157 Extra: Shi Lu
In the early morning, large haze-like blue swaths bloomed in the sky.
The world is quiet, and a faint mist covers the mountains lying on the horizon. The golden sunlight passes through the hazy mist, overflowing from the gaps in the layers of branches and leaves, like golden strands.
The crisp chirping of birds pierced the last remaining loneliness of the night.
Her consciousness slowly awakened from the soft haze. She subconsciously reached out and touched her side, but found nothing.
The dazed consciousness suddenly awakened. Yayoi slowly sat up from the soft quilt. His red hair slipped out from the soft neck and fell along his chest to his knees.
The soft ends of her hair make her knees itch, the branches and leaves outside the shoji door are soaked in a soft golden color, and the clear and warm morning light slowly flows through the window sill.
The fat sparrow lying on the window sill jumped twice, with his dark eyes open and his head tilted to look at the person in the bed in a daze.
Fine dust particles fluttered in the light belt, and sparrows trampled on the windows and doors.
She slept alone last night.
She spent less time sleeping alone than before.
Somewhat unaccustomed to it.
Yayoi yawned, lifted the quilt, and found a hair tie in the drawer. Her red hair was pulled into a bun and fixed with a few twists of the hair tie. The loose ponytail fell from her shoulders to her thighs.
Yayoi noticed that her hair seemed to have grown longer again.
She couldn't remember the last time she had her hair cut. She only remembered that when she said she wanted to cut her hair, Satoru Gojo was playing with her hair. The red hair was like red silk thread wrapped around her fair and slender fingertips. Wrap and tighten in circles.
It was a hot midsummer day. The heat wave rolling on the asphalt road was so hot that it could fry an egg. The noisy cicadas chirped. What was even more unfortunate was that the air conditioner was broken. Yayoi felt that he was almost cooked. Satoru Gojo As if it didn't know how hot it was, it stuck to her body in a sticky way.
She sat on Satoru Gojo's lap, with Satoru Gojo's chest pressed against her back. Satoru Gojo had one arm around her waist and the other hand was playing with her hair. A steady stream of warmth flowed from her. The close contact between the two people flooded into the body, and the cicadas chirped in the hot air. Even the cat hid in the shade of the tree and refused to come out. He had no intention of letting go - whether it was the hand playing with his hair or the hand that played with his hair. The elbow wrapped around her waist.
The lush green branches and leaves cast off the mottled tree shadows, and the wind blowing over the skin exuded a hint of coolness.
"Do you really want to cut your hair?" The soft red hair tail sticks to the palm of your hand, like a beautiful red goldfish tail for a summer festival.
Satoru Gojo has been playing for a long time and has no intention of letting go.
Yayoi pulled her hair, trying to pull it back, but Satoru Gojo had no intention of letting go. She could let him go. There would always be a time when she got tired of playing and let go, so she could just take it back at that time.
"If your hair is too long, it will be inconvenient at work and in life." Yayoi said.
The skin on the back of the neck secreted a thin layer of sweat, and the hair soaked by the sweat was soaked and stuck tightly to it.
Satoru Gojo paused, looking a little frustrated. He rubbed the soft red hair in his hand a few times with his fingers and blinked, "Can you not cut it off?"
Yayoi: "If your hair is cut, it will grow back."
"Yayoi is so cruel~" The red hair was lifted up, like a mountain spring pouring down from a high place. Satoru Gojo kissed the lifted red hair, and the light in his blue eyes was so bright that it dazzled the eyes. , "Gotta cut off such beautiful red hair."
Yayoi pulled her hair, but didn't pull it back. Satoru Gojo directly took her hair into his mouth. The red hair was close to the soft lips, and you could vaguely see the water between the lips and teeth. On the tip of his tongue, Yayoi had never felt that his hair was so red that it burned his eyes, and his cheeks were also burned.
"Stop playing around and give me your hair quickly." Yayoi pulled the hair in his mouth, but did not dare to use too much force for fear of hurting his lips.
"Don't cut it off." The man blinked his gorgeous blue eyes like a cat's pupils and rubbed them over in a sticky manner. His voice was also sticky, making people think of sweet syrup. "Don't cut your hair, okay?" ?”
The warm breath penetrated into the ears, and the deliberately lowered voice was like a hypnotic spell.
Yayoi pursed her lips, suppressed the vibrato, and tried to keep her voice calm, "I won't cut it anymore, please let go of my hair."
After getting a satisfactory result, Bai Maomao smiled with crooked eyebrows, and the bangs lying on his forehead cast tiny shadows in his pupils.
"don't want."
