky was clear and cloudless, and the golden sunlight fell all over the place.
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The setting sun spread across the soles of my feet, the telephone poles stretched out slender black shadows, and the sky seemed to be burning with a red fire.
The cherry blossoms reflected in the dusk fell fluttering like snowflakes.
The cherry blossoms clustered one by one, bending the branches heavily, and the old house seemed to be crowded with a group of graceful clouds.
The bicycle, dragging its ringing bell, disappeared from the street in a flash, and the beautiful sky pulled black wires one after another.
He turned around and saw a small red-haired cat standing on the horizon. She was carrying a schoolbag and wearing a school uniform. Her half-length red hair lay gently on her cheeks. She tilted her head and looked at him, like a confused cat. Son.
On a spring day when the winter snow melts, the red satin hanging from the cherry blossoms flashes in my mind.
The white mist is thick in the Japanese room, mixed with the sweet fragrance of red bean soup.
The slender eyelashes raised and fell, and mottled light and shadow fell on the young face that had not yet shed its baby fat.
"Have I seen you somewhere?" the fifteen-year-old said.
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The hazy skylight hangs in the distant sky, and ancient ropes hang down from the vermilion torii gates.
The ebony branches are covered with silvery white frost and snow, and the world after being covered by heavy snow is covered with silver, as if covered with a soft white blanket.
After a brief silence, he realized it was snowing.
In the overwhelming white, a little red suddenly appeared like a little cinnabar falling on the rice paper.
The gaps between the tiles stacked on the roof were filled with snow, the old cherry trees stretched their bare black branches towards the sky, and the thin sunlight penetrated the thick clouds and fell diagonally.
It wasn't snowing heavily, and the snow on the ground barely covered the top of my feet.
Short and small, she stood with her bare feet in the plain white courtyard. Her wide white cuffs almost hung down to the snow, and her skin was almost transparent in the sun.
Amber eyes stared blankly at the top of the branched cherry tree, as if he could not feel the indifference of the snowflakes at all, standing barefoot and thin.
He was stunned for a moment, and the breath he exhaled turned into white mist in the air.
A handful of snow slipped from the slender branches and smashed into the snow at the bottom of the tree.
After a brief silence passed, he stepped forward with his long legs, crossed the vast snowy ground at a speed of three steps faster than others, and stopped in front of the red-haired dumpling under the cherry tree.
The white snow cast a tall shadow. The little red-haired girl in the snow raised her head blankly and saw the person standing in front of her.
The silver-white hair curls up with light golden sunlight, and the blue eyes are like the boundless sky, overlooking all living things.
Very high, very high.
Even the shadow is much taller than others.
She tilted her head.
He smiled, his pale blue eyes also curved, and he bent down to pick her up from the snow.
"Are you cold?" The man's voice sounded in her ears as his warm cheek pressed against hers.
She is very small, he is very tall, very big, she is like a domestic cat being held in the arms of its owner, the small one is nestled in his arms, the other hand is holding her knee, and the other hand is holding her knee. Putting it on the top of her hair, she was almost sitting on his arm.
She shook her head blankly, her amber eyes were like inorganic glass, reflecting the clear brilliance when the sunlight fell in.
He looked at her, tilting his head to think, and his eyes paused on her face for a long time. In the courtyard covered with white snow, after a long silence passed, he hugged her a little tighter and placed his chin on the top of her hair. He rubbed it twice, as if to warm her up, even though she was already hot.
Holding the person in his arms, he raised his long legs and walked all the way to the eaves of the courtyard. He sat down on the floor and unzipped his black uniform, revealing a section of his white neck that had not been exposed to light all year round.
Then he stuffed the red-haired dumpling in his arms.
The black uniform is loose-fitting, and after stuffing a small red-haired dumpling into it, it will inevitably bulge.
He touched the red-haired dumpling's cheek and seemed to be finally satisfied, "This will stop the cold."
