Illness Men's Manual

The action-minded Gojo Satoru went to buy a marble bed.

Wujo Satoru, who watched off with Wuzhi, who went out angrily, finally heaved a sigh of relief.

I have to say that Wujo Satoru in the dream is still easy to handle, after all, it is just a phantom of self-satisfaction.

She seemed to think of something, bent her sleeves and stepped on the biscuit floor, making a crisp sound.

If he went out, what kind of Gojo Satoru would he meet?

Thinking about it with Wuzhi, since this is Gojo Satoru's dream, there should be more interesting things, she said as she opened the candy cane on the door lock.

Even the air outside is sweet and greasy. She looked around for a week, and this place may be more beautiful than a fairy tale.

It even feels like taking an extra breath of air will exceed the sugar standard, and the milky white grass is swaying with the breeze.

There is a lake not far away, the color is very ordinary blue.

Why is the color here the most normal?

Thinking about it with Wuzhi, he walked over, the slightly raised skirt brushed the grass, and his steps were shining brightly.

"There's a... different breath."

She came to the lake and squatted down slightly, and found that the sweet air around her was instantly blown away, and there was a gust of cool wind.

There are sparkling ripples on the calm lake surface, the lake water is actually clearer and brighter than the sky outside, subconsciously think of those star-studded eyes.

The same color, the same fine streamer blooms in the fundus of the eyes.

Yuwuzhi stretched out his hand to gently touch the surface of the lake, and the ripples blurred layer by layer on his fingertips, like a mirror reflecting a certain figure.

She paused suddenly, and unexpectedly saw a different picture from the blue lake water.

Ripples rippling, unfolding a poetic and picturesque scene on the bottom of the water.

Lakeside, willow trees, spring in March.

A white-haired child in a yukata was lying on the tree.

The night breeze was slow, and even the wind couldn't bear to disturb the scene at this moment. The emerald green branches and leaves fit gently on his hair on his forehead, and the outline of a four, five or six-year-old child was delicate and indifferent.

That is... Gojo Satoru from childhood! ?

Yuri was surprised for a moment, and was instantly sucked into the lake by the sudden attraction.

***

The scarlet long bridge, the green shadows whirling.

The wings of the butterflies flit across the shadows of the flowers, and the sun is just right at this moment.

***

"Master!"

"Where are you! Master!"

The white-haired child on the tree trunk opened his eyes impatiently, and the world was instantly eclipsed in his eyes.

He sat up and stretched, but still did not respond to the servants.

As if sensing something, he raised his head slightly, and ripples appeared in the sky.

The mountain wind keeps on, and the branches and leaves don't stop.

Amid all the commotion, he saw a goddess descending from the sky.

The crimson clothes were completely wet, and water droplets fell on Lili's face, and her cheeks were like soaked suet jade, emitting a faint luster, with a look of shock and uncertainty.

It's a pity that I waited for the kimono.

The young white-haired child moved his eyes slightly and let out a soft snort.

Yuwuzhi shook the water droplets on her hair, but she didn't expect that the lake was the door connecting various dreams. She raised her head to meet those calm blue eyes.

With a very light desert color.

It is a bit colder than the lake in winter.

This is... Gojo Satoru from his childhood?

The white-haired child of Zhilan Yushu leaned on the branch, lowered his eyes softly, but looked down at her from above, and the dragonfly print on the white bathrobe swayed in the wind.

"Hello, servant."

It should be a very crisp voice, but he deliberately lowered it, trying to squeeze out the tone of a mature adult.

"Catch me."

And also very arrogant, of course.

What kind of dream would this be?

Thinking about it, Yuriori raised a soft smile and reached out to him.

"it is good."

The child version of Gojo Satoru seemed to be in a daze. He immediately looked back at her, raised his eyebrows, and jumped off from a very tricky angle with his hands on the tree trunk.

If it were an ordinary servant, he would catch him even if he risked his life.

But not with Mistweave.

She even withdrew her hand the moment the young Wujo Satoru jumped down.

thump--! ! !

The young Gojo Gojo fell firmly to the ground.

"you!?"

The white-haired child still had a shocked expression on his face, a willow leaf fell on his fluffy hair, his eyes were rounded, he looked embarrassed and cute.

"Pfft."

Yuwuori couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

After all, he is only a child, and he is the once-in-a-century Six Eyes in the family. He was pampered and raised like a star, when did he experience such grievances?

The eyes of the young Wujo Wutiao were filled with anger, and he grinned his teeth in pain but couldn't bear it, his round cat eyes immediately stood up: "You, you—?!"

"I'm sorry, because I'm wet, if I catch you, won't it wet your clothes?" You Wuzhi squatted down with a smile.

"Does it hurt?"

"Hmph, this height is nothing." The young Gojo Gojo squinted his eyes, stood up abruptly, and asked with a cold snort, "So you let me fall?"

"If the clothes on my body get wet, I will also be scolded, right?" Yu Wuzhi tilted his head and stretched out his hand, picked up the willow leaves on top of his head and threw them away.

"You let me fall because you were afraid of being scolded?"

The young Gojo Satoru, who had never suffered such grievances, opened his six eyes wide again, as clear and round as blue glass beads, full of unbelievable volume.

"Yeah, won't your clothes get wet and you won't be scolded?" Yuwuzhi laughed, pulled him up, and patted the grass clippings on his body.

The young Wujo Satoru did not block her with infinity, but frowned.

"Then why did you agree before?"

Yu Wuzhi raised his lips slightly, meaning to say: "It is to teach you not to trust other people's words easily, no matter what your status is."

