I rely on the bloody script to force BE

After saying this, Gojo Satoru felt a little embarrassed again, and left with a brisk foot.

The 360-degree field of vision made him notice that Qianliu of the Chanyuan took two steps in his direction, as if trying to persuade him to stay, then stood still and looked at him from a distance.

Qianliu from the Zen Academy is not afraid of the dark, is he?

Impossible, conjurers are accompanied by filth every day, and the twisted and terrifying curse spirits each have their own scaring methods, but darkness is the least worthy of fear.

When he walked to the intersection and turned back, Qianliu of the Chanyuan was still standing there, slender and thin, as if he would be carried away by the winter wind at any time.

Reason is divided into two, one half is saying don't be coaxed by her tricks, and the other half is really soft-hearted and wants to turn back.

Gojo Satoru thought and thought again, turned back and went back, and left without looking back.

But in this situation, Qianliu's pale face under the light of the moonlight in the Chanyuan really made him feel indescribable regret.

He remembered that sometimes when he went out of the room to pick up leftovers in the living room at night, there would be a gap of light through the tightly closed door of the Chanyuan Qianliu. At that time, he thought it was because she hadn't finished her work, and she worked overtime automatically in the bedroom late at night. .

It turned out that I was just afraid of the dark.

Despite his heavy footsteps, Gojo Satoru rushed into the power distribution room at an extremely fast speed, flipped the switch, and the lights came back on.

And Zenyuan Qianliu was already sitting on the sofa in his spare time, his expression was as pale as if washed with water, the gaffe just now seemed like his hallucination.

No one in the room mentioned this matter, so Gojo Satoru naturally wouldn't take the initiative to ask.

The TV was turned on again, and Lisa's singing dilutes the seeming embarrassment.

"Brother, let's start working next year. It's been so long since I've done nothing but name..."

"No..." Fu Heisher resolutely refused, "I'm not short of money, why do I have to go to work?"

"But wait until I...forget it..." she said, "let's talk about it then."

At 11:30, after eating Nianyue buckwheat, we set off for the temple closest to our home. As soon as we left the gate of the villa area, we could hear the distant bells.

"It's so cold..." Fu Heisher drooped his eyelids, "Why do you have to go out at night?"

Gojo Wujo, who had always been at odds with him, nodded in his down jacket: "You finally said something human."

"You're not bad either, the dog talk can be understood by people."

Fu Heihui complained in a low voice: "It's here again, it's the same conversation every year."

The steps in front of the small temple are already crowded with many people, and many people still stick to the inherent customs in this changing information age.The first 107 ringings of the bell should be completed in the old year, and the last 108 rings will be ringed at midnight.

Qianliu found a corner in the Buddhist temple and stood still. She raised her eyes to look at the warm yellow lights, and the calm Buddhist bell resounded through the sky.

In front of you, the lovers who come together describe the vision of future life.

She remembered the stupid things she did when she was young, turned her head to look at Gojo Gojo's handsome and youthful side face, and smiled with her lips pursed.

He was a little awkward, his eyes dodged: "What are you laughing at?"

"Just to laugh," she said.

The heartbeat of the young man beside him was covered by the bell, but the joy of Qianliu in the Buddhist monastery did not reach his eyes.She stared blankly at the fireworks, candle flames and reflections, without any emotion.

Joy is confiscated.

……

[Depression value: 72]

This value is really annoying...

Qianliu of the Zen Academy was tortured by her mentally disturbed mother when she was a child. She is very afraid of the dark, especially afraid that only one person will be in a dark environment.

It stands to reason that this is a good setting for dating, but Gojo Satoru doesn't seem to notice this, and only thinks that she is trying to act like a baby.Because Chanyuan Qianliu is really good at covering up.

She is used to being fully armed and hides her weaknesses tightly.When she was with Wujo Satoru, her fear symptoms would also be greatly reduced, and she seemed to be just ordinary timid.

"What a headache." Kageyama Chiryu sighed, and brushed up the strategy essence post on the player forum, "After breaking 65, the buff affects too much... It seems that we still have to find a way to cut the value down."

The depression buff has affected her control over Qianliu of the Zen Academy.