She sat on his lap, her eyes falling blankly on the face that was smiling from beginning to end, and the smile on her face was so full of energy that it seemed like it was about to fly.
Her head rested on his shoulder, and his arms felt like a furnace was burning. Her whole body was pressed against his body, and her body temperature kept flowing through her thin underwear.
She buried her face in his chest, and could hear the beating sounds of the organs inside through his chest. She felt the warm body temperature and the flow of blood. The warmth was so vivid that she didn't want to leave.
"Where are you from?" She tilted her head and spoke slowly.
The child's voice has an immature air.
He thought about it, seemingly very seriously for a while, and she waited very patiently for a while. After a while, he answered her question seriously.
"I'm from the country of cats." He smiled, and the bright sunlight fell into his blue eyes, like a sunny day chasing the sky with drifting clouds.
"Cat country?" She tilted her head, her satin-like red hair sliding down her cheeks, "Are there many cats?"
"There are so many." He raised his eyebrows, "There are black and white ones, big orange calico cats."
"I am the cutest big white cat." He smiled so hard that his eyebrows seemed to be raised.
She lowered her head, and the expression on her face became serious. He held his chin, tilted his head and looked at her thinking seriously.
"Can I touch your hair?" Her expression was very serious.
"Okay." He squinted his eyes, and his pale blue pupils were so magnificent that they seemed to have shrunk the aurora that filled the sky.
She hesitated for a moment, then raised her hand that was covered in clothes and straightened her back. He also cooperated by lowering his head and letting her touch it.
She carefully touched her beautiful hair, which was silver-white and soft. There were a few strands of hair restlessly protruding from the ends, and when they swept over her skin, she felt a slight itch.
Very soft and comfortable.
Very warm too.
She blinked.
"I only allow you to touch it." He said with a smile, "This is your only privilege."
She reluctantly touched his hair a few more times, tilted her head and asked in confusion, "Why?"
"Because you are the cutest little red haired girl." He said softly.
She blinked, and her pale blue eyes came into her sight. They were so bright and smooth that the person who looked at him was addicted to these eyes. After a long time, she blinked.
The golden sunlight separated from the clouds and mist that filled the sky, and splashed down onto the floor. The paper hanging under the wind chime swayed and swirled.
The snow covering the ground sparkled as if there were bits and pieces of gold buried underneath.
A warm feeling fermented in the air.
"Want to raise it high?" he laughed.
"Raise it high?" She tilted her head.
Her cognition and vocabulary are very limited, and she can only make the simplest verbal communication. She has not yet been exposed to things and vocabulary like lifting high.
This cat that suddenly broke in and claimed to be the cutest big white cat in the world was not within the scope of her knowledge. He was also different from the wild cats she had seen and had broken in before. He had no ears or tail. But in fact, he was indeed the most beautiful person she had ever seen.
"Yes, childhood is incomplete without lifting heights." He said.
In fact, he didn't talk about Gao Gao in his childhood. This was just what he heard from others.
But if you are a child, you might like to lift it high.
He took off his coat, wrapped her tightly in the black uniform, and lifted her up high by her armpits.
It was the first time she experienced such a high altitude. The red-haired dumpling blinked her eyes. The slightly cool air passed through her respiratory tract and reached her lungs. Her whole body felt much clearer. Her eyes widened at the sudden broadening of her field of vision.
She hugged the white cat's neck tightly and lay on his shoulder. Under the skin on the side of the neck were arteries with blood flowing. She was like a squirrel with its tail curled up, completely covering its fatal vitals.
There was a warm feeling in my heart.
"It's so warm." She hugged his neck, her whole body tightly wrapped in a black uniform, and her warm breath fell into his neck.
He smiled softly and placed his gentle palm on the top of her hair.
"Will you come again?" She asked suddenly as her fingers subconsciously tightened the fabric of the oversized cuffs.
She didn't say goodbye, but she thought he would leave.
The big white cat smiled and said, "I won't come here anymore."
The red-haired dumpling was stunned, a sour feeling spread in his heart, and his heart tightened unconsciously.
