161 Extra: 21
Things in the shopping mall are like insignificant episodes, brief moments of relaxation in the busy schedule.
Except for the fact that the two Satoru Gojo almost came to blows after the incident, which left a deep shadow in the hearts of the four first-year students, and the strange way Noctua Masamichi looked at him, if I have to say it, it is always With a look in his eyes to prevent him from going out to commit crimes, he reminded him from time to time to abide by the law. We must be conscientious as human beings and cannot deceive ignorant girls. When he came to the house frequently, he thought he had done something bad outside to make their teacher so cautious. , everything is business as usual.
Satoru Gojo did not tell anyone about his secret contact with Suguru Geto, nor did he return the mobile phone that was returned from Suguru Geto to its original owner.
He stuffed the phone into the drawer of his desk, and occasionally put a stack of documents on it. By the time he tried to find the phone, the drawer was already full of documents.
Satoru Gojo rummaged through the drawer a few times, and finally took out all the documents inside.
The drawer was empty, no cell phone or files.
Meeting another person and his wife from another world seemed like a dream.
…
His life is still full of busy work.
After an interview with a close friend he hadn't seen for a long time, his life, which was originally filled with countless tasks, became even busier. He ran around to verify certain things, from worrying about Yigu to coveting him secretly. Suguru Geto's non-human creatures, and then from Hyakki Yakou to the Shibuya Incident.
He spent some effort to verify these things and made a special trip to Sendai for this purpose.
The slender branches were immersed in the honey-like sunshine. The playground of Shanze High School was illuminated by the sunshine, and the voices of boys and girls filled the air.
He stood in a corner where the sun didn't shine, and large tracts of shadow fell around his feet.
Satoru Gojo cast his eyes from afar on the playground. The ups and downs of the basketball, the soles of his shoes grazing against the rough ground, the boy in the red hoodie jumped up, his movements as sharp as the muscles all over his body collapsed, lifting his bones. The crackling little leopard.
Bang——
A perfect dunk, the basketball passed through the ball frame and fell down. The metal ball frame shook violently and the ball frame deformed on the spot.
The cheers that erupted from the boys on the playground were like a rolling tide in an instant. The boy who had determined the outcome with one strike was picked up and thrown into the sky by various hands.
The skylight was so dazzling that it made one's eyes dizzy. Pieces of clouds and mist rolled in the atmosphere, and a dazzling golden red appeared in the gaps in the clouds, like slender threads.
After finishing a football match, the boy hit the ground and ran non-stop towards the school gate. It didn't take long for him to disappear from sight. The speed of his rapid movement was breathtaking.
As dusk approached, the clear yellow sunlight fell to the ground, and Satoru Gojo put up the awning with his hands and let out an "Oh!"
With this physical quality, even a magician strengthened by magic power may not be able to catch up.
Is this what Suguru Geto said, the body specially prepared for the two-faced Su Nuo?
Satoru Gojo curled his lips. To be honest, he had a good impression of this child.
Satoru Gojo made some inquiries with people around him and found out that this child's name is Kozune Yuhito. He is a student in the junior high school of Sugizawa High School. He is very good at sports and is nicknamed "Tiger of Nishichu". He has an elderly grandfather at home and must do it every day. Got home at five o'clock.
"Hey, don't you have a sister?" Satoru Gojo frowned slightly.
"I remember that guy was an only child," said the boy who just played basketball with Hisuhito Kizumi.
Satoru Gojo's brows furrowed again.
An only child?...
Bright red fills the sky bit by bit, like a spreading red tide, and large shadows surge out from the corners of the buildings.
The setting sun at dusk is dazzling and dazzling. Bicycle bells are racing past, and the writing on the billboards hanging out at the convenience store is reflected in the setting sun.
Satoru Gojo took out his mobile phone and quickly started to call Ijichi. Ijichi, who started working overtime for no reason, went to the relevant department to retrieve the personnel file of Hishito Kizuna and sent it to Satoru Gojo's mobile phone.
An only begotten son, an only begotten son.
The eyelashes were lowered, and the thin silhouette fell into the eyes, and the vision became dim and unclear in the shaky sunset at dusk.
