My Wife's Traditional Performing Arts

The dream is very familiar, and the dog curly thorn has been done many times.

The consciousness is still very clear, the perspective is often followed by a third person, or the perspective of God in the upper left and upper right is switched back and forth. The protagonist in the dream has never changed, it has always been Natsuno, appearing in various places, doing Natsuno of various things.

Goujuanji thought to himself, it seems that after returning from Fuyuki, he would have this dream almost every day, and the content of the dream is like a game that keeps updating and unlocking permissions, injecting sound from graffiti silent films bit by bit, what he can see The vision becomes clear, so clear that it seems that this is something that happened in the past, or something that will happen in the future.

But if he felt that way at the beginning, then after this scene happened, he didn't feel that way again.

So Gou Juanji changed his way of thinking again, he thought, is this just like the imagination of some comic book or novel authors who like to talk about "unreasonable explanations, parallel time and space, indecision when things happen, quantum mechanics", It is false, it has never happened, if there is a chance to travel through time and space, it may appear, what about the "possible situation if something did not happen"?

……

Xia Ye in the dream is following "him".

The dog curly thorn silently tugged at his collar, but as soon as he raised his arm, he found that the clothes on his body were not the uniform of a high school, but the pajamas he was wearing before he fell into a dream, and a little water was splashed on the cuffs The stain was accidentally splashed in the bathroom.

——If this situation can be seen by another person, it should be a very strange situation, right?

The dog curly spine thought so, and then he looked at the floor-to-ceiling glass doors of the surrounding shops. Unsurprisingly, only the shadows of objects behind him were reflected on the glass doors. The other self who was walking, and Xia Ye who was secretly following behind the "self" with a flushed face.

Xia Ye is following her.

When he realized this, Goujuanji was not surprised at all—after all, it was Xia Ye. If it was Panda or Yuta who "stalked" him, he would be very surprised, but if it was Xia Ye...

Follow, just follow him, it is indeed something that Xia Ye can do.

So Gou Juanji's eyes shifted slightly, his footsteps were two steps faster, and he caught up with the previous distance. He moved close behind Xia Ye, turned his head slightly forward, and only saw a shadow of a person when he glanced first. Then they turned their heads to look at the screen that Xia Ye followed with a red face and did not forget to tap.

It is a diary.

"..."

"Jun Thorn is going on a mission. 』

"It's only at the level of a second-level spell spirit. Mr. Thorn is a super powerful quasi-first-level magician. He will definitely solve it easily, because Mr. Thorn is my favorite Mr. Thorn!" (heart) (heart) (heart)'

"..."

After only reading two sentences, Gou Juanji felt a little embarrassed and subconsciously closed his eyes.

He remembered that not only Xia Ye in his dream, but his Xia Ye also liked to keep a diary... Could it be that Xia Ye's diary is always of this type?Such a straightforward expression of love and admiration, even he would be a little embarrassed when he knew it, right?

However, the warm and itchy feeling in the heart is also very comfortable. Being liked so passionately and straightforwardly is really something that makes people unable to control the corners of their mouths.

Peeking at other people's diaries actually makes you feel a little bit guilty, but there is a high probability that what appears in the dream will not be real, so the dog curled up again, with curiosity and shy expectations, and again with red ears. He moved his gaze away, and continued to look down from the position he had just read.

"..."

"However, even if it is a second-level curse spirit, Mr. Thorn should be careful. 』

『If I accidentally get hurt, I will be very worried. 』

"In this case, Mr. Thorn, who is easy to get hurt, shouldn't face danger... But maybe it's a good thing (heart), because I can stay with Mr. Thorn every day, and let me do dangerous things. OK! 』

"It's ready, I always carry the necessary things with me, and I can take Mr. Thorn to a safe place at any time——Because I was too worried about Mr. Thorn, I never let go of any chance to see Mr. Thorn, It's a pity that the barrier of the high school cannot be entered, otherwise, I really want to install bugs in Lord Thorn's dormitory. 』

"..."

Seeing this, the sweet feeling of the soft heart just now has disappeared, replaced by a little chill on the back—it turns out that his previous premonition is really correct, Xia Ye does have a very strong chance of triggering the small black house !

Wiping off a cold sweat, Gou Juanji couldn't help comforting himself in his heart, it's okay, Xia Ye is already very obedient now, and he doesn't have any tendency to be a dark house, the most excessive thing he did was to question his sexuality It's just his ability, and he should have been obedient by now. The "Xia Ye" here is just his dream.

Just a dream, he thought.

In the upper right corner of Xia Ye's phone, in addition to the battery and time, the date is also marked - judging by the standard time, it happened to be the time when he was on a mission in Fuyuki a few days ago, so the "Xia Ye" here cannot enter the high school. , It can only be explained by the fact that this dream is a virtual fantasy.