"In the distant future, we will meet somewhere else." He said softly.
The pale blue is close at hand, as if it is rippling with clear blue waves.
"You will grow up and become the best little redhead in the world." He rolled his eyes.
In a daze, she seemed to hear the sound of the ancient ocean tides, and the gulls with loud voices rose and fell in the ebb and flow of the tide.
"Where?" she asked.
Where are the other places?
"Secret." He smiled again.
She found that he seemed to like to laugh. During the short time they met, there was always a smile on his lips.
"You will become a very good person." He said.
"You are also a very good cat." She imitated his words.
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Time passes slowly, and even the wind has a slow and lazy feeling.
The crimson flowers bloomed like clouds and mist, bending the branches heavily. The sunlight passed through the transparent glass window, slanted across the window sill, and fell on the soles of the feet.
The spring sunshine is lazy and gentle, with an intoxicating hint of drunkenness.
Satoru Gojo realized that he seemed to have dozed off.
There was an extra blanket on his body. He moved his shoulders, and the blanket slipped from his shoulders to his waist. He took his hand out of his pocket and looked at the time. Only twenty minutes had passed.
Satoru Gojo looked down at the blanket on his body. He seemed to be sleeping on the sofa. The blanket on his body was filled with a sweet citrus smell. Yayoi should have covered him.
The tip of his nose moved, and he smelled a sweet smell of sugar water.
Turning his head, he looked through the sofa, vase, TV, and sink, and saw his wife wearing an apron on the stove, with her long hair simply tied up.
Gojo the big cat got out of the blanket and walked quietly into the kitchen.
——Cat attack!
The big white cat lay sticky on my wife's body and rubbed against her neck.
"It smells so good, Yayoi~" The big white cat purred with its lips close to her ear, its breath densely covering the ear.
"It will be ready in a moment." Yayoi turned the spoon in the soup pot.
White water mist rises, and the soft boiled red beans exude a sweet fragrance.
The big cat holding his wife's waist paused, his eyes brightening a lot, "Red bean rice cake soup?"
"This is the perfect time to eat." Yayoi rolled his eyes.
The soup in the soup pot was gurgling, and the white mist was filled with heat. The corners of Satoru Gojo's lips curled up unconsciously.
——You have indeed become a very good person.
--For me.
The cell phone in his pocket vibrated, and Satoru Gojo's eyes paused. He reluctantly let go of one hand and slowly took out the cell phone from his pocket.
Yayoi stirred the spoon in his hand and didn't hear Satoru Gojo's voice for a long time. Looking back, he found that his eyes seemed to be glued to the screen of his mobile phone, and even his expression was a bit silly.
"What's wrong?" Yayoi paused in his hand.
She stood on tiptoes, tilted her head and looked at Satoru Gojo's cell phone, the inspection report sent by Shoko Ieiri.
Since the fight with Liang Miansu Nuo, Yayoi followed the doctor's orders and went to Shoko Ieiri for regular check-ups. The person in the entire high school who knows her health best is probably the female school doctor.
She took the time to go to Shoko Ieiri's infirmary this morning. After the examination, she thought that Satoru Gojo was going home from a business trip today, so she hurried home without even having time to read the examination report.
She tilted her head and glanced at the screen of Satoru Gojo's phone, the message from Shoko Ieiri.
——Your wife seems to be pregnant.
A few simple words shocked this cat.
Then another message popped up on the chat page.
——You'd better take your wife to the obstetrics and gynecology department of a serious hospital for a check-up. I'm not a serious doctor.
Noroko's debut as a reversal spell user in the world of magic is added.
Yayoi was holding a spoon and Satoru Gojo was staring at the phone screen. Both of them seemed stunned. The first person to react after a while was Satoru Gojo. He actually remembered to turn off the gas stove, picked up his wife and spread his long legs. Just run outside.
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Shoko: ...Fuck.
Gojo Cat: Being in the Infinite Empty Place jpg.
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