My breeder is the strongest

The grass on the grave of the last person who dared to have an opinion on young master Wutiao was at least two meters high.

Gojo Satoru casually crushed one of his lighters, scared the crap out of him, and ran away within 2 minutes.

He clapped his hands, shook off the human scum debris in disgust, turned his head, and the turbulent momentum disappeared instantly without a trace.

"Okay." Wujo Satoru wiped the ema that he brought back with his clothes, and said lightly, "Let's hang it—for a long time?"

The kitty stared blankly at his hand, his ears and tail drooped, and he only raised his head when he heard his voice.

"...Oh." He said slowly, with a small arc at the corner of his mouth, and promised, "Okay, go hang ema."

Wutiaowu: "..."

The one just now, come back to me.

I can't beat you to death! ! !

Wujojiu seemed unhappy.

Although Kitty doesn't seem like he wants to act tantrum-y, he's a terrible liar.

Gojo Satoru tries to coax people.

He bought eight candy apples from a roadside stall, filled them between the fingers of his hands, and dangled them in front of Wujojiu's eyes.

"Look—look, boxing gloves~"

Kitty raised his eyelids, lowered them again, tried his best to smile, took one from his hand, and said absently, "Well, sweet."

Wutiaowu: "..."

That stuff is sour, thank you.

Gojo Satoru continued his efforts, throwing away the apple candy in a flash, and grabbed a handful of paper nets for fishing goldfish.

"Fishing for goldfish? I saw a golden red-tailed one just now, it's very beautiful——"

"That's it." Wutiao Jiushun said, "Okay, do you want to fish?"

The two squatted in front of the booth, and Wu Tiaojiu held the paper net and soaked in the water without moving.

A goldfish without eyes passed by and bumped its head against the paper net—the five remained motionless for a long time.

The fish bumped a second time and swam through the paper net wagging its tail.

Wutiao Jiu slowly lifted the paper net, still biting the candy apple in his mouth, and said vaguely.

"Ah...it's broken."

Wutiaowu: "..."

"……never mind."

Gojo Satoru pulled him to stand up, zoomed in on the scope of the six eyes, and saw a small river with little lights beside the nearby woods.

It is the place where people put river lanterns.

Young master Wutiao's eyes lit up, he took Wutiaojiu to the stall to buy paper and candles, and waved the plastic bag in front of his eyes.

"Dangdang~ Let's fold the boat, how about it?"

Wujo let out an "oh" for a long time.

No more text.

Wutiaowu: "..."

fed up.

Gojo Satoru stopped in his tracks, as if Gojo hadn't seen him for a long time, he passed by him and continued to move forward, he took the cat boy's hand, dragged him away forcibly, crossed the path, walked into the small woods next to him, and walked to the quiet river .

He put down the paper and candle in his hand.

"Jiu, what's the matter!?" Young Master Wutiao quickly added, "Don't say it's okay! Otherwise, there won't be a good morning kiss tomorrow!"

Wujojiu hesitated for a moment, and then asked in a low voice, "My name...does it really have a bad meaning?"

Gojo Satoru was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing.

Gojo Satoru: "...Pfft."

Maozizi immediately added an explanation, "No! Because! Glass said, I can be the mascot of the college, but the name of the mascot has a bad meaning, it is very unlucky..."

Gojo Satoru lowered his head, covered his mouth with his hands, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Gojojiu puffed up his cheeks, "Don't laugh!!"

Wujojiu stood on tiptoe and angrily pulled his face.

"Uhhh&*&, Hua (good) don't laugh...don't laugh hahaha." Gojo Satoru was ripped open, trembling vaguely for a long time before tearing off the child and rubbing his painful face.

"What, is this what you care about?"

The cat cub was pinched by his wrist with one hand, his cheeks were puffed up, and his tail was wagging fiercely from side to side.

"No way!"

"Okay—hey, I said yes! Don't pull my hair!" Gojo Satoru protected his head and shouted, "But Jiu's name is not painful pain!"

"What does that mean?" Gojojiu paused reluctantly, and then became angry again, "Anyway, Wujo must have just randomly started it!"

