God is still on the way to recovery

On the way back, it rained lightly in Yanzhen for a while.

The rain in spring is so thin that you don't feel it when it falls on your body, but the surrounding air and clothes will gradually become wet.

Holding the paper bag from the supermarket with one hand, Miao Mao twirled his bangs with his fingers, feeling that the ends of his hair were sticking to his neck, but he just glanced at the people around him, Wujo Satoru and the gang were driving unlimited, and the white hair on top of their heads was still showing off The ground is upturned, the whole body is refreshed and clean, holding the mobile phone with one hand while watching and following himself.

Uramo shook his head to get rid of distracting thoughts, he asked Gojo Satoru: "Are there any missions tomorrow?"

After pressing the screen a few times and simply replying to Yidizhi's message, Wujo Wudao said, "I'm going to Shinjuku."

As he spoke, he finally put the phone away. He glanced at Miao Mao's wet hair, twisted a strand casually, and rubbed his knuckles against the junior's cheek, "Isn't it uncomfortable to be so wet?"

"A little bit," Matsuo said, putting aside the hair sticking to his neck, "I need to take a shower when I go back."

Then, Gojo Satoru grabbed Urashige's hand that was not holding something with one hand.

The hands of the younger generation are a little smaller, and if the five Wuwu fingers are closed together, they can be easily held in the palm. Momo didn't know what he was going to do, and suddenly a cool feeling spread from the cuffs, and he almost thought that the other party had stuck his fingers into it. The clothes froze instantly.

Then he realized that he had wrongly blamed the other party, and Gojo Satoru just held it, and that feeling was the effect of the spread of the lower limit technique, and now there is the feeling of being infinitely isolated from Momo's side.

Looking up, I could see a drop of rainwater falling on the eyes, approaching infinitely, but drawing an arc in mid-air, and falling along infinitely.

Fantastic experience——

Green eyes saw the upside-down world through the drops of water. Suddenly, Gojo Satoru leaned in front of him and asked, "What are you looking at?"

In the water drop, Gojo Satoru's face is also upside down, and the blue eyes are much brighter than the white hair, causing a pure blue world to be reflected in the water drop's field of vision.

Miao Mao looked at it for a long time, then slowly said: "I'm looking at you."

Good guy, another straight ball.

"It's so wet," Uramo shook the remaining drops of water from his hair, "Go back early."

The conjurer slowly gathered a spell at his fingertips, and suggested enthusiastically: "If you use my spell to blow away the dark clouds, the rain will stop."

Xu Shichi, with a powerful blow to the sky, let alone dark clouds, Mao Mao believes that he can even knock down satellites.

"No, spring rain is a good thing. After it rains, all the flowers will bloom."

**

Anna was on a business trip in Kyoto, and there was no one at home for a while.

After handing a package of food to Gojo Satoru, Matsumoto quickly took out the newspapers and letters in the mailbox. After opening the door, the room was deserted. It was not until the light was turned on that a small white animal slowly climbed down from the sofa. , Wagging his tail to look for someone.

"mum--"

The "child" who was forced to watch the house let out a weak cry.

The child hasn't eaten for a day, so poor.

Miao Mao patted its head pityingly: "Cat, you are made of felt, pure natural wool, in fact, you don't need to eat."

The little animal followed him into the kitchen pitifully, and kept pawing at his trouser legs with meat pads, trying to attract attention: Although he didn't need it, the child was growing and could eat three bowls in a row.

This is Gojo Satoru's second visit to Uramo's home in Yanzhen.

The last time Anna was there, the irascible old lady's aura was more town-like, and he didn't take a good look at this room. Now he called "Excuse me", walked into the room, and saw the chicken, green onion and ginger in the kitchen. Soak it in cooking wine, then wash your hands and hug the cat: "I'm going to take a bath, let's go together."

Gojo Satoru, who was about to enter the kitchen with his head down, paused, slowly raised his eyes, and stared at the other party.

Then, he heard Maojiao Didi's "meow".

...Oh, he was thinking too much, Uramo was talking to the cat.

"You can sit wherever you want." Urashige, who was holding the cat, saw Gojo Gojo holding his forehead with one hand, looking like he couldn't find his way in life, so he suggested, "Watch TV and wait a while, I still have games in my room. Play."

Gojo Satoru raised his eyes and glanced at the opponent's clothes. After taking off the school uniform jacket in Shiozaka, he was wearing a simple white shirt underneath. At this moment, the sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, and two buttons on the collar were unbuttoned. The cat was curled up on his arm and was pulling. Playing with each other's drooping hair.

The collar of the white shirt was wet, and Miao Mao's lips were slightly pale, probably because he felt cold.

"I... go to your room to see what games are available." After all, this is someone else's house, and he can't walk around at will, so staying in the living room or Momo's room is the most suitable.

