The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

Gojo Satoru took Zhiying to his dormitory.

She habitually walked behind Gojo Satoru, chasing his back just like she chased the light all year round.

However, the Gojo Satoru in front of him, who had grown up a lot, kept holding her wrist, so she walked beside him all the way.

When he arrived at his dormitory, he opened the door and let her in first.

After she came in, she looked around the dormitory very curiously, and then realized that such a scrutiny might make him feel that he was being peeped, so she quickly withdrew her gaze.

"Sakura branch."

"Ah...? Hmm! What's wrong?"

"What to eat?"

"I have no idea……"

She stood in front of him, a little embarrassed, but Wujo Satoru in front of him kept smiling at her, which made her feel more intimate and less nervous.

So I couldn't help but speak a little more boldly - point, "Is there anything to eat here?"

"There are ingredients in the refrigerator, I can make them for you." He went to the kitchen, flipped through the things in the refrigerator, and began to think about what Ling Yao likes to eat, but she didn't seem to be very picky about food.

After several years of marriage, Ling Yao has gotten used to his pampering, and occasionally asks him for it.

But Zhi Ying, who was only five years old, probably obeyed him, she would eat whatever he said for lunch.

During the moment when he was thinking about what to cook for her, she stood there in a daze, quietly.

He looked over and saw her standing at the door of the kitchen with a dumbfounded expression on her face, full of astonishment.

He suddenly felt that she was cute like this when she was a child, so he took out the ingredients and walked over.

Because the five-year-old Zhiying was too small, he squatted down in front of her before talking to her: "What are you thinking?"

"me,……"

She seemed to lack oxygen in her brain, and she didn't speak a complete sentence for a long time.

He thought it was fun for her to look silly like this, and smiled with his chin propped up, "Surprised that I can cook?"

She nodded again and again, "Yes."

"I really didn't know it before. I learned some simple methods after I went to the high school of conjuration. Sometimes when I came back too late, I would make something to eat by myself." He patiently explained to her.

Under her ignorant and attentive gaze, he smiled at her, his bright blue eyes shining brightly, with a meaning she couldn't understand, "Later, because I wanted to raise a stupid kitten, I learned More."

She has never raised a cat, nor has she ever seen a cat, but she will not doubt what Gojo Satoru said, thinking that cats eat the same food as humans.

So she tried her best to understand, "Are cats picky eaters?"

"That's not true. This cat is easy to feed. I can eat whatever I want, but I like to watch her eat, so I want to make something delicious and let her eat more."

Zhiying nodded half-understanding, "Oh."

After Gojo Satoru finished speaking, he stood up and started cooking for Zhiying.

"Can I watch here?" She raised her head and asked carefully.

She rarely made demands on him, but Gojo Satoru in front of her gave her a very special feeling, as if no matter what she said, he would agree, there was a sense of connivance that made her feel that she could relax a little.

But she still didn't dare to be too presumptuous, and asked in a very low voice, as if she was afraid that he would hear it. If he didn't hear it, then just pretend she didn't say anything...

"sure."

His tone was casual.

Then she lowered her eyebrows and glanced at her, seeing that her head was only reaching the table, "But can you see it?"

"..."

"...only a little bit."

He asked, "You can only see a little?"

"... Then, then I won't read it."

"Come back." He said quietly.

Zhiying had already turned around and stopped obediently, and walked back to his side.

He was cutting the vegetables without looking at her, and said with a slight smile in his tone, "It's not that I don't want you to watch, and I don't think you're in the way here. You can stay here if you want to watch, and play outside if you don't want to—for a while, how about you?" It’s okay to choose, do what you want to do most.”

"..."

She didn't speak again, but she didn't leave either.

Gojo Satoru didn't bother with her anymore, only the sound of cooking was left in the kitchen, and the mist from the boiling water covered the blurred light, crushing the dust in the silence into stardust that was hard to ignore.

After a while, she slowly relaxed from the restraint, and looked at him a little more courageously.

At first she was still afraid that he would discover her peeking, but later she found that no matter how many times she watched, Gojo Satoru didn't seem to notice, and she began to look at him a little bit more.

