When the blind date is 5t5

Just when I was struggling secretly, Fu Heihui, who was walking in front, had already recognized Fu Heisher.

His steps faltered, his eyes fell silently on the black-haired man who was walking towards him, and the hand hanging by his side gradually clenched.

A few cracks suddenly appeared in his usually calm expression, like a stone smashed into the lake, causing ripples in circles.

Hu Zhang sensed Fu Hei's disbelief for the first time, covered his lips with his hands, and asked furtively like a thief, "What's the matter? Is this uncle an acquaintance of yours?"

When he said this, he deliberately lowered his volume, but it was still clearly captured by everyone present.

Regarding this, Nagizaki patted the shoulder of the knotweed with hatred, and then reminded him in a softer voice: "Idiot knotweed, don't you see that Fuhei looks [-]% like this uncle?"

"Ah?!!" Knotweed Zhang's eyes widened in shock.

After recollecting it, he used his eyes to look back and forth between Undulating Hei and the black-haired man opposite him.

When the two of them stood face to face, the similarity in facial features was even more obvious.The only big difference is that Fu Heisher is a bit more mature and ruthless than Fu Hei.

Observing this, Polygonum cuspidatum fell into deep thought.

As another protagonist of the topic, Fu Heisher glanced at the black-haired boy, as if he saw a stranger who had nothing to do with him, and passed them by calmly.

After that, he approached me and Gojo Satoru step by step.

"Mr. Fu Hei." I hesitated for a long time, but still driven by some emotion, I called him softly.

Probably because seeing an acquaintance who has broken his promise for many years, a bit of unwillingness can't be restrained from the bottom of my heart.

Fu Heisher stopped in his tracks, turned his head and met my gaze.

Time has not left traces on him, his pale face is just like what I remember.

He was stunned for a moment, then casually curled the corners of his mouth, and said calmly, "Long time no see."

This sentence fell into my ears, but it didn't arouse the waves that I should have imagined at all.

It is like a gust of wind, silently blowing away the dust accumulated in my heart for many years, and even the unwillingness also left with it.

The irregularly beating heart gradually calmed down, I lowered my eyes, and secretly sighed with emotion at the powerful fading ability of time.

After a while, I slightly loosened Gojo Satoru's hand, and replied flatly and unfamiliarly, "Long time no see."

Like seeing an old friend whom I have met for many years, I paused, and then asked in a flat tone: "Mr. Fu Hei, how have you been these years?"

This sentence does not contain too much concern, it is just an ordinary greeting.

Before Fu Heisher could speak, Gojo Satoru sneered first, "Asuka, isn't it a little unfriendly for you to ask a dead person such a question. What can he answer? Is it the feeling of death, or what? resurrection?"

I was silent, and suddenly felt that there was a meth barrel full of meth placed next to me, which could explode at the slightest stimulation.

On the other side of us, the smile on the corner of Fu Heisher's mouth froze slightly.

Seeing this, Gojo Satoru raised his hand, and his words were still full of sex: "Oh, the dead have come back to life. Although I killed you once, the grievances and grievances have been cancelled, but ah, I advise you to get out of me immediately. The line of sight. Save me from killing his biological father in front of my lovely adopted son."

"It's not good to destroy the relationship between me and Hui." He paused, not hiding the provocation in his tone, even the hostility was open and frank, "Isn't it, Fu Heisher, the magician killer?"

When Gojo Satoru said these few words, he lowered his volume so that only Fu Heisher and I could hear it.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Hu Zhang and the others looked at us suspiciously. They put their heads together and discussed in a low voice.

Afterwards, they seemed to keep approaching us because of the large number of people. In fact, I think they want to get closer so that they can eat melons.

These little kids who are in puberty!

Fu Heisher was not irritated by Gojo Satoru, he glanced at Hui lightly from the corner of his eye, and then landed on Gojo Satoru's raised left hand.

Under the sun, the platinum diamond ring reflects the bright light and shines brightly.

It happened to be a pair with the one on my ring finger, silently conveying a certain message to him.

Fu Heisher comforted the restless little curse spirit on his shoulders, raised his eyebrows at us, and said in a deep voice, "Congratulations."

Gojo Satoru didn't appreciate it at all, he curled his mouth: "Even if you say so, I still won't invite you to Asuka Niao's wedding, so give up on it."

Hearing this, the veins on my forehead inevitably started to jump.

"Wu this guy has a bad temper, Mr. Fuhei, please forgive me." I gritted my teeth and stared at Gojo Wu, then looked at Fuheisher and regained my original calm expression, inviting softly: "Next year I wonder if Mr. Fu Hei has time to attend my wedding with Wu?"

In this regard, Fu Heisher let out a very light laugh, he stretched out his hand and rubbed my head quite familiarly, "I have time."

This action suddenly shortened the distance between me and him, and suddenly brought me back to that hot summer day that was about to pass.

The corners of the mouth curled up subconsciously, and the eyes looking at him became much more real.

"Then this time, you can't miss the appointment." I said.

Along with these words came a crisp sound, and I saw his hand rubbing my head was swung away forcefully.

Gojo Satoru's face was heavy: "Get lost."

The smile on Fuhesher's face became more and more obvious, he turned his wrist, ignored Gojo Satoru's almost substantive murderous intent, and pried up the corner of the wall in public: "Little brat, if you can't get along with this guy, you can come to me. Remember that I will always be waiting for your arrival."

"Stop dreaming," Wujo Wuqi smiled back, "You don't take a pee to see yourself, you are old, ugly and poor, where do you have the face to say such a thing?"

old and ugly?

I couldn't help being distracted, and silently looked at Fu Heisher's still firm and wrinkle-free skin and that evil appearance, which completely didn't match this description.

As for poverty, I can't see it at present.

I secretly came to a conclusion, and when I raised my eyes, I saw the excited little eyes of Knotabazu and Nagasaki, and there was a sentence written in each of them brightly.

Nagasaki: Oh, the Shura field.

Knotweed: Teacher Wutiao, come on!

After roughly reading their eyes, I was speechless for a while.

However, the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two men continued.

In the streets where people come and go, it is simply embarrassing.

In order to interrupt this naive elementary school chicken quarrel, I chose to look firmly at Fu Heisher, and politely refused: "Mr. Fu Hei, stop joking."

"Okay," Fu Heisher shrugged lazily, with an ambiguous tone, "If so, I changed my mind..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted.

"If you don't get lost," Gojo Satoru's voice was extremely low at the moment, his lips were tightly pursed, and the hand on my shoulder seemed to be suppressing something, "then find a place to fight. The dead must know what is He shouldn't have gotten involved."

Fu Heisher had no interest in fighting with him, so he waved his hand and said goodbye to me: "Let's go, bye."

When his figure completely disappeared, the low air pressure emanating from Gojo Satoru's body still hadn't slowed down.

He put down his arms around me, like a wronged and resentful little daughter-in-law, and walked forward without saying a word.

There was a trace of pity in the lonely figure for no reason, as if waiting for me to coax him.