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"Die once?"

Tsujino Ruhe didn't understand what the old man meant: "Can a person be resurrected after death?"

Knotabazu Wasuke denied his statement again: "Actually, it is not appropriate to say that you died once when you were a baby. To be precise, you stopped breathing."

Respiratory arrest may be shock, not necessarily brain death.

At that time, the five-month-old Tsujino Zuzuru stopped beating and breathing, and the Knotweed family hurriedly called an ambulance.

"and then?"

Judging by the look of this distant uncle, what must have happened at that time?

Kozuwasuke said that he didn't know what happened at the time? He only knew: "After Namiyo found out that you had no heartbeat and breathing, she had a nervous breakdown and ran to the hospital without wearing a coat."

"Running and running, the sky began to snow heavily, the snow fell too heavily, and the wind started to blow again. I chased after Namiyo, and I gradually couldn't see her figure clearly. I only saw her as if she was caught by someone at the corner or somewhere. People were knocked down."

"I wanted to catch up and help Namiyo up, but I couldn't get there anyway."

"Just when I was in a hurry, the heavy snow stopped suddenly, and I was able to go to Namiyo's side."

Tsujino Ruzuru was amazed by the old man's memory: "You can still remember what happened twenty years ago so clearly?"

Knotweed Wasuke's ravine-covered face was full of stories: "This incident has a strange smell from the beginning to the end, and it often appears in my memory?"

"After the snow stopped, Namiyo hugged you and cried loudly, thanking the gods for saving you."

"I just found out that you are in her arms? Your heartbeat and breathing have resumed."

Tsujino Ruzuru's heart skipped a beat: "Then my birthday...?"

"The day from the summer solstice to June [-]th? turned into January." Knotweed Wazuke answered tacitly, "It's because of that day that you came back to life."

Tsujino Liuhe let out a breath, feeling sour in her heart, she lowered her eyes, a little dazed, and didn't speak for a while.

It turns out that the mother changed her birthday not for random reasons, not because she really forgot, but because the mother believed in the gods and believed that the daughter should use the newborn day as a celebration, which would also bring her long-term happiness.

"Thank you." Tsujino Rutsuru sincerely thanked Kojou Wasuke, "Without you, I would never have known my mother..." For the sake of her daughter's safety, she ran in the winter snow regardless of dignity and cold, crying for the mercy of the gods .

Even if you are not reconciled, you have to admit that when children know their parents love them, they will always feel warm in their hearts.

Japanese knotweed, who has a paranoid "gene" for the status and blood of the Okada family, sighed, probably knowing what the child in front of him was feeling.

"The conjurer family... is also a twisted existence."

Feudalism?, bloodism, strengthism, decay breeds darkness, and how much emotion and humanity are buried.

How long can Namiyo, who insists on returning to the family, maintain normal affection for her daughter?

Thinking of the letters from her niece, Kozuwasuke stretched out his hand hesitantly, seeing that Tsujino Rutsuru did not dodge, he patted her on the shoulder slowly.

Tsujino Rukuru, who is good at regulating his emotions with psychological support, covered the old man's hand, and shook it.

Is this the fate of people? It’s amazing. Tsujino Rutsuru and Mori Ogai are biological father and daughter. They have been together for several months, but they are still separated by several layers.But on the first day she met the grandparents of the Knotweed family, she was able to make physical contact harmoniously.

"If you don't mind, can I call you uncle?"

"of course can!"

Polygonum cuspidatum and Japanese assistant responded with full spirit.

Tsujino Rutsuru raised his head and smiled and said, "Then Uncle and Youruto will go to Morioh Town with us?"

"Douwang Town? What are you doing there?"

Knotweed Wasuke asked puzzledly: "Travel? You and your father are out on a trip. What are we, the old and the young, doing together? Fun?"

"I don't like making noise." The old man snorted arrogantly.

"It's rare for relatives to meet, let's hang out together." Tsujino Liuhe persuaded in a gentle voice.

Knotweed Wasuke didn't take this approach: "If you want to ask something? You can ask me directly, don't play around."

Tsujino Liuhe was not annoyed either, she did have many doubts in her heart after seeing the grandson of Knotweed, and she didn't want to pry the old man's mouth bluntly at this time.

As she said, the usual attitudes of Katsuobu Wasuke and Katsuobu Yujin made her feel that it’s okay to have another relative? No, the Katsuobu family took in her mother twenty years ago and took care of her when she was young. Blood relationship and kindness, as well as their qualities of kindness, Tsujino Ruzuru is very comfortable when getting along with them.

No need to consider interests, no need to choose words, she can talk to them without any burden.

Tsujino Ruzuru clicked on the location of the old man's lungs from the air: "There is a gourmet in Morioh Town who is good at special diet therapy. I would like to invite you to have a few meals."

"How did you know that I have a lung problem..."

Her technique, or was it told to her by her doctor father?

"I heard it, I saw it." Seeing his unbelieving expression, Tsujino Tsururu said with a helpless smile, "I am practicing a combat technique called breathing technique, so I am very sensitive to the breathing in my lungs."

Knotweed Wasuke seems to be in good health, but in fact there is a dull sound when breathing. You don't need to turn on the world to see, Tsujino Rutsuru knows that his lungs have no problem.

"Lung cancer?" she asked in a low voice.

Knotweed Wasuke was silent.

It seems so.

Tsujino Tsururu understands it, and persuades him to be his grandson? Think about it: "Youren is still young, don't you want to see him for two more years? He also has a lot of secrets, right?"

"When fate befalls him, it will be easier for him to get through it with you by his side."

Knotweed Wazuki paused when she went downstairs, then turned her head and asked her cautiously, "Is this really the first time you've seen me?" In private? Have you checked Knotweed's house?