In the end, she began to stand on her feet looking at the bubbling hot water in the pot.

Can't help being curious, "Wu cooks delicious food."

He deliberately teased her, "Compared to the uncle in Wutiao's kitchen?"

Of course he knew that Zhiying liked the chef of the Gojo family very much, she didn't express much, but the thoughts in her heart were always written in those clear eyes, which could be seen through at a glance.

After hearing his question, she frowned slightly, as if she was making a choice, but in the end she said honestly: "I don't know, I haven't eaten Wu's food yet, so I can't compare."

"Do you know what the answer I want to hear?" He raised his eyebrows, deliberately teasing her.

She shook her head, "I don't know."

Then he thought of something and said, "I won't lie, I'm very honest."

He couldn't help laughing, "If you really think that the uncle in the kitchen cooks better food, when I ask who you like better, I hope you answer that you like me."

"...?" She listened in a daze, half understanding.

She frowned in distress, "But...doesn't Wu dislike me lying in front of you?"

"It wouldn't be a lie when I asked you if you liked me more or someone else."

"……Oh."

Gojo Satoru washed his hands, and after lunch was ready, he took out clean dishes and served it up.

When she was about to take it out, she saw that Zhi Ying was still frowning slightly, standing there with a troubled and troubled face.

"Zhiying." He called out, pulling her back to God, "Come out for dinner."

"……,Um!"

She followed Gojo Satoru and came out of the kitchen.

The dining table was not big, and Gojo Satoru was sitting opposite her, and the soup in the bowl was still a little hot, so she had to eat the cold vegetables first.

And Gojo Satoru—holding his chin with his hands, looked at her lazily across the way, his brows and eyes were bent, as if he was looking at something very interesting.

Watching her chewing, she asked, "Answer—take me, is it the uncle who likes the kitchen more or me?"

She swallowed and said, "Wu's cooking is delicious."

"I didn't ask you if it tastes good?"

"Then..." She frowned, thinking in a difficult way, and after a while, she asked slowly, "Can Wu know how to make dessert?"

He squinted his eyes, "Yes. ——Red Bean Cake, too."

Zhiying's eyes lit up—"Then I like Wu even more!"

He curled up his fingers and tapped her forehead, and said angrily: "I see that you only like red bean cakes, if I don't, you will choose Uncle Kitchen, right?"

She remembered what Gojo Satoru said in the kitchen just now, and felt a little uneasy: "Should I not say that...?"

"It's good to know."

"Then I like Wu better, even without the red bean cake."

He chuckled softly, "You still like yourself better."

"……Oh."

Gojo Satoru didn't talk to her again, and she was very quiet while eating.

He wasn't a very lively character in the first place, but he was taught the rules of etiquette strictly when he was in a family. When he was eating, he sat upright, with lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes, just like the ancient clan in the painting.

Every bite is very small, and the chopsticks are chewed without making a sound, just like a doll.

When he was young, he could see through many things just by relying on his six eyes, but he didn't have a deep understanding of human emotions.

He always knew that she was secretly looking at him.

She also knew that she was restless, nervous, and worried. She was always very restrained in front of him, and she was cautious even when speaking. She was extremely dependent on herself, but she was extra careful.

But at that time, he couldn't understand why she had these emotions.

He only thought that she was afraid of the shadow that the family gave her, so he took care of her as much as possible. She did spend a period of carefree time in the Wutiao family, but he could still sense her anxiety.

At that time, he could not understand her anxiety.

It wasn't until later that she regained her memory that she knew from Ling Yao's mouth that her uneasiness came from her—the fear of losing him all along.

He left her at Wutiao's house and gave her a stable environment, hoping that she would grow up here safely, but he didn't understand that she was always afraid that one day she would lose herself.

Afraid of saying the wrong thing, afraid of doing the wrong thing, afraid of disappointing him, afraid of making him unhappy, afraid that he will stop caring about her if he loses patience.

Zhiying won't be able to stay here for too long, and he doesn't know if she will remember what happened here after she goes back.

