When the blind date is 5t5

The cold winter sun fell on the girl at the door, and the white maiden's jacket was embroidered with silver-gray mysterious patterns, which was low-key yet elegant.

The long light golden hair was simply tied up with a simple red string, and the eyes were aqua blue without a trace of shadow.

From a single glance, her facial features are not perfect, but the aura exuding from her whole body is particularly attractive.

Clean and clear, like the first dewdrops just condensed on the petals in the morning.

She walked over slowly, her footsteps were almost silent, and two people followed behind her.

One of them should be the man Yato said.Under the light brown windbreaker, the exposed skin was wrapped in circles of white bandages.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but wonder if he had some dark skin disease.

"What do you want from me?" She turned her eyes on me and asked in a cold voice.

Yato jumped off the chair, patted her on the shoulder quite familiarly, and said with a smile: "I have brought you a commission, and the reward is a shrine."

The girl turned sideways calmly, avoiding Yato's touch.

"Then why don't you do it yourself?" She questioned.

Yeto curled his lips, "It's not that I can't do it. If I can, it's your turn."

After complaining about this point, he beckoned and motioned for us to sit on the sofa and continue this topic.

Fortunately, the sofa in the coffee shop is big enough to accommodate four adults.

I stirred the black coffee, and the hot steam rose up.

My chestnut hair covered pricked ears, and I listened quietly to their conversation.

"That's it," Yato briefly introduced the content of the commission to her, then raised his eyebrows and asked, "Would you accept it?"

Zhiri didn't answer, just stared at me with a complicated look.It seemed that she saw something from me that made her feel sad and nostalgic, and a little melancholy flashed across her pale face.

After a while, she finally spoke, her tone was inexplicably obscure, "Do you really want to cut off this fate?"

As soon as the words fell, Gojo Satoru grasped his right hand, followed by his familiar heat.It melted into the blood vessels through the skin, and gurgled to the limbs and bones, and great courage suddenly surged from the bottom of my heart.

"Well," I nodded without hesitation, with a firm expression, "I've already thought about it."

After getting my answer, Zhiri lowered her eyes, and her tone changed back to the calmness before, "Even if that's the only connection between your parents."

The movements of my hands froze, and I looked at her puzzled.

"It seems that you don't know." She paused, as if hesitating whether to tell me this.

The line between father and mother?

I know these few words separately, but when they are connected together, they become a hard-to-pronounce word, which makes me feel a little confused.

Isn't it my relationship with my mother?Why would it involve the father who has been dead for many years?

As I thought about it, a premonition quietly surfaced in my heart.

If I don't fully understand all this, this so-called parental relationship may always be entangled in my life, like a tarsus.

In order not to leave regrets, I sat up straight and said to her word by word: "Please tell me."

After a while, her whispers sounded in her ears.

"It should be 25 years ago," Zhiri was lost in memory, "Chunshen found me and said that he wanted to befriend a human woman."

"Wait, Asuka's father is a god?" Yato turned his head, looked at me in surprise and interjected.

I was also very confused, but my mother never explicitly wrote down the identity of my father in the diary.

But from the little information she revealed, and the torii necklace left by my father, I have always guessed that it is a priest in a shrine.

No one would guess the gods, would they?

Not a teenage girl who still loves to fantasize. I have already recognized the reality. I am just an ordinary, unlucky guy who is cursed by God.

However, fate can always surprise people unprepared.

Father is actually a god.

The news exploded in my head like a land mine.

For a moment, I didn't know what to say to reflect my shock at the moment, so I turned to Wujo Satoru and looked at each other wordlessly.

On the other side of the sofa, Jihiru stared at Yato coldly.

It's not a good feeling to be interrupted at the beginning of the memory.

No matter how good-tempered a person is, he will inevitably feel irritable, let alone Tianjin Shenzhiri, who is used to being aloof.