Tsujino Tsururu let the elderly relax: "Don't look at me as young, in fact I have experienced a lot of things, and I have a little experience in judging people."

"The feeling lingering on this child Youruhito is not ordinary."

"He's very strong." What did Katsuobu Wasuke think of?, murmured.

Hearing what the old man said, Tsujino Rutsuru smiled: "But he is still a child."

Now Knotaba Yuhito is not even 14 years old, Tsujino Rutsuru does not want him to experience a cruel fate in the future, but she understands that fate is something irresistible.

Some people are destined to face thorns in the future, endure pain, grow up, and die.

"I have a friend who became a pillar within two months of holding a sword. When he was 11 years old, he beat me who was 16 years old. When he was 14 years old, he was able to kill an existence equivalent to a super-level magic spirit by himself."

They went downstairs, and in the living room were Knotaba Yuhito who had already packed his luggage and was ready to go out for fun, and Mori Ogai who was hiding his achievements and fame beside him.

An empathetic father who knows how to understand people's hearts is sometimes quite good, and he also has a tacit understanding in handling things.

The four of them stood leisurely at the door of Hu Zhang's house, waiting for the car to pick them up.

In the clear and clear afternoon, the sky is as blue as freshly washed, refreshing and pleasant.

The young man who kept spitting out TV jokes lively sang and played with the elegant black-haired man, laughing and playing.

"and after?"

Kojo Wasuke remembered the unfinished story in the stairwell, what happened to that genius swordsman?He didn't know what "zhu" was?, but it should be a very powerful title.

Tsujino Ruzuru's eyes passed between the energetic boy and the gentle man, she looked at the blue dome and said indifferently: "Later he died."

Knotweed Wasuke didn't expect this to be the ending, and he was stunned for a moment: "He is a strong man who can kill super-level curse spirits at the age of 14!"

"There's always someone stronger than him."

"Besides, he is only 14 years old, and his combat strength has not reached its peak. If he encounters an enemy that is too powerful, he will be broken."

"Uncle, you said Youren is very strong, but in my opinion, his physical fitness only makes him qualified to stand on the starting line a little earlier."

"He is still far from reaching the state of becoming a talent, let alone his soul."

Knotweed Wasuke understood what she meant by telling this story.

"Do you have the heart to leave him a child?"

Tsujino Ruhe said gently: "Youren is also a child of a conjurer. In the world of conjuration, you always get more than you lose. Youruto has an innate super talent," even better than the sky and the curse. Bound Maki's initial ability is still exaggerated, "What will his future be like, I think you may know better than me."

"After all, you are one of the people who know his origins best, don't you?"

Knotweed Wasuke was pushed into a corner by her, and the cold-tempered old man found that her tone was soft, but what she said made him colder than a sharp sword.

"Okay, okay! I will? Cooperate with what you said? Diet therapy!"

He angrily gave up the practice of obedience and disobedience afterwards, and put taking care of his body in his heart?

Plan pass.

Tsujino Rutsuru sat in the spacious seven-seater SUV with a smile.

"Wow, what a big car."

Knotashi Yuhito was shocked by the car called by his distant cousin.

He thought it was either a tram or a car, but he never expected that the four of them would be in an SUV, which also had a small refrigerator and a snack cabinet.

"Is my sister a rich person?" Knotabagi Yujin asked with round eyes.

Tsujino Rutsuru made a modest gesture: "It's okay, okay, a little money."

Why does he feel unbelievable?

Knotabagi Yuhito put on a suspicious look: "But Mr. Mori said that my sister is a great writer, she is very good!"

That person is doing weird things again!

Tsujino Rutsuru gave his father a dissatisfied look, and Mori Ogai smirked and tried to laugh.

Just when the atmosphere was getting lively, Knotabagi Yuhito asked suddenly.

"By the way, sister, what is the diet expert you mentioned just now? Are sister and grandpa sick?"

He was caught off guard and asked, the air in the car froze for a moment.

"Did I say the wrong thing..." Hirohito Kojou noticed that Mr. Mori, who had been very happy just now, withdrew his smile, and his grandfather turned his head away, asking at a loss.

Tsujino Rutsuru rubbed his hair, telling him not to care.

"Uncle is getting old and has some minor physical problems that need careful maintenance. Don't worry."

Yuzu Yujin held her hand touching her hair, and asked earnestly, "What about my sister? Is my sister's health okay?"

"Of course it's no problem!" Tsujino Liuhe snorted two more times, pulling his soft hair up and down, "Leave my dad alone!" She said affectionately, "He just loves to worry about this and that all day long. Yes. I said I was healthy, but he refused to listen.”

Mori Ogai twitched the corner of his mouth as an answer.

The relaxed atmosphere like a spring outing was restored in the car.

Sendai City is not far from Morioh Town, it takes half an hour by car.

Putting the luggage in the Duwang Hotel, the four of them walked around the seaside town slowly.

At about four o'clock, the stomach of Yuzu Yujin made a gurgling sound, and young people with long bodies were always hungry very quickly.

"Come on, let's go eat bread."

They walked to the door of a bakery that smelled of butter and sugar, and there were many students from the town on vacation.

There was a roaring sound of a locomotive, and a black car stopped at the door of the bakery at the same time.

The tall woman with blue-green hair and two buns combed her head. The face and unrestrained temperament revealed after taking off the helmet made the students scream in a low voice.

Getting out of the black car was a tall, blond man with the same strange hairstyle and three donut-style bangs.

"Monsieur Giovanna?"

"Mr. Sen?"

"JOJO?"

"Naoki?"

Four voices resounded, unable to hide their surprise.