But he hoped that in this short, interlude-like time, he could make her happy-something.

"I'm stuffed."

She didn't put down the bowl and chopsticks until she swallowed the last bite of food, and spoke.

——raised her head, facing Gojo Satoru's eyes, he stared straight at her, she was stunned for a moment, "Did I... did something wrong?"

"No." He leaned over slightly, and took out a marker pen from the side drawer.

"Today Zhiying is very good, so I will give you a reward." He stretched out his hand to her, and spread his palm, "Give me your arm."

She blinked slowly - eyes, still doing as he said.

The wrist was in his palm.

Still young, her arms are small and thin, with soft white skin, and they are so delicate that one hardly wants to use force when holding them in the palm of her hand.

He took off the cap of the marker and drew a small flower near the base of her ring finger.

"Don't worry about making me unhappy by doing the wrong thing or saying the wrong thing, and don't worry that I will disappoint you. No matter what you do, I will never leave you. With me, you can do whatever you want. "

After finishing the last stroke, he let go of her hand.

She looked at the little flower on her ring finger blankly but joyfully.

He looked at the undisguised happiness in her eyes, and said slowly: "After waking up, if you can still see this little flower, it means that everything that happened here is real. Then, what I said, you can also see it." -Must remember-"

Her eyes were all on the flower of her ring finger, and when she heard him say that she must remember, she raised her head subconsciously, "What?"

He rubbed her head, "It doesn't matter if you like yourself a little more, if you are a little bit willful."

And the head in the palm of his hand was almost in a daze at the same time as his hand was rubbing it over, his eyes were empty, as if his IQ had been completely wiped out.

He patted, "Did you hear that?"

She snapped back to her senses, "Listen...I heard it."

... Wu actually rubbed her head.

It was hard for her to ignore the strange throbbing in her heart, she just felt that this moment was extremely long, and even the air turned into gentle warmth.

Those eyes looking at her were as blue as ever.

However, what is different from what I usually see is that the reflection on the icy blue lake is full of her dumbfounded appearance.

"Master Wu...I have called Miss Yishi many times, but I really don't know what happened today, I couldn't wake up."

"Ah."

"Why don't you eat by yourself first, and let the kitchen do it alone after Miss Shi wakes up."

"No, I'll go in and have a look."

"..."

"Sakura branch."

She rubbed her forehead and slowly opened her eyes, hearing footsteps outside the door slowly walking towards her.

She opened her eyes.

The familiar room was her room in Wujo's house, and the figure coming from the door against the light stopped when she saw that she had woken up.

His voice was cold and calm, like the cool water of a lake, calm and unwavering, "Are you feeling unwell today?"

It is Wujo Satoru.

She woke up from the sleepiness in an instant, and replied: "No, I just slept for a long time by accident."

"Then get up and eat."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked out.

Zhiying lifted the quilt and got out of bed, but when she was putting on her shoes, she saw a small flower painted on her ring finger.

She stared blankly at the little flower for a long time.

But she had slept for too long, she was afraid that she would dissatisfy Gojo Wu if she dawdled for a while, so she changed her shoes quickly.

— When he left the room, he didn't expect Gojo Satoru to still be standing in the corridor.

Hearing her come out, I looked back at her, "Are you really feeling well?"

"No." She hurriedly followed Wujo Gojo's footsteps, walking behind him habitually.

The light in the corridor was clear, and this quiet afternoon was no different from usual. His back was straight, and the tips of his silver-white light-colored hair were blowing slightly in the wind, like stars shining.

The wind chimes on the eaves made sporadic sounds.

She looked at the little flower on her ring finger again, and suddenly remembered the pair of eyes staring at her, like the gentle sky and the calm deep sea.

"... Enlightenment."

The person in front tilted his head slightly, "What."

"Can I have red bean cake today?"

He paused for a moment, wondering why she would take the initiative to ask for it today, but he didn't delve into it, "I'll ask Xuezi to tell the chef later."

"Thank you Wu."

"Just red bean cake?"

"Ok!"