After all, according to the normal time, Xia Ye should be carrying out Fuyuki's mission with them at this time.

and……

The dog curly spine raised his head, his eyes moved slightly away, and moved to the "self" who was a little ahead.

Whether it's the demeanor, the silver hair and the collar that covers the lower half of the face, or the small movements of the walking posture, or even the tuna mayonnaise rice balls that I like to eat, I can certainly tell that this is me, and the dog curly spine is very sure about this In fact, "I" is almost the same as him in almost everything, except for one point.

...What he saw before, even if "self" passed by face to face, it was still a stranger passing by without squinting, and he didn't even pay attention to it——

It's as if he doesn't know Xia Ye at all.

***

Gou Juanji once again hid this dream very well, without revealing any information that would be noticed by Xia Ye. Facts have proved that he is also very talented in keeping secrets. As long as he works hard, even Xia Ye will pay attention. It's not that he has been having this strange dream recently.

This dream is related to Xia Ye, but Xia Ye is in a state of complete ignorance. It is hard to say what kind of mentality Gou Juanji is hiding from this matter. Maybe he just wants to understand a certain situation, or maybe he has guessed something about himself. I think it is more appropriate to keep quiet about the "truth".

In short, the red totem hidden under the black half-fingered gloves is almost completed, and the blurred and blurred red has been gathered in nine out of ten, and the dream with only one left will completely reveal its original appearance, and the dog curly thorn is already very He will skillfully treat gloves as a necessity like throat lozenges, and will put them on very consciously before going out, and even my wife Natsuno can't find a chance to remind her.

"Why is Xia Ye so quiet today?"

There were very few theoretical classes in the second grade, but not completely absent, so after the first class ended, Pang Da sneaked up to the seat of his silver-haired classmate, covering half of his face with his furry bear paw, Asked in a low voice:

"And I didn't drag my own table over to sit next to you. You know, we thought your seats were glued together before—I said Ji, did you quarrel?"

"Dried bonito."

——No, how could there be a quarrel.

Gou Juanji propped his chin up with one hand, his purple eyes narrowed into half moons revealed such information brightly, which made Pang Da even more confused.

So Pang Da cautiously turned his head and glanced at the pink-haired boy obediently sitting on the seat without moving. After receiving a curious stare, he turned back in a jerk, lowered his voice and said in a breathy voice:

"It's not right, it's very wrong. I didn't see Ji, you and Xia Ye stuck together like Siamese twins and sprinkled dog food. I actually felt a little chill on my back. It's very strange that the two of you didn't stay together. You guys What happened?"

"..."

—what else could happen to them.

Gou Juanji resisted the urge to glance at Bai's own classmate, changed his hand to support his chin, and then moved his eyes slightly backwards - Xia Ye quickly followed his scorching eyes, but even if his eyes No matter how hot the heat was, he still obediently stayed in his seat without moving.

The corners of the lips behind the collar are slightly raised, which can make Xia Ye obedient, but it is a very rewarding thing, so Gou Juanji said triumphantly, "dried bonito", which means that if you don't tell you, it will be done again. For once put Panda's "thorn you make me super curious" complaints behind.

He squinted his eyes slightly enjoying himself, twirled a plastic shell fountain pen covering the cap with his fingertips, and then pulled out the cap unhurriedly with a prank mentality, and the "click" was particularly crisp and wearable. The penetrating force clearly penetrated into the ears of my wife Xia Ye.

"Huh? Huh? Why is Xia Ye lying on the table suddenly? He buried his face in his arms, is he not feeling well? Is he sick? Do you know what happened to Xia Ye?"

——This is the tacit understanding between him and Xia Ye.

Goujuanji resisted the desire to raise the corners of his mouth, and his whole body exuded a sense of refreshment. Last night's harvest not only proved the X ability of the spellcaster with a physical score of 9, but also the ability to solve Xia Ye's problems no matter what. The unexpected joy of not being obedient.

Now, just take out the paint pen and shake it threateningly in front of Xia Ye, the pink cat with its teeth and claws will be as if it has been pinched by the nape of its neck, and it will be as effective as a spell.

Pang Da’s bluffing fuss came from my ear, and the dog curly spine once again had the contented mentality of "I won’t tell you, this is my own privilege", and used "dried bonito" and "big mustard" to make something happen. Pang Da, who wanted to blend in, fooled it, and then he didn't hold back his unfathomable expression, and finally couldn't help but yelled.

...I did it too late last night, and I didn't get enough sleep.

Speaking of which, Xia Ye was tossed like that last night, and he actually got out of bed today, and only when he first got up, his movements were relatively stiff, and he would soon be able to move normally, and his recovery was so good that he was hardly human... The state, it is really easy to arouse his bad thoughts.

——After all, with such good resilience, you don’t have to worry about playing badly at all.