Satoru Gojo nonchalantly stuffed his cell phone into his trouser pocket, raised his head, and walked slowly along the path. When he passed by a flower shop, he bought a few sunflowers. The shop owner quickly tied them with ribbons into a delicate bouquet.
Satoru Gojo carried a bouquet and went to see Grandpa Hisato Hisashi's wish for medical treatment. He made some inquiries with the nurse at the nursing station and then went to the ward.
There was no one in the ward. The nurse said that the old man's grandson was here, and they went to do some exercise.
To be honest, he had only come into contact with some annoying and old-fashioned old immortals before, and the smell of decay almost overflowed from his loose skin. This was the first time he had seen such an energetic old man.
The nurse at the nursing station said that the old man had a serious illness some time ago. His grandson was worried and insisted on hospitalizing him. After the grandson and grandson had a big fight, the old man compromised. The old man who compromised in action did not compromise in spirit. , I never use the portable pager equipped in the ward to call the nurse, and basically do everything myself.
The old man's grandson goes to the hospital on time at five o'clock every day, and the tough-talking grandson and grandson stage a quarrel every day. After today's bickering ended, the old man took his grandson downstairs to box.
Satoru Gojo held the bouquet, and the setting sun slanted in through the glass window. The white bedding was stained with a gorgeous red like blood, and hoarse crows crowed and circled in the sky.
Through the glass window upstairs, he saw his grandson and grandson downstairs. The old man kicked his grandson in the head and said loudly, "I'm not smart to begin with" while raising his arms to block. "You're just saying hello to my head." The grandfather who said hello to his grandson's head didn't feel any guilt at all. He yelled back, "It's because your brain is not smart, so I want to try to see if I can be smarter." Grandson Shocked, he loudly asked, "Are you my grandfather?" The old man punched him again, "You are not my grandson, but who's grandson?" His voice was so loud and powerful that it could be heard in most of the hospital.
After a while, Satoru Gojo put the bouquet on the cabinet beside the bed, turned and left the ward.
The corridor was quiet, and the fine fallen leaves were swirling in the cool autumn wind. Satoru Gojo put his hands in the pockets of his coat and moved forward silently. His grandparents and grandchildren who had finished exercising passed him by, soaked in sweat. The clothes on the back.
His eyes touched the person who was shrouded in black clothes, and Hishito's steps paused. The other person passed him, without saying a word, and slowly walked towards the exit of the corridor, with large shadows falling behind him.
"What are you doing here?" The old man's angry voice echoed throughout the corridor.
The boy who reacted quickly followed him, "Come on, come on."
…
The shop window reflects the gray sky, and the warm light shines on the smooth glass window. The tiny snow dots look beautiful from the sky, like dandelions flying by the river in summer.
The sky was as quiet and soft as a cat shedding its hair, and the melting snow spots left a slightly cool touch on the palms of my hands.
He realized that this fall was over.
--winter is here.
The water stains left on his palms had dried up. Satoru Gojo put his hands into his pockets, took out the mobile phone inside and put it against his ears.
It has started to snow in Tokyo, and the corners of Aomori have been filled with snowflakes.
The bus parked at the station made a dull sound. The moment the door opened, cold air rushed into the carriage, and the mist condensed from the breath dissipated in the air.
The door of the bus closed slowly, a "chi" sound sounded in the sky, and the bus staggered towards the horizon.
In a town in Kitakami County, Aomori Prefecture, on the east side of Mount Hakkoda, the clouds floating in the sky are like torn cotton wool, and the pure white snow piles up on the top of the mountain, like a pale old man.
The branches that had lost all their leaves stretched out their claws toward the sky, and the slender branches were covered with plain white frost.
The branches tilted, and the snowflakes fell into the snow at the bottom of the tree with a snap.
The country roads are deserted and lonely, and occasionally white birds flying in the sky drop a few crisp bird calls.
Satoru Gojo put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly along the path.
A few black wires were pulled out from the clear blue sky. If you look closely, you can see that they are covered with white frost. The ice-covered river surface is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the pontoon bridge across the river.
Satoru Gojo saw the roof facing the snowflakes from a distance, and the torii gate standing under the sky.
