When the blind date is 5t5

The winter air is filled with the breath of dead vegetation, decaying and desolate.The cold wind blew past me like a knife, and in an instant, red marks appeared on the exposed skin.

Wujo Gojo and I stood there with big eyes and small eyes, neither of us said anything, just like two pillars, standing quietly at the entrance of Gaozhuan.

For a while, the atmosphere was a little stagnant.

Until he spoke first and broke the silence.

He pursed his lips, and his blue eyes were shrouded in a thick fog, which perfectly covered the change of emotion in his eyes.

After a while, I heard him say in a casual tone: "I lied to you. Let's go, go to eat first."

I glanced at him suspiciously, thinking secretly in my heart.

Was he just tricking me, or did he really regret it?

I'm completely clueless about this answer.

But combined with the previous conversation between the two of us, a vague guess gradually surfaced, but I didn't dare to think about it.

What if it's just my self-indulgence?

Thinking of this, I decided to bury this throbbing deeply in my heart before Gojo Satoru made a clear statement, and instead used a calmer mind to understand his words.

Could it be that you regret agreeing to marry me?

I thought with some panic.

Carefully shaking my right hand, I raised my head to meet Gojo Satoru's downcast eyes, and asked weakly, "Mr. Gojo, will you agree to marry me?"

Facing my question, Gojo Satoru didn't hesitate, he almost answered firmly, "Yes."

——*——*——

Yidizhi sent us to the entrance of the department store, and then drove away alone.

Before leaving, Gojo Satoru took a pair of sunglasses from him and put them on skillfully.

I looked curiously at the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. At first glance, it looked like a style that a blind person would use, and it was extremely rustic.

However, wearing it on Wujo Wu's face gave him a bit of arrogance for no reason.

Still amazingly handsome!

Is this what the old saying goes, as long as you look good enough, you can control everything?

I silently imagined his appearance in a tattered sack.

Hey, it feels pretty good too.

A few minutes later, he and I sat in a private dining room reserved in advance.

The light in the room is yellowish, and there are three narcissus lilies in full bloom in the glass vase at the corner of the table. The rich fragrance of flowers surges through the nose like an undercurrent, a bit intoxicating.

The time waiting for the food to come up was too boring. After I visited for a week, I rested my chin on one hand and watched him ask a question that I wanted to ask just now: "Why do you like to wear these things? For example, when we met for the first time Blindfolds, and today's sunglasses."

I paused, and before he could speak, I guessed in a low voice, "Could it be to pretend to be cool?"

Gojo Wu raised his eyebrows, then tore off his sunglasses and casually threw them on the table, and asked arrogantly, "Do you think I need to pretend to be cool?"

I looked at his desperate appearance, and answered silently in my heart:

Indeed not.

Driven by doubts, I cheekily continued to ask: "Then why?"

"very tired."

He raised his hand and rubbed between his brows.

Hearing this answer, I glanced at the sunglasses lying pitifully on the table, and tilted my head in confusion, "Huh? Then why are you taking off your sunglasses now?"

As soon as the words fell, I found that he was in a daze in front of me for the first time.

Wujo Wujo seemed to have thought of something, and his expression was inexplicably stained with a warm smile.

This scene fell into my eyes, and I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

In fact, does he have someone he likes?

It's just that due to some unknown reasons, he had to marry me and used me as a shield.

Thinking of this, the guilt of breaking up a lover is like a big stone pressing on my heart, so stuffy that even breathing began to become a little difficult.

After a moment of silence, he said, "Because someone once told me that my eyes are beautiful..."

Seeing him continue to tell about his experience with someone, but I have no interest in the story in his mouth at all.

So, I quickly stopped him.

"Since the purpose of meeting is to discuss marriage together, then let's not continue this digression and get straight to the point."

I said it so calmly, but my tone unconsciously carried a few wisps of astringency that I didn't even notice.

Gojo Satoru looked at me deeply.

I was numb from his unexplained stare, subconsciously clenched the corner of my clothes, and said in a blunt tone: "Then I'll start first."

"I only have one request." I took a deep breath, observed him carefully and said, "After marriage, without my consent, you are not allowed to force me to have intimate contact."

After finishing speaking, I saw him frowning, and the expression on his face became a lot colder in an instant.

It's like a layer of frost, which makes people feel cold for no reason.

The danger-perceiving radar in my brain was whirring, I swallowed silently, and quickly patched it up, "I will also cooperate with you, and I will try my best to get used to your closeness."

Gojo Satoru still didn't express any opinion on this request I made.

However, even if his final answer is no, my bottom line will not take another step back.

If I retreat again, I will become a prey for him to slaughter!

I thought stubbornly, looking at him with firm eyes.

After a while, Gojo Satoru reluctantly opened his mouth, "Yes."