"..."

After a long silence, the young Gojo Satoru raised a corner of his lips, "Interesting."

"You're not from here, are you?"

'Here' does not know whether it refers to the Gojo family or his dream.

"That's right." You Wuzhi nodded and admitted generously, and told him: "I was imprisoned by you. By the way, you also hate me when you grow up."

Wuori and Wuzhi will not have any scruples just because the other party is a child.

"Me?" The young Wujo Wu raised his head, with a strange expression, and asked very casually: "Why should I shut you up?"

"How do I know, maybe it's because I haven't figured out how to deal with me yet." Yu Wuzhi's eyes traced the child in front of him over and over again, such a character... seems different from the grown-up Gojo Satoru.

"Tch." As expected, he sneered and crossed his arms: "It's up to you?"

"You are still young, and you will be exposed to more... more unknown things in the future. At that time, you will discover..."

He was interrupted by Wuzhi before he finished talking, the young Wujo Wu shook off her hand, and his sleeves waved a beautiful and unruly arc in the air, like a glimpse of standing on the top of a snow-capped mountain, it was enough. Seal thousands of miles.

"It does not need."

"..."

Yuri was dumbfounded, but his defiant personality didn't change much, so he followed his words and continued: "That's right, at that time you will find that you are still at the apex of humanity."

"It's not just standing above humans." The young Gojo Satoru corrected her.

"No, it's just human beings." Yuwuzhi did his part, and even his tone became cold, he stood up and looked down at him with his height advantage: "There is no apex in the world, and no one can stand on it."

"Even your Gojo Satoru."

"..."

The young Gojo Gojo smiled.

The silent smile seemed to be mocking her ignorant speech at this time.

Yuwuzhi pursed his lower lip, how could this old-fashioned kid become more childish as he grew up?

The young Gojo Satoru did not answer, but commanded arrogantly: "Send me to the inner room."

"Where is the inner room?"

"..."

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It seems that I have really become a member of the Wujo family.

After all, it is his dream, and everything can be changed according to his will, regardless of logic, sequence, cause and effect, this is the most difficult part of the dream.

The wayward young master suddenly wanted to go outing to enjoy the flowers.

Yuwuzhi was given high hopes by other servants, and was responsible for taking care of this moody young master. Against the worried eyes, Yuwuori calmly carried a food box and went out behind the young Wujo Wu.

This road is full of cherry leaves and sleeves full of falling flowers.

And the white-haired child walking in front seemed to be in the snow, going to a spring feast alone.

Yuwuzhi couldn't help but stop, he seemed to be aware of it, and when he looked back, he raised his jaw and looked back. Clusters of cherry blossoms fell between the pure white hair, and there was a sense of melting snow.

"Just here."

Under the cherry blossom trees is the most suitable for viewing flowers.

The rebellious white-haired child glanced at her, pointed to the lake in the distance, and said calmly, "I want to be there."

"it is good."

Agree with Wuzhi.

After laying out the tablecloth, I took out stacks of exquisite desserts from the food box, such as wagashi, cherry cakes, yokan, etc., and of course Gojo Satoru's favorite Daifuku.

"So many are all sweets..." Yu Wuzhi couldn't help sighing.

The young Gojo Satoru turned his head to look at the lake, with a desolate appearance. It is hard to imagine that he would have such a personality when he grew up. What made him grow up to have such an appearance?

Even if people are surrounded by thousands of people, they are indifferent.

But she avoided it but was always pestered by this guy.

Is this Wujo Satoru?

Yuri opened a jar of colorful glass bottles, which were filled with cute candies like little stars, and curiously took one out and put it in his mouth.

So sweet.

The young Gojo Satoru immediately turned his head and stared at her: "Bold, how dare you steal food in front of the master?"

Yuwuzhi blinked his eyes, followed the slowly falling petals and said, "I didn't eat it stealthily, I ate it openly."

After speaking, he twisted a small star and handed it to him, asking, "What is this?"

Gojo Satoru, who was as big as a little ghost, rolled his eyes, put his hands in his sleeves and didn't take it, turned his head: "Jin Pingtang."

After that, he glanced around the tablecloth, and seeing that Yuriri ate on his own and completely ignored him, the white-haired boy said angrily, "Hey, don't eat it."

Yuriori put down the dessert cleanly, and looked around: "Since you don't want to eat, come and play."

"Can you release paper kites?"

"..."

"I will, huh? In the past, those noble women loved to release paper kites."

"..."

The white-haired boy still put his hands firmly into his sleeves, sitting on the grass, looking indifferently at the girl who put the paper kite not far away.

I started to play, without the consciousness of being trapped in a dream at all.

What noble women, and kites are kites, why use such old-fashioned words.

I saw the transparent thread swaying and falling in the opponent's hand a few times, the kite was flying high along the wind, and the corners of Yuzhi's mouth were also drawn into a gentle arc.

Haven't felt this relaxed in a long time.

"Hey, bring the kite to Master Ben."

Seeing her having a good time, Gojo Satoru became more and more upset, and opened his mouth suddenly.

He paused with Wuzhi, rolled up the hair around his ears with his fingertips, looked back at him, and elongated his soft tone: "If you remove the title of young master and add a word of please, I will give it to you. "

What a joke, she is not a servant of the Wutiao family.

Can it be so easily driven by this brat?

Gojo Satoru twitched his lips and sneered, "Really."

"Then bring me the kite."

"..."

The smile with Wuzhi gradually disappeared: "..."

Good guy, Gojo Satoru was not able to speak human language, so it was developed from an early age.