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There is no doubt that when the 18-year-old Gojo Satoru decided to have a cold war with a woman ten years older than him, his inevitable defeat had already been written.

He naturally complained to his best friend immediately: "Jie, let me tell you, Qianliu..."

Xia Youjie made a quick decision: "I'm on a business trip now, I'm very busy, I have time to chat."

After hanging up the phone, Xia Youjie immediately rummaged through the schedule, and 10 minutes later, he finally found a task that required a week-long trip, and fled Tokyo that night without looking back.

So only Gojo Satoru was left to face this situation alone.

A young man who can tear apart super-level curse spirits with a single look, but there is an untouchable emerald in front of him, he really doesn't know what to do;

The attack and defense methods he possessed were ineffective, Qianliu from the Chanyuan could easily hurt him, but he didn't dare to fight back.

Hiding his cautious attention, trying to pretend to be calm and breezy, in fact, even the back molars were about to be crushed.

The only thing that can comfort him is the proof that Gojo Satoru and Zenyuan Qianliu were once in love.For example, the background of Gojo Satoru's Twitter account is still a photo of him and Qianliu ten years ago.

Almost every tweet of Gojo Satoru is related to her, from the snapped photos, the meals we ate together, the movies I watched, and finally the wedding photos and the balcony view of the new house.and similar flirting—

"Today my wife told me to make me a new dish, but it turned out to be something like this. I suspect that she wants to murder me. What should I do? I'm waiting online." [Picture: Burnt fish. 】

Qianliu: ^-^?

Nitro: @千流 Need it?

……

Gojo Satoru watched with relish, but at the same time had mixed feelings for no reason.It would be great if he could meet Qianliu earlier, this guy is indeed lucky, but he doesn't know how to cherish it at all.

Putting on a memory filter, he made a confident judgment that we had a cold war, and she liked me so much, it must be uncomfortable, and re-examined this matter.

So he tried his best to figure out Qianliu's thoughts in the Buddhist monastery.

When I ate bread for breakfast, I only chewed six bites, something was wrong, I must be thinking about whether to take the initiative to talk.

Just turned around and seemed to glance at him, there is a problem, probably he hesitated to speak.

And Wujo Wu's guess is naturally far from the facts, and Qianliu of the Zen Academy really didn't take him to heart.

She has only a small sense of joint responsibility for him, and the so-called caring care is just a matter of habit;

She has always done things in a proper and thoughtful way, and Gojo Satoru is no exception.

So Gojo Satoru built a memory that didn't exist by relying on his wonderful brain supplementation—Qianliu must have felt uncomfortable when he said that. He was regretting it, but he was embarrassed to apologize.

So he graciously forgave Qianliu from the Buddhist monastery.After more than a week of cold war, they made up again.

The latter is naturally ignorant of his whimsical ideas.Although I knew it, I wouldn't take it to heart, so I smiled.She counted the days on the calendar, turned the past two pages, and spring came with swaying skirts.

She and Gojo Satoru got married in April, which is the season when the grass grows and the warbler flies.

There was a little mistake in the well-designed marriage proposal, but it made him feel embarrassed.

He touched his nose, a little embarrassed, but said firmly: "Qianliu. I am very busy, now and in the future. This is the mission of being the strongest. However, you and this This matter is equally important, and this is my selfishness as Gojo Satoru."

"I want to live with you, ten years, 20 years...will you marry me?"

For the first time, Qianliu of the Chanyuan couldn't restrain his expression, she laughed and shed tears at the same time, nodded and said, "Okay."

So Gojo Satoru gave her a wedding that would amaze any rich man in Japan.

I bought an island and built a church with a steeple, a green lawn covered with shade, roses for decoration were airlifted from Bulgaria in a cold chain, and dozens of sets of handmade wedding dresses were customized. The top French designer team saw for a month before finalizing the final shape.

The wedding scene, where real money was spent, was extremely luxurious, and all the invited guests clapped their hands and praised it.

And Gojo Satoru was standing at the end of the flower path, his well-tailored suit made him even more plump and handsome, this man who was always out of shape on weekdays had a particularly straight back, looking solemnly in the direction she came from.

"Wu, you relax a bit, your smile is too fake."

Xia Youjie looked at the image on the camera monitor, and complained, "Are you a cowboy forced to go into business?"

Gojo Satoru glared: "I've tried my best to smile naturally, what do you know, single dog?"

Xia Youjie: "??"

After the wedding, they filed their marriage certificate, and their names were transcribed on the same form.

In April of that year, Zenyuan Qianliu completed the most important transaction in her life, although it was also the one with the heaviest loss in her life.

Seeing that there were only ten days left in March, Qianliu of the Chanyuan thought about urging Sawada Tsunayoshi's [-]-year bazooka in the next two days, and then returned to work.

At the end of Q1, there are a lot of things to do. After finishing today's key todo, it is already past [-] o'clock in the evening.

Zenyuan Qianliu felt a little strange. In the past, Gojo Satoru would always call her before six o'clock, urging her to have dinner together. If she disagreed, it would be terribly annoying. Today, there was no news suddenly, and she felt a little uncomfortable.

But Qianliu of the Chanyuan didn't think much about it. To be honest, she didn't care too much about the five mental journeys of enlightenment.

She bent over her desk to deal with some priority matters, stretched her arms, feeling a little hungry, got up and walked to the door.

Before she could take a few steps, she heard even and extremely fast footsteps coming from the empty corridor——

It was so familiar and long-lost that she was shocked on the spot, and a sharp tremor exploded at the nerve endings.

Qianliu of the Chanyuan suddenly turned around, wanting to leave through the secret passage.This decision to escape is subconscious, just like an animal encounters a natural enemy, she wants to escape——

pat...

