The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

In the first few days, Ling was still uneasy.

Her sleep became extremely shallow, and she would be awakened by the slightest movement. After listening carefully to the sound of the wind blowing through the tree branches outside the window, she realized that she was nervous again.

Waking up like this repeatedly for several days, Ling couldn't sleep well at night, and she seemed to be in a poor state of mind during the day.

From that day on, Gojo Satoru taught her how to read every day.

She almost failed to get up in the morning, and when she woke up, it was already much late. Ling hurried to Gojo Satoru's room with panic on her face, and she felt that she would definitely be scolded.

The servant waited for her at the door, and seeing her sweaty head running over in a hurry, he quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe her sweat.

She tentatively asked: "Master Wu, what is he doing now?"

Maybe it was because the fear in her fluttering eyes was too obvious, the servant could see what she was worried about at a glance, and smiled at her comfortingly: "Master Wu is reading, don't worry, Master Wu has never lost his temper, he I won't blame you."

Only then did she reluctantly breathe a sigh of relief. After the panic subsided, guilt surged up instead.

Gojo Satoru set aside his own time to teach her how to read, but she was still late...

After the servant wiped the sweat off her forehead, she secretly took a deep breath and walked into Gojo Satoru's room.

He sat down at the seat opposite Gojo Satoru.

He lowered his eyes from the beginning to the end, looking down at the book in his hand, without raising his eyelashes, his eyebrows were pale, and he couldn't distinguish between emotions and anger, just like usual.

He was silent and didn't speak.

"..."

"...Master Wu."

Cautiously, she tried to speak.

He pinched a page of the book, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at it calmly: "Actually, you don't have to call me that."

"...Then what's my name?"

"Name."

Bell pinched her knuckles uneasily, racking her brains to think about how the old servant of the Yi family taught her.

Is it called a surname plus an honorific title?

But... Gojo Satoru's meaning seems to be that he doesn't like adding honorific names very much.It would be a little strange if it was only called by the surname, because there are many people with the surname Wutiao here, and it is easy to not tell who she is talking about.

So, does Gojo Satoru mean to only call him by his first name?

She's still stuck here.

Gojo Satoru had let the matter go, he just said it casually, just hearing her make him feel uncomfortable like the other servants, not as much as she thought.

It's just a name change, you can change it to anything you want, anyway, just don't call him like a servant.

Then, the little girl who was entangled tried to speak, "Wujo Wu."

"..."

Gojo Gojo paused for a moment, and finally raised his head from the book this time.

Those blue eyes as calm as glaciers also showed a little speechless expression.

Wujo Wutiao stared straight at her, which made her suddenly think, isn't it inappropriate to call her that?

Amidst her uneasiness, he spoke again: "Don't call me by my first name, it's even more strange."

"……That?"

He looked at her, "Is my name ugly?"

"No, it's not unpleasant." She suddenly wondered.

"Can't you read this word?"

"I will." She was even more puzzled, of course she could read it, didn't she just say his name again.

"Then you read it again."

She quickly proved that she could really read, and quickly replied: "Enlightenment."

"Well, we'll call it that from now on."

"……Eh?"

He tapped on the table, "Bring over the paper and pen, and write down the few words you taught yesterday."

His topic changed quickly, Ling was stunned for a second, and hurriedly went to find paper and pen.

In this gap, I heard him say again, "It's too late if you get up late, so don't rush over here."

In the afternoon, on the way back to the room through the garden, Ling saw a small blue flower, which was so faint that it was almost inconspicuous among the gorgeous flowers.

But she saw the little flower at a glance.

Brilliant blue, slenderly swaying and blooming in the wind.

She squatted and looked at it for a long time, and she probably felt that it was because the color of this little flower resembled Gojo Satoru's eyes that she liked it so much.

When the servant came, she was still squatting there looking at the little flower.

She came over, "Miss I like these flowers?"

Ling pointed to the little blue flower, "I'm looking at this, it's very pretty."

"Huh? I thought you were looking at roses."

She stared at the little flower, "I just kept thinking, I want to take it back and put it in the room, so I can see it every day, but if I take it off, it will wither, that way Isn't it better to let it continue to grow here? At least I can come and see it every day."

The servant sighed and explained: "This flower is a wild flower that grows by myself. It may be shoveled off when the garden is cleaned up in a few days. If Miss I likes it, she can pick it back."

That afternoon, she still didn't pick the little blue flower back.

It's not that she doesn't want to have it, it's just that she doesn't want to watch it wither.

Although it will eventually be shoveled off when cleaning the lawn, she doesn't want to see it wither in her hands.

After nightfall, before going to bed, Ling smelled a strange fragrance in the room.

The fragrance is very light, soft and gentle, and it smells inexplicably calming down.

Just when the servant came in, she couldn't help asking, "Did you smell a fragrance?"

The servant smiled at her, "Ah, that, is Miss I used to smelling it?"

She nodded honestly, "It smells good."

"That's what Young Master Wu ordered. This incense can soothe the mind and help you sleep." The servant turned his back to her, fiddling with something on the table, and when he finished speaking, he also finished what he was doing.

