Friendship from all staff to END

According to Fu Heihui, he hasn't returned to this apartment for a month, and he only asks the landlord to come to clean and remove dust occasionally to keep the apartment clean.

The boy turned on the heater, decisively dug out the warming table at home, spread it in front of the TV in the living room, and skillfully placed a plate of oranges and a plate of shortbread on the table.

During this period, Shi Er sat cross-legged on the blanket, drinking tea while watching his son busy, enjoying his son's care as a matter of course.However, those long and narrow eyes never moved away from Yujia's body, looking up and down, looking at the young man's complexion, checking whether the other person's breathing is smooth, and whether the heartbeat is steady or not.

I don’t want to break the silence. I can even see the darkness like this. Yujia cleared his throat and explained: “My physique is quite special. It won’t disappear after death, but will be reincarnated continuously. If you don’t believe me, you can ask me a little bit before. It's something the two of you know."

Before Shi Er could speak, Fu Heihui, who was tidying up the room in the room, let out a burst of furious roar.

"What is this? You went to bet on the horses again?"

Fu Heihui held a stack of betting tickets in his hand, and the dates were all from this year. After a little calculation, these alone cost several million yen.

"The annual rent of this apartment is only one-tenth of these betting tickets!"

"Ah... this little money." Shi'er didn't care, his eyes drifted involuntarily, and he glanced at Yujia's face. Seeing the young man's expression suddenly serious, he coughed in a serious voice, "I will earn it back, racing horses is just a matter of money." A little hobby for pastime."

"Where's the steel ball? This is on Kabukicho Street in Shinjuku. Have you been there yet?"

Not only betting tickets, Fu Heihui also found pachinko's small gold pieces, blue and silver GOLD cards marked with serial numbers, which are virtual currency that can only be obtained by winning games, and can be exchanged for cash.

However, a thousand small steel balls can be exchanged for a small piece of gold bars, and a small piece of gold bars is only 1500 yen. God knows how much Shier spent to get these small gold bars.

Shi Er murmured: "What is this? The tea set you use is also a gift I exchanged at the small steel ball shop. Isn't it good to use?"

Fu Heihui: "This set of tea sets can be bought at a [-]-yen shop! If you spend money so extravagantly, you won't even be able to save money for the elderly when you get older and cannot move around!"

This is not the first time that Fu Heisher has been educated by Hui in this way, but today, Yu Jia is here, and Hui is a person who looks at the occasion, and will not lose his temper in front of outsiders, or he is really angry.

Yuga can understand where Hui's anger comes from.

The private junior high school that Megumi Fukuro attended, the total annual tuition fee plus living expenses is about 150 million yen. By doing exorcism tasks for Gojo Satoru, he will also earn some extra money to subsidize his family.

As a result, I live carefully and carefully, but the old father can spend a lot of money in the casino, so the child can't be angry.

Shi Erxu touched his pocket, remembered that he lost his wallet and keys in the bedroom, so he had to go through the window to go home today, so he clicked his tongue: "Isn't it enough to send you money every month?"

Hui helplessly raised his forehead: "I'm not talking about this issue, it's about your retirement—"

This family has not had a neutral party to reconcile for a long time, and the conversation between father and son always fails to reach a point. Seeing that Hui was silent, Shi Er did not find a wallet, but took out a pack of cigarettes, so he simply picked up a cigarette. , got up and went to the balcony, closed the glass door again, and lit for himself.

Yujia grabbed an orange and followed him to the balcony, just as a gust of sea breeze hit his face, swirling smoke into his face, Yujia coughed a few times, and Shier immediately pinched out the fireworks in his hand.

"I'm fine, let's take a breath." Yujia waved his hand, signaling Shir to be casual, "At first I thought you forgot me, your eyes are very imposing, Shir."

"How could I forget." Shi'er snorted, but he never lit his cigarette. He put his arms on the fence casually, looked down at the young man, and asked in a hoarse voice for a long time, "Will you still be sick?"

"It's all cured, and I'm in good health now." Yu Jia patted his chest, the new heart was very active, and after the bonus of the gods, he would have difficulty catching a cold in the future, let alone a serious illness. Only live long and healthy.

"Really." Shier put the extinguished cigarette in his mouth, took out a card from the pocket of his clothes, and threw it to Yujia casually.