The bright light from the corridor broke into the room through the opened door.Gojo Satoru walked towards her at a leisurely pace, stepping on the extended light and shadow.

Qianliu of the Chanyuan seemed to be pinned in place for life, unable to move, and could only watch the distance between the two become shorter.

Even though he had exactly the same face and height, the aura around him was much more frightening than that easy-to-understand boy Gojo Satoru, and a silent coercion enveloped the entire room.

Chanyuan Qianliu suppressed the palpitations and moved her lips: "You are back."

"Hmm..." He said in a heavy tone, "It's already the middle of March, isn't it?"

She didn't understand why the other party asked such an obvious question, so she nodded hesitantly.

Wujo Wuzang's blue pupils behind the sunglasses were frighteningly cold, but the moment he saw her nodding, the ice shattered and melted, and a intermittent low smile overflowed from his throat: "Okay. That's good..."

His smile became more and more presumptuous, almost chilling, and lasted for a while.He never took his eyes off her for an inch.

Under Qianliu's silent gaze at the Zen Academy, Gojo Satoru restrained his emotions, took her hand, pressed her into his arms, and folded his arms.

"I'm back." He said, "Qianliu. I..."

"let me go……"

"No..." He kissed the side of Qianliu's neck in the Buddhist temple, and said stickily, "Let me hug you for a while, I miss you."

And she was strangled by his gradually tightening arms, pushing desperately, but she couldn't break free at all.

Gojo Satoru relieved a little, put his head against her neck, and whispered, "Are you still angry? I'm sorry, I was wrong."

"Uh..." After a long time, Qianliu of the Chanyuan gave up his resistance and said calmly, "We are going to get divorced, what are you doing now?"

"I don't want a divorce." Wujo Wu said decisively, "I regret it, and I will never separate from you."

"You were the one who proposed the divorce in the first place."

"I was sick at the time, and what a mental patient said couldn't be counted. If you don't believe me, let Nitzi show me my brain."

"Let go of me first."

"do not want!"

So Zenyuan Qianliu shut up, bored emotions swelled in his heart.

She really didn't understand what Gojo Satoru was thinking, she changed the order day and night, she changed her indifference and alienation attitude in the past two years, hugged her life and death and refused to let go, as if she loved her so much.

If the other party refused to cooperate, Qianliu from the Chanyuan would naturally not resist in vain.After all, the natural moat of strength let her let her be mermaid.

Gojo Satoru hugged her, acting sticky and coquettish.

"I don't want to divorce you. You can just treat me as if I'm crazy and talk angry. If you're not happy, I'll let you beat me up. Do you want to beat me up?"

"Well, if you don't speak, it means that you don't want to beat me up by default. Qianliu is really the best."

"You don't know how much I've been suffering these past few months..."

"I got the memory of that stinky boy. He is really annoying, but don't bear hatred against me. I like you so much that I won't make you angry."

"I saw you in the past, so cute...but of course my wife is the cutest, no one is prettier than you."

Qianliu of the Zen Academy stared at the coffee table and sofa behind him casually, let go of his thoughts, and felt a buzzing in his ears, which was a bit noisy.

She didn't want to listen carefully to what Wu Tiaowu had to say, for fear that she would soften her heart again, and bowed her head to him easily like every time she gave in before... Enough of repeating the same mistakes, Zenyuan Qianliu, sober up.

I don't know how long it took, Gojo Satoru finally let go of his tightened arms, his eyes still greedily lingering on her body, and asked, "Why do you feel thinner again... haven't you had dinner yet? Why don't we go eat wagyu beef?" Sample?"

Qianliu of the Zen Academy raised his eyes and finally met his eyes, and the quiet and deep blue lake buried many thoughts.

She used to claim to be the person in the world who understood Wujo Wu best, but now she can't see through him either.

When did this start?A year ago, two years ago?

"Then what are you thinking now?" Zenyuan Qianliu asked almost feebly, "You were the one who proposed the divorce, and you are the one who regretted it now. What are you thinking?"

Gojo Satoru looked at her tenderly: "I'm sorry... I can't tell you this."

If the person who reversed his fate knew the original fate line, all his efforts would be in vain, and he would never allow such a thing to happen.

Qianliu from the Chanyuan smiled suddenly, but that smile made people feel a little chilled.

"It's like that again," she said.

All the trivial things in the marriage are just quantitative changes. Qianliu in the Chanyuan has a lot of love and patience, and she hits the rocks like a wave in vain.Despite defeats again and again, they made comebacks again and again.

And Wujo Wu's concealment is the trigger for a qualitative change. If the husband and wife can't even be honest with each other, the cornerstone of marriage will be gone.

Her heart gradually emptied.The wind blows into the gradually loosened bone seams, taking away persistence, love, and all the body temperature.

"Wu, I want to divorce you." Qianliu said, "I don't want to be with you anymore."

Gojo Satoru gradually restrained his gentle expression, and his blue eyes showed dark and unclear emotions. He touched the top of Zenyuan Qianliu's hair, and the diamond ring on his ring finger was particularly glaring under the light, like a sharp blade.

Qianliu from the Chanyuan was a little dazed... She thought he had already thrown away the wedding ring.

"I'm sorry..." Gojo Satoru said a little aggrieved, "It's all my fault for my poor performance recently, can you give me a chance to make up for it?"

"Do not……"

"Please, I really know I was wrong."

Zenyuan Qianliu frowned: "I don't want you to make it up either... because I am not happy with you, I decided to divorce, and you agreed, didn't you?"

Gojo Satoru stared at her for a while, and found that she had no intention of speaking angry at all, and her expression was extremely serious.So his face sank.

"Do you really want to leave me?"

He smiled, his tone was soft, but his eyes were serious: "I don't agree with this kind of thing."