Illness Men's Manual

"Ah, is this here?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also bent down and picked up one of the prayer cards to look at. The prayer cards here all have similar wishes written on them.

"Prayers that have been fulfilled will be engraved as plaques and hung here, which is different from the prayer plaques hung in general shrines, which are for the gods to listen to."

Yuwuzhi handed him a wooden sign.

It was still the familiar wooden plaque with a red background, and there was a strong sense of color difference against the slender white fingertips, and Zhong Yuanzhong also looked a little dazzled.

There was nothing on the wooden sign, and when he reached out to take the wooden sign, he accidentally touched her fingertips.

"I still owe you a wish. If you have anything you want to do, you can write it on it."

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised the sign lightly, lowered his eyelashes slightly, unable to see his thoughts clearly, and let the orange hair slide to the side of the ears and face, and the cobalt blue pupils flickered twice.

"Any wish...is it okay?"

The sharp eyebrows of the orange-haired young man were softened, light and shadow danced on his dazzling hair, and the handsome facial features were surrounded by that strand of curly orange hair.

Like a person favored by the sun.

But he failed to get the favor this time.

"It's too outrageous." Yuwuzhi said indifferently, she would be impolite if she said something like I want to become a god again.

Zhongyuan Zhong also put away the wooden sign with a guilty conscience, and muttered a few words: "It seems that there is nothing too much."

Like a carefully collected red thread, the other end leads to the endless sky.

Her black hair was hanging down Yu Wuzhi's shoulders like tassels, and she was slowly looking up into the distance, just like the white epiphyllum blooming in front of him little by little.

At this moment, the wind lifted the hair.

The cold breath of the mountain stream rushed over.

"correct."

Yuwuzhi turned back to interrupt the other party's ecstasy, and looked at him.

"What, what's wrong?"

His jaw tightened suddenly, feeling inexplicably nervous and helpless.

"Don't you want to donate to the shrine?"

Yuwuzhi blinked slightly, and pointed to the bluestone steps not far away. Behind the layers of torii gates, there seems to be a path leading to another lost place.

"Right there, checks are not accepted."

"..."

Nakahara Chuya: "...Oh."

After returning with Kiriori and Nakahara Nakaya, the project of Rimei and Hanayu is also over.

Xia Youjie kindly took Zhongyuan Zhongya to continue the tour, but Wuzhi found that the white-haired cat who had been arguing to come before had disappeared.

Where have you been?

No clue, no hints.

Yuwuori gathered his cuffs thoughtfully, and walked slowly towards a dark path.

Passing through layers of luxuriant branches and leaves, finally a back mountain covered with white flowers appeared in front of her.

She reached out and picked off a bunch of white cherry blossoms, smelling the faint fragrance.

Large pieces of immaculate white petals are scattered around the courtyard and the shrine. When the wind blows, it is like frost and snow sprinkled down, dyeing the hair and shoulders light white.

"Wow, that's amazing."

Completely submerged in the frost and snow, the white-haired young man happened to be standing under the most powerful cherry blossom tree, and the undisguised wonder in his eyes turned out to be the uncanny workmanship of these cursed spirits.

Gojo Satoru looked back with a smile on his lips, raised a finger and asked, "Can we hold a cherry blossom viewing event here next time?"

The answer with Wuzhi was fluent: "No."

"The flowers that only bloom here will disappear once you go out."

"I know, that guy said it's a curse spirit, but it's actually more like some kind of elf existence?" Gojo Satoru crossed his arms, and he could sense the natural aura of Hua Yu.

Unlike the pure white boy beside it, he can still distinguish the complete curse aura.

"They are all my angels."

Yuwuzhi told him clearly where these curses belonged.

"Having said that, those curses are also caused by malice. Of course, I have no objection if they can stay here forever, but has Kirori-chan thought about what will happen to them after they come into contact with the human world?"

Yuwuori reached out to catch a petal, and pinched it in the palm of his hand.

"If Kirori-chan's envoy will cause great harm to human beings in the future, is it okay?" Gojo Satoru leaned on the tree trunk, and his light words seemed to be talking about today's weather.

