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[Father and the Internet]

In ancient times, there was a big toon, whose spring was [-] years old, and autumn was [-] years old.

——Zhuangzi · "A Happy Journey"

"Dad!"

The seven-year-old Tsubaki hugged my thigh, her small palms curled up, as cute as the wagashi in Kyoto.

"I don't want to be called this, why is it called this, I want to be called Ultraman!"

Before her, I had several children, but never had any family happiness. To be honest, it is precisely because Tsubaki may be the reincarnation of that Ji Jun that I put my heart and soul into her.

"Dad, please."

Xiaochun shook my trouser legs: "I want to change my name, please."

As a father with ulterior motives, I am often ashamed of my daughter's innocent words and actions. She treats me so unreservedly, and I return dirty and despicable selfish thoughts in return.

I lowered my head, looked at her little hair, and told her: "The big toon is a tree of longevity."

Only this name is something I gave her sincerely.

The women in the Zenyuan family are not worth much. In order to maximize the benefits, when I was three years old, I made a marriage contract for Xiaochun and the god son of the Wutiao family. At that time, I thought I was a qualified head of the family, a hard-hearted people.

I originally planned to learn how the Wutiao family next door raised the god son, but every time I looked at Xiao Chun, watching Xiao Chun growing up from the bean sprouts, all kinds of tenderness came to my heart.

Looking up and chatting with the servants, pulling them to play hide-and-seek, talking to ants in the small yard, rolling around on the ground, such innocent smiles—look, this is my daughter.

"Dad."

Whenever I step into the yard, she will rush to hug me like a small cannonball, and then look at my palm: "Gift gift!"

From asking people to make perfunctory preparations at the beginning, to bringing my daughter what she wanted in person, watching her open the gift box in front of me, smiling so happily, her round eyes bent into a slit, my There will be an infinite sense of accomplishment in my heart, which is much more interesting than being the head of a Buddhist monastery.

After all, I don't deserve such a sweet kiss on the cheek for my devotion to the Chanyuan family.

"Favorite dad!"

I personally think that if a man will pay for a woman without asking for anything in return, his identity is not a slave, but a father.

I am the latter.

So when my little Tsubaki No.70 cast longing eyes on the sky outside the small courtyard wall for the second time, I made a decision that I regret for the rest of my life.

The barrier of Wutiao's house is larger than the small courtyard of the Buddhist monastery. The son of God is her future husband, and they got along with each other when they were young. I escorted my daughter there.

I hope she can live more happily there, and I hope she can think more about home and her father.

After that, the person who was waiting in the yard for the sound of footsteps, the knocking of the door, and the gift became me.

"Father."

This is Zhizai, because he and my Xiaochun are twins, I love Wu and Wu, and I am quite indulgent to him.

It’s just that he is far worse than Xiaochun. Like me, Naoya is a mass of soft mud. I didn’t realize it before. After Xiaochun and the newborn sun, I, a middle-aged man, realized that, The Zen monastery, the patriarch, and my life that I was so proud of in the past are just a mess of mud.

——The entire Buddhist monastery is covered with soft mud.

Such an existence naturally yearns for the sun, and Naoya, who is a blood relative, is even more so. He is young and has a strong temper. He stood by the edge and yelled at me: "Why did you send my sister to Wujo's house? Why!"

I really don't understand, twins of the same mother, I pamper Xiaochun a thousand times more than him, why my little Chun is so cute, but this one in front of me is like a little devil under the king of Hades-collecting debts from me all day long.

"Take the young master down."

"The Zen courtyard is directly adjacent to people!"

The debt collector was dragged away, like an impotent and irritable cub: "I hate you! Give me back my sister! Give me back!"

Are children's love and hate all so random?I couldn't help feeling a little worried.

My little Chun, if she stays there for a week, will she not need me anymore when she comes back?

I sneaked to Wujo's house to see her.

When I was in etiquette class, watching her frowning tightly because of kneeling, I always subconsciously wanted to help her up.

When she climbed up a tall tree, I would want to hug her down; when she looked at the dense text on the book with a bitter face, I would want to help her cover the book again.

Those teachers were right, maybe I am not suitable for educating a child at all, and finally made it to the weekend, and she came back stepping on the sunshine.

When she came back, the whole Buddhist monastery lit up.