Yu Jia raised his hand to catch it, only to hear Shi Er say: "Although that kid always accuses me of spending money indiscriminately... In fact, all the money I spend is small, and the big money is all here."

The face of the card is a foreign account. Shi Er has often gone abroad on missions over the years, so it must have been done at that time.

"Why didn't you tell Hui?" Yu Jia was curious, turned around and saw Hui was looking for ingredients in the refrigerator in the kitchen, as if thinking about what would be more convenient to eat at night.

Shi Er looked at him, and when he spoke, the cigarette in his mouth flickered up and down: "He won't accept it, the original intention of this deposit is to save it for him to see a doctor in case something happens."

"what……"

Yujia didn't understand at first, but suddenly thought of what Xiaohui once said, her mother died of illness.

"Whether it's Nagisa or you, they all died of illness, and I don't know if it's hereditary. In short, let's prepare a copy just in case." Shi Er said lightly, standing with the backlight on his face, the expression on his face Cut by light and shadow, it is obscure.

The long journey of life ends in silent death.

Shi Er had experienced it twice, and it was the first time he attended the funeral of Yuhua in the Zen Academy. The long corridor leading to the auditorium became an endless vortex in his eyes, and the center of the twist was the blurred unknown and the confused and uneasy future.

Shi Er couldn't remember the other people and things clearly, but he just felt that he really didn't have the strength to walk through the corridor at that time, and finally left in a hurry, and went to the Zenyuan home to pack his bags alone.

Before I pack lightly and set off on the road, I look back again and feel that this large area of ​​ancient houses of the Zen Academy is extremely barren, and the little weeds growing stubbornly on the tiles of the walls are the real life.

The second time was Fu Heizhu, this time he was much calmer, and he was able to calmly pack up the ashes after burning, and take care of everything with his arms in his arms.

"Illness is a terrible thing. It consumes energy and money. My talent is very rare, but Xiaohui is the successor of ten shadow spells..."

Shi Er was talking, his voice lowered, and he just shook his head.

"It's nothing more than a medically reasonable guess. It's my nervousness."

When human beings are faced with major events, if they are inexperienced, they will always be worried. Considering that his son is still ignorant and ignorant, Shi Er chooses to make all preparations, and at the same time decides not to let the other party know.

If he knew that both his uncle and mother died of terminal illness, the child would not think much about it.

"Hui is very healthy, don't worry." Yujia's visual recognition can see clearly, if Fu Hei Hui has any illness, the negative effect reminder will tell him truthfully.

"Yes, that's good." Shi Er turned his head to look at the coastline without saying a word. He was rushing back to this home that day and hadn't taken a good look at the surrounding scenery.

The sun set early today, and the orange-red fireball sank heavily behind the Enoshima Bridge. Hui's birthday was the day of the winter solstice in solar terms, and it was also the day with the shortest day in the northern hemisphere.

"Christmas is after the winter solstice, Hui also said to go to Komachi Street to play," Yuga peeled open the orange, took a bite, found it a little sour, but frowned and ate it earnestly, "Mr. Shier is going to work? "

"I originally planned to go to Germany—" Shi Er simply took the remaining oranges, ate a few slices, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

How sour!

"Hui! The oranges are sour this time!"

The father's first reaction was to open the door and call to his son in the kitchen, calling out with confidence.

"Go back and exchange for a new one!"

With a carrot in one hand and curry cubes in the other, Hui Hui was so angry that she turned her head and yelled, "Go buy it yourself if you feel sour! I'm busy!"

"Hmph, the owner of that store cheated money with bad fruit again, wait." Shi Er simply changed his shoes to find the fruit seller to settle the score, then raised his head and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Judging from Shi Er's appearance, he planned to buy it back along the way.

Yujia asked today's birthday star: "What kind of food does Xiaohui like?"

Fu Heihui, who was looking for butter and apples, said casually, "Ginger roasted pork or something."

Yujia told Shier: "Xiaohui said, to eat ginger roast meat tonight, Mr. Shier went to buy ingredients, remember to bring back some Coke, and give Xiaohui a New Year's Eve birthday in the evening."

Kei, who was holding the ingredients, was a little silly, and Shi Er was also stunned.