He had read the weather forecast before coming here. It had been snowing in Aomori for several days in a row. The snow on the road had been piled up enough to bury people. Finally, we got a sunny day. The child who was let out looked like a little one who had been released from a cage. The bird ran out chasing its companions, and finally circled around Satoru Gojo. Satoru Gojo had his hands in his pockets, and his mood was not affected at all. He still had time to leisurely enjoy the clear sky after the heavy snow.
The footsteps finally stopped, and the children saw Satoru Gojo's eyes were bandaged, and his eyes were gradually lost in thought.
This is the age when people are most straightforward, and children at this age are also particularly naughty and mischievous.
"Are you blind?" The leading child pouted, his expression became arrogant, and his question was quite straightforward.
"What do you think?" Satoru Gojo raised his lips.
The boy who was asked the question choked up. The white-haired man's attitude was relaxed and leisurely. He didn't have the anger of the people he had teased in the past. In the past, the people he had teased could only look at the backs of him and his companions, and were helpless and furious behind their backs. , the obese bodies of middle-aged men simply outstrip the flexibility and agility of many of them.
The boy grinded his teeth, raised his chin, raised his head, and revealed a face with a mocking expression on others. He also made a face at Satoru Gojo, stuck out his tongue and told him, "You are a blind man."
Satoru Gojo sneered, with a caring expression on his face. He touched the top of the boy's hair, compared the boy's height with his hands, and found that the boy didn't even reach his waist.
"Short winter melon." The mean adult showed no mercy to the naughty child.
The boy who was laughed at for his height was so angry that he looked at the lazy white-haired man with gritted teeth. He then came up with a plan and raised his foot to kick the man's knee. Before his goal was achieved, But someone grabbed him by the collar.
The companions watched dumbfoundedly as the boy's feet were dangling in the air, and someone grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up.
The boy who was grabbed by the collar now knew that he had provoked someone he was not easy to mess with. His eyes rolled around a few times, and he opened his mouth and wanted to cry.
However, the second before he started to cry, the camera of his mobile phone was focused on his face. The man holding him by the collar showed an enthusiastic smile, and the corners of his lips were pulled apart, showing a happy expression.
"You cry and beg me, maybe I will consider putting you down~" The man prolonged the tone of the last note, his voice was sweet and nasty, "Come on, come on, cry, let me record it and continue to reflect on it later. "
The man's hand holding the phone raised a finger and pointed it on his lips. His face, which was not covered by the bandage, showed a thoughtful expression. He said as if talking to himself, "It's not interesting to watch alone. I have to Looking for someone else to watch together, who should I look for? I have quite a few acquaintances..."
The boy forcefully swallowed back the cry that was about to come out.
The two naughty children who were traveling with him showed expressions of disbelief. This man was completely different from the incompetent and angry adults they had seen in the past. He was so... so bad!
"Oh, don't look at me like that, I'm not in the mood to comfort a crying kid~" After the game was almost over, Satoru Gojo released his fingers from holding the naughty kid's back collar, and the naughty kid fell solidly on his butt. Dun'er got up from the ground holding his buttocks, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Wow." Satoru Gojo raised his phone's camera while saying, "Are you really crying? Come on, my phone's pixels are very good!"
His expression is flat and irritating, but he can just deal with the naughty kids in front of him.
The boy was so angry that his nose turned red and tears welled up in his eyes. However, he had no idea how to deal with the other party. He felt the incompetence and rage of the adults he had teased in the past.
The boy wiped the tears from his eyes and ran towards the town. The snowy road was very slippery and he almost fell down on the way.
The companions who were left behind looked at me and I looked at you, then looked at the smiling Satoru Gojo, swallowed, and ran after him.
Satoru Gojo sighed, young man, too young.
After the evil adult finished playing tricks on the child, he walked slowly towards the town with his long legs.
Entering the town, Satoru Gojo simply found a hotel in the town and stayed in it.
The flow of people in the countryside is no better than that in the noisy and bustling city of Tokyo, so the frequency of curse spirits breaking out is naturally much less, and the six eyes feel much more relaxed.
