[Curse Return] How can a sorcerer not be crazy?

It was probably a winter day.

Fushiguro Shijiro sat on a fabric sofa covered with soft woolen fabric. The coffee table in front of him was filled with a rich variety of fruit snacks, as well as various delicious candies and desserts. It was a sumptuous arrangement that should only be seen on festivals.

He grabbed an octopus doll beside him, and the soft and elastic touch made him relax a little. There was no doubt that this must be a dream.

It was impossible to have such a peaceful and comfortable life in the Zenin family. And since he rebelled against the Zenin family, met Hui's mother and got married, the home layout they lived in was not like this.

After Hui's mother died, he felt that his life was boring. How could a person like him who had been expected nothing since childhood expect to live a happy and peaceful life?

Just live your life casually, taking murder commissions, gambling, or being a gigolo among all kinds of women.

In short, he has decided not to respect others or himself anymore.

But speaking of Hui...what about that little brat? He's only 2 years old now, and he's not even in his sight?

Fushiguro Shigeki stood up subconsciously, but quickly came to his senses. It was all a dream anyway, and the little devil didn't necessarily have to appear.

Outside the window, large and dense snowflakes were falling, fluttering like goose feathers, and the whole world seemed to be covered with heavy snow.

There seemed to be no one else in the house, but the old record player was still playing melodious songs from the 6s and 70s.

The interior decoration and furnishings are all in warm colors, and the crackling sound of the burning firewood in the fireplace is enough to show that the owner of this house is very interested in life.

Fushiguro Shige became interested. This was not the home of the woman he married into, Fushiguro Akemi. Could this be the place he imagined he would live after retirement?

Soon, he heard the roar of a car engine, and a black tank vehicle was approaching the house from a distance.

After a while, two figures, one big and two small, got off the car. The two little guys tried to help the woman who just got off the car share the plastic bag of the small bag. It looked like they had just come back from a big shopping trip at the supermarket.

Fushiguro Shigeo narrowed his eyes. The absolute heaven and curse gave him excellent eyesight. That woman was clearly the owner of the order that had been agreed to be placed at 3 pm on Sunday!

How could she appear in his dream? She was accompanied by two little brats who were obviously a few years older. They were clearly Fushiguro Megumi and Fushiguro Miki.

What kind of strange dream is this? Is it a prophetic dream that predicts the future?

Before Fushiguro Shinobu could figure out the situation, a woman's voice came from outside the door: "Come and help! Shinobu-kun, today is the New Year's Eve party, you are not allowed to be lazy!"

Fushiguro Shigeki scratched the hair on the back of his head, left the window he was leaning against, and walked towards the entrance of the gate as he was told.

He wanted to see what changes would happen to this dream.

"Didi-di-di-di-"

The alarm clock kept ringing, and Fushiguro Shige was awakened as soon as he touched the door handle in his dream.

"Well, turn off the alarm quickly, even..."

He heard the woman's sleepy mumbling, and Fushiguro made a "tsk" sound, somewhat dissatisfied with his dream being broken.

However, he had excellent professional qualities and he still remembered that the woman next to him was the rich woman who had spent the most money on him in the past three months, so he naturally switched to business mode.

After turning off the alarm clock, Fushiguro Shigeu took off his pajamas and went to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

The air in the room was a little stuffy, with a sweet and fishy smell of heather. He frowned and felt a little stuffy in his chest.

A thin white finger painted with bright red nail polish passed around his waist, and the fingertips ambiguously brushed across his ravine-filled abdomen. The soft and tender voice seemed to carry a tiny hook: "Stay with me for a while longer."

Fushiguro ignored him, took the woman's snake-like soft arm, and said with a smile: "I have something else to do, I'll leave first."

After saying that, without waiting for the other party to respond, he put on the T-shirt neatly, and when he raised his hand, his extremely beautiful waist and abdomen lines were revealed, rising and falling with his movements.

"Hey, do you like me, eh?"

Fushiguro Shier didn't look back: "Of course, Miss Sachiko is the most generous. Come find me when you have free time."

The hotel door closed behind him, and he casually did a few stretching movements: "Let me see what the client's situation is this time."

Shimane, Izumo Taisha Shrine.

Kagura-dono has the world's largest shimenawa rope weighing 5.2 tons. Since ancient times, people have believed that this kind of rope knot can ward off evil spirits and traditionally represents "purity".

"In Neon, there are many legends about Izumo Taisha Shrine. Every November, all kinds of gods gather here, so only Izumo can be called 'God in the Moon', while shrines in other places are called 'God without Moon'.

Gojo Satoru held Huailiang's hand and completed a series of worship activities in an orderly manner.

He seemed to be addicted to the hand-holding action, or perhaps after the night of releasing sky lanterns together, he had developed some weird "skin hunger"——

All in all, this was his latest obsession, and he would occasionally play with each other's fingers, as if he would never get tired of it.

Huai Liang remained silent on this, but deep down he kept telling himself that he had to be patient and not let the other party see any signs of his intentions, otherwise all his efforts would fail.

"Here, this is your birthday present."

Huai Liang took an exquisite little wooden box handed to him by Gojo Satoru, opened the top cover, and inside lay a slightly rough wooden carved rabbit.

The memories of the dead began to attack her. If she remembered correctly, last week, not long after she got together with Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru seemed to come to her house uninvited on New Year's Eve.

He forced a wooden rabbit on her, saying it was a New Year's gift... This was the second time he gave her this thing.

In different time and space, with different experiences, and even at different ages, he always made the same choice... Could it be that this rabbit has some special meaning to him?

Thinking this in his heart, Huailiang also asked: "Rabbit, Wujun, do you think I look like a rabbit?"

Gojo Satoru obviously still remembered what she said before that he looked like a cat, and he teased her, "If I have to say what animal you look like... I really can't think of it right now."

"But, Ryo, didn't you notice that there are rabbit statues in many places in Izumo Shrine?"

After hearing this, Huai Liang realized that he had indeed seen several rabbit statues along the way.

She did not pretend to know, but asked humbly: "So, what is the special meaning of rabbits?"