Satoru Gojo went to great lengths to wrap his long red hair around his hand several times, and then around Yayoi's hand several times. Their hands were entangled with the red hair.
Satoru Gojo's hand was several times bigger than Yayoi's hand, and he could easily wrap Yayoi's hand in his palm.
"Such beautiful hair, I can't bear to let go~" The big white cat with squinting eyes rubbed against his wife's cheek.
Yayoi was numb and allowed him to play with her hair.
She didn't understand what fun there was in hair. Satoru Gojo was playing with it for a long time and braided several braids for her. He braided and braided her hair again and finally braided her hair into fishbone braids. The tail looks like a beautiful fish tail.
Yayoi paused and glanced down at her loose ponytail. Her smile was like spring snow melting under the sun, slowly emerging. Satoru Gojo was even more enthusiastic about taking care of her red hair than she was, and he also liked doing it very much. her hair.
After washing up, Yayoi found that there was not much left in the refrigerator. There were only a few eggs and a bag of noodles left in the refrigerator.
After having a simple breakfast with a bowl of poached egg noodles, Yayoi tidied himself up briefly and planned to go out to buy some food to fill the refrigerator.
On the way, they met Suguru Geto who was about to go out, and the two of them were stunned.
Suguru Geto paused, a warm smile appeared on his face, "Do you want to go out?"
Yayoi nodded, "Go to the supermarket."
The two people stood at the gate of Panxing Sect. They were going in two completely different directions. Curly dead leaves were scattered on the flat steps.
Suguru Geto was silent for a moment, and after a moment, he solemnly warned her, "Be careful with Satoru Gojo when you go out recently."
Yayoi:? ? ?
The red terry-toned eyes were confused.
Suguru Geto: “It’s not your husband, it’s this one on my side.”
Hongmao tilted his head, but Naoren'er didn't realize what Suguru Geto was talking about, "Why should you be careful?"
Suguru Geto subconsciously raised his head and covered his face. He finally understood that this red-haired man was not only a natural idiot, but also not very smart. Nian Fang's 30+ Satoru Gojo didn't tell him how he got out of singlehood, but Even if Yayoi didn't say how they got married, Suguru Geto felt that it would not be a normal proposal process.
"Think about it, what he has done recently." Suguru Geto was sincere and persuasive.
The red hair thought for a moment, and after a moment his amber cat eyes widened.
Suguru Geto breathed a sigh of relief.
"I paid him back." Yayoi said seriously.
Suguru Geto: "..."
Suguru Geto's eyes twitched, "The best thing about him is money."
The Gojo family has a history of a thousand years, and the wealth accumulated over a long period of time is definitely beyond the imagination of a spellcaster from an ordinary family. If there are no big surprises, the six generations of magicians who have inherited unlimited spells have Eyes will be the representative of the Gojo family. Rounding it off, all the Gojo family's money belongs to Satoru Gojo.
Furthermore, the salary of a spellcaster is generous. The higher the level of the spellcaster, the richer the salary. Because he carries a special-level cursed spirit with him, Yigu Youtai is rated as a special-level spellcaster, but in the final analysis, he is still immature. , and rashly asking him to perform the task of a super-level magician would be tantamount to killing him. Another super-level magician, Jiujiu Yuji, has been wandering overseas all year round, and he is not like the top brass at all.
Satoru Gojo is currently the only special-level magician in the magic world who can work normally.
Lack of money was the strangest thing that happened to him.
"Then why is he looking for me?" Yayoi's expression was blank.
She doesn't owe the Satoru Gojo of this world any money, and the Satoru Gojo of this world doesn't have much in common with her, so she can't figure it out.
Red hair: Kodak Duck holds his head in confusion jpg.
Suguru Geto covered his face with a heavy heart. For a moment, he felt that this matter did not make sense.
In his opinion, "Satoru Gojo"'s divorce is unjust, but it is undeniable that in the information "Satoru Gojo" said, there are too many factors that can affect the future of the conjurer, the past, the future, Everything that the person who coveted the "Spell Spiritual Art" did in the past has been paving the way for the future, a future of chaos and a return to the peaceful and prosperous age of curses.
He hates ignorant monkeys without magic from the bottom of his heart. The life and death of ordinary people has nothing to do with him, but if this future will affect magicians, that is another matter. He and Satoru Gojo have different philosophies, but he knows from the bottom of his heart that For more than ten years, the world of magic has been calm, and the dark tide that secretly wants to stir up has been forced to restrain itself. More than half of the reasons are because of fear of Satoru Gojo.
