5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

I opened the paper door, and what I saw was the retro courtyard.

The rockery and maple trees are arranged overlappingly, and several evergreen pine trees are located among them. Starting from the position under my feet, there is a winding cobblestone path, but a few steps is a spring of clear water covered by gray stones. Surrounded by it.However, this yard is not big, after all, it is also in the city, so it can be regarded as a miniature courtyard.

"...Is this what you said 'Leave it to me'?"

I held on to the door and looked back at Gojo Satoru, who seemed to be doing nothing.

"What's wrong? Do you think it's too small? There's nothing I can do. This is the only place close enough to not be disturbed by people." Gojo Satoru was behind me, holding a glazed teacup. He glanced at the courtyard, Said: "Anyway, I'll only stay for one night, so let's make do with it."

For a while, I couldn't tell whether this person was telling the truth or showing off on purpose... Based on what I know about him, there is a high probability that he really thinks so.

"By the way." Gojo Satoru remembered something, and added: "The pajamas here are only Japanese-style."

I nodded: "Is it like the style in the hot spring hotel?"

"Well, it's better to say that the hot spring hotel is better, and the patterns are more lovely." Gojo Satoru criticized mercilessly: "There is only pure white here."

"...It would be nice to have clothes, anyway, thank you."

"By the way, is Chosato a kimono school or a western style school?"

What the hell question is this.

I frowned, and complained: "...It's not the old era, there are only these two options. If I have to choose, I choose modern clothes."

"No—OK—" Gojo Satoru immediately rushed to veto: "Then let me change the question. For example, if you get married, would you choose Bai Wugou or the wedding dress?"

No, I really don't have any particular ideas about kimonos or western clothes.

"Although it's a bit of an argument to say so...but I really don't belong to either faction." I said, "I don't prefer a certain type, but wedding dresses are a special case, I will probably choose Bai Wugou... ..."

"May I ask why?"

"Because my legs are inconvenient." I replied vaguely.

I haven't given the complete reason. The real reason is that I stubbornly believe that if I choose a wedding dress, I have to wear high heels. If I wear high heels, my legs will be inconvenient. It's not as simple as Bai Wugou easy.

I still decided to change the subject, and I asked, "Can I do laundry here? By the way, I need a dryer..."

Gojo Satoru said, "The clean uniforms will be delivered tomorrow."

"Thank you, it was a great help."

At least there is somewhere to rest tonight.

What I lost today is not only my keys, wallet, documents, but also my mobile phone.In order to report the loss of my bank card, I can only ask Wujo Wu to borrow my mobile phone.

However, when I thought about all the chores such as repairing files and buying a new mobile phone tomorrow, I became worried again.

Night had fallen outside the window, quietly surrounding the courtyard, but there was still a golden shadow floating in the sky at dusk, and there was a bright band of light at the junction of the sky.

The complex light makes the scenery of the courtyard inexplicably deep.

"Let me confirm." I looked at the man who was still drinking water leisurely, "Is this the property under your name?"

"Of course. Ugh, this tea is so hot—" Gojo Satoru raised the water glass half a meter away, and complained with half of his tongue out.

I just sat down, looking at the harmonious scenery in the yard, thinking about what Gojo Satoru said just now, it sounds like he still has a lot of properties to choose from, but at present there is only one that meets the convenience requirements.

...Although I know that he is very rich, it is a bit beyond the scope of my psychological preparation.

I reached out and touched the wooden floor, it was clean and bright, with almost no dust.

It's not like some vacant property.

My fingers were still on the floor, and I asked curiously, "Do you usually hire someone to clean here?"

Gojo Satoru walked up to me and sat down, the cup of hot tea was still steaming.

"People come on a regular basis, because I don't like having people walking around all the time," he said.

Well, this is barely an answer.

However, the scope of this "someone" is a bit intriguing...

"Is that so? Mr. Gojo didn't show it when he was with students and colleagues, right?"

Gojo Satoru said with a smile, "Well, it's only for some people."

So, am I always within his acceptable range?

Thinking of this, I don't know what to say.

I leaned on the wooden walkway with both hands, lowered my legs to hang in the air, and pointed my toes at the blue stones on the cobblestone path.

I thought, it's really strange.

When I thought it was a seemingly close relationship, the two of them got along in silence and there was no embarrassment.Now it is clear that the stage of "sex" that the public thinks is the most embarrassing has been left out, but in the pure relationship, I feel extremely uncomfortable with this kind of silence.

Is it because caring leads to chaos?

"Ah, that's right—" Gojo Satoru seemed to have thought of something interesting, he pushed the hot water cup away, and jumped down the corridor excitedly, instead of stepping on the cobblestone road, he strode forward, Said to me: "I thought of a very interesting thing."

That appearance is basically like an excited little boy waving his hands to tell his partner to follow up quickly, as if he wants to share a secret treasure with you.

"what……"

And I was talking about it, thinking "what's the interesting thing?" but I was still the honest little friend who followed.

Beside the pool of water, there are two stones with special shapes, one is stuck to the other tightly, and there is a stone gap underneath.Gojo Satoru squatted down there, resting one hand on his chin as if thinking about something.At this point, he simply pulled down the blindfold and put it on his neck.

The blue eyes contrasted nicely with the pool water that seemed to be splashed with a little ink in the evening.

I glanced at him, then squatted down too.

At this time the moon has risen into the sky and is hanging over the two of us.

Gojo Satoru knocked on the two stones and muttered, "Not here."

"What's missing?" I asked.

Gojo Satoru said, "Frog."

I:"……?"

frog?

Is it the frog I imagined?

So the reason this person jumped up and down was to tell me that there might be a frog hiding in the gap between these two stones?

For a while, I didn't know whether to praise him for being too childlike, or scold myself for what kind of work I was expecting from this man.

As soon as I slapped my knees and was about to get up, this man grabbed my wrist.

"Wait a little longer. It seems that it's about to come out—" Gojo Satoru's interest didn't diminish at all, and judging by his strength, it seemed that he didn't intend to let me go.

I couldn't laugh or cry as I watched him staring at the pool of water intently.

Are frogs that funny?

His serious appearance reminded me of the joke about the luminous watch. I didn't expect that I would be dragged to look at the "luminous watch" one day.

I still couldn't help but said: "Mr. Wutiao, we haven't heard a frog cry for so long... and it's winter now, how can there be green..."

"Ah, here we come."

He announced briefly and emphatically that he had found something he wanted to show me.

However, I scanned the circle and didn't see the shadow of the frog at all.

"Here, here—" he said mysteriously, "Come here."

I had to move forward.

Wait... I think I know what he's talking about...

Under the dim moonlight, the jagged rockery and tree shadows behind were thrown into the pool water, and the layers of shadows overlapped and merged into a strangely shaped black shadow.The wind blew it up a little bit, and then quickly returned to its original shape.

Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand, made an "L" letter with his slender fingers, framed the black shadow, and then gestured with the other hand, not forgetting to explain to me:

"Well, here's the line of the back, here's the arched legs, and then the protruding ones are the eyes..."

After finishing speaking, he sighed regretfully: "There are no stars today, otherwise the 'frog' would have stripes on its back. But..." He smiled and said to me: "There are 'frogs', right? "

Under the fluttering eyelashes, the pair of childish gazes are shining brightly in the night.

"Ah."

My eyes fell on the shadow.

"It's a frog."