Later, Gojo Satoru asked about the Ichi family, and Suzu answered honestly one by one.

Then, the marriage contract was inevitably mentioned, which was one of the reasons why she felt humble and unable to lift her head in front of Gojo Satoru.

Because she survived by relying on her marriage contract with Gojo Satoru.

Wujo Satoru pinched the corner of the page with his fingers and remained silent for a long time.

The clear light from the window reflected his expression indistinctly, and after a long time, I heard him laugh very lightly, "I just said, No matter how you look at it, the Yishi Family doesn't seem so powerful, and they can still fight in the future." Taking a name in the world of conjuration, it turned out that he did such a shameful thing."

Ling was stunned, but he didn't quite understand. His laughter was very weak, without much ups and downs, and he couldn't tell whether he was laughing or not.

Then, he put down the book in his hand.

Explained to her: "General conjurers can't determine their spells until they are about five or six years old, but the first family is quite special. It can be determined whether they are conjurers from birth, and the inheritance of spells is as high as 100%, so , although the spells of the Yi family are not very good, they are very famous in the magic world. After hearing you say that, I know that there is no such thing as 100%, but the children who did not inherit the spells were executed as soon as they were born. "

"..."

"As for the marriage contract you mentioned, you are the child of your mother's friend. Even if there is no such marriage contract, I will take good care of you. Take a step back and say, now that you are in Wutiao's house, even if you are an irrelevant person, I have the responsibility to protect you." Your safety. So you don't have to have too many burdens, when you grow up and have someone you want to marry, the engagement can be terminated at any time."

He spoke in a calm, natural way.

After finishing speaking, he picked up the book again and continued to read, and added a sentence after a while: "When you know the words almost, I will contact you to go to school, and you will meet many new friends by then."

"..."

He seemed to be aware of it, and raised his head, "Look at me in a daze, did you hear everything?"

Bell supported his head with his hands, and smiled at him, "I heard you."

"Then you don't say anything?"

"I'm waiting to see if you have anything else to say."

"No more, take your eyes back and don't stare at me in a daze."

"Oh."

She did spend a peaceful time in Wutiao's house, so peaceful that she thought that the month or so in Yishi's house was just a dream, a nightmare that could be forgotten upon waking up.

In the spring of the second year, the Wutiao family did start to contact her with the school.

And there is a driver to pick up and drop off school every day.

At first, she couldn't understand anything.

Although she has learned a lot of characters following Wutiao Wu, many things cannot be understood without knowing characters. Those novel thoughts, peculiar theories, and the intricate interpersonal relationships in school all made her feel strange and uneasy.

But still very happy.

Because these things did not give her a bad impression, it was like breaking into a garden that was competing for splendor just now, and after getting used to it slowly, she would find it very interesting.

However, one rainy day, the driver who came to pick her up was late and did not come for a long time.

When she was waiting at the school gate, the person who was waiting was her father whom she hadn't seen for almost a year, the head of a family.

The cold air of the rainy day wrapped around her body, and the moment her father appeared, she shivered from the cold.

Her father walked up to her and smiled at her, kindly, but looked terrible in her eyes, and once again awakened the memory that she had forgotten for more than a month.

"Zhiying, long time no see, are you homesick?"

Ling's body froze in place instinctively, not daring to move.

She was told rationally that she should follow the man's wishes and say that she was homesick, but she had already developed a habit of not wanting to lie because of Wujo Wu's saying that she didn't like to lie.

So, she bit the bullet, "...I don't want to."

Sure enough, Father's face turned cold, and even his smile became even colder, "You just like to talk irony, how can you not miss home after being away from home for so long? Come home with me today for a meal."

She couldn't escape, her father was a conjurer, and she was just an ordinary person without spells, so she had no chance of escaping in front of him.

She can only hope that the driver will come over soon.

However, my father saw her intention at a glance, and smiled: "Don't look, I used some tricks, and now there is a traffic jam on the way he came."

So that day, she got into her father's car, looked at the rain curtain outside the car window, and drove towards that nightmare-like cage.

The only good thing is that the father who doesn't like her doesn't intend to let her stay for a long time, he just has something for her to do.

He took her to his study, took out a sealed box from the layers of secret cabinets, and handed it to her, "I heard that you get along well with Liuyan from the Gojo family, you bury it around his room."

She looked at the sealed box and hesitated to take it.

Although her father didn't say what it was, she intuitively felt that it would be detrimental to Gojo Satoru.

Seeing through her hesitation, Father smiled again, "Don't want to do it?"

"Do you remember those people in your mountain village?

Bell looked at him warily, "Why did you mention them all of a sudden?"

Father put the box in her palm, "If you don't do what I say, I'll kill them all."

He patted her on the shoulder, "Have you figured it out?"

Ling stared at the box and asked worriedly, "What is this for?"

Father said, "Don't worry, it's just a small gift, I just want to surprise the Wujo family, so it can't be found out?"

Since it's just a small gift, there should be no problem, and it can be exchanged for the safety of the mountain village.

She put the box in her schoolbag and returned to Gojo's house.

