When Leihu was reincarnated as Shier's daughter

In the graduation season, early Ji can feel that everyone is obviously busy.

In addition to Wujo Satoru who has a private tutor who is still idly surfing the Internet and sharing various sand sculpture news feeds in water groups every day, Xia Youjie, Kai Teng Shun, and Jiarui Nizi in the same grade...including Saiki Kusuo, the number of times they go online is visible to the naked eye. reduce.

This made Wujo Gojo feel empty, lonely and cold. He was alone in the group until 03:30 in the middle of the night. Who knows where he got so many emoticons.

Every time I see Zao Ji, even if she is online, she can't help but dive, not to interrupt this self-professional addict.

【The Apostle of Cang: (Pig Advances.jpg)】

【Apostle of Cang: Is there anyone——】

[Apostle of Cang: Whoa, why am I the only one again!Is graduation season really such a scary thing?No one plays with me anymore! 】

[Apostle of Cang: Strongly condemn Nitzi and Jie!The two of you don't have to worry about going to school at all, anyway, sooner or later you will both be college graduates!snort. 】

[Apostle of Cang: (Maomao akimbo.jpg) There is no other way, it seems that the only way is to resort to the trump card. 】

【Apostle of Cang: Me!Rob!arrive!Tickets for the Taisho Museum are gone!There are six cards in total, first come, first served...]

Here Gojo Satoru hadn't finished typing, and the previously unmoving heads started to vibrate wildly one by one.

The little friends poked Wujo Satoru, instantly exposing their evil deeds of collectively diving to spy on the screen.

Early Ji slowly typed a series of ellipses.

She asked Gojo Satoru, didn't the Taisho Museum say that it is free to open all day, why do they need sightseeing tickets?

Gojo Satoru replied triumphantly, saying that you don't know about it, because the flow of people is too large, which far exceeds the daily load of the museum, so the curator had to introduce a limit for sightseeing tickets.

Now, netizens can be said to have robbed their heads.

When Ji Wu realized it, her fingers flew like flying, and she left a message for Wutiao Wu.

[Apostle of Thunder: Well, leave me a ticket.We all have time this weekend, and it's okay to get together. 】

At some point, Zaoji became the spiritual leader of the Wings of Darkness.

Everyone puts her opinion first, no matter what the friends are eager to do, even the most naughty Gojo Satoru will not make any big moves until she nods.

A message from the early era was sent out, and it was finalized.

……

Zaoji rubbed his fingers and looked up at the calendar.

Meeting on the weekend, in fact, there are only two days left.

The tense and fulfilling days always pass quickly, they are all preparing for the final exam and the entrance examination, even if, as Gojo Satoru said, the two conjurer friends don’t need to worry about the entrance exam——

Xia Youjie's worried words told the truth.

"Voluntary admission to a higher education institution and admission to a higher education institution due to lack of ability are completely different concepts. I always have to provide a reasonable grade to appease my parents, otherwise I will be skinned by my family."

Home into the glass has ordered countless likes.

Early age doesn't have such a big psychological burden, she is at most a junior, and the conjurer is too shameless to hit someone her age.

Maybe it's a small rebound after the hot summer, this week's rest day ushered in a light rain.

The rain weaves like cotton, dispelling the floating heat in the air in an instant. Umbrellas of various designs and colors are opened and slowly moving along the sidewalk, like colorful blooming flowers.

The bad weather did not reduce the flow of people in the museum. On the contrary, it became more and more crowded because of the space occupied by umbrellas.

Zao Ji stood on tiptoe and looked around at the entrance of the museum. She came earlier, 10 minutes before the appointed time, so she idly stepped on the water under a big tree and played.

pat, pat-

Tiny waves burst under the rain boots, and her reflection on the water was stirred and broken, and then re-condensed.

Suddenly, a force from the side hit her shoulder directly, and the girl's exclamation was heard next to her ear.

"what!"

Saki reached out and firmly supported the girl in the sailor suit, saving her from the fate of being soaked in sewage.

"Scared me to death, thank you, little sister... Huh?"

The girl saw Zao Ji's face clearly, her grateful eyes froze suddenly, and the polite smile froze on her face.

She seemed to see something unbelievable, her clear eyes widened.

Zao Ji raised his eyebrows, "Do you know me?"

"It's so small..." she murmured, with an unnatural blush on her cheeks, "How come it's so small, it's different from what I imagined. Didn't you say that the age is similar, grandpa is lying?"

Zao Ji tilted his head and stared at her, and the other party suddenly came back to his senses, shook his hand with a face full of shame, and hurriedly explained.

"I'm sorry, I, I'm too excited, are you early Ji? Fuhei early Ji?"

"...It's me." Coming at her?

"I'm Maternity House Shiki Liangxia! Huilizai is my grandfather!" The girl immediately became energetic, her eyes burning, "I, I have wanted to know you for a long time, Zaoji."

Early Ji's eyes widened slightly, and then a boundless smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

It's a girl from the Ubuyashiki family.

Speaking of it, Yinzai did say that there were no girls in their generation, so that the daughter of the second brother Jingren was spoiled by the whole family as a treasure.

Fortunately, the family education of the obstetrician is excellent, and none of the children they cultivate are dandies.

"Hello." Early Ji showed her kindness without hesitation, and smiled with his eyes bent, "Nice to meet you."

Bang.

It was the sound of an explosion in the skull.

Is this what it's like to succeed in star chasing and communicate with idols face to face?Excited heart, trembling hands, Miyashiki Liangxia felt that she was about to catch her breath.