She was angry because Naoya bullied those servants, and called them together, saying that she wanted children and women without magic power to go to school.

If my little Chun was not so likable, this matter would not be able to be done well, but the whole monastery yearns for her, so even though she is only seven years old, she is already our master.

It is human instinct to be born facing the sun.

Later, the frequency of her going home became less and less, and she was often abducted by Shenzi to play outside. I drank wine alone, and my heart was not very happy.

"Dad, send me a message when you miss me."

My little Chun bought me a mobile phone and taught me how to register a software account, how to type on the mobile phone, and how to send her messages.

Under the guidance of Xiaochun, I barely learned to surf the Internet, and sometimes chatted with netizens.

"In the future, she will have her own family. My brother should pay more attention to herself and her son. The son is the heirloom of the family."

"Which feudal family is this barbarian?" With the strength of alcohol, I vented to innocent netizens, "Look at what kind of barbarian can say such absurd words, ha, you are not a decent Kyoto native, are you? , we don’t have patriarchal guys like you in Kyoto.”

After scolding, I skillfully dragged this person into the blacklist, and I feel better at least.

The Internet is so good.

I patted my stomach and sighed.

The Internet is so good.

If you haven't seen the [Explanation on the disappearance of the magic spirit and the obituary of the death of Tsubaki from the Chanyuan] on the [Spell Forum].

[Funeral portrait and grimacing]

禅院椿，咒术高专一年级生，于2005年12月24日凌晨5时32分逝世，享年15岁。

"You are talking nonsense!!"

The boy on the other end of the phone screamed: "How could my sister be dead! What nonsense are you talking about!!"

Xia Youjie looked at the coffin in front of him, and said calmly, "Tsubaki's last wish is for me to take good care of everyone. I think that being aware of Tsubaki's death correctly is also a way of taking care of you."

Didn't she often say that sentence, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

After her body disappeared inexplicably, Xia Youjie spent half a day coming out of grief, and then accepted the fact that his master did not belong to this world.

How ridiculous.

A person who does not belong to this world, but gave his life for this world, no matter whether Chun said she went home or what, in Xia Youjie's place, she died for them, that's all. That's all.

He hated this world, this twisted and dark world without her, and he also hated everyone equally, everyone who took her life.

Anyway, we can’t hide it, right? It’s just a few days before the New Year, and Christmas gifts will be exchanged soon. At this time, Tsubaki, who values ​​family and friends the most, suddenly left everyone and went abroad?

No one will believe it.

So not one fell—all fell to him.

Just like in the last life, after the master left, he wrote a biography and made up songs for her, and he wrote down everything she did, and told it to everyone.

Let her sacrifice and dedication be remembered by everyone, and the memory of her will be integrated into everyone's blood, for thousands of generations, to sing and praise.

"I don't mean to discuss with you, just to inform, that's all, the weather is cold now, Tsubaki is afraid of the cold, the time for the whole night will be tomorrow, the place is Honganji Temple in Tokyo, please tell all your family members."

After finishing speaking, Xia Youjie hung up the phone, looked at Wujo Wu next to him, his eyes were full of coldness: "What are you doing here?"

"Why can't I come here?" Gojo Satoru leaned against the wall, "Grandma was crying so badly, I was not allowed to take pictures, I have nowhere to go, so let's see if Jie is crying."

It didn't take much effort to solve the ropes and kill the high-level people. The ring left by his master was a new crown. The master of the magic world had changed, and no one would provoke him at this time— — except Gojo Satoru.

But just ignore him. As a raised animal, Xia Youjie can understand Gojo Satoru's behavior.

Even though he has lost his memory, the imprint engraved deep in his soul will still make him unconsciously follow his master around, which is pitiful enough when he thinks about it.

Xia Youjie would rather die ten thousand times than forget his Chun.

So he simply ignored it, this guy clamored to eat desserts in the temple, Xia Youjie also let him ask people to buy them, let him pick and choose here, and make rude remarks.

After all, he is still a child, unable to bear any responsibilities, and without his master, he can only wander around with nothing to do, like a lost soul.

Thanks to psychology, Xia Youjie can see that Gojo Satoru is very disturbed and painful now, even if he is smiling, that smile is not as pure as before, as if he is playing a happy actor in front of someone.