Satoru Gojo had the selfish intention of taking a short vacation after the mission.
This small town is far away from the prosperous city and has relatively backward facilities. In the corner of the hotel is an out-of-service old-fashioned electric fan. The old TV is like a heavy black box with slender wires protruding from the top of the box.
There is no heating in the hotel, and those who are afraid of the cold rely on the extra charcoal fire sold by the store to stay warm.
After checking in, Satoru Gojo turned around and met the silly kid at the entrance of the village in the corridor. This naughty kid ran away somewhere. His body was covered with fine snowflakes and his hair was dirty.
The naughty kid who met Satoru Gojo face to face was stunned. As a mature adult, Satoru Gojo showed a bright smile as steadily as an old dog.
The silly boy's expression seemed to be so angry that he was about to cry on the spot, but his mouth was blocked by the fierce aura of the mother who came to kill him from the opposite side.
As the saying goes, your mother has eaten more salt than you have eaten rice. The stupid kid who was about to run away was immediately grabbed by his ears by his mother.
The middle-aged and menopausal hotel proprietress stared at the dirty naughty boy, grabbed her son's ears, opened her mouth and scolded her like a machine gun, crackling, blah, blah, blah, Satoru Gojo was dumbfounded. For the first time, it really meant I met my mother during the battle.
After teaching her son a lesson, the hotel proprietress turned around, put on a normal smiling face, pressed the silly boy's head, bowed slightly and apologized to Satoru Gojo, "Mr., I made you laugh."
Satoru Gojo said calmly, "I understand, I understand. Children at this age are quite naughty and their parents are very responsible people."
The landlady was made happy by the considerate adult's mature speech.
The naughty kid was so angry that he was shaking all over.
Mature adult Satoru Gojo is steady and calm.
It snowed the night I checked into the hotel. When I got up in the morning, there was a thick layer of snow in the yard, and the plain white snowflakes were like pure white cotton wool.
After a simple breakfast, Satoru Gojo set off for the shrine in the town.
Satoru Gojo followed the route mentioned by the proprietress and found the shrine. The steps were covered with white snow, and the vermilion torii gate stood high in the sky.
After the snow, the paths paved with gravel were tightly paved, the gaps between the tiles were filled with snow, and thick snow piled up under the walls.
The snowflakes piled on the tiles fell down and smashed into the snowdrifts.
Satoru Gojo raised his head, the tiles piled on the wall moved, and a hand pulled up the wall.
Satoru Gojo raised his brows, but he didn't find anyone behind the wall.
The person who climbed up the wall was like a nimble cat. With a strong push of his arms, half of his body climbed up.
Fragments of sunlight fell from above the head, and the pupils couldn't stop shrinking.
Fluid red flows in the cracks of the tiles.
The wall-climber slowly climbed up the wall, and jumped down like a squirrel with nimble movements. The wide white sleeves of the miko's uniform were stained with fine snowflakes, and the crimson skirt brushed against the snowy ground.
The red hair fluttered like falling ribbons.
"Good morning." Before she could react, the person opposite showed her a bright smile, "Yayoi."
The person who was called blinked his eyes, stepped on the path covered with snowflakes with his bare feet, tilted his head, and his red hair fell like a waterfall.
"Good morning." The man standing barefoot on the road replied dumbly.
The author has something to say:
Little red hair: OuO
Gojo Cat: Hi, wife.
Brother Jie: I will kill my relatives today. (Shakingly, he took out his mobile phone and dialed the emergency numberjpg.)
Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution between 2022-06-29 19:51:26~2022-07-02 00:33:18~
Thanks to the little angels who threw the grenades: Liu Ying, 33, and 1 person;
Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: 2 Yun'an Centennials; 1 Gugu Jing;
Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 40 bottles of the changing seasons; 20 bottles of Snow; 10 bottles of Flower Effect and Lillie Give Me Courage; 6 bottles of glutinous rice balls; 5 bottles of Fengyu Yiyi and Drizzle; Jian Jia, Rose, and Yun 2 bottles of Anbainian and Shenlan; 1 bottle of saiiiiii, Mandrill Fish, Love Cat, and Tina;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
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