She raised her eyebrows at Yeto as if mocking, and said lightly, "What kind of misfortune are you still doing, your divine power has declined by more than half, no wonder you can't even detect the breath of a god."

Yato's face turned black on the spot, he leaned over and sniffed fiercely in my direction.

"I can smell it," he argued unconvinced, as if to prove himself, "the soft fragrance of cherry blossoms and hope, don't be too obvious. However, I thought it was the smell of perfume, so I didn't expect it .”

In this regard, Zhiri couldn't help but let out a sneer from his nose.

Afterwards, she ignored Yato, and continued with what she just said: "The relationship between humans and gods is like the positive ends of two electrodes, which repel each other and cannot be contacted. Even my fate cannot directly connect them. connected together."

"Therefore, I rejected his request. He didn't ask me again, but chose to ask me for a fate. Not long after, you appeared."

"To be honest, I was very happy on the day you were born."

When she said this, the corners of her mouth slightly curled up, showing the first smile since we met, as gentle as the feeling my mother gave me in the vague memory of my childhood.

I stared at her blankly, and then an inexplicable complex emotion began to flood in my heart.

"Because of you as the central hub, the fate line can indirectly connect Spring God and that human being together."

Hearing this, I also roughly understood.

It turned out that even the meaning of my birth was just to be one of the key tools for them to get married smoothly.

I summed up this information from Zhiri's words almost sadly, and my fingertips began to turn cold.

It’s no wonder I think so, after all, my father who died early didn’t send me any love at all, and my mother is the source of all my pain for 20 years.

Violence, insults, and control are enough to obliterate the love she once gave, and even made me unavoidably have deep-seated fear and hatred for her.

But now, the tool man wants to put down the burden and quit.

Regardless of whether they will die because of this, I just want to live for myself.

After secretly making a choice, I silently squeezed Gojo Satoru's hand tightly.

As if I had absorbed a little strength from him, I looked at her, without a trace of warmth in my eyes, and said in a cold tone, "Cut it off for me."

"Yes." Zhiri didn't discourage my choice.

——*——*——

Perhaps because he was afraid that too much movement would cause unnecessary troubles, the location of Zhan Yuan was set at an empty riverside.

After Zhiri glanced at me calmly, he stretched out his hand, "Light device."

After the words fell, a bright but not dazzling white light flashed in front of my eyes.

When the white light faded, I keenly noticed that the man with reddish-brown hair standing next to Zhiri had disappeared, and what appeared instead was a pair of golden scissors nearly half the height of a person.

In the sunlight, the blades of the scissors reflected the cold and sharp light, which formed a sharp contrast with Zhiri's slender figure.

It's like a child holding a machete, suddenly giving people a feeling of nondescriptness.

Yato stood aside, and he almost couldn't help letting out a few very light goose-like laughter.

Echoing faintly in the air, I noticed Zhiri's face suddenly sank.

She cut at the back of Yato's neck, and threatened in a cold tone: "Be careful that my hand shakes, and I accidentally cut all your edges."

After speaking, without waiting for Yato to react, he walked to my side.

She held the double handles of the scissors, and said softly without changing her expression: "Break."

In an instant, I vaguely felt that a certain shackle in my body disappeared.

What followed was a burning sensation that could not be ignored, as if something had detached from the seven-pointed star in his arm and floated down.

The body was suddenly pulled by a huge force, and I was surrounded by Gojo Satoru in a daze, looking up at the slightly protruding Adam's apple and the tight jawline.

His blue eyes were staring straight ahead, and his thin lips were unconsciously pursed into a straight line.

Following his sinking gaze, I suddenly found a translucent figure floating where I was standing just now.

The short chestnut hair is highly similar to my appearance, which is enough to explain his identity to us.

???

Wait, didn't my father die not long after I was born?

Who is this this! ! !

I stared at him in disbelief, a groundhog growling in my head.

Just when I doubted my life, I heard him say with a smile, "Hi."