"No." Gojo Satoru quickly grabbed him, "I didn't start it."

"Eh?" Cat Boy pouted, "It's a lie, isn't it just because Wu likes to eat Xijiufu, so he just took it casually!"

He still remembers Qiu, when they first met.

"Well." Gojo Satoru scratched his face with his hands, "Although the taste of Kikufu is indeed okay...but."

Young Master Wutiao leaned down, and cupped Wujou's face with his hands—pressing his nose with two thumbs.

"Listen to me, Gojojiu's Jiu is Xijiufu's Jiu, and 'Xijiufu' means to pray for long-term happiness——"

"So, Jiu (く) is not the pain (く) of pain (くるしい), but a long time (长い长い), which means that luck is always by your side."

His face was very close, and he spoke slowly and clearly, and a shocking blue was revealed through the gap of the sunglasses.

Like a clear sky after rain, like a stream bottoming out.

Wujo stared blankly for a long time, motionless, as if he had stopped breathing.

It took a long time to squeeze out a sentence.

"This...isn't Wuqi's name?"

Wutiaowu: "..."

What do you mean! ?

Young Master Wutiao pinched his face in displeasure, "Why can't it be me??"

"It hurts, it hurts—"

Gojojiu covered his cheek that was pulled tearfully, Gojo Satoru subconsciously relaxed a little, and then listened to the grievance of the kitten.

"Because Wu is not so romantic at all..."

Wutiaowu: "..."

A cross appeared on Gojo Satoru's head, and the strength of his hands was a little heavier.

He vented his anger, and admitted with pouted lips, "Okay, I really didn't start it."

Wujojiu covered his face and blinked, "Who started that?"

Gojo Satoru sat down, put a small paper boat by the river, and said casually.

"It's my mother."

"When I was a child, I scared away a stray cat, and she said, let's name it."

"But—" Wujojiu also sat down beside him, "Didn't you already scare away?"

"Yeah, it's super weird!" Gojo Goichi raised his eyebrows and muttered, "Obviously all the cats have run away, so you don't find me a cat, but you tell me, let's give it a name first, so that we will meet again in the future." Then, you can call each other by name."

Wherever you go, talk to yourself.

At that time, the young master Wujo was already highly respected in the Wujo family because of his rapid mastery of spells and the awakening of the six eyes.

The father tasted the sweetness of power, indulged in the fresh world, and his schedule gradually became busy, while the mother stayed at home alone every day, dealing with the same chores day after day, lonely and mediocre.

Gojo Satoru is an important "asset" of the family. He was brought up by a nanny since he was a child, and he is surrounded by stars. He is not alienated from this woman who is connected by his blood, but he is not very close either.

It's just a cat.

Anyone else would probably buy him one right away, no matter how expensive it is.

After all, as long as the next Patriarch of the Wutiao family can remember himself, prosperity and wealth are not easy to grasp, so what is a mere cat?

For Gojo Satoru, there is nothing in this world that cannot be obtained casually like this.

But the woman just smiled and said—

[Then give it a name. 】

White oleanders are planted in the yard, and on the table is a hand-woven bamboo basket, pressed on a hand-woven woolen mat with a slightly earthy color scheme.

There were a few divided pieces of Xijiufu in the basket, and they were still steaming after they were taken out of the refrigerator.

The woman thought for a while and said seriously.

[Because you want him to stay, how about calling him "Wujojiu"? 】

[Just use "Jiu" in "Xi Jiu Fu" and "Jiu" in "Pray for long-term happiness". 】

At that time, Young Master Wutiao just felt baffled, but he didn't understand until a long, long time later.

——People, there will always be something that you can't get anyway.

Even Gojo Satoru is the same.

Gojojiu said "oh", took a piece of paper, and folded the boat according to Gojowu's movements.

"Then where is she now? Why haven't I seen her?"

Gojo Satoru put the candle on the boat, put it into the river, and pushed it lightly.

"Have you seen it, in that altar in the main hall."

Wujojiu's movements stopped.