If Satoru Gojo is really captured, then, not to mention the whole world, the Japanese magic world will be in chaos. Magicians will curse each other and kill ordinary people who have no ability to resist.
After weighing the pros and cons, he decided to go to Satoru Gojo. Empty words were not convincing, so he borrowed Yayoi's mobile phone. The family photo of the Gojo family on the screen saver would be a little more convincing, and the two of them had also fought. The meeting, and the information Tian Yuan revealed to Yayoi.
The result was better than he imagined, and Satoru Gojo chose to trust him.
But Satoru Gojo, who took Yayoi's mobile phone, refused to return it.
Suguru Geto: "...I'm warning you, don't mess around."
He really didn't want to see two Satoru Gojos fighting, just thinking about it would be hell on earth.
"Give me your phone back." Suguru Geto said with a straight face.
Satoru Gojo, who took the phone but refused to return it, winked playfully, looking as careless as ever. He said he was trying to cause trouble, "This is "my" wife's phone. I don't see anything unreasonable. of. "
The way she fiddles with her cell phone is like a housewife checking whether her husband has been seduced by an unknown goblin.
Suguru Geto's eyes twitched crazily, thinking of "Satoru Gojo" who was working as a househusband in the Panxing Sect these days.
Satoru Gojo slid his finger on the screen saver twice, and found that there was a password. He tried the password several times, but failed to get it right, so he shook the phone screen towards Suguru Geto, "What's the password?"
Suguru Geto's face was full of black lines, he stuffed a banknote under the coffee mat, stood up and left decisively, leaving Satoru Gojo behind, his mouth chattering like honey.
His intuition told him that if the two Satoru Gojos really fought, he and his Panxing Cult would also be in trouble.
Yayoi who doesn't use spells and spells is the blind spot of Rokugan. He can't guarantee it for others. But when it comes to Yayoi, Suguru Geto thinks that there is more than 50% chance that Yayoi will slip away from Satoru Gojo. , but the premise that this possibility exceeds 50% is that she must be smarter.
If you think about it this way, it means there is none.
Indescribable fatigue flooded his brain, and Suguru Geto waved his hand towards Yayoi, "Anyway, as long as you see him hiding away, that's it."
Yayoi said dumbly, and Suguru Geto felt even more tired. Seeing Yayoi go out, an ominous premonition came to his heart. Why did he feel that telling Yayoi not to go out today was the most correct choice.
The supermarket is a bit empty at seven in the morning.
The wheels of the shopping cart slid across the floor, and the lights hanging overhead fell to the ground, shining brightly on the smooth and flat floor.
Yayoi threw two boxes of curry in, along with chicken and carrots.
Satoru Gojo likes sweet food and planned to eat sukiyaki pot for dinner. The direction turned and the wheels turned gurglingly.
After buying everything he wanted, Yayoi pushed the shopping cart to the checkout counter and left the supermarket carrying a heavy shopping bag.
The sun has risen very high, and the crowds of people on the streets have begun to gather. Office workers carrying briefcases hurriedly caught up with the bus, and the rickety bus slowly moved away along the road.
The phone in his pocket shook twice. Yayoi took it out and clicked on the screen to find Satoru Gojo.
--I'll be back soon.
Yayoi pursed her lips and slightly curved the corners of her mouth.
——I have lunch ready for you to come back.
The stretched car horn echoed under the city sky. The sky was very blue, very high, and very far away. Birds flew across the sky in twos and threes, and their white bird feathers were dyed a light gold by the sun.
Yayoi raised her head and spotted a shop on the street. The name of the shop was a bit familiar. After a moment, she remembered that this was a cake shop that was very popular in 202■.
It had just opened at this time, and there were many similar shops nearby. The reputation of this cake shop had not yet spread, and customers did not have the impression that it was overcrowded. After the reputation of this cake shop became popular, the cakes of this cake shop were sold in limited quantities every day. Once it's sold out, it's gone, and you may not be able to buy it if you have money.
Yayoi remembered that her two cats liked the cakes in this shop very much, so she entered the cake shop without thinking much.
The automatic door slid open, and after ordering, she chose a seat by the window and sat down. The gentle autumn sun passed through the glass window and fell on the table. A purple flower hung from the vase on the table, wrapped in slender stems. Covered with a layer of fine fuzz.
"welcome."
The automatic door slid open again.
Yayoi's eyes trembled for a few times, and his attention was drawn to the door. His eyes fell on the visitor's silver hair soaked in the honey-like sunshine. His outstanding height and facial features were the focus wherever he placed them.
The other party's eyes were covered with bandages and he was wearing a black high-jacket uniform.
