When Leihu was reincarnated as Shier's daughter

Bengbu lived.

Gojo Satoru's expression management failed for a moment, then he snorted heavily, turned his head and walked away, out of sight.

……

The seven-day rural autumn outing came to an end. Zao Ji and others gained a lot. The bag was not only filled with pure natural pollution-free vegetables, radishes, and eggs from the enthusiastic villagers, but also fresh, tender and fat pork.

——The night before, the Qiancun family actually slaughtered the pigs that Early Ji and the others worked so hard to save from the curse spirit, made a sumptuous farewell feast, and generously gave them all the leftover meat .

When they learned where the meat on the chopsticks came from, Zaoji and the others wept tears of sympathy from the corners of their mouths, thinking that Zhuzhu died so greedily, they must not let him down.

The most interesting thing is that not only the school children got presents, Wujo Satoru and Jiarui Nitzi were also stuffed with bags of local specialties, reminding of the young master who didn’t know much about the world, carrying a basket full of potatoes, vegetables and carrots With a bewildered expression, Zao Ji couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Unlike Wujo Wu who had a private car to pick them up, Xia Youjie, Zao Ji and others had to follow the school order and take the bus uniformly, so they bid farewell to the two in the village.

The next day, the warm sun was in the sky, and the warm morning light passed through the transparent layer of glass, gently caressed the girl's cheek, and reflected her eyes like stars, shining brightly.

The happiness named Anwen is like a small seed, buried deep in the dust that has been washed away after the baptism of blood and gunpowder, trying to protrude a bud, and then the leaves stretch out, and the leaf edges are bent, like a small boat, filled with the scorching sky. sunlight.

Zao Ji lowered his head and glanced at his phone. Among the top numbers in the address book, there were two more contacts nicknamed "Wu" and "Glass".

If her friends are like the rain that falls from the sky, breathing new life into a weary heart.

Then the family she is about to return to is the soil on which she takes root, which continuously delivers nutrients and supports her life.

The journey is very long, and it took most of the day to come, and it will not be much faster when I go back.

As dusk approached, Zao Ji saw the familiar city from a distance, and it was still full of traffic, repeating the scene of thousands of days and nights in the past.

Saying goodbye to everyone at the meeting point, Saki carried the heavy package effortlessly and returned to her own home.

With a brisk smile on the corner of her mouth, she couldn't wait to step into the hallway and walked towards the living room.

In her imagination, Shier would be lazily nestled on the sofa as usual, with his arms spread out in front of the back of the sofa, and one of his hands was still holding the remote control, because it was not time for the horse racing show Therefore, he is most likely to keep pressing the channel change button, and the boredom in his eyes is getting stronger and stronger.

Zao Ji put the package in the corner, and she organized her sentences, ready to pounce on Shier's father's lap at that time, and tell him all kinds of interesting things that happened in Baichuan Village in detail, just like every child who shares life with his parents Fun for kids alike.

But when she walked into the living room, what caught her eyes was the dim light, the empty sofa, the pitch-black TV screen, and the only sound of her footsteps in the huge living room.

Zao Ji slowly stopped, blinking his eyes.

——Dad is not at home.

The living room was the heart of the house, and from here she could hear all the rooms.

From the bedroom next door came the sound of the two children's breathing, dreaming, and the muffled sound of Ugly Bao rolling the quilt for them. Only in Dad's room was it eerily quiet.

The bubble that swelled to the limit was suddenly punctured, and Zao Ji felt that her expectations had failed. She lowered her eyelashes, turned around to get her bag, picked out the vegetables and meat inside, put them in the refrigerator, and then gave them to her younger siblings. We cook.

It may be that she was a little absent-minded, not in good condition, and her craftsmanship was not as good as before. She took a sip of the fish soup and frowned.

Did she not put salt before?It seems to be faded.

...Forget it, I can eat it anyway.

Early Ji simply put it on the plate.

After waking up the younger siblings, the three of them took an ugly treasure and sat around the dining table. While eating, Zao Ji asked them if they knew where Dad was?

"Dad?" The person who answered was Tsumiji. Holding her chopsticks, she tried to remember for a while, her face was blank, "I don't know, Dad left the house very early..."

With Fu Heisher's personality, how could it be possible to explain where he was going to these bean-sized children, and Tsumiji didn't dare to ask, after all, adults have adult things to do, right?

Early Ji sighed, not too surprised.

...Actually, she should have gotten used to it.

Not long after Xiaohui was born, Shier's father also left early and returned late every day, or didn't return all night at all. As soon as he returned home, he was full of alcohol, his eyes were gloomy and he couldn't see the light, worse than the sky outside. Be dark.

He is an adult who is married and has children, so naturally he doesn't need others to worry about his itinerary...

The truth was understood early on.

But—maybe she was spoiled by Shier's father these days, she has become more and more "increasing" in the early days. In the past, she could act as if nothing had happened, turn a blind eye to the hangovered father who came home, and help him clean the wine bottle by the way , Wash clothes, ask him to give money with akimbo, but now she can't do this kind of mentality.