That may have happened when he was five years old. The curser put a reward on him, trying to kill the future obstacle in the cradle. The obstacle himself was too strong to move, so he cursed the woman in front of him.

It is also very strange to say that a person who is usually so insignificant - after death, suddenly becomes important.

The funeral was held with great vigor, and the homeless father stayed at home for several days for the first time, causing the entire Wutiao family to wear sackcloth and mourning. For at least a month, everything they saw was black and white.

Gojo Satoru couldn't remember how he felt, and most likely he didn't feel anything. At that time, he still couldn't understand the importance of the concept of "mother".

Or, at that time, it was too easy for him to get everything, and he didn't know what was important.

He only remembered that his father had changed since that day.

That woman was like air when she was alive, she was everywhere and her existence could not be felt, but after she died, she showed her form, drawing a huge invisible gap between the two.

Then, the title changed from "Father" to "Wutiao Patriarch" and then to "Smelly Old Man".

Anyway, this person is less and less worthy of respect.

Gojo Satoru was in a trance recalling the memories, when suddenly he felt a drip of water dripping from the back of his hand.

Eh, is it raining?

He raised his head, the night sky was clear, the moon was shining brightly, and there was no sign of overcast clouds, and then he slowly shifted his attention to Wujojiu's face above the back of his hand.

Their eyes met - Wu Tiao Jiu's mouth was flattened, and the tears flowed even more fiercely.

Wutiaowu: "..."

Master Wutiao panicked.

"Hey, don't cry, no, why are you crying?"

Gojo Satoru searched for paper all over his body with a headache, but he didn't bring it with him, so he simply took off his coat, and simply and roughly wiped it on the cat's face.

Wutiaojiu didn't resist when he yelled at his face, and let him wipe it off without saying a word, only tears fell down like money.

Gojo Satoru was almost desperate, "Hey——"

Kitty raised his arm, wiped his face, and interrupted him with sobs, "...Enlightenment."

"I'll be here for a long time."

Gojo Satoru paused.

The sky is boundless night, behind is the endless river.

The dots of light are embedded in the blue velvet sky, corresponding to the lotus boat floating on the gurgling water. The flickering candlelight reflects reflections in the water and floats with the broken ripples.

But these can only be reduced to the background, Gojo Satoru felt the cool and soft skin sticking to his neck, Wujo Jiu didn't know when he came up, wrapped his arms around his neck, sat on his lap, in front of his body pour.

A light kiss fell between the lips, and tears rolled down, a little salty.

Gojo Gojo froze, then raised his hand and inserted it between the white hair, deepening the kiss.

"Yeah." He lowered his head and whispered, "I know."

At night, only the chirping of insects is the company.

Gojo Satoru hugged the kitty, put his chin on top of his head, looked at the boat lanterns on the river going away in droves, and thought about the kiss just now.

It seems that telling stories occasionally is also beneficial.

Thanks to the stinky old man, thanks to the Wujo family, and thanks to Kikufu...

Wait, Kikufuku?

Suddenly, as if struck by lightning, Gojo Satoru woke up with a start.

Happy, long and blessed.

--What's this.

Isn't this an opportunity for a living and perfect confession! ?

Perfect!

Gojo Satoru quickly took out his mobile phone, it was 58:2, and there were still [-] minutes before the float at [-]:[-].

enough.

When the floats are in full bloom, there will be a gift-giving session. The staff dressed up as Ebisu, the god of fortune, will sprinkle various small gifts to the passengers on both sides of the float.

At that time, reporters broadcast on TV will come to interview, and tourists who receive gifts can express their blessings in front of the camera.

At that time——Xia Youjie had this idea, so that Wu Tiaojiu would join him in the army.

Now, as part of Wutiao's perfect confession, this is not just right!

The right time, the right place, and the right people are here!

Thinking of that scene, the corners of Wujo Wu's mouth couldn't stop rising, he kissed Wujojiu on the face, and whispered in his ear.

"Wait for me, I'll be right back!"

The author has something to say: Master Wutiao has set a flag...=v=So

Countdown to the end of the last serious episode: 2 (probably)