"Hmm..." Miyayashiki Liangxia covered her face and forcibly calmed down, "Is Zaoji here alone, do you want me to take you to visit the museum? Speaking of which, I also have good friends here..."

Zao Ji glanced at the phone, and readily agreed: "Yes. Let me talk to my friends."

Anyway, the museum is so big, it is not impossible to meet in the museum.

I explained it to everyone in the group, and Zao Ji originally wanted to explain a few words, but unexpectedly, my friend trusted her too much.

...It should be trust, right?Or pet?

Staring at the replies of "Of course it's okay" and "The most important thing is to be happy early", a suspicious color gradually appeared in her eyes.

Scalped numb by the benevolence of his friends like an old father, Zao Ji simply put his phone back in his pocket, took Liang Xia's hand and entered the museum first.

"Liang—Xia—you are so slow! I have been waiting for you for more than ten minutes!"

If you haven't seen him, hear his voice first.

The girl's voice was full of small complaints, with a hint of intimacy that would only be revealed to a friend, and she acted like a spoiled child openly and aboveboard.

"I'm sorry, I'm here, aren't I?"

Liang Xia took Zao Ji and trotted over, apologizing to her friend naturally, took out a piece of candy from her pocket, and stuffed it into the other party's mouth.

The girl with two braids on the back of her head choked, and held the candy upright in her mouth, wrapped her arms around her, and did not forget to "hum" softly.

She shifted her gaze to Zao Ji, "Who is this little sister?"

"People from my family." Miyaya Shiki Liangxia said concisely.

"Oh..." The girl's eyes were clear, she knelt down and smiled at Zaoji, "Hello, I'm Riko Tenuchi, this idiot—" pinching Liang Xia's cheek, "my deskmate and friend , you can call me Sister Riko~"

Liang Xia rubbed her cheeks, showing helplessness like looking at her ancestors, "Lizi... At least in front of Zao Ji, save me some face."

Riko Tennouchi turned her head sharply: "Zaoji?!"

"It's Fuhei Zaoji." The girl patiently explained, "It's just the same name, don't think too much about it."

"Oh..." Riko nodded.

The two girls held Zaoji in the middle, one on the left and the other on the right, as if they were worried that she would get lost. While sightseeing the exhibition, they did not forget to hold her hand and read the inscription on the stone tablet in a low voice.

The time spent with them was very pleasant. I was so happy that I forgot the friends of the Dark Wings who didn't know where they were. She looked at them one by one with a touch of nostalgia. From the outer hall to the inner hall, the ranks of swordsmen Elevated, the inscriptions introducing them are more substantial and... tragic.

In the inner hall, Riko Tenuchi stopped talking.

She took out two bouquets of flowers from her bag, and placed them beside the statue in the center of the exhibition hall silently and reverently. Before them, the statue of the Flame Pillar was already surrounded by flowers.

In the spacious and bright hall, there are nine statues.

It symbolizes nine pillars.

Everyone who goes to the museum ends up here.

They think of those flesh-and-blood lives in the movie, the human nature shines in the depths of the soul, travels through a hundred years of time and space, and settles into marble statues, thick and steady, just like their unshakable character.

The teachers of the school organize extracurricular practice and bring students to study here.Parents will always take their children with them, trying to imprint the good qualities of their ancestors in their immature souls.

Time is always accompanied by inheritance.

Zao Ji looked with relief at the children in the exhibition hall who either stood still or came forward to present flowers under the command of their parents and teachers.

Their eyes are full of precious innocence and purity. Maybe they are just following the adults' request now, but it doesn't matter. One day they will understand... How significant is their existence? The spirit of the past will be sown under the soil of these new lives.

Early Ji glanced at the children, passed through the gap between the adults, and swept towards the other side of the exhibition hall.

Suddenly, her pupils froze.

She stared in that direction, her eyes gradually reddened by the uncontrollable soreness.

All the hustle and bustle of the world has been withdrawn, leaving only the whispers of those people.

"Hey, I said Tan Yan, don't go that way... We almost lost you!"

"Wow, I'm sorry Shanzhao, but I really want to meet these people...you are the same, right?"

"Who is the same as you, iron baby!"

"Liar, who was the one who couldn't walk when he saw the early stone tablet of Yuanshan?"

"Sister Dengzi! Don't expose me!"

"Pfft hahaha..."

"Mouth flat green leaves, you laugh again?!"

"Hmm, I'm sorry. It's just the way you get along, no matter how many times you read it, it's interesting."

These boys and girls, submerged in the huge crowd, were inconspicuous, and they also tried their best to reduce their own sense of existence.

They, who have not been trained in breathing techniques, don't seem to be aware of Zao Ji's long gaze.

Just like every tourist who came to visit, they presented a bouquet of flowers to the sculpture, and then drifted away amidst fights and bickering, until their backs disappeared.

……

"Zao Ji, what are you laughing at?"

Riko followed her gaze and found that there was nothing there.

"It's nothing." Zao Ji turned her head, the moist light seemed to condense into substance in her eyes, and the corners of her lips raised an incomparably bright and hearty smile, which was so light that it was about to float.

"Let's go too."

They turned and walked down the corridor.The moment one foot stepped over the threshold, Saki turned his head and cast a last glance at the inner hall of the exhibition.

The nine statues still stand quietly, turning into a small piece in the iris.

She didn't miss it any more, and walked out the door, leaving statues, stone tablets, flowers... and the countless pasts behind.

——Thank you, I should let it go.

——In this world, the years are quiet and beautiful, and the time is safe.