As soon as he came back, he saw the driver admitting his mistakes in every possible way in the yard, and Wujo Satoru looked up and was the first to notice that she was back among the large crowd surrounded by Wujo.

He bypassed the nervous and uneasy driver standing in front of him, left a large group of people around him, and walked straight towards her.

The rain hasn't stopped yet.

It fell down along the eaves, even the air was slightly cool, and the corridor was crowded with people, it seemed that it was all because of her.

And the reason why so many people are paying attention to her matter is because Gojo Satoru is very concerned.

Wujo realized that she was in front of her, only took one look at her to confirm that she was not injured, and asked, "Where did you go?"

She was carrying a schoolbag, and the edges and corners of the box were still piercing through the first layer of the schoolbag.

"...my father, he came to see me."

Then, seeing that always indifferent face, she frowned slightly, almost invisibly.

He walked towards the room, "Come in first."

He didn't pursue the matter that the driver didn't pick her up, and the others dispersed, and the crowded corridor quickly cleared up.

After entering the room, Gojo Satoru gave her a blanket, "Put it on."

The bell took over and draped it over his shoulders, and his body immediately became much warmer. The warm heat in the room seemed to be another world, completely different from the cold rainy day outside.

Gojo Satoru didn't speak, nor did he urge him, as if he was just waiting for her to speak.

She pursed her lips, hesitated for a while, and took out the box in her schoolbag and put it on the table, "Father gave me this and asked me to bury it in your yard. If I don't do it, It will kill my family and friends who used to live with me."

He stretched out his hand and moved the box in front of him. He didn't open it, but just looked at it quietly for a while.

Then, he tapped his knuckles lightly on the table, "Give me the address, where you used to live."

"……Eh?"

He looked up at her, "I will keep an eye on the safety of your relatives and friends, and will not let them become a threat to you."

She was immediately grateful, but also very disappointed, "I don't know where it is... I just remember that the day my father picked me up, I took a long car ride and walked around the mountains for a long time before I came out."

"..."

He seemed to have a headache, "Then I'll think of a way."

"As for this." His thin eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, and when he raised them again to look at her, he saw a slight smile in his jewel-like eyes, "You chose to believe me , not your father, I am very happy."

Inexplicably, because of his glance, her heart paused for a moment.

Then he smiled, but tears fell from the corners of his eyes for some reason, and he couldn't control it.

Frightened by her sudden reaction, she hurriedly raised her hand to wipe it away, but the tears flowed more and more, and she became more and more flustered.

Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand, put a handkerchief against her face, covered her eyes, and gently wiped away her tears.

His tone was still calm and indifferent, "Don't be afraid, you can always trust me, as I said, with me, you don't have to be afraid of anything, just live with peace of mind."

He put his handkerchief into her hand and took out his book.

In the quiet room, there was only warm air left, and his subtle voice when he turned the pages of the book, it was like a world supported by him. It was raining heavily outside, and she hid in his world to avoid the rain.

It was half a year later that I heard from Yamamura again. In Tokyo, which has already entered winter, the weather is much colder.

The Wujo house has been very lively recently, but she is not the kind of person who likes to ask about gossip, so she doesn't know what other people are talking about.

The school assigns homework.

It's a composition about who you want to be.

She was lying on Wujo Wu's desk doing homework, biting the nib of the pen but unable to write. As for what kind of person she wanted to be, she only had Wujo Wu in her mind.

Since she left the mountain village and saw the outside world, to be precise, it was the person who left the deepest impression on her since she was born conscious.

All her good understanding of human nature seems to come from him.

So... a few minutes later.

Gojo Satoru put down the book and stared at her indifferently, "You should concentrate on your homework and don't look at me every few seconds."

"..."

Suzu continued to hang her head, sketching Gojo Satoru in her mind.

But after writing half a page, she tore up the homework paper, and she felt...she might not be able to become a person like Gojo Satoru in this life.

She began to reimagine a realistic composition.

Gojo Satoru noticed her tearing up her homework, "Why rewrite it?"

She was worried about how to write the essay, and asked, "Wu, what kind of person do you think I can be? This is the title of the essay, but I have no idea."

"Honesty, kindness, justice, isn't that how it is usually written?"

He said casually, still looking down at his book.

Ling wrote down the three words he said one stroke at a time, taking what he said as her own direction, "Then I will be an honest, kind and just person."

Gojo Wujo paused and glanced at her, "What I meant just now was to give you an idea, not a standard for you to be a person... Forget it, it's not a bad character."

He continued to read.

The composition that day was written very well, and after the homework was handed in, the teacher praised her for her good writing.

Her heart was bubbling with joy, and she repeated it over and over again, honesty, kindness, and justice, those are the qualities that Wujo Wu said, and they seemed to become extremely important.

Back at Wutiao's house, the atmosphere was still very lively. When Yukiko happened to be arranging flower beds, she couldn't help asking curiously, "What are you all busy with recently?"

While busy, Xuezi answered her: "Didn't Master Wu tell you? Next week is Master Wu's birthday, and everyone is preparing."

She was stunned for a moment, her eyes sparkled, and she quickly asked, "When is Wu's birthday?"

"number 7."

She counted with her fingers, and it seemed that it was too late to prepare a birthday present.

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