In the Shura field, I just want to work and earn money

The first thing to do when returning to Gojo's house was to clean the blood-red bead. For this reason, Immortal Chihiro bought a bottle of food-grade dish soap on the way.

Gojo Gojo gnawed on the apple she washed for him by the way, and leaned against the kitchen wall and said sarcastic words: "Won't it wipe out the memory?"

Immortal Chihiro Hara, who cleaned the beads carefully, said without hesitation: "Then Momotaro Morita can look forward to a life that would be worse than death in the future."

She flicked the cleaned beads, and the drops of water slowly slid down the surface. She placed it in the palm of her hand, and it shone with an ominous luster like solidified blood drops, as if hinting at how troublesome and bad her past was. .

Speaking of it, one of the reasons why she doesn't care much about her own memory is that she instinctively rejects that memory, subconsciously thinking that it is not important, and it doesn't matter if she discards it.

Whether it was Gojo Satoru or Nakahara Chu, she noticed more than once that she heard their speeches such as "So you are such a person", "Your expression is very similar to before".

She couldn't help but wonder, if she swallowed this bead, would she become another person?Will the current her die at this moment and become the more familiar undead Chihiro Hara in their eyes?

"Qianyu?" Gojo Satoru threw the apple core into the trash can, turned around and saw the black-haired girl staring at the bead, who seemed to be distracted, and her eyes were empty, "Be careful if you don't hold it firmly, the bead will fall into the sewer. "

"I'm not that stupid." Immortal Chihiro came back to her senses, she and Gojo Satoru met eyes, and she naturally didn't like to cover up, she naturally asked the doubts in her heart, "Wu, do you think me and Gojo Satoru Is there a big difference from before?"

Wujo Wujo didn't even think about it, and blurted out: "It's so big, it's just two people."

"..." This kind of question doesn't have to be so honest.

"But it's still the same person." He walked to the girl's side, pinched the blood-red bead in her palm, and said in a light and firm tone, "Whether it's Chihiro who is straightforward and straightforward now, or the mysterious and casual one in the past." Qian Yu, you have sworn to me that you are powerful and invincible. You see, whether you have memory or not, you can’t change your essence——hmm! And your cuteness!"

If there is no last sentence of sudden change in painting style, Chihiro Immortal Hara would be very happy to pour down this chicken soup for the soul.

"Okay, okay, eat it quickly." Gojo Satoru held the bead and handed it to the girl's mouth.

Immortal Chihiro Hara:? ? ?

Wait a minute, this unfolding is a little bit wrong, how did it turn into a feeding play?

Her eyelids twitched, and she took a step back: "Put it down, I'll eat it myself."

"No, I'm worried that you're too scared to make up your mind to eat it." Gojo Satoru took a step closer, "Come on, Chihiro, I'll feed you~"

The undead Chihiro Hara who was leaning against the wall had no way out. She stared at Gojo Satoru, who looked like a great demon king. He seemed to be poisoning, and his finger had already touched the corner of her mouth.

"Open your mouth, ah~"

"..." Immortal Chihiro Hara didn't want to struggle anymore, it doesn't matter who feeds it, anyway, the end result is to eat it.

She opened her mouth numbly, letting the other party mess around.

"Good boy." Gojo Satoru happily stuffed the beads into her mouth.

The cold beads touched the tip of the tongue and slid down the throat. In an instant, more than ten years of experience rushed in, and different pictures flashed in front of my eyes without interruption. The strong emotions and a large number of memories were like a cosmic explosion. flooded the brain.

Immortal Chihiro Hara felt her whole body was burning hot, she was about to be overwhelmed by the huge amount of information, the face in front of her eyes became more and more blurred, she seemed to hear someone calling her, but the voice was getting closer and closer to her. Far, as if from the other end of the distance.

Her brain was dizzy, she was a little unsteady, her legs gave way, and finally fell into a warm and firm embrace, her consciousness plunged into darkness.

……

Chestnut blossoms fall into mist, this is her name.

His father was in the Li Hualuo family, and his mother was the younger sister of the head of the family.

As complicated as it sounds, she leads a life similar to other people her age, with a slightly more serious atmosphere at home at best.There is no way, even if it has declined in the past few years, Li Hualuo is still a famous and ancient family.

If there is any difference between her life and others, it is that in her dream she met a boy of the same age with pineapple hair.

It's not childish talk, it's true, that guy often plays serials in her dreams, and from time to time he will pop out a few dangerous statements about destroying the mafia, and he will also let out a weird tropical planet-specific laugh.

By the way, the colors of his two eyes are different, one red and one blue, and the number six is ​​printed in the red eye, which will turn into other numbers like a slot machine.