Yujia stared at Shier: "Do you still plan to let your son cook dinner himself for his birthday today? Buy the ingredients and make them yourself, or go to the restaurant to pack them, you choose."

The corner of Shi Er's scarred mouth twitched, and he didn't seem to be angry with the former Patriarch. In the end, without saying a word, he resigned to his fate and went to buy food.

Surprised by his father's obedient appearance, Fu Heihui looked at Yu Jia, who shrugged: "Instead of letting your father take the money to bet on the horses, it's better to let him spend the money to buy food."

Hui: Yes!

Yujia handed Shier's card to Hui: "Your father's large deposits are all here. In fact, they are all saved for your use. He is just embarrassed to tell you that's all."

"What?" Hui looked at the card in disbelief, "Then what are these betting tickets and gold bars?"

"Well... no one is perfect, and there is only a shortcoming of gambling. It is probably because the work pressure is too great, and some extreme measures are needed to relax." As he said, Yu Jia concluded, "So, in the future, the money he gives will be spent as it should, If you don’t ask for it enough, it’s okay to ask for more, you know?”

The silly child went to work to earn money by himself, but Gojo Wu dared to accept it, and directly advised the child to go back to school!After graduating from university, I will consider whether to become a conjurer or not. There are still many ways to go. If I really want to get justice, I can be a policeman!

After that day, Fu Heihui, who checked the balance on the card, really experienced the drama of "I thought my family was not rich when I was young, but I didn't expect my old father to be a billionaire".

On December 12th, Christmas Eve came, and there was a light snowfall in Kamakura.

Yuga stayed in Ena for two days, and visited Enoshima and the Shonan coast by the way. After Megumi finished her homework, the two made an appointment to go to Tsuruoka Hachiman Shrine, and then stop by Komachi Street for a stroll.

Of course, Shi Er is also there. It is rare for the old father to spend the holidays with his son and cousin, and he has to shoulder the responsibilities of the elders—that is, to pay the bills.

"Shir, croquettes, pay."

I don't know how many times I took out my wallet today, Shi Er calculated it, and found out with a look of astonishment that raising a half-grown son and cousin is no cheaper than betting on horses, and the wallet has lost a lot of weight today!

"That harumi sells whitebait two-color bowls, but there are too many people in line."

Fu Heihui searched for a good store with his mobile phone, and Yu Jia helped to advise him, not forgetting to remind the old father to queue up to get the number.

Shi Er glanced at this kind of online celebrity shop, most of them are eating by couples. In order to create a Christmas Eve atmosphere, the clerks all wore red Christmas hats, the floor-to-ceiling windows were printed with snowflakes and snowmen, and the doorway was decorated with red ribbons. Parasites and bells, when you push the door, there will be a ringing sound, and white snowflakes will shake off.

Komachi Street is bustling with people, and this popular restaurant has only a few customers. Looking at it visually, it will take at least an hour for them to line up.

"To wait for?"

Thinking about the cold weather, Shi Er turned his head to ask his son and younger brother, only to see two flushed faces huddling together to scan their mobile phones, hearing his tone of intent to leave, Hui and Yu Jiaqi said in unison: "Wait! "

Looking at the two boys with the same sharp and beautiful eyebrows and eye contours, Shi Er had the illusion for a moment that he had raised two sons. The old father was under a lot of pressure, so he turned his face away and continued to line up, saying in a low voice: "It's all a debt, you guys More, what you say counts."

The old father's soft clothes made the two little ones feel comfortable in an instant. They waited for a seat against the falling snowflakes. Suddenly, someone in the store knocked on the glass window lightly. The faint sound attracted Hui and Yujia. They looked into the store and saw On the big table by the window, someone familiar was waving at them.

"good evening."

Gojo Satoru, wearing sunglasses and a black jacket, was waving at them. Knotweed was also there, sitting near the aisle, with two servings of lemonade in front of him, one of which seemed unused at first glance, but as long as he paid close attention, You will find that there is a god sitting there, smiling and beckoning.

"Yujia, Hui~" Hu Zhang mouthed exaggeratedly, "Come in and join the table, don't wait!"

The two people with red noses looked at each other.

"go in?"

"Go in, it's too cold."