It's funny enough, who is it for?

In the world of conjurers, even the funeral seemed rushed. Everyone in Tokyo came very quickly, and most of the students didn't have black formal clothes, so they came here in school uniforms.

The spell disappeared.

Disappearing with the curse spirit is their school girl.

In the past, Xia Youjie would have stepped forward to comfort him decently, but now, he felt that it was not enough.

They did not shed enough tears.

Cry harder, if Tsubaki can hear, will such a soft-hearted guy come back because of this?

Even if you are angry, or angry at him, come back, if you can hear everyone's cries, see everyone's tears, if you can do it, come back and see, even if it's just for a second .

His expectations didn't come true, and the soft-hearted guy didn't come back because of everyone's tears.

Out of etiquette, before leaving, every classmate will come over and say to him: "Thank you for your hard work."

In the last life, the two-faced Su Nuo was more legitimate than him, and all the ceremonies were held by that person, and he could only watch from a distance.

"Thanks a lot."

Suddenly, Xia Youjie saw two of himself.

One is standing in front of Yuzao who is watching others talking with the two-faced Su Nuo from a distance.

One is him now, as long as he tilts his head slightly, he can see Gojo Satoru not far away - that is her fiancé, but now he can only stand there as a bystander.

Xia Youjie tasted a strange sense of satisfaction.

He may be sick, but it doesn't matter, there's nothing wrong with being crazy.

The classmates came and went, followed by Nitzi, she was always silent, and she didn't talk much at this time, after looking at her portrait for a while, she suddenly laughed, and tears fell again.

"What, how did you choose this photo?"

"Tsubaki chose it herself." Xia Youjie looked at the grimacing girl in the photo. At that time, she hadn't figured out how to say goodbye to everyone, and had made many preparations.

"I want a sand sculpture and happy funeral. When everyone is here, Jie, you can play the BGM I recorded. This is super funny."

This plan was shelved later, and the funny BGM had never been received. Xia Youjie couldn't help laughing when he thought of the melody she was humming.

After laughing, he wept like Nitro.

How could there be such a person, what is her heart made of, why would she make her funeral so funny, just to make everyone laugh?

Jia Ruozi wiped his tears, walked to the smoking area, and held the cigarette between his fingertips.

Xia Youjie walked over as if fleeing, took out a lighter from his pocket and lit it for her.

Jia Ruozi looked at Wujo Wu not far away, his voice was still trembling: "That guy really forgot?"

"Otherwise." Xia Youjie threw the lighter to Ru Nizi, "I hope he doesn't forget, Chun loves him so much, maybe if he sheds a few tears, Chun will come again."

"..." Jia Ruozi bowed her head, "Does she have a last word?"

"Well, at that time, I'm still making wishes for others, so it's no different from nothing."

"What is it..."

Jia Ruozi's hand holding the cigarette trembled, his voice choked up: "What kind of idiot."

[Black leopard and two kittens]

I was making breakfast for those two pups when I got the call.

Because she was going to travel in a while, the eldest lady simply left the pink-haired boy at my place.

"Shir, take good care of Yuren!"

I frowned subconsciously, taking care of the child?Are you kidding me?

She stood on tiptoe and touched the center of my eyebrows: "I know Shier will do well!"

She always does.

It's been like this since the first time I met, with confidence that I don't know where it came from, and said to me: "Shier is the best."

"Shier is not trash, it's my baby."

"Shier is super powerful."

"If it's Shire, it can be done."

The first time I got thrown out, I was honestly not that surprised, I was like trash, and trash should be thrown out.

It's just that no one will pick up the trash -- the second time around.

The bracelet on her right hand is a cheap fake, and the price doesn't match her status. Over the years, the young master must have tried every means to coax her to take it off.

She still has it on and from the moment I saw the bracelet I knew I would never be thrown away.

"You are not allowed to go anywhere in the future, just stay at home and take care of the children for me, do you hear me?"

So my tumultuous world calms down, even though I'm older, even though I can crush her with one hand, even though my heart is much harder than hers, ashamed to say.

But I always feel that I am a weed. The big tree named Chun took me into her arms, surrounded me, and helped me grow.

My eldest lady has grown up and is inevitably pampered because of being loved, but her heart is still as soft as ever.