"There is a number plate on my room, which is very conspicuous."

He pointed the stairs to the other party, watched Gojo Satoru go upstairs, Urashige adjusted the temperature of the water heater, then patted his face, went straight to the entrance and opened the door.

It was almost dark outside.

A black car was parked on the side of the road, under the headlights, there was a gray mouse lying on the cement.

The rodent made a "chirp" sound, and was not afraid of people opening the door. It raised its upper body and looked at Mao Mao with black eyes.

All of a sudden, the mouse jumped back, a little burnt up on its tail, but it crawled directly onto the person in the shadows and scratched his arm.

There stood a woman with ponytail, suit, and golden eyes.

The slender white fingers snuffed out the slightly flickering flames, and she walked slowly, the lines in her eyes turned slightly, like the eyes of some kind of dragon.

Uramo hugged the cat, looked at the other person, and asked: "It's the first time we meet, who are you looking for?"

When she heard this sentence, Maqima was obviously taken aback.

The boy in front of him looked like he was just an adult, and the cat in his arms fluttered a few times, and finally buried his face in the owner's arm, so the boy slowly touched the back of the cat with his left hand, and looked at Ma Qi again. Ma: "Still lost?"

"...meeting for the first time." The pupil that dominated the demon quieted down, staring at the ordinary human being, and the wound on the opponent's face, "I'm looking for——Yanzhong."

"Well, go west along this street, and you will see it after crossing the bridge." Mao Mao casually pointed.

The demon in front of him didn't move, so Uramo asked again: "Is there anything else?"

Machima took out a small paper bag from her pocket with one hand, opened it, and inside were gems, red and green petals and leaves, and a few tiny things lying scattered at the bottom of the bag.

The dominating demon took a step forward, stretched out his arm while pinching the upper edge of the paper bag: "Thank you, this is a thank you gift."

However, the boy took a step back slightly.

It's weird to think that a strange visitor suddenly wants to give something away.

Seeing this, the dominating demon leaned over and placed the paper bag on the cement.

"I'm just passing by to have a look, sorry to bother you."

After she finished speaking, she turned around, and the end of her hair drew an arc in the air.

"Meow?"

The cat finally dared to poke its head out, staring at the devil getting into the car and leaving, it meowed, thinking that the two would fight first.

"No need, I won't know her." If you don't know her, there will be no communication in this life.

Bending down to pick up the bag of gems, Uramo walked to the yard, locked the iron fence, and then went back to the house to lock the door.

Gojo Satoru saw that the word "MOMO" was hung on the door by the stairs.

Pushing the door, according to Mao Mao, the left side of the bookshelf is full of game boxes, which are placed in chronological order from the [-]s to the recent past.

I think the owner of the house has a mild obsessive-compulsive disorder, because the photos on the upper shelf are also visited in chronological order. If you take down a photo frame, you can see the year and event written on the back of the photo. Figures were left in the photos, and they were placed one by one on the top shelf of the bookshelf.

The two photo frames are empty, and the signed paper on the back is still there, and the words are "A photo with Anna when I entered high school" and "Catching a Unicorn with Shigeru and Ritsu".

In the rest of the photos, you can see that the three-headed child with big eyes but empty eyes is either eating, stacking Lego, or looking at the camera indifferently with a schoolbag on his back. As he grows older, his face is human. Emotions have changed. When I saw the green-eyed child wearing a sea soul shirt and dark blue shorts in Xiaowu, with two braids on his head, he was sitting side by side with Maofu and playing the flute like a girl. I took it off, looked at it for a while, then took out my phone and started to take pictures "crackling".

This--this is so cute!

The black history of Mao Mao's childhood get!

In junior high school, Urashige’s photos were the most lively, with those climbing trees, roofs, and water towers... It seemed that he was always climbing to a higher place, and he was so skinny.

When I was in high school, I became quiet again, my hair grew long, and I was always reading or playing games.

Adolescent children have unpredictable personalities. Gojo Satoru remembered that when he was a child, he was surrounded by a bunch of killers who came to assassinate him for a reward of [-] million yuan. He basically didn't smile very much. In the past, those people were frightened and unable to move.

After entering the high school, people will become lively. After all, he will be considered the strongest conjurer at that time. Those who want to assassinate know that they will not be able to stop a lot, and there are a bunch of people of the same age who make jokes every day. up.

Everyone's life can be divided into many stages. Countless little bits and pieces of life make up the current person's personality, emotional characteristics, etc., and are even engraved in the person's appearance and eyes.

Anna is the only one who will take pictures of Uramo. Although he is busy, he does take good care of him. She must have brought those normal emotions.

There was a sound of going up the stairs outside the house, and Mao Moyuan shouted: "Come down to eat."