Once this requirement is met, I have nothing to worry about.

So, I politely asked, "Mr. Gojo, do you have any other requests?"

After Gojo Satoru was quiet for a while, he coldly made a rather unreasonable and absurd request: "No matter what happens in the future, you are not allowed to divorce me."

Hearing this, I tilted my hand remembering the post-marriage rules, and a sudden black line appeared on the white paper.

Is he joking again?

In case, he and his sweetheart break through many obstacles, achieve a positive result, and prepare for marriage.

Then wouldn't I become an eyesore blocking the way for them to enter the marriage hall, and become the vicious female partner in romantic novels?

Then I conceived this picture in my mind, and I couldn't help shivering, and refused in a loud voice: "No."

"What if we each fell in love with someone else?" I tried to speak calmly, without any sense of humor in my tone.

Gojo Gojo said "Impossible" stiffly, walked behind me, and quietly snatched the pen from my hand.

Suddenly, there was a clear and pure breath like a clear spring in the forest and snow on the top of the mountain. I froze and watched him pinch the pen in a daze, and wrote down the request just now on the paper.

The handwriting is sharp and free, in stark contrast to my neat handwriting.

"Sign." He put the pen back to me again, his eyes were burning, and he had an aggressive air that if you don't sign, I won't give up.

I only persisted for a few seconds, and finally I was defeated. I dared to write "Kamo Asuka" at the bottom in a hurry without daring to speak.

Gojo Satoru picked up the marriage agreement signed with my name, folded it, and put it in his pocket properly.

"When I get back," he said solemnly, "I'll give you a copy after I stamp the family seal on it."

I was too lazy to worry about whether I took the original or a photocopy, and turned to eat the special dishes of this restaurant.

No more gas can be wasted.

After eating and drinking, we took the elevator to the top floor of this department store.

A row of large posters used to attract customers is lined up at the entrance of the cinema.

I stood in front of the posters, glanced at them one by one, and guessed in my mind which movie I was going to watch later.

There aren't many movies in theaters this week.

First rule out an American romance film adapted from a famous book.

If you think about it, it's impossible. Isn't this kind of movie only girls are interested in?

What's left is either a boring ghost movie that even a child won't be afraid of, or a boring, hypnotic documentary.

These are all skipped.

His eyes fell on the dusty poster that was placed in the far corner, and two cool racing cars occupied most of the place on it.

It looks like an action movie, so that's what it should be.

I draw conclusions with certainty.

However, face slaps are always caught off guard.

When Gojo Wujo got the ticket and came back, I asked, "Which one did you order?"

Gojo Satoru waved the two paper movie tickets in his hand, and replied with a smile: "Little Women."

Ok?

Romantic movie? ? ?

Isn't it men's favorite action movie? ! !

I stared at him dumbfounded, my mind blank.

I saw the 1.9-meter-tall man in front of me smiling ripplingly, with two clusters of girlish blush inexplicably on his handsome face.

Is this the cuteness of contrast?

He probably wouldn't cry silently when he saw something emotional.

Until I entered the theater, I was in a state of thunder and trance.

Even on the way to watch the movie, I glanced at the man next to me from the corner of my eye from time to time.

If he does cry, I can hand him a tissue just in time.

It's just so thoughtful.

In the end, it was me who saw half of the crying.

With tears in my eyes, I watched Joe tore off the letter paper, grabbed Gojo Satoru's sleeve, sniffed and choked up, and said, "Why can't Joe be with Laurie in the end?"

In the dimness, I was keenly aware of the way he looked at me.

Complicated, and a little dazed.

"Not suitable," he answered my question without thinking, "so they missed each other."

"Mr. Gojo, if you become Laurie in the play," I don't know why, but an unreasonable impulse in my heart made me ask this question, "Will you choose Amy in the end?"

Do you also like that pretty and lively girl?

I swallowed the words abruptly and stared at him intently through the faint light of the screen.

Gojo Satoru didn't have much emotion on his face, he curled the corners of his mouth, and his smile showed his unique unbridled flamboyance.

"I choose Joe," he said.

——*——*——

After the movie ended, we followed the crowd to the lobby.

There are only a bunch of people waiting in front of the two elevators.

I hesitated for a while. It would be more comfortable to go down the stairs than to squeeze the elevator with a bunch of strangers.

Just walking the stairs is a bit tiring.

Gojo Satoru did not object to my proposal.

The stairs in the center of the department store were empty and narrow, and only the footsteps of the two of us echoed back and forth, which seemed a little scary for no reason.

The pale lights flickered abruptly, and a layer of lime suddenly fell from the walls on both sides.

Immediately afterwards, I heard a shrill, almost hoarse scream.

It's the stairs from the next floor.