She looked at my son with a look I was familiar with—full of pity, esteem, affection, and admiration.

At this time, I would think of myself in the past. At that time, like Xiaohui, I was a little inferior, evasive, didn't know how to deal with it, and felt joy uncontrollably.

As if stealing a gift that belonged to someone else, Xiao Hui lowered her head, but her small hands subconsciously pulled her sleeves tightly.

I followed her, but because I wasn't pitiful enough, I already lost the chance to be watched by her like this.

My son is much better than me, maybe because he didn’t grow up in a Buddhist monastery. He doesn’t understand that the person who is holding him and acting like a baby all day may be the moon in the sky in the eyes of others, so it’s not because of the huge disparity in status. And feel intimidated.

He got used to it quickly, his bright blue eyes were full of confidence after being pampered, and he was much better than me in whatever he did.

I can make her happy, attract her attention, and win her love. What surprised me the most is that when Xiaohui does these things, she is even unconscious.

So inevitably, he broke into someone else's territory. Liuyanzi didn't care about me or anyone else, but he was completely hostile to Hui.

Even though Hui is only three years old.

Shenzi doesn't care about friendship, family affection, or love, or in other words, in all categories, he must be the number one lady.

I'm like an outsider, occasionally being looked at by her twice, it's like rain suddenly falling on a dry land, just a few glances are enough, and I can think about it for a long time.

In this world full of rubbish, the eldest lady bent down, picked up the rubbish bit by bit, put it into her arms, and then continued to move forward.

Her back began to bend under the weight, began to overwhelm, began to crumble.

I don't know what I can do, and I don't know what I should do. I can only follow her, listen to her arrangement, and do some useless things.

One day my young lady will be shattered, and the sun that shines on this world will be torn off by us mice one day. I thought that young lady would recognize the essence of the world, and then put away her light, Curled up, shining only on herself.

But miss...

She burned herself, and the ashes of the scorching sun turned into brilliant light, illuminating the world and burning my heart.

The oil in the pan splashed on me, I looked down at the two charred eggs.

My eldest lady, how painful was the moment she set herself on fire?

I dipped my fingers into the hot oil, and the burn was nothing to the sky and the spell.

"Shir."

Xiaohui stepped on the chair and turned off the fire: "Why are you crying?"

[Funeral brother and empty coffin]

Chun's family came here overnight, and Zhibi of the Chanyuan seemed to have aged dozens of years overnight. After coming here, he looked at her coffin and said nothing for a long time, then walked to the teacher of Ye Moth and asked him for details .

Chun's mother was a very gentle woman, holding a little girl in one hand, even though her eyes were full of tears, she first said to Xia Youjie, "Thank you for your hard work."

Her tone was soft, with some sadness. Like all people in Kyoto, she used to make requests in a tactful and roundabout way: "My little girl has caused you a lot of trouble. I'm really sorry. I won't trouble you for the next matters..."

"This is impossible!!"

Zenyuan Naoya rushed over and grabbed Xia Youjie by the collar, punched him first, and then looked at Wujo Wu next to him: "Bastard, bastard, waste, liar, this is impossible!"

Looking at her youngest son, An Nai turned her back and cried bitterly.

She also didn't want to believe that her daughter, who was only about 15 years old, was still ignorant and ignorant, and she had just started sewing her wedding dress...

But who would dare to fake her death?

All the curse spirits disappeared, who in the world could do such a thing, and who could do such a thing except her poor daughter?

As early as the day when her daughter came back, hiding in the dark, looking at her in the dark with eyes full of reluctance and dependence, and crying, An Nai of the Chanyuan had already had some premonitions.

The hardest thing in the world is the hero, and then the hero's parents.

"I do not believe!"

He shouted hoarsely: "Give me back my sister, you guys give me back my sister!"

"Naozai!"

An Nai from the Zen Court wiped away her tears with a handkerchief, clenched her fists tightly, and sank her fingers into her flesh: "Don't disturb your sister."

Zenyuan Naoya seemed to be fixed by this sentence, looking at everyone with eyes full of hatred.

An Nai in the Chanyuan was startled by such a young son, and subconsciously looked at her husband.