Entering the memory branch to enrich the plot can eliminate the depression value.But if unexpected events are triggered, her carefully prepared layout will be disrupted again.

Kageyama Chiryu hates all uncontrollable things, and games are certainly no exception.

Have to think of a way.

"Continue the game……"

……

On the first day of the new year, the sound of horns on the driveway formed a noisy symphony, and the flow of people was like a school of fish, crowding around the streets of Tokyo.

Gojo Satoru complained endlessly at first, but he really couldn't understand Qianliu's mentality of going out purely to watch the excitement of the Zen Academy, so he still wanted to drag him along.

But when the other party suggested that there are a lot of people, and we are afraid of being crowded, let's hold hands, he obediently kept silent.

He held Qianliu's delicate palm with a cool feeling, pampered, weak and boneless, making people dare not put any more effort for fear of crushing it.

Even though it was extremely cold weather, heat came from her slightly cool skin.

Zenyuan Qianliu stared at him without saying a word and laughed again, as always, and shook her head when she asked her what she was laughing at, her eyes were clearly nostalgic, probably thinking of her husband.

Will she and Wu hold hands like this?

That is inevitable.

Thinking of the other self, Gojo Satoru couldn't help but start to get angry, secretly comparing and competing with himself.

What's so special about him?How good and considerate?To what extent has the strength grown... Rationality knows that it is not necessary at all.

"That's..." Zenyuan Qianliu pointed to the advertisement that was scrolling on the circular LED screen, "A new game from Nintendo?"

The new handheld and a major IP sequel 1.1 were released on the first day of Chinese New Year, at the Nintendo Tokyo flagship store on the 6th floor of Ginza.

Wujo Wu took a closer look, and became a little interested: "Go and see."

Walking into the gate of the shopping mall, Zenyuan Qianliu withdrew his right hand from his hand, and recalled the messages on his mobile phone.

The palm became empty, and the fingers curled up unconsciously.

Gojo Satoru suddenly regretted that he could buy a new game console at any time, and there was no reason to continue holding hands if he left the crowd.

At the entrance of the mall, Ren Hell's local push staff enthusiastically stuffed him with printed brochures and invited him to go to the flagship store to buy.

There was already a long line in the aisle on the sixth floor, and the line meandered to the open-air balcony. There were so many excited game fans in the cold wind.

Zenyuan Qianliu and he stood at the end of the line, looked at the endless crowd, and exhaled.

Time passed, and the team moved forward a little.

Zenyuan Qianliu shuddered, a not-so-distinct sharp pain came from his knee, and his face was almost stiff.She has always been afraid of the cold, if not to accompany him, she would have gone back a long time ago.

But Wujo Satoru didn't realize it, he was playing 5V5 on his mobile phone, and he was able to taunt the opponent with ease.Qianliu from the Chanyuan stared at him for a long time before he raised his eyes and asked in a stiff tone, "Why?"

"Aren't you allowed to see it?"

"Well, I need to collect money."

With more than 30 seconds left before the resurrection, Gojo Satoru pressed the screen off button, exchanged a glance with her, and asked, "Are you feeling bored?"

"A little..."

"That can't be helped, let's chat with you."

He happened to reach for the Nintendo brochure in his pocket, "Do you know "Theoda"? Today is the sequel that will be released on the new console."

Gojo Satoru likes to play this game very much, but in order to match the topic, Zenyuan Qianliu said without blushing, "I don't know, what is it about?"

"This...is..."

Gojo Satoru originally wanted to fool her with a few words, but seeing that she listened very seriously, he corrected his attitude and described it incessantly, not forgetting to brag about himself.

Zenyuan Qianliu looked at him with a smile, nodded from time to time, and asked some questions just right, which made his interest even higher.

When it comes to things he likes, his blue pupils are as bright as the clear sky in May.

And the winter wind was so cold that her fingers in her pockets began to feel cold.

She kept smiling and listening, and in the background of his statement, she thought of what happened 12 years ago.

At that time, she had just been with Gojo Satoru, and the two came out of the restaurant with nowhere to go but shopping.

In the summer, the sun is so hot that people can't cheer up.Gojo Gojo's eyes lit up, and he took Zenyuan Qianliu's hand into the game hall on the street.

