When the blind date is 5t5

Without alarming anyone, Gojo Satoru led me into the ancestral house again.

This might be the last time I come back, I thought to myself.

Walking on this wooden corridor that was so familiar that it was almost disgusting, the painful memories of childhood began to surge in my mind.

No playmates, no laughter, childhood is like a cheap glass bead, the outside is covered with a thick layer of dust, and the inside is already full of cracks like spider webs.

Even after the first reset, those fond memories about my mother that were written in the diary disappeared completely.

Unlike other conjurers, I have not attended a high school in conjuration.

No, it should be said that I could have entered the Conjuration High School and had four years of normal person's study life.

However, as if cursed by the heavens, on the night I received the admission letter to the college, a death destroyed this possibility.

Those pedantic old men in the family were afraid of the super-cursed wraith spirit Kamo Kiyohime in me, so they locked me in a secret room where the sun rarely shines.

One level lasts four years, during which there is only a mobile phone and a few books for company.

The memories behind began to shatter, and it was not until Grandpa Leyansi, under heavy pressure, invited me to enter the Kyoto Prefectural Conjuration College as the class teacher of the second grade, that life seemed to have passed a turning point and began to develop in a good direction.

The cold right hand was wrapped in a mass of warmth, I suddenly came back to my senses, and I raised my eyes to catch a glimpse of Gojo Satoru's expressionless but still handsome side face.

Well, a new path in life has emerged, and I'm finally not walking alone.

Realizing this, my heart felt warm, I curled my lips, and my steps gradually became brisk.

Turn the corner and Mother's room is at the end of this corridor.

The brown wooden door in front of me already had moth-eaten marks, and spider webs hung down from the eaves of the door, resting dangerously on the iron lock covered with reddish-brown rust spots.

"Here." As soon as I finished speaking, I suddenly realized a key problem.

Since my mother's body was cremated, this room has been locked by the family, and I don't have the key to open the iron lock at all.

Are you going to borrow the key from Kamo Patriarch?

Isn't this telling them clearly that I started to investigate the truth behind my mother's madness?

After all, in the nine years since my mother died, it never occurred to me to set foot in her room.

Anyone with a normal IQ would have doubts about my abrupt behavior, let alone the mastermind behind it.

I was lost in thought, and my eyes kept falling on this old iron lock.

Gojo Satoru just casually snapped his fingers at this question that stumped me.

Immediately afterwards, the soft sound of metal breaking suddenly sounded in my ears.

I saw it breaking under an invisible force, and finally fell near our feet.

I stared blankly at this scene, and a kind of envy rose in my heart for no reason.

This kind of negative energy mantra is too easy to use!

It is simply an excellent prop necessary for fighting monsters at home.

Gojo Gojo seemed to sense my envious gaze, so he chuckled, pushed open the door, and asked lazily, "Want to learn?"

"Can I do that too?" I asked hesitantly.

"Asuka is not an ordinary person without magic power." He looked down at me and said, with a natural arrogance in his tone, "As long as you find some specific methods, exorcising a few super magic spirits is just a piece of cake. little things."

Hearing this, my eyes lit up instantly, and I shook his hand subconsciously and whispered: "Coach, I want to learn this too."

As if trying to appease an excited puppy, Gojo Satoru patted my head and said softly, "Okay. I'll start teaching you next week."

After speaking, he led me into this dusty room.

As soon as I stepped into it, I was met with a rotten and choking smell.

Then the nose started to itch, and I couldn't help sneezing a few times.

The heavy dark curtains were tightly closed, and there was no sunlight in the room, making it look extremely dim.

After a while of groping, I turned on the light, and looked quietly through this room that left an indelible shadow on my life.

The layout of the room is still exactly the same as in memory.

On the carved wooden table was a gilt lampstand with heavily peeled paint. The candle had been burned out, leaving only a puddle of off-white wax.The quaint black wardrobe is inlaid with a quaint bronze mirror, which is facing the door, vaguely reflecting the figures of Gojo Satoru and me.

Mother's bed was covered with a yellowed white cloth, and the large closed peony flower relief on the head of the bed had no traces of other people's touch.

Now that I have grown up, I don't need to climb into bed to touch this switch like I did when I was a child.

Reaching out and pressing the switch, the relief silently opened its petals, revealing a small dark passage less than ten centimeters high inside.

From inside, I took out a small stack of paper belonging to the diary, and a sapphire that looked very expensive and rare.

Time has never erased its brilliance, under the light, this gemstone still reflects the radiance.

Its color is a clear and deep blue, which suddenly reminds me of Gojo Satoru's eyes.

It's equally beautiful, and it's shockingly beautiful.

Driven by a certain idea, instead of putting this gem back in its original place, I put it in my pocket and took it home with the stack of diaries.

——*——*——

After finishing dinner and taking a hot bath, I sat cross-legged on the sofa.

The chestnut hair hadn't been dried yet, water droplets fell down the ends of the hair, and the shoulders were soaked immediately.