The words Suguru Geto said before going out instinctively echoed in his brain.
——Be careful of Satoru Gojo when you go out recently.
——It’s not your husband, it’s this one on my side.
Yayoi: "..."
What are you afraid of?
In short, this is definitely not her husband. Since arriving here, her husband has never worn the uniform of a high school. As for the bandage, he has not used it for a long time. After Mutsuki was born, he would choose to wear sunglasses most of the time. Let your image of a good looking guy be ingrained in your daughter's mind.
"Welcome, what do you need?" The waitress at the cashier said with a gentle smile.
The other party's eyes turned sideways, and after a moment, his attention returned to the menu.
Yayoi held up a leaflet placed on the table. The leaflet was large and could be unfolded just enough to cover her face.
Yayoi breathed a sigh of relief and thanked the advertising designer who designed this flyer from the bottom of his heart.
After making sure that no one was staring at him nearby, Hongmao held up the flyer in his hand and carefully looked at the checkout counter to make sure that the other party had left.
"Why are you so nervous?" The sound of sipping milk tea came.
"Geto told me to be careful when I go out recently." Yayoi replied subconsciously.
"Be careful of Satoru Gojo?" The other party made a 'tsk' sound and continued to sip the milk tea.
"Yeah." Yayoi nodded while holding up the flyer.
"Satoru Gojo is fierce?" the other party asked.
"Not bad." Yayoi tilted his neck and looked at the cashier.
"Then he looks fierce?" the other party asked.
"It's not fierce, it's very good-looking." Yayoi said this without thinking, and added at the end, "Very good-looking."
Her big cat is the most beautiful cat.
"Then why are you hiding from him?" The other party paused, and after a moment there was a series of sniffing sounds, "You don't owe him any money."
Yayoi: "..."
The figure was no longer at the checkout counter, nor was his shadow at the door.
Yayoi breathed a sigh of relief and reacted.
Hey, I don’t owe him any money, so why are I hiding from him?
"You're right, I don't owe him any money, so I won't hide next time." Yayoi thought it made sense and slowly put down the flyer in his hand.
People can't be timid in life.
When the flyer was put down, the person sitting opposite sipping milk tea raised the corners of his lips and showed a bright smile. The warm sunshine curled up on his silver-white hair and said, "Good morning."
The sky was so bright that it dazzled the eyes. The automatic door at the door slid open and closed, and customers entered and exited the store.
The other person was sitting on the chair opposite her, sipping a cup of milk tea with a smile. Yayoi could even smell the faint fragrance of milk.
Yayoi: "..."
She wanted to run now.
"Hey, don't run away every time." Twenty-seven-year-old Satoru Gojo's voice sounded aggrieved, "It's still Satoru Gojo after all."
Yayoi swallowed and shrank her legs under the table.
The sunlight spreads out in circles on the bright red hair, and the soft skin is so white that it dazzles the eyes.
Satoru Gojo held his chin, and the sound of sucking sounded in the air. After a moment, he took off the bandage on his eyes.
Yayoi paused, "What are you doing taking off the bandage?"
"The weather is a bit hot." Satoru Gojo said calmly.
Yayoi: "...It's autumn now."
"I exercise a lot. I just finished my mission today." Satoru Gojo stuffed the removed bandage into his trouser pocket, took out his sunglasses and hung them on the bridge of his nose.
After he finished sucking the tea milk, Satoru Gojo began to suck the pearls from the cup. His eyes fell on the person sitting opposite him through his sunglasses. His thin and slender shoulders, and his skin soaked in the sun were almost transparent. The most eye-catching thing was the red. hair.
For no reason, she felt like a cat, a cat that could smash a car with its bare hands.
Satoru Gojo lowered his eyes, thoughts running through his complex brain.
After taking Suguru Geto's phone away from her, he went back and fiddled with it for a while. He guessed several numbers back and forth but failed to get it right. Finally, he entered his birthday in a messy manner.
correct.
After unlocking the screen with a curious attitude, he clicked on the photo album. The photos of "him" and his daughter took up half of the album. The daughter, who was just born, rolled herself into a ball like a little kitten and was led by "him" to learn. Walking daughter, parent-child sports meeting in kindergarten.
The little girl in the photo album has eyebrows and eyebrows similar to his, eyes exactly like his mother's, and her expression is also similar to his mother's.
Even through the photo, he could guess who she was.
This is "his" child.
I feel a little weird for no reason.
Satoru Gojo will also have children, Satoru Gojo will also have a wife, and Satoru Gojo will also have a "family".