So, without further ado, he set up Heshier and rushed into Harumi together.

"Gojo-sensei, why did you come to Kamakura?" Five people and one god occupied the entire table, Kei took off the earmuffs, and Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers and summoned the waiter to bring the menu.

"I'm going to have a vacation too. It just so happens that Yuuhito is free, so I came together." Wujo Wu elegantly held a coffee with enough syrup, and looked at the father and son in front of him with his beautiful eyes through the sunglasses, as well as his pupils. Bright friend "Did you have fun, Yuga?"

"Not bad, Hui is a very good guide."

Yu Jia ordered milk tea for himself, and suddenly heard the sound of the door opening not far away. It was a couple. When passing by the mistletoe, they kissed passionately, causing many people nearby to cheer and applaud.

"It's the legend that couples kissing under the mistletoe will stay together forever. It's in Harry Potter. I've seen it." Knotweed recently started the film and television drama practice method, relying on watching film and television dramas to exercise the control of emotions and spell power. So far it's working.

"A modern legend? It's also unique." Wujozhi held the lemonade in both hands, tasted the slightly sour taste, and whispered, "It's a strange taste. It's such a cold day, I want to drink."

Japan's regulations are to buy alcohol to see ID card, under the age of 20 are not allowed to sell.

At this table, only Shier and Wujo Wu met the standard. In the end, Wujo Wu came forward and bought a bottle of sake.

The small wine glass contained a clear glass, and Wu Tiaozhi drank it with his head full of joy. Looking at the snow falling outside the window, he said impromptuly: "When the snow falls on the treetops, you can't distinguish the plum blossoms."

A table of modern people does not have the elegance of singing waka, and Wujozhi's aria is a bit lonely.

Finally, beside Youren's cheek, Su Nuo said in a low voice: "The red leaves are falling in the frost, thinking about the white mountains."

"Waka, the visitors from the Heian period are really different."

Gojo Satoru can't drink, can only drink coffee, look at the white world in front of him, the world beyond the human habitation, the mountains and lakes are quiet, the end of the year is approaching, no matter what era, this is a time for everyone to rest and prepare for the new year. New Year's Day.

Yu Jia recalled that the beginning of the mission seemed to be at the end of the year. He took a servant and left Ping'an in a bullock cart, and then pulled Liangmiansu Nuo back in the freezing weather.

The world of missions plus real life is almost exactly a full year. He didn't pay attention and made a bunch of different friends.

Suddenly, a peddler pushing a small cart passed by outside the window. On the styrofoam in the back seat of the car, there were transparent apple candies inserted. When Yujia, who is a sweet party, saw the red fruit and the transparent candy shell, he couldn’t hold back immediately. Stopped, got up and said: "I'm going to buy some apple candy, does anyone want it?"

Hisuhito, Gojo Gojo, and Gojochi all raised their hands.

Yujia nodded and went out with his wallet. When he opened the store door, the sound of "Lingling" fluttered pleasantly. Suddenly, the time of heaven and earth stopped flowing. Even the falling snowflakes remained firmly in the air, and the shape of the hexagon was clear. Recognizable.

And when Yu Jia was slightly dazed, someone came from behind and gently took his hand.

"go together."

The other party straightened the emerald green mistletoe on the door, with a smile on his lips, and suddenly leaned closer.

"Can I kiss you?"

Yujia blinked and asked, "What kind of kiss is this?"

There are also many kinds of kisses, goodnight kisses, greeting kisses, parting kisses.

The other party thought about it, and replied: "Since it is under the mistletoe, it is a kiss of love."

His eyes were full of tenderness, containing many concerns and expectations. He conveyed this heart to the person in front of him, and then carefully held it down, waiting for a response.

Out of love, lingering in dreams, everything that follows is just letting nature take its course.

Yu Jia thought for a while and said, "It seems to be not bad."

Seeing that the other party wanted to continue to say something, Yu Jia breathed out a breath of white air, looked at the snowflakes falling from the sky, and simply grabbed the other party's collar.

"Okay, now, I'm going to kiss you."

Announcing that, Yuga leaned close to the corner of his lips and left a light kiss.

"Now, you are mine."

With golden eyes bent, Yujia was in a happy mood, thinking that after the winter, next year's spring must be very bright.