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Gojo Wu's decibel is so high that everyone has watched it. When you think about it, Su Nuo will be resurrected sooner or later. Since Wu Tiao Wu asked, then take the opportunity to introduce Su Nuo to everyone.

"I'm going to see Liangmian Su Nuo."

Everyone looked different, and you didn't bother to analyze it, so you just said directly: "You all know Su Nuo, he sacrificed for me thousands of years ago, and now he has been staying in Qingshui Temple, and I still have to find a way to revive him. "

Because your attitude was too magnanimous, the anger on Wujou's face subsided a little, and he pointed to the mark on your neck: "Then what's going on here."

You rubbed your neck: "He wants to suck my blood, but I'm fine, nothing happened at all, this is not considered an injury."

"Why did Tsubaki suck blood for him?"

"Because he...uh." You nodded your head, "He has a problem here, he used human blood as food, and he sacrificed for me, it seems that he has been trapped there, hungry, super pitiful. "

You looked at Wu Wushou's face, knowing what he cared about most, and comforted him: "Don't worry, I don't feel any pain at all, and I don't have any loss, just treat it as a blood donation."

The kitten who usually has to fight for a while before it stops, is surprisingly well-behaved today, and when he heard you say it doesn't hurt, he came over to hug you again: "Tsubaki is not allowed to be so kind to others."

"Hmm."

You lead Wujo Wujo and Naoya out, and look back at Shier.

He is very obedient around Xiaohui.

Is it really possible to make up for the time owed to everyone through the illusion?

You always feel that such behavior is laziness, the outside world is so real every second, the world changes experienced together, the history witnessed together, and the steps of growing together, how can these illusions can make up for it.

Even though you think so, I have to say that your heart is a little more relaxed. The third floor of Kiyomizu Temple is still that small courtyard, the small courtyard of you and Maiza.

"It's wisteria flowers."

Like a child, Youruto leaned over and sniffed, the small bag on his back bouncing: "Does mom like wisterias?"

"right."

I don't know why, but you always have a very sad feeling when you bring everyone here.

When you met Wuzai, your heart was far less soft and generous than it is now. You gave him too little and owed him too much.

But you have no time and opportunity to make up for it.

He didn't die innocently, and he didn't even have a chance to be resurrected, and you couldn't make a wish to resurrect him, which is unfair to everyone.

The tomb under the umbrella is still here.

"This courtyard can accommodate three people."

Xia Youjie rubbed your hair: "Won't Chun help us build some similar courtyards? I kind of miss the buildings from thousands of years ago, especially the small pond in the courtyard."

Yes, you came back to your senses and began to think about how to transform the illusion. Such a small courtyard cannot accommodate so many people.

You carried Hanