Find a way to own the 5t5

I seem to be floating in the air, and I feel light all over.

Many grotesque clips flashed in front of my eyes like a revolving lantern, red, black, green, and the mixed colors made people dizzy.

Suddenly the screen changed, and I was standing in a dirty alley.

The weather was so hot that breathing was as difficult as grabbing moisture from a shriveled sponge.

I slowly controlled my hands and feet, and pushed open a heavy iron door in the dark golden afterglow. The dark shadow sank from the top into the ground little by little along the angle at which the iron door closed.

Behind the iron gate is a dilapidated house.

The interior of the house is empty, with a big hole in the roof on the east side, and every morning the hazy light shines in through the gloomy clouds.A reclining chair is placed where the light source can shine... It seems that someone always likes to sit on it and doze off.

I looked at the recliner quietly for a while, walked around it and walked back to the bedroom on the second floor on the dilapidated wooden stairs.

There are many old dolls piled up in the bedroom, including cabinets, floors, tables, and bed legs.A new spider web grew in the corner of the ceiling, and a three-eyed spider was entrenched on the edge.

A man was stepping on a chair to clean up cobwebs.

... old man?

By the way, I am dreaming.

I realized this very clearly, but I still looked at that person's back motionlessly.Although the mind is clear, the body is dull.

The man turned around and looked at me with a smile on his face: "Anna?"

"Ah!" I heard myself respond in a low voice.

……

Gojo Satoru woke up in the middle of the night.

Because I am very busy at ordinary times, I always take a break at every opportunity, so my work and rest are very unstable.In addition, now that I am in a strange place, I am subconsciously vigilant, and I am even more unable to sleep well.

I was scrolling through youtube on my mobile phone boredly, when I suddenly heard a very brief sob coming from outside the door.

He immediately turned off the video that was playing, but never heard anything again.

"...Isn't she secretly crying?"

Gojo Satoru presses the black screen and intends to go out to have a look, but when he thinks of the "confession" he received during the day, he is a little hesitant, "She shouldn't be thinking of taking the opportunity to throw herself into my arms...?"

"But if I have a lower limit, she can't catch it."

"It can only be blocked outside."

Wujo·Self-Confidence·Enlightenment immediately opened the door, intending to see what was going on——

A dim light yellow desk lamp was lit on the table, just enough to cover the girl curled up on the sofa.The curly and smooth long hair, like seaweed floating in the deep sea, fell to the ground along the cushion, revealing a delicate profile.

Salty tears gushed out of the eye sockets, rolled down the bridge of the nose, slid down the cheeks, and finally sank into the long black hair.

He didn't wear sunglasses, so even from a distance, he could clearly see the direction the tears flowed.It is not a scene like the high-resolution temperature measurement graphics seen by the six eyes, but a warmer reality felt by the naked eye.

...I actually cried.

In Gojo Satoru's life, there have been many women, such as the biological mother who is rarely seen, the servants in the old house who wear smiley masks, and the companions of the magician; ...

But no one has ever huddled into a small ball like her, weeping silently, and even the breathing rate didn't change when crying, it was as smooth and quiet as after a deep sleep.

A sleepwalker cannot be woken up casually, so can a dreamer be woken up, will there be no sequelae?Why is she called a foreign name when she is obviously Asian? I really don't understand... Can I wake her up?can you?

Gojo Satoru's mind was full of messy thoughts.

He pondered for a while, and finally decided—wake her up!Anyway, even if she gets angry, she can't hit him!

Just when Gojo Satoru approached the sofa and stepped into a certain range, the girl suddenly opened her eyes!

The dark brown pupils quickly locked on to him. In addition to alertness, there was also a trance in the eyes. In the blink of an eye, the tears wrapped in the eye sockets flowed down.

Gojo Satoru was startled.

"...Anna?"

It was the first time he called her name.

……

"...Anna?"

When I woke up, the scene in my dream seemed to reappear in reality, and someone was also calling my name.

Before I could react, I responded subconsciously: "Eh?"

"..."

"..."

The consciousness of wandering gradually returned, and I shook my head, trying to wake up my chaotic brain.Suddenly, I felt my face was wet, and I reached out to touch it...the face was full of tears.

I looked up at Gojo Satoru blankly, and he took a step back after meeting my gaze.

...?

Why step back?

"Did you see me cry?" I gently wiped the tears from my face with my sleeve and asked him.

He nodded, not forgetting to hit me: "You cry so ugly."

"..."

I pulled the quilt over my head, and my voice was muffled through the quilt: "Okay, goodbye, good night."

A vague laugh came into my ears from outside the quilt, and a few seconds later, a finger poked my face through the quilt, then poked again, and poked again...

I grabbed the quilt with one hand and reached out to beat him with the other.

After waving for a long time, I didn't hit anything.

"Hahaha, I can't hit it."

……

childish!childish! !

I rolled over and lay curled up with my back to him, ignoring the hand that had been poking at my quilt.

Probably because I have been ignoring it, the force of poking me has gradually decreased, and the drowsiness has gradually increased.

When he was about to fall asleep, Gojo Satoru's calm voice came from behind him: "Why are you crying?"

I recalled the dream just now, and said softly, "Because... I had a beautiful dream."

"Hey~ Do you cry when you have sweet dreams?"

"I was so happy, I couldn't help crying"

When I mentioned this, I turned back and lifted the quilt to reveal my face: "It's all your fault, you woke me up."

