A magician who doesn't want to be a human is not a good magician

Ever since she was conscious, the mother of the dean has existed throughout Zhimeng's first half of her life.

Whether it is food, clothing, housing, transportation, or spirituality, Zhimeng is inevitably tainted with the behavior and color of the dean's mother.

Be genuine and friendly, behave politely, and be a good person.

Study hard and conscientiously, work hard to make progress, and be useful to society.

You have to show the right expression on the right occasion, even if you don't understand it, you have to remember it, and you can't laugh when others are sad.

Faced with the existence that ordinary people cannot see, you can save people, but you must focus on your own safety, and don't let your relatives and friends worry about you...

Bit by bit, drop by drop, accumulated over time, and finally created today's weaving dream.

He never knew what emotion was, and he didn't care about good and evil. After being baptized by this strong love, he willingly restrained all abnormalities and became an outstanding boy with a bright future in everyone's eyes.

It is also a child that the dean's mother can be proud of.

Zhizhi had dreamed that when he grew up, he would be filial to the dean's mother, take good care of the dean's mother, provide for her until the end of her life, and let her spend her old age in peace.

Zhimeng also thought about finding an opportunity to invite Wu and Jie to the orphanage, and wanted to show the dean's mother the good friends he has made now, the two best friends he has made in these years.

Maybe the dean's mother would praise him for his good vision and bless their friendship, and then we would have a meal together and take a photo to make this beautiful scene a picture that will never fade.

Weaving has dreamed many, many times.

But he never thought that before everything was realized, he would lose the most important one, the dean's mother.

died?Why did the dean's mother die?

[When everyone grows old, they will usher in death. ]

Yes, the dean's mother said that birth, old age, sickness and death are the natural laws of life, and no one can escape.

However, he thought, he thought they were still a long time away from death, and they still had a lot of time to spend together.But ignored, or deliberately ignored the dean's mother's already gray hair and more and more wrinkles on her face.

But, when he realized it, didn't the dean's mother look like this?

They have been together peacefully for a whole ten years, why can't they continue for another ten years?

Zhimeng doesn't understand why people die suddenly.It's like he doesn't understand why pregnant women have to endure pain and give birth to a new life.

All he knew was that he didn't want to accept the result.

Sitting on the floor, looking at the peaceful face of the old man on the tatami, Zhimeng felt that the whole world seemed unreal.

"Mom, it's dawn, why are you still sleeping?"

Reaching out to grab the old man's skinny hand, putting it on top of his head, closing his eyes slightly, Zhimeng felt the familiar sense of security again, which made him coquettish.

"Zhimengmeng is back, open your eyes and look at me~"

The beads on his left wrist were shining, but Zhimeng didn't pay the slightest attention. He was immersed in his own world, unwilling to accept the cruel facts.

Wisps of mantra overflowed from him, mixed with the sadness of the nurses in the orphanage outside and the children, and poured into the silent old man on the tatami one by one.

What exists, being conceived at this time——

"Weaving dreams!"

The shoji door of the confinement was violently opened, and the white-haired boy rushed in first, and punched the black flash without hesitation, breaking up the super curse embryo that was about to take shape.

"You wake me up!"

Then bent down and grabbed the long-haired boy's collar, the reassuring touch on his head was no longer there, Zhimeng was forced to recover from his own world, staring blankly at the boy who shouldn't be here.

"Enlightened..."

After stepping in, Xia Youjie, who was temporarily comforted by the alarmed nurses, was relieved when he saw the dissipated curse fetus, but at the same time he said in a rare and stern tone.

"Weaving Dream, don't do things that you will regret!"

Zhimeng looked at another black-haired boy who appeared in a trance: "Jie..."

"Are you listening to me, you!" Seeing him like this, the white-haired boy let go a little irritably, and immediately reached out to support Zhimeng who was about to fall.

"Be sober for me, look at what you did just now, even the special-grade curse embryo almost appeared, you are really amazing, Zhimeng!"

Zhimeng just leaned on the strong arm behind him, looking at the two teenagers in front of him who were looking at him with irritability or worry.

He said softly: "Mom lived until I grew up."

"Why, why can't I live until I'm old?"

In that way, he and his mother can throw themselves into the arms of death and see the world after death together.

Xia Youjie knelt down and looked at him with tenderness and compassion: "Dream weaving, birth, old age, sickness and death are the natural laws of life."

The black-haired ball-headed boy showed his unbearable expression, but cruelly broke his delusion: "It's not that the dean's mother can't live until you grow old, but that she is already old and has reached the limit of her lifespan, and she can no longer live." gone."

Zhimeng looked at him blankly, as if he couldn't understand.

"She's just, her destiny has come." Reaching out to touch Zhimeng's head, Xia Youjie looked pitifully and tenderly: "Don't be sad, Zhimeng, you still have me here, and I can grow old with you and leave together."

"And me." Gojo Satoru said not to be outdone, and the six eyes that were not blocked by sunglasses just looked straight at him.

"You still have us, Zhimeng, you are not alone, there is nothing to be afraid of."

"Go ahead boldly, we've always been there."

Zhimeng looked at them, finally blinked his dry eyes, suddenly buried himself in the arms of the white-haired boy, and spoke in a sullen tone.

"I'm so tired and sleepy."

"Ah." Gojo Wujo hugged the boy in his arms without changing his expression.

"Go to bed then, we're all here."

Buried in the reassuring embrace, Zhimeng closed his eyes and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Gojo Wu raised his head, and saw Xia Youjie's worried eyes cast into his arms, and explained in a low voice angrily.