Pushing the door open, Mao Mao was wearing comfortable and clean home clothes with half-dry hair on his head. Seeing the other party looking at the photos on the bookshelf, Mao Mao hurriedly framed those photos in elementary school with double ponytails and skirts (acting in dramas) Turn over to cover.

Turning around, he saw that the other party was holding the phone.

Is this... too late?

Mao Mao finally struggled: "Please don't do things like frame the photos and hang them on the wall."

Gojo Satoru: "If you don't mind, I would like to share these treasures with your first and second graders..."

"That doesn't work either." He resolutely refused.

The conjurer holding the mobile phone sighed: "Then I can only enjoy it by myself, alas~~~"

Hei Shi's women's clothing photos are in the other party's mobile phone, thinking that Gojo Satoru can take them out from time to time, and compare them with his current self, maybe he will take the photos to persuade himself to try wearing a small skirt again...

Miao Mao stared at the dark smartphone, his eyes became hotter and hotter, and then, a tiger pounced on it and reached out to snatch it.

"Delete, delete, I'm a living person here, what are you still thinking about in front of the photos every day - stop making trouble."

It was easy to reach the mobile phone with both hands, but when the opponent raised his arm, Matsuo was almost lifted up. He failed to catch the target, and his hands slid down the opponent's wrist and forearm. The whole person was like a tree. The wombat stuck to the opponent's side.

Momo knows that he is not too short, but compared with his 190cm body, he is forced to be the cutest height difference.

Looking at the mobile phone that was already far away in the sky, Uramo gradually became tired. Suddenly, the black smartphone turned and came back to Uramo.

"If you really don't like it, you can delete it, but I really only took it because I thought it was cute."

On the unlocked screen, Miao Mao with pigtails in a sea soul shirt is playing the flute, with a round face and eyes full of seriousness and dedication.

This one is indeed quite normal. It turns out that Gojo Wujo didn't take the one where Xiao Er wore a princess dress and had a red face in that stage play.

Seeing this, Mao Mao felt that he was making a fuss, coughed lightly, and said, "This one, this one is okay, there is no problem keeping it."

Looking at the lover who regained his composure, Gojo Satoru patted the back of the person in his arms reassuringly, and said casually: "This height is just right, you can completely wrap yourself in your arms."

Noticing the posture of the two, Mao Mao blinked and said: "I will grow taller."

"Really, then, this posture will be a little more relaxed then."

As he spoke, Gojo Satoru gently stroked the back of the other's neck with his fingers, making him raise his head obediently, and slowly kissed the corner of his lips.

Gojo Satoru thinks that his little boyfriend looks not too much older than Yuren and Megumi in appearance, and most of the time he just wants to hug, then kiss, touch, and fall asleep peacefully like hugging a pillow.

After a year or two, when his temperament becomes more mature, Ushio will be a calm person, right?

After eating, he and Uramo lay on the bed in each other's bedroom, and Gojo Satoru fell asleep in a drowsy state of mind gradually diverging.

As a result, it was an unfortunate dream that when Mao Mao grew up, he put on a suit, started a business in finance, and became a social animal like Kenren Nanami.

The ruthless office worker is carrying a briefcase and always looks at his watch and refuses to work overtime for a minute, and his temper has become hard. Gojo Satoru is heartbroken, thinking that his well-raised and mature lover can't turn into a mouthful that "conjurers are dogs" X" type!

Gojo Satoru woke up with the beautiful facial features of Urashige and Nanami's face outline. This is simply the scariest nightmare of the year!

My Momo...

The first thing he did after waking up from the dream was to grope for the sleeping person beside him in fear. When he touched the other person's face that was still soft and warm, Gojo Satoru heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it didn't become a combination of Jianren Nanami (bushi)

But it doesn't seem right there.

Gojo Satoru touched it again, and felt the soft long hair on his arm.

Six eyes opened, looking at the long black hair spread on his arms, Ushio was almost curled up in his arms, the two of them had to stick very close to find a suitable sleeping position that would not fall off the bed. posture.

Because this Miao Mao is much taller.

The person whose back was facing him turned around uncomfortably, and that flawless and deserted face moved closer, and then slowly opened his eyes.

A calm and dignified face.

Gojo Satoru had seen it before under that crown, but that time the other party kept his eyes closed.

Now, the river with faint starlight flowing in the green, like a green galaxy, he slowly got up, with long black hair venting behind him, as if he was not awake, he sat like this for a long time in silence.

"morning."

After a long while, he said hello, and after he finished speaking, he felt his throat belatedly, and found that his voice seemed to have become a little deeper.

Gojo Satoru was filled with question marks.

May I ask my children suddenly grow taller after one night, how can it be broken?