Gojo Satoru: "?"

"Before I go to bed, I turn on 'Yuan'. Once someone approaches me within five meters, it will wake up."

Although this move is generally used to capture the movement of enemies who step into the range during battle, there is no rule that it cannot be used while sleeping.

"Hey..." Gojo Satoru, with a displeased face, came over and knelt down next to me, and pointed at me unkindly, "I said you——I came out to see you because I heard you cry. wake you up."

I blinked and nodded: "I know, I didn't really blame you, I was just joking."

After thinking about it, I added another sentence: "Thank you for worrying about me."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Gojo Satoru: "...You bastard..."

What's wrong with me?"

He suddenly reached for my hair and rubbed it hard, turning my hair into a messy bird's nest.

"What are you doing?" I pushed his hand away, took out a comb from under the sofa cushion and began to comb my hair.

Gojo Gori said bluntly, "Didn't you also touch my hair? It's okay for me to come back now, right?"

"I'm just touching, I didn't make a mess on purpose."

"Huh? What did you say? I can't hear you clearly."

... Are you pretending to be stupid on purpose?Obviously smiling happily.

I combed my upturned hair little by little, and the man kept staring at my combing action, looking very interested and even wanting to try it.

I imagined the scene where Gojo Satoru combed my hair... I don't know why, but it feels a little scary.

Gojo Satoru looked at it, then suddenly approached me and laughed and said, "The eyes are so red, they seem to be swollen, like someone punched me."

"It will be swollen after crying." I retorted, "It should be purple after being punched."

"How do you know it's purple? What if it's red?"

"Because I've seen it before."

"Perhaps you have misremembered."

He said confidently, "If you don't believe me, let me punch you."

"..."

I fell into deep thought, thought about it seriously, and still refused, "No, I don't want to be beaten."

"...You really thought about it seriously!"

Didn't he suggest it himself? I rejected it after thinking about it. Why did I look shocked.

I complained in a low voice: "You are so difficult to understand."

Gojo Satoru: "Do you think you understand it easily? Who would seriously think about such a thing."

"me."

"..." Wujo Wu was at a loss for words for a moment.

Although he was choked by my words, he didn't feel embarrassed—at least it seemed like this, and he kept instructing me "I didn't comb it here", "This side, this side", "It's curled up again"

Ah, so annoying, disorderly command.

I glared at him, and he sat down on the ground with a giggle.

After being silent for a while, he suddenly called me: "Anna."

"...Huh?" I was slow to respond.

Gojo Satoru supported one leg and looked at me with one hand resting on his chin: "Why isn't it 'E'? I've rarely heard of such a response."

Me: "It was a habit when I was a child... Only the old man will tell me to respond like this."

He looked surprised: "Then you responded like this before... Could it be that you misunderstood me?"

"How is it possible." I looked at him inexplicably, "I just woke up and still unconscious... I thought it was the old man calling me in the dream."

"Ah—? Doesn't this mean that my voice looks like an old man, very old~ It's too much."

"The old man is not old."

"You are called an old man, how can you not be old?"

I thought for a while and said, "He asked me to call him that."

Gojo Satoru made the final decision: "It means that he is very old to let you call him that!"

It seems that something is not right, and there seems to be nothing wrong, but the old man really does not look old...

I couldn't figure it out, so I decided not to think about it for now.

"By the way," I recalled the scene just now, and asked curiously, "Why are you rubbing my hair? Is it because you like me?"

"..."

He was stunned for half a second, jumped three meters high as if being stabbed, and ran far into the darkness, "How is it possible!——How is it possible for me!"

"It's just returning! Can't you understand the words!?"

Oh, that’s right, you’re so excited, you even said “Lao Tzu”.

I ran through my hair, found no more tangles, and tucked the comb back under the sofa cushion.

Then said to him: "Then we are different, I touch your hair because I like you."

Gojo Satoru, who was facing the light at that time, was really beautiful, like a fine jade, and I wanted people to hide him, so I liked it very much.

"..."

The pupils of the person in the dark suddenly trembled, and his mind was full of "who am I and where am I right, I shouldn't come out".

After a while, he opened the door nonchalantly, and said in a calm but erratic tone: "It's normal, after all, I'm the strongest hahaha... I can't touch it anymore."

Then he slammed the door shut.

I tilted my head in doubt, not understanding why he seemed emotionally unstable for a moment just now.But it may also be my illusion, after all, we are a bit far apart.

I peeled off the black mud pasted on the back of the sofa and asked it, "Why haven't you talked?"

The black mud flat was sticking to my palm in a ball, and the tone was very calm: "I don't think there may be room for me to speak."

"?" I suspected it was lying to me, "No one will stop you from talking."

"........."

I let out an "ah" and said with great interest: "Speaking of which, Gojo Satoru jumped three meters with ease just now. If he goes to participate in an international competition, he should be able to win the championship."

"In the future, if you don't want to work, you can go to the competition."

Hei Ni is very Buddhist: "Well, you are right."

The author has something to say:

The heroine responded with "あい" in the fifty-sound tone, which is similar to the pronunciation of Ah Yi. If you read it quickly, it means love, eh, that's it.

In fact, when Gao Zhuanwu said "I like you", his normal reaction should be "Huh? Really? No wonder, after all, I am really good, but you are not my type, bye~"