Gojo Satoru glanced at me, "Why don't you dry your hair?"

I just replied "I'm so tired" and picked up the diary I found in the afternoon.

Just as I was about to start watching, my eyes were suddenly covered by a towel.

When vision is obstructed, other senses become extra sensitive.Therefore, I can clearly feel the sofa beside me collapse, and my head is rubbed with just enough strength.

He is brushing my hair.

Realizing this, my heart skipped half a beat, and I moved my body uncomfortably.

Immediately afterwards, he knocked on the head as a warning.

Wujo Wu's deep voice sounded beside my ears, "Don't move around."

So, I obediently accepted his services, from roughly wiping with a towel until the water stopped dripping, to blowing the hair dryer completely dry.

When it was all over, I stroked the ends of my smooth, dry hair and felt the urge to tip him.

The service is very meticulous and worthy of a reward.

Gojo Satoru put back the hair dryer, walked slowly to the sofa where I was and sat down.

My shoulders were embraced, and I turned my head to meet Gojo Satoru's beckoning eyes.

All right, let's watch together.

Maybe it was the last incident of reading the diary that lowered my lower limit, but now, I don't feel any embarrassment or embarrassment at all in his arms.

I'm even glad I wasn't sitting on his lap.

The first page of the diary is January 2000, 1.

[January 2000, 1, overcast.

In the new year, my mother is still the same.

Listening to the adults chatting, it is said that our family will hold an exchange meeting with the Wujo family, and will select a few children to stay in the Wujo family for a period of time.

Really wish I could be picked. ]

After quickly reading the first picture, I chose to poke Gojo Satoru with my elbow, and asked him in a low voice as if I was eager to be spoiled by reading a novel: "Later, I was chosen, right?"

"En." Wujo Wu responded casually, and opened the bottom.

[January 2000, 1, cloudy.

Today, a fierce-looking uncle approached me and asked me if I wanted to go to the exchange meeting.

I nodded.

But my mother lowered her face beside me, as if she was very angry with my answer.

After her uncle left, she started again. ]

[January 2000, 2, cloudy.

I finally left my mother, and I really hope I can never go back. ]

[February 2000, 2, sunny.

I accidentally got lost today.

Fortunately, I met a little brother with white hair, and he sent me back to where I lived.

Little brother is so nice, I don't know if we can meet again.The next time you meet, ask his name. ]

Gojo Satoru looked at me with downcast eyes, with a smile in his eyes, and he added: "At that time, you kept dragging me to cry pitifully, and there was nothing you could do if you didn't send me away."

"Really?" I was skeptical.

I can't believe I'm crying over something as trivial as getting lost.

He must be lying.

I thought so, and continued to look down.

[February 2000, 2, sunny.

I met my little brother again, happy.

I exchanged my little brother's name with a toffee, and asked him if he could play together tomorrow, and Brother Wu agreed. ]

[January 2000, 2, cloudy.

Brother Wu took me to his room to play games.

The game is so hard, I'm so stupid.

However, brother Wu is super powerful! ]

[January 2000, 2, cloudy.

Brother Wu taught me to climb trees.

There are caterpillars on the tree, so scary. ]

[February 2000, 2, sunny.

Brother Wu asked me if I wanted to go out and play.

I thought about it.

Brother Wu dragged me and sneaked out together. He also bought me Dorayaki, which tasted like red beans, and it was very delicious.

Brother Wu is the best person in the world. ]

Gotjo Wutiao clicked on the last sentence, and there seemed to be a tail raised high behind him, "Asuka, you said it yourself, I am the best person in the world."

When he said this, his expression was so frightened that I immediately felt like a stick in my throat.

[February 2000, 4, sunny.

Today is my birthday, and my mother didn't buy me a birthday cake last year or the year before.

Brother Wu suddenly found me, he took me to the tree that he often goes to, and then took out a small strawberry cake.

This year, I had someone to eat cake with me for my birthday again. I was so happy.

Under the candle, I made a wish: I hope Brother Wu will be with me on my birthday next year.

After eating the cake, I asked Brother Wu if I could marry him in the future, but Brother Wu refused.

I ask him why?

Brother Wu dislikes me for being too young.

Don't listen, anyway, I will become Brother Wu's wife in the future. ]

So I really told Gojo Satoru that kind of thing.

Thinking of this, I blushed silently, and I really wanted to find a crack in the ground to sneak in, to be calm and calm.

"Look, look, it was Asuka who said you wanted to marry me back then." He said with a smile.

Under this ridicule, my shame completely exploded, and I suddenly didn't want to continue watching.

Glancing at the time, it was almost 10 o'clock.

Throwing the diary in my hand on the coffee table decisively, I said in a muffled voice, "I'm so sleepy, I'm going to bed."

However, Gojo Satoru didn't let go. He shackled me in his arms and dragged out his voice, giving me an inexplicably strong feeling.

"Go to sleep together after watching." He said.