She turned around, holding a flowerpot in her hand, and asked Ling: "Miss I, where do you want to put this potted plant?"

In the flower pot was the little blue flower that she squatted and looked at all afternoon.

At this time, it is blooming vigorously in the flowerpot, and under the light, it is filled with soft blue.

She took the flower pot from the servant in surprise, and held it for a long time, unable to put it down, "You are so smart, how did you come up with this idea?"

The servant chuckled, "Of course this is not the way I thought of, it's Master Wu."

"..."

She hugged the flower pot, and the surge in her heart was like a rushing river, and she was the dying person who had been thirsty for a long time.

After the servants left, she also turned off the light to go to bed.

The room was lingering with light incense, and in the hazy moonlight, the potted plant was placed on the window sill, and its slender flower branches swaying and blooming could be vaguely seen.

She pulled the quilt over her head, and finally couldn't hold back her tears.

It was rare for her not to wake up in the middle of the night that night, and had a lengthy dream.

She dreamed of when she was in a small mountain village.

Grandma is getting older and her mobility is becoming more and more inconvenient, so many of the things she desires can only be stuffed in her heart, and she looks enviously at the children of the same age in the village.

But it was still very happy at that time. There were less than ten families in total, and the children in the village liked to play with her. Despite the lack of family affection, she was still treated with kindness.

When the picture turned, she saw Gojo Satoru standing under the eaves in the morning light against the light.

The wind chime hung high, making a crisp sound.

He turned around lightly, and he said, I don't like people lying to me.

The him at that moment was the first time she saw what people called the noble young master of the Wutiao family. She was so nervous and frightened that even her palms were trembling.

She thought he should be arrogant, condescending, difficult to get along with, and impossible to offend.

All of her responses were cautious and humble, for fear that if he was upset, she would suffer greater punishment.

But he was softer than anyone she had met so far, yes, softer.

Although his brows and eyes are cold and his eyes are so indifferent that there is no emotion, but he gives people the feeling of gentleness.

No one has ever noticed her every thought in such a detailed way.

And, she responded every time.

there has never been.

I slept well that night, I don't know if it was the effect of the incense, or because of the boy who gave her ointment, writing, incense, and potted plants.

She no longer had nightmares because of thinking about the first family for more than a month, and she completely believed that as long as she wanted, she could stay here forever, without worrying about going back to the first family.

She began to try to open her heart to get along with everyone, and gradually began to smile more. Xuezi would occasionally say that she has become more cheerful, which is a good thing.

Occasionally, when he is bold, he will put a bouquet of small flowers on Gojo Satoru's table.

She didn't dare to pick the flowers planted in the yard, so she could only pick some beautiful wild flowers.

Then he pretended to be nonchalant and observed Gojo Satoru's reaction.

Gojo Satoru only took one look, then looked at her without any suspense, and also saw through her thoughts of not daring to pick the flowers, "If you have flowers you like, you can pick them directly."

Having lived in Wujo's house for a long time, I probably understood that with Wujo Wu's permission, basically no one would object.

So she boldly picked the most beautiful one and put it on Gojo Wu's table.

Gojo Satoru hadn't arrived yet, but Xuezi saw it when she came over to clean up the table. She was taken aback, with a frightened expression on her face: "This, this is the plant that the Patriarch just transplanted... that plant..."

"Xuezi, what's the matter?" Gojo Satoru's voice came from behind.

Xuezi quickly cast a look of help to Gojo Wu as if he had found the backbone: "Master Wu, I don't know who picked this flower and put it here. If the Patriarch finds out, he will be furious."

"..."

She stood there with a pale face, knowing from Xuezi's reaction that she had caused trouble, she admitted with a pale face, "Yes... I picked it."

Xuezi opened his mouth wide in surprise, and asked Gojo Wu for help again: "Master Wu, how should I explain this to the Patriarch?"

"Explain what? I just pick it off if I like it, can't I?"

Xuezi froze for a moment, then couldn't laugh or cry, "Yes, Master Wu can pick it if he likes it, and the Patriarch won't do anything."

Xuezi stepped back and left after clearing the table.

Gojo Satoru sat down and saw that she was still standing there, "Why are you standing there?"

She sat down anxiously, and after a long while, said in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry."

"Why did you just admit it directly? If you don't say it, I'll just say that I picked it, and it doesn't take so much talking."

"Because... I don't want to be hated by you."

He was slightly stunned, "Why do I hate you?"

"Didn't you say that you don't like people lying to you?"

"..."

He put the book down.

Those glacier-like eyes, in the light of the morning, were as clear as cold and expensive gems.

He looked at her indifferently, "So you were not raised in a separate courtyard of a family from a young age, right?"

"..."

She pinched her thigh, remembering her father's ferocious face when he threatened her, she began to sweat coldly on her palms, she didn't know when she was exposed, she didn't dare to think about how she would be punished by her father.

But she didn't want to lie to Gojo Satoru, so she admitted it tremblingly, "Yeah."

"You don't have to be afraid. If someone makes things difficult for you, you can tell me."

"……Um."

"Don't cry, it's ugly."

"..." The eyes that were wet just now opened wide, and forced back the tears.