A person from the Zen courtyard came over, with a hunched figure and a dejected and old complexion. He first looked at Xia Youjie and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Then, he looked at Zenyuan Naoya and asked, "Do you think your sister was worrying about you even when she was leaving, and was not at peace?"

Chanyuan Naoya covered his face and hid in a corner to cry. As soon as Chanyuan Tsubaki's family members came, they should arrange the funeral.

Fuhesher was the last to arrive. He was not wearing a black formal suit. The two children walked into the mourning hall with blank faces, obviously not knowing what happened.

Fu Heisher brought them over, walked to the side and sat down against the wall, looking as if he had exhausted all his strength.

Fu Heihui watched the familiar adults gather together, and saw the big black coffin. Everyone he knew was there, except for his sister.

"Brother Fuhei." Youren was younger than him and didn't know many people, subconsciously grasped his hand, and asked him nervously: "What happened?"

Fu Heihui looked at Xia Youjie, who received his gaze, stood up and walked to them, leading them outside.

Even though he had guessed in his heart, at the moment when he really heard it, Fu Heihui still couldn't accept it.

"You're talking nonsense!" Yuzu Yujin looked up at the uncle, "Mom was fine yesterday!"

He doesn't believe that in the world of children, the death of human beings is a very slow thing. Those people in the TV series have long last words and long-term foreshadowing before they die, and everyone in the world will know He is going to die.

Instead of being so fast, so caught off guard, like building blocks piled high and then collapsed—without any warning.

After searching for a long time, Yuzhang Youroto found another familiar person in the crowd.

"dad……"

He walked up to the white-haired boy and grabbed his trouser legs, "That uncle said that his mother died, is it true, did he hide his mother?"

He got no response.

Could it be true that mother died just like Kenjiro's father.

why?

"Can a dead person come back to life?"

He still wants to eat the dumplings made by his mother. He will applaud loudly and praise the deliciousness of his mother's cooking. He also wants to see his mother's smile, to be kissed on the cheek by his mother, and to hear his mother say that Youren is her little baby.

"No more." The boy on top of his head seemed to be still laughing, "In the past, it might be possible to turn the dead into curse spirits, but now it's impossible."

Fallen leaves floated down, Hisen wailed loudly.

Fu Heihui had already changed into a black kimono with the assistance of An Nai in the Buddhist monastery, and knelt in front of the coffin.

Huzhang Youren watched from a distance, gradually stopped crying, and asked his father, "What is brother Fuhei doing?"

He also wanted to go there, but he didn't know those people, he only knew his father.

Dad was silent for a while, then asked him, "Want to go? Do something for your mother."

"think."

So his father took him by the big palm and led him into the mourning hall. Everyone looked at them, and Yuzu Yuhito subconsciously wanted to back away, but was pushed out by the white-haired boy.

"Hey, this kid is chasing after me and calling him Dad, who's kid, can you pick it up quickly?"

An aunt wearing a black kimono came over and held him in her arms: "You are Youruto, right?"

"Yes, I'm Yuren."

Tomorrow night will be the whole night, but no one will go back today.

For a conjurer, staying up for a day and a night was nothing. The children woke up and went back to sleep, and then they woke up again, and soon it was time for the farewell ceremony.

Zhibiren from the Chanyuan was the host of the funeral. He silently looked at everyone gathered here, bowed and said thank you.

おおきに.

Some people covered their faces and began to cry, but most of them remained silent, only the white-haired boy smiled softly.

He walked to the front of the coffin, bent his fingers and knocked, turned his ears to listen to the sound, then took off his sunglasses casually, and said to everyone, "Empty?"

As if he didn't understand the situation, his eyes were full of joy of succeeding in the challenge, and he looked at Xia Youjie: "Jie, you shouldn't have hidden the body, would you?"

……

Zenyuan Naoya, who had been silent since the night before, walked to the front of the coffin, and lifted the lid of the coffin amidst everyone's obstruction.

Empty, is empty!

"Where's my sister!"

He looked back at Xia Youjie, like a little lunatic: "Give me back my sister, give me back, give me back!"

Xia Youjie blocked his fist and raised his left hand, with a ring on his ring finger.

"For us."

His voice fell, and the hatred in his eyes was exactly the same as that of Zenyuan Naoya.

Xia Youjie said slowly and tried to be clear: "Chun burnt himself, even the corpse was turned into ashes."