"I really like you. "Satoru Gojo twirled the pearls in the paper cup, looked at Yayoi, and said without any clue.
Yayoi was stunned.
Satoru Gojo smiled softly, "I'm talking about the one at your house."
"Everyone is Satoru Gojo~" Satoru Gojo held his chin and extended his voice.
Getting married, having children, starting a family, these things that ordinary people take for granted have long been ignored unconsciously. For him, being alone is normal. He will not leave people he doesn't care about by his side, nor will he lose sight of them. There will be no unnecessary glances from people who don't care.
Doing that kind of thing for no reason is no different from cursing the other person.
Satoru Gojo held his chin as the fragments of photos flashed through his mind.
But... isn't loving her also a curse?
Love is the most twisted curse.
Will marry a woman and let her give birth to "my" child.
The other "me" also likes her more than I thought.
Satoru Gojo touched his chin. This feeling was very magical, especially when he saw those scattered photos. The little white fur in the photos was as soft as a kitten. The appearance of his parents told him that , whose child she is, her parents love her very much, and her family is very happy. In a corner of my heart, a feeling of softness and warmth rose up silently, like clouds warmed by the sun.
Yayoi slightly curved her eyebrows, and a light golden sun dyed the tips of her eyebrows.
Satoru Gojo paused, chewing the pearls in his mouth with bulging cheeks, and muttered, "I seem to understand why "I" like you so much. "
Another meaningless sentence.
"Thank you, thank you?" Yayoi tilted his head.
Satoru Gojo couldn't help but laugh. He reached out and touched the top of her hair. He gently rubbed the hair a few times with his palm. The hair was soft and warm, just like the sun falling on her skin in spring.
Yayoi let him touch her and opened her mouth, "You don't know me." "
Satoru Gojo retracted his hand and said calmly, "After all, I have never been in trouble."
A sour feeling spread inexplicably from the bottom of my heart.
"Then will you be lonely?" When she came to her senses, she subconsciously said this, and it was too late to shut up.
He didn't answer, just smiled and told her, "I am the strongest."
While he was talking, the waiter brought the packaged cake to the table. The ribbon on the cake box was tied into a beautiful bow. In the transparent box, the layers of cream smeared on the cake were as bright as cherry branches. snowflakes on.
Satoru Gojo smiled, "Did I take the cake? It's an apology."
Yayoi tilted his head, not understanding what the apology was about.
"This is the first time I've been rejected." Satoru Gojo smacked his lips, "I finally wanted an assistant coach."
The white cat opened its eyes and looked at her aggrievedly.
Yayoi relented, "I'll give it to you."
The white cat curled her lips, took the cake and left with satisfaction.
"Then, let's meet again when we have the chance." Satoru Gojo held the cake in one hand and waved to her.
The automatic door slid open and closed. The silver-haired man straightened his back and turned around, his back disappearing into the honey-like sunshine of autumn.
Yayoi sat on the table. It wasn't until the other person's black back disappeared from sight that the consciousness of the deep world returned to his brain.
His eyes fell on the table. The purple flowers in the vase were hanging down, and the leaflet placed on the table was a little wrinkled.
Warm breath fell on his forehead. Yayoi raised his head and his eyes met the dazzling blue eyes.
Yayoi blinked.
"Miss me?" Her husband narrowed his bright cat eyes.
The other person stood in front of her, bent over like a big cat with its head lowered.
Yayoi smiled, stretched out her hand and hugged his neck, rubbed it, and closed her eyes to feel the body temperature from where the skin was touching, "I want it, I want it very much."
The person whose neck she hugged narrowed his eyes and breathed softly.
"Are you lonely?" Yayoi whispered against his ear.
"No." Satoru Gojo said.
Yayoi rolled his eyes, "That's great."
The waiter at the cashier looked at the two people stuck together and felt a toothache for no reason.
The two people who were stuck together finally had enough. Satoru Gojo said he wanted to eat cake. Yayoi paused for a moment. Satoru Gojo felt that his wife's expression was a little guilty. Pika Pika blinked Kazilan's big eyes, trying to reveal the truth with her beauty.
Yayoi slapped him in the face and looked away guiltily, "I'll buy you a cake."
Satoru Gojo: "..."
He always felt that his wife was hiding something from him.
Bai Maomao stared at his wife standing in front of the cashier for a while, then his eyes fell on the empty milk tea cup on the table.
Satoru Gojo: "..."
who is it? Who hooked up with his wife? ! !
The author has something to say:
Satoru Gojo: Have you seen this cake? It was yours just now, now it's mine!
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