Sandwiched between the two masters, I am no longer a human being

The snow melted into water, and the clogs stepped on the shallow puddles, splashing a pool of water.

Ayin couldn't take it anymore after running for a long time. In Gojo Wu's eyes that seemed to say "Can you do it?" Ayin put her hands on her knees, out of breath, and wanted to refute Gojo Wu's doubts ,? But the dull aching lungs are not strong.

Her frail body couldn't support the strenuous exercise, which made Ah Yin lose face in front of a child who was nine years younger than her.

"Have you had enough rest?" The white-haired boy tilted his head innocently, "You are so weak."

Ayin breathed steadily.

Don't have the same knowledge as a kid.

She snorted softly, threw off her wide sleeves, straightened her waist, and took a step forward.

"go!"

How can a 17-year-old girl, Yizhihua, say that she can't do it so easily!

Ayin guessed it from Wujowu's daily living habits.

This child should have rarely experienced such a market atmosphere.

An eight-year-old boy, no matter how precocious and gifted, is still a piece of pure white paper, which has not been painted with various colors by the world.What was instilled in his mind was the teachings from the elders of the family. He did not yet have the ability to distinguish right from wrong, so he would only choose to obey subconsciously.

The germ of rebellion has not yet grown, and the halo of the Son of God has not been removed.

A Yin opened the lock with her own hands.

She smiles at him.

"Go and have a look,? Wu."

Go and see how ordinary people struggle to live in the world where you haven't noticed.

The boy's fingers were clean and light white, with round and delicate nails, which were concealed by the wide cuffs.A Yin held his hand, his fingertips were soft and white, like an elf in the snow, transformed into an ignorant child.

The boy who was as beautiful as snow attracted a lot of attention as soon as he showed up. Wu Tiaowu's eyes were lowered, and his expression was natural. He seemed to be very used to this feeling of attention, which formed a sharp contrast with Ayin's awkwardness. .

Ayin squeezed his hand silently.

She brought Wutiao to realize that she was completely reckless. In fact, she hadn’t done a field survey or shopping strategy before that. The street 20 years ago was not a little bit different from 20 years later, and her memory was useless.

Fortunately, Ayin's intuition, which had failed several times, finally worked.She and Gojo Satoru didn't take a long walk, and she was lucky to find a dessert shop in the early [-]th century called "Kishuya".

Thanks to the policy opening during the Meiji Restoration period, the influx of foreign cultures has directly affected all aspects of people’s lives. For example, now, Ayin can see not only traditional Japanese desserts in the dessert house, but also various kinds imported from the West. Dessert.

Ayin stuffed a piece of chocolate into the boy's mouth.

Her voice was slightly expectant: "How is it?"

Gojo Satoru raised his head and glanced sideways: "...It's okay. Not as sweet as imagined."

Of course, the most favored young master of the Wutiao family has eaten chocolate, and the quality is much higher than the one in his mouth.

The strange thing is that when the mellow aroma of chocolate melts on the tip of the tongue, the nerves seem to resonate with joy, but only this time.

"Well, are you not satisfied... It's okay, it's still early, we can take our time!"

Ayin's happy mood seems to have infected others, and even Gojo Satoru no longer said any disappointing words. He rarely followed this "sister" obediently, watching her jump up and down in the streets like a lark, insisting on taking her with her. The change that came out was spent.

Soon, Gojo Satoru discovered that her shopping purpose was clear. She spent money seemingly casually, but actually collected certain types of materials in a targeted manner.

"What are you buying?"

After Ayin started to hang the basket on his arm, Gojo Satoru finally couldn't help asking.

"Buy dessert ingredients, didn't you say that the desserts in the store are not delicious?" Ayin recalled, she also tasted the sweets of Kishouya later, and the taste was indeed not comparable to the modern ones.

She was purely spoiled, and couldn't bear to try it herself.

She still vaguely remembered how to make macarons, and she couldn't believe that even this kind of sweetness couldn't satisfy the young master's mouth.

There were chocolate-related records in Japan as early as the end of the 18th century, and when macarons were introduced, A Yin really can't remember.

Fortunately, the raw materials for this kind of snack are not difficult to buy. She has done it before and accumulated some experience.

After hearing A Yin's words, Gojo Satoru looked very strange for a moment.

He muttered: "You are really strange."

Ayin pretended not to hear, and returned a polite smile.

.........

The two's first trip to skip school went smoothly, and A Yin's doll did not show any flaws, and it was not until dusk that it handed over to the master.

Since then, the young master who was originally "sensible and courteous" has disappeared forever, as if some strange switch has been turned on.

There are only zero and countless times of skipping classes.

After Gojo Satoru discovered that Ayin's doll could create an alibi almost perfectly, he became more and more enthusiastic about skipping class to catch fish. Whenever he found an opportunity, he would drag Ayin and rush out. The terrain in the area is familiar, and the relationship between the two of them has gradually become closer. The two have a unique communication channel, and the connection has never been broken.

It was also the first time for A Yin to realize that the young master Wutiao Wu was still a talker.

Yue Mo held it in for too long, and finally found a trash can willing to listen to his whining.

In the correspondence between him and A Yin, complaints accounted for most of the space.