"..."

Falling silent with Kiriori, she was confident enough to keep these curses under control.

But she didn't need to answer this question at all. When Wujo Satoru questioned the ideas of different positions, it was impossible for him to get the answer that both parties wanted to hear.

So what did he want to hear.

Is it a compromise and friendly agreement that crosses the barrier, or is it a declaration that expresses one's own position?

And Kiriori fell into deep thought.

She once said that Wujowu is a person who is extremely easy to make progress.

"This kind of silence is really disturbing." Gojo Satoru sighed softly, looked up at the top of the tree, his eyes were filled with memories: "Is this tree very similar to the one in my family? "

Yuwuzhi acquiesced in this way of diverting the topic, frowned and looked over, "Where does it look like?"

One is a ginkgo tree and the other is a cherry tree.

Two trees with very different seasons.

"Height, I'm talking about height." Gojo Satoru gestured a few times with his hands, and continued to look up carefully, his smooth jawline extending into the white shirt.

Really high.

Such a tall cherry blossom tree is quite rare.

"It seems that only one person can sit at the top." Wujo Wu murmured, the mountain wind blowing from all directions scattered the hair on his forehead, and also knocked down the rain of cherry blossoms.

Gojo Satoru's figure disappeared as soon as he finished speaking.

Yuwuzhi raised his head slightly, and looked at the white-haired young man sitting on the top with a blank expression. The not-so-slender branches could just support him alone.

Then, like a child, he waved to Kiriori on the ground.

"Hey--!"

Gojo Satoru shouted at her.

"..."

Suddenly, Kiriori had a bad feeling.

"If I fall, you have to catch me—!"

"!?"

Yuwuzhi was so scared that he couldn't help but take a half step back, what a joke! ?

Ask her to catch a 1.9-meter-grown man? !

Even if she has the ability, she doesn't want to do such a thing, okay! ?

Gojo Wujo saw her move half a step back with sharp eyes, and smiled more and more happily, and then happily opened his arms to embrace Shanfeng and Luoying.

The excessively fair skin and the petals complemented each other, and his snow-colored eyelashes gradually blurred the emotions in his eyes, making the smile at this moment unclear.

And Kiriori had never seen Gojo Satoru like this.

It's not a hearty smile, nor a smile with deep meaning, but it's like blue ink smudged in the mountains and forests, everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, the adult with arms outstretched suddenly fell forward.

In a hugging gesture, to embrace everything he has now.

What followed was a fall.

"you!?"

Yuwuori's light black pupils contracted uncommonly, because she noticed that Gojo Satoru did not have any opening spells, nor did he have any fluctuations in mana power.

He just fell down like that.

No matter how good the body is at this height, it is impossible to land in this posture and still be safe.

What was he thinking about? !

He seemed to be enjoying the thrill of falling at a high speed, but he didn't close his eyes.

But Yuri closed his eyes, and the moment he lifted his fingertips, he tangled the cherry blossoms surrounding each other into a cloud shape, and that figure suddenly fell into the fluttering petals.

With a muffled groan, he fell into the flowers.

After getting close to Kiriori, he squatted down slightly and waved the petals, revealing that familiar face.

He blinked his blue eyes, didn't show the obedient smile after he succeeded, and said before Wuzhi scolded him: "Why did you catch me this time?"

"what?"

Wuzhi was taken aback.

"Obviously he let me fall like that back then, but he caught me this time. Could it be that I was not cute when I was a child?"

"..."

She remembered.

In the dream, the young Gojo Satoru jumped down from the tree, but Yuri, who had promised to catch him, took a step back and let him fall to the ground.

He really did remember it.

These pictures that seemed to be disordered in time and space gradually formed a complete picture in her mind, and those memories left countless traces that could not be erased like dried up fireworks.

Rounding it up, she actually appeared in Gojo Satoru's childhood.

To use dreamy and beautiful rhetorical techniques, she happened to meet Gojo Satoru in the gap of time and space, running through his entire memory.

"how about you."