She felt lonely for a while.

The already out-of-standard food in his mouth was even more tasteless. After chewing two bites, Zao Ji put down his chopsticks. After his younger siblings finished eating, he packed up the leftovers and poured them out to the stray cats and dogs outside the community.

The warm sun disappeared below the horizon, the night covered the sky, and the temperature dropped quietly at night. The autumn wind brought a bit of winter cold, piercing through Zao Ji's not thick clothes, making her shiver straight.

"Hiss..." She rubbed her arm with goosebumps and muttered, "It's time to add two more clothes later."

She seems to have forgotten that she is a breathing swordsman, and the ordinary cold can't do anything to her.

So where did the coldness she felt come from?Zaoji didn't want to delve into it.

The moon gradually climbed up the treetops, and the hands on the clock turned round and round. A certain hateful man seemed to have forgotten that he still had a home, and there was no sign of returning at all.

The hole in my heart was getting bigger and bigger, and the cold wind was blowing in. Zao Ji pursed her mouth and sat outside the porch with her arms wrapped around her knees. I shouldn't be making so many meals, it's too wasteful... No, I won't be in the kitchen for the next week, so he cooks Dad's meals himself!

"..."

Alas, really, what is she angry about? It's not that she doesn't know her father's virtue...

Zao Ji seemed to be vaguely aware of where the sourness and grievances in his heart came from.

She was spoiled by Shier's father's "good talk" in the past two years, and she was no longer satisfied with "it's good to have relatives". She began to long for the love and care of relatives, and longed to be at home like thousands of complete and normal family children. Growing up in people's care.

The second is... the sense of gap caused by the failure of her expectations.

It was obvious that they had been separated for seven whole days, and there were so many things that they wanted to tell him, and they couldn't suppress their longing for their family members, but in the end, he was lucky enough to leave her an empty living room—he didn't miss her at all.

Especially under the comparison of her classmates, damn it, she doesn't dare to hold her mobile phone now, for fear that her LINE will be full of warm photos of family reunions posted by her classmates.

Zao Ji felt that he had made a mistake.

Zao Ji rested his chin on his knees, his eyes were out of focus, staring vaguely at a certain point in the sky, blinking from time to time.

At first, she could still slander indiscriminately in her heart and add drama to herself, but in the middle of the night, her heart lake was already quiet, and she couldn't disturb the slightest ripple.

Her mind was empty, she didn't think about anything, she just sat outside the porch like a wooden statue, waiting for the black-haired man.

Sitting for a whole night.

Zao Ji thought she could last a whole night without sleep, but she obviously overestimated the endurance of her body, and she wasn't on a mission to kill ghosts in the wild, and her nerves were also in a relaxed state. When the dawn approached, sleepiness almost occupied her brain.

There was only a little bit of clarity left, and with his eyelids closed, he stared motionlessly at the asphalt road stretching to the horizon.

Maybe God had mercy on her.

The mountains in the distance are illuminated with green colors, the fish-belly white at the end of the sky is slowly blooming, and the morning light at dawn is weak and cool, but it is enough to dispel the darkness that covers the earth.

A slanting shadow dragged behind that person.

Zao Ji's head nodded, as if she was about to fall asleep, but when her eyes caught the figure, she still instantly returned to her dull nerves, she suddenly raised her head, her eyes widened, and she lowered her eyes. His full figure.

Shi Er paused, as if he was surprised to see her at the entrance.

His lips moved, spit out a few syllables, Zao Ji tried hard to resist the drowsiness, and vaguely distinguished a few words.

"Why... no... room?"

She felt herself being embraced by the man's strong arms, she whimpered like a little animal, and adjusted her posture so that she could lie down more comfortably.

Her eyelids were almost closed, and she muttered: "I'm waiting for you, you haven't come home, I'm worried..."

The man's breath was stagnant.

Zao Ji nestled in his arms, writhing uncomfortably, frowned, and complained instinctively: "It stinks, why does your body smell so heavy of blood, hurry home and take a bath , Uh... I forgot to cook for you, sorry."

"..."

Shir didn't respond.

He just quietly looked at the girl in his arms. The blanket on her body had already been scattered, and he yawned, his mouth softly disliked the smell of blood, but his body unconsciously moved closer to the source of warmth.

In the end, it was a sentence like a dream.

"...Welcome back, Dad."

After that, he tilted his head and fell asleep against his chest.

But for a nine-year-old girl, staying up late is indeed embarrassing. Even if she supports her mentally, her body disagrees.

Shi Er's heavy eyes swept across the entrance, all the evidence showed that Zao Ji sat here all night.

There was cool morning dew on the clothes, and a ray of sunlight at dawn covered her body and fell into Shi Er's eyes, but it made him feel in a daze that this little girl who was less than ten years old was the light source itself.

She waited for him all night until he came home.

There is no significant reason.

Maybe it's just to say "Welcome home" to him when he comes back.