[It's so annoying, it's really annoying, why do I have to sit in on the discussion again, I'm not even interested in those old guys arguing with each other, okay? 】

[Today is another day full of classes... Ah, when will this hopeless day end.I don't want to go, Ayin, let's skip class and go out to play! 】

Apart from these non-nutritive complaints, Wujo Wuming secretly hinted to Ayin to make more sweets and send them over.

Gojo Satoru, who had doubts about Ayin's craftsmanship: Zhenxiang.

Due to the huge consumption of Liuyan, sugar is life for him. Among the series of traditional or imported desserts he has tasted, only Ayin's desserts are the eternal gods.

If it is said that two-thirds of his daily letters are spitting out black mud and taking out garbage, the remaining one-third is begging Ayin to make him desserts.

What else can A Yin do, the younger brother in her booth will be spoiled even if she cries.

It's a pity that Wu refused to call her sister.

Only this point, even if Ayin threatened him with desserts, Gojo Satoru would not back down half a step.It seemed that calling her sister could kill him.

Time passed by as the two of them skipped classes and exchanged letters, the soil under the melted snow sprouted new shoots, the figures of birds flitted across the sky again, and the vitality of spring hid in the depths of the earth , secretly brewing the fragrance of cherry blossoms.

A Yin was immersed in the ordinary life, unable to notice the passage of time, but a brand new letter opened by accident, telling her the coming of spring.

Gojo Satoru's handwriting is beautiful.

Opening the envelope, the ink on the paper hadn't completely dried up, exuding a faint fragrance. His strokes seemed to be written chicly, and between the lines revealed a casual tone like treating friends.

Whenever Ayin peeps at his letters, he feels some unknown emotion in his heart.

Perhaps in this huge family, she is the only one who can be regarded as a "friend" by him, and who can relax and communicate with each other on an equal footing.

That's why this guy's letters are so frequent, and he has to trouble his attendants to send them back and forth three or four times a day, so that "Wujo Satoru and Wutiaoyin have a good relationship" has almost become a well-known fact in this family.

The reason why Ah Yin was able to read the letters one by one with patience and reply to each letter seriously is probably because of this.

The kid has few friends and has been trapped in the giant birdcage called the family for far too long.

Ayin was the first to break his lock.

The first person willing to listen to his whining and act as the trash can for his mind.

He couldn't say many things because of his status and class.

But Ah Yin is different.

Although there is a difference between the concubine and the concubine, she still has the Patriarch's blood on her body, she is the "sister" in his blood, and there is not much difference in their identities.

More importantly, Ayin's thinking is fundamentally different from that of most people in this family.

Therefore, Gojo Satoru may occasionally have some "rebellious" thoughts, and those thoughts that are not suitable for mentioning to anyone, he can tell Ayin without any scruples.

He knew that she would not blame him, and would not use the so-called family precepts to oppress him.

On the contrary, she has been using an encouraging tone to guide him to think further, open his heart, and give all his confusion and doubts to her.

Gojo Satoru saw it.

Her gaze is always full of gentleness and tolerance.

So, he was relieved.

Maybe he didn't even realize it himself.

Emotionally, in some delicate parts, he is dependent on the other party.

From philosophical discussions to trivial complaints, he poured them into A Yin's tree hole in detail.

Ayin worked hard to be a tree hole for dozens of days, but it was not without benefits.

The one or two sentences mentioned by Gojo Satoru in the letter may be precious "information disclosure" to Ayin.

【It's almost spring, you've been back to the family for less than a year, and I don't know if other people have notified you...】

A Yin raised his eyebrows.

Seeing the next line, she was struck by lightning.

[In the first half of the first month of spring, the father will organize the course assessment of all the children, so as to evaluate the academic performance of the year. 】

[It seems that the assessment is less than two weeks away?But don't worry about it, it's quite simple, and you can get through it with just a little effort. 】

A Yin: ...

What are you doing?What are you doing? ?

I skipped classes with you for a few months, and spent every day fishing for fish. It was almost the end of the term and you reminded me that there is still a final exam? !

I take the head to give you a test? ?

Ayin was in a trance and almost had a myocardial infarction.

She didn't believe Wujo Wu's nonsense. What this guy thought was "quite easy", but to her, the difficulty was Schrödinger's hell level. If she was not careful, she would fail the exam. She didn't dare to gamble on it.

This is like the difference between a scumbag and a student god. If you skip a semester, the student god will still have a soaring grade point at the end of the semester, while the scumbag will hang around with your eyes closed.

Ayin's face was pale, and the hand holding the letter paper trembled slightly.

She forced herself to look down.

[Don't worry about the assessment. Compared with this, isn't the family's upcoming cherry blossom viewing party more worth looking forward to? 】

[Ayin, I think cherry blossom viewing and cherry cakes are more suitable. 】

【You know. 】

At the end of the letter, he even drew a small grimace, which was very strange.

Ayin: Hehe.

Gritting her teeth, she picked up the pen, replied a letter, and handed it to her maid, Xiaomei.

Under the frequent exchanges between her and Gojo Wu, Xiaomei was already used to running errands, and Wu's servants would not stop her, and the two sides were basically familiar with each other.

"Miss, do you need me to hand it over to Master Wu now?"

"Correct."

The letterhead is very short, only two sentences.

[You can eat cherry cakes if you want. 】

[If you help me make up lessons, I'll make it for you for as much as you want! 】

Damn, I still have to bow to the forces of the god of learning.