"People are fine, but the mana power is consumed too much."

He almost created the super curse embryo, so the consumption can't be too much?

The more he thought about it, the more the white-haired boy felt that there was an unknown fire in his heart, but he couldn't vent it out quickly, which made him feel suffocated and panicked.

In the end, he could only grit his teeth and whisper to the friend in front of him.

"This idiot, why do you look like the world is collapsing? Isn't Lao Tzu in his world?"

Xia Youjie smiled wryly: "Zhimeng is just too sad, I can't accept it for a while."

After all, it can be seen from Zhimeng's frequent mention of the dean's mother that the relationship between them is very deep.

"Yes, not only is he sad, but he also wants to resurrect the dead." The white-haired boy said in a cool tone.

"If we didn't come in time, I'm afraid we would have to collect his body."

As soon as the super-grade curse embryo is born, it will be in the state of weaving dreams, and it will be light when it dies. If the obsession is deeper, I am afraid it will not be magically transformed on the spot!

Xia Youjie paused, looked at Zhimeng, and sighed, "So, here we are."

It was because they were worried about weaving dreams that they came in time to prevent the tragedy from happening.

In this regard, the black-haired ball-headed boy felt lucky.

The white-haired boy looked at Zhimeng in his arms, and slowly let out a breath of gloom: "Yes, we are here."

How could it make you so sad to die alone?

Zhimeng took a few days off, and with the help of everyone in the orphanage, held a funeral for the dean's mother.

He watched the dean's mother being cremated with his own eyes, collected the ashes of the dean's mother with his own hands, and attended the funeral in silence.

Zhimeng vaguely remembered that he seemed to have discussed death with the dean's mother when he was young, but now he can't remember clearly.

But he still remembered the gentle touch from the top of his head, and the love words spoken by the old man.

[In any case, mother likes weaving dreams with a smile. ]

[Forever, I love Zhimengmeng. ]

When he was young, he could smile and ask if he could laugh at the dean's mother's funeral.

But now, Zhimeng found that, let alone laughing, he couldn't even cry.

I can't tell what I feel in my heart, but it's heavy, just watching them bury the dean's mother in such a silent and dazed way, the once loving old man has become a cold stone tablet now.

Zhimeng stood in front of the tombstone for a long time.

After so long that the others had left, he remained where he was.

It rained suddenly in the evening sky, Zhimeng stood in the rain with downcast eyes, letting the rain wet his body.

Zhimeng stood in the rain for a long time, but her thoughts had already drifted away, flying into the unknown void.

Finally, there was a faint sigh.

"Human beings... are so fragile!"

Sighs are shattered in the rain.

The slender figure in the rain was finally protected under the umbrella by two people who hurried over with umbrellas.

"Are you stupid?"

The white-haired boy scolded him like that, but in the end he and the black-haired ball-headed boy stood in front of the tombstone with Zhimeng for a long, long time.

After a long time, the rain stopped and the sunset reappeared.

After the funeral, Zhimeng returned to the high school.

Apart from being a little more silent than before, the long-haired boy seemed to have returned to his original form.

He obediently passed the missing test, followed his friends to complete the task, and was as serious as ever even in class.

That is, except for the time between classes, I fell in love with being in a daze.

From the mouths of the classmates, I learned that Zhimeng's only family member had passed away, and these days he had been careful not to poke his wounded family nitrate. He really couldn't bear the strange atmosphere in the classroom and opened his mouth.

"Zhimeng, if you want to cry, just cry."

Even if she was crying, it would be better than the current silent state.

Zhimeng came back to his senses, looked at the three classmates who did not know when to surround him, and was stunned: "I don't feel pain, I don't want to cry—"

In the next moment, his cheeks on both sides suffered pain that he shouldn't have to bear.

Under the effect of the pain, the eye sockets became moist in an instant, and the glistening tears swirled in the eye sockets.

Seeing this, the three who pinched his face let go of their hands, and even persuaded him: "Don't bear it, just cry, it will be comfortable when you cry."

With the red fingerprints on his face, Zhimeng wanted to refute that he didn't want to cry, but the tears had already fallen down.

Xia Youjie looked at him tenderly and tolerantly: "Cry, just let it out."

Even Wujo Satoru was saying, "Cry, cry, I won't tell anyone."

But everyone has seen me crying... Zhimeng opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't say anything.

It's just that the tears flowed more happily.

Unknowingly, Zhimeng kept an expression neither happy nor sad, but tears were streaming down her face.

The three people around him held tissues and patiently wiped his tears until Zhimeng couldn't cry anymore.

"If one day..." With a voice that has become hoarse after crying for a long time, Zhimeng asked suddenly with red eyes: "If one day I die, will you all cry for me?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The white-haired boy crumpled up the tissue and threw it away, sneered, and said arrogantly and confidently.

"With the strongest Lao Tzu around, how could I let you die."

The black-haired ball-headed boy's smile became dangerous: "Is this, treating us as nothing?"

"We will protect you. Apart from dying of old age naturally, there is no other way for you to die in Zhimeng."

Jia Ruozi smiled slightly: "You know, what I am best at is healing."

"So, as Jie said, besides dying of old age, I can save you even if Zhimeng only has one breath left."

Therefore, even if Zhimeng's own strength is not mentioned, with people like them watching, Zhimeng would be hard to die even if he wanted to.

Zhimeng looked at them deeply, and finally, showed the same smile as before.

"I will do my best to protect everyone."

***

They said they would protect me.