Honestly, it's scary.She once suspected that something was wrong with her own brain, but later she found out that it was not she who was having a nightmare, but a real person, so she accepted the new friend she unilaterally identified with a good attitude.

I often come to play with her in my dreams, I must really want to make friends with her.

She thought so, but the other party insisted on explaining what the mental fluctuations were, and said a bunch of strange words. In short, she didn't understand any of them, and she firmly believed that he was too embarrassed to admit it.

Later, he gave up explaining to her, and said to himself, she can think whatever she likes.

Really, it's not so straightforward to even admit that you want to be friends with her.

Such a stable but magical daily life lasted until Katagiri was eight years old.

There was a girl in the class who was going to transfer. Before she left, she took a classmate book for everyone to fill in.

When it was Pianwu's turn, she only filled in the basic information such as name, birthday, and address. She didn't fill in any personal hobbies such as favorite food, songs, and movies. One was because she didn't want to tell the unfamiliar Second, because she didn't specify what she liked very much.

But there were too many blanks in this way, so she decided to fill in the column of wishes, but after thinking about it, she didn't seem to have any wishes in particular that she wanted to realize.

Let's see what others have filled in, shall we?

She turned to the previous page.

Hope everyone likes me—what kind of silly wish is that?

Forget it, she's not picky, so she can just make do and write it down to deal with it.

She wrote:

Everyone likes me.

From this moment on, Li Hua Luo Pian Wu's life changed.

……

Li Hua Luo Pian Wu is a smart and sensitive girl who soon realized her magical abilities.

—What she wrote must come true.

She excitedly shared this incident with her mother, but her mother was not as happy as expected, and she worriedly told the owner about it.

"This ability is too dangerous, we must protect Pianwu." This is what the elders who have always ignored her said.

The ability really took effect, and the elders kept telling her that they liked her very much, but from that day on, she never left Lihualuoyuan's house again.

They said that the outside world is too dangerous, and others will be afraid of her strength, so she must stay at home, and they will protect her.

They brought a lot of "homework" and asked her to finish it every day, but she didn't like being pressed at the desk to write endlessly. She wanted to go outside to play, but they rejected it every time with a smile.

"It's too dangerous," they liked to put her off.

She didn't understand, is it her ability that is too dangerous, or the outside world is too dangerous?

She told the pineapple-headed boy in her dream about her recent situation, and he laughed pitifully after listening: "Are you a fool? You are imprisoned."

He said that if she didn't do something, she probably wouldn't be able to step out of Lihualuo's house for the rest of her life.

...but she can't seem to do anything.

She was locked in the room, and they sent people with supernatural powers from the family to stay by her side every step of the way. At first she thought that these people were here to protect her, but she soon discovered that they were here to monitor her.

Make sure she completes the "homework" verbatim as required, and prevent her from writing more than required.

It turns out that the pineapple-headed boy was right.

The elders imprisoned her in human desires under the guise of liking and protecting her, and the declining Lihualuo family used her ability to revive their glory.

But the outgoing and straightforward Pianwu became more and more silent.

Once she finished her "homework" and liked to chat with the supernatural power users in the room to pass the idle time, but after understanding their real responsibilities, the only sound left in the room was the sound of turning pages and writing.

She stopped talking to them, but chose to stare at the sky outside the window in a daze, as quiet as a speechless doll, until the next "homework" was assigned, and she was wound up and started to move .

She sees no one else, and even her mother hardly ever visits her, but she visits her on her birthday with a strawberry mousse cake - just a visit, because her mother doesn't talk and she doesn't talk .

The haggard woman's eyes were heavy with grief. She quietly watched the young Pianwu finish eating the cake, and then left the room without saying a word. The next meeting will be next year's birthday.

The pineapple-headed boy in the dream said that it was because her mother was afraid to see her.

"Why?" Pianwu asked puzzled.

"kufufu..." He let out a strange laugh again, with an inscrutable expression that didn't match his age, "because of guilt."

But the second birthday, the strawberry mousse cake was absent.

She went to ask the supernatural power users who guarded her. She hadn't spoken in reality for a long time, and her voice was hoarse: "Where's mother?"

She died, they said.

Pianwu's mother, Lihua Luoqianchun, couldn't bear the pain of her daughter's deprivation of freedom. Tormented by guilt and remorse, she hanged herself at home and ended her short life.

Pianwu, who was born in early spring, only learned of her mother's death in severe winter on her 12th birthday. Before that, no one told her.

The news of her mother's death didn't seem to affect her in any way, she closed her eyes indifferently, and continued to finish today's "homework" with a pen.

But she held the pineapple-headed boy and cried all night in her dream.