Gojo Satoru, who was buried deep in the falling cherry blossoms, heard her rhetorical question, and was surrounded by faint smells, cherry blossoms and her breath.

He took an exaggerated breath.

"Why did you fall down twice?"

Yuri lowered his eyes, and waved away the petals around Gojo Satoru little by little, but saw the other party showing a faint smile that made people unable to take his eyes off, which coincided with the frosty image at that time.

Gojo Satoru took Yuori's hand, and gently pressed her palm against his cheek, in a very lazy posture.

He tilted his head and asked, "Will you remember me forever?"

The word forever.

In humans, it is only a hundred years old.

Once dead, it ceases to exist.

But on the gods, there are endless shackles.

No god would listen to the wish for the word eternity in itself if it were not dazzled.

Such a question seemed to strangle Yuri's throat. At that moment, she thought that if she could respond like that, the price she would have to pay must have shocked even her.

Yuri took a deep breath, his fingertips were lifted by him at some point, and they interlocked.

The slightly cool body temperature transmitted through the body spread to the heart, not the most common warmth, but trying to freeze her heart little by little.

Thinking to Kiriori, she probably won't forget Gojo Satoru.

and so--

"...I will."

She refuses this layer of shackles, and all she can give is the possibility.

The white-haired young man lowered his eyes somewhat leisurely after hearing this, but clasped his fingertips tighter, until the finger bones were slightly green and fit seamlessly, and Wuzhi let him.

"so."

"Why did it fall twice?"

Gojo Satoru laughed out loud, seeing that she was still obsessed with this question, her eyebrows were also stained with a little interest, and that unreal smile: "Otherwise, will there be a day when God will fall?"

"Maybe."

To be blunt with Kiriori, she has seen too many fallen gods.

"..."

Gojo Satoru pondered for a moment, then looked at the sky and muttered: "How could it be so easy, or else I would have succeeded back then..."

Woven with Mist, then kicked him.

Gojo Satoru didn't dodge or dodge, and looked up at Wuzhi with his arms propped up, with a loose smile on his lips.

"Because two people standing at the top of each other will never be able to lean side by side."

The trembling of the bass seems to touch a certain heartstring. It is hard to describe the emotions at the moment. As an ordinary person, you can be sober for a while and be confused for a while, and you can go forward without any scruples.

But as a god, you can't.

The most fortunate thing with Wuzhi is that she can stay awake forever.

She stretched out her fingertips to stroke the smooth hair of the other party little by little, and under the chaotic light and shadow, each hair seemed to be shining with silvery white light.

"Why give up where you are and rely on each other? If you can stand at the same height and look at the same scenery, it doesn't matter where you are."

Gojo Satoru rubbed her fingertips and muttered, "That's what I said...but I'm very unwilling..."

"I'm really...unwilling."

Why on earth would you be so dissatisfied?

The falling petals gradually blurred the vision, and the more within reach, the more irresistible, Gojo Satoru thought calmly, if this cannot be explained by the inferiority of human beings——

Then what he wants to get is just the last night in the hotel in Okinawa with Kiriori.

Gojo Satoru rolled his eyelids, "Can you say good night to me?"

"It's not dark yet."

"When is it dark that day?"

"do not know."

"Can you say goodnight to me when it gets dark?"

"..." Yu Wuzhi was silent for a while, and seemed to think of something before slowly opening his mouth: "Do you really want to hear this?"

Why is she squatting here to discuss this with Gojo Satoru?

Who would have thought that Gojo Satoru, who was still peaceful just now, sat up in shock from his dying illness, got up on the ground with his hands and feet and approached Wuzhi, with an extremely serious expression on his face, he grabbed Yuwuzhi's fingertips and shouted loudly.

"miss you!"

"I really want it! I really want it! Please!!"

"..."

"Let's talk about it after Su Nuo's matter is completely resolved." Yu Wuzhi was stunned for a moment, took back his hand and walked towards the shrine.

The white-haired young man sitting in the flowers did not catch up this time, but looked at the gradually leaving back until it disappeared, the corners of his lips curled up.

"Let's talk again..."

"When will it be?"

(Finish)