Zenyuan Qianliu had no interest in the game, but Gojo Satoru immediately got into the mood and played very happily.He said: "The highest record of this machine was created by Jie, and I must beat him today."

So Qianliu of the Chanyuan went around and stood beside several slot machines for 10 to [-] minutes. The teenagers who came back and forth sat down with excited expressions, then lost all the game coins, and left sadly.

Not long after, she estimated the odds and burst rates of the three machines, then set off to exchange [-] yen in game currency, and sat down in front of the machine on the far left.

A few minutes later, Zenyuan Qianliu put a whole bag of game coins in front of Wujo Wu.

He raised his eyebrows: "How much did you change? Did you suddenly fall in love with this place?"

"No..." Chanyuan Qianliu pointed to the slot machine not far away, "It's just that the jackpot pool has been emptied, the chance of winning is not difficult to calculate, and my luck is not bad."

Gojo Satoru concentrated on controlling the handle: "As expected of Qianliu, it's amazing."

After she put down the game coins, she sat down beside him. The passing boy cast his eyes on the long, thin white legs, and was attracted by her face. Seeing Wujo Wu sitting next to her, he left angrily go.

The temperature of the air conditioner in the game hall was very low, and she was only wearing a pair of hot pants.Zenyuan Qianliu put his palm on his knee and rubbed it, trying to relieve the needle-like coolness, but it was in vain.

"Wu, I'm cold." She said, "When can we go back?"

"Wait a minute."

However, this was not believable, and he opened another set.

Qianliu from the Chanyuan then said, "I'm so cold, I want to go."

"Tsk..." Gojo Satoru was a little impatient, frowned, and suppressed his tone, "Got it. Wait a minute."

He also seemed to feel that he was a bit too much, and added: "It will be fine soon."

Qianliu from the Chanyuan got used to it, and sat there obediently watching him play games without making a sound.

Almost half an hour later, Gojo Satoru turned around and saw her shrunk her shoulders, her lips were a little pale, so he dropped the handle without hesitation, and touched the back of her hand: "Is it so cold?"

Just as Qianliu from the Chanyuan wanted to speak, he sneezed.

"Then let's go."

Gojo Satoru took her hand, dropped the unused game coins smartly, walked towards the door, and scolded: "Are you stupid? Why don't you rush me when it's cold? The air conditioner isn't too cold. I didn't know you were so prone to cold... No, you do catch colds often..."

Qianliu from the Chanyuan no longer had the strength to refute him, only felt that his footsteps were a little vain and his head was swollen.

"Okay, I was wrong." He looked at her secretly, "I'm sorry, you must be careful next time, don't be angry with me okay?"

I don't know how many times I have heard this kind of thing. Qianliu of the Chanyuan knows that he will commit another crime, and overall he is indeed getting better.

Just like Gojo Satoru would never be so decisive in apologizing in the past, and it would be as difficult as heaven for him to say a few soft words.

Qianliu from the Chanyuan sighed for his overly soft-heartedness, and secretly rejoiced that he was indeed growing up with this young man.

Shenzi is also a mortal, she will make all the mistakes made by stupid boyfriends, and she will always repeat the same mistakes that she said she would correct. Only when she gets angry will she know how to lower her posture and apologize, and then improve a little bit next time.

In just a few years, he did gradually learn to love others. Before the menstrual period, he would prepare painkillers in advance and share some paperwork as much as possible...

At that time, Qianliu of the Zen Academy was sixteen years old, only two years younger than Wujo Wu now.

The too young boy in front of him still has eyes like the Milky Way, and when he stretches out his hand, all the stars will fall into his eyes.He is the best-looking man Qianliu Zenyuan has ever seen in her life, and also the man she loves the most.

"What's wrong with you?" Gojo Satoru was a little puzzled, "Is it uncomfortable? Do you feel cold?"

Qianliu from the Chanyuan: "It's a bit cold."

He glanced at the team in front of him: "You can go in in a few minutes."

"Um……"

"Is it really cold? Here's the scarf."

"No need..."

He hasn't changed at all.

Qianliu of the Chanyuan thought, but she is no longer that girl, she is almost 28 years old now.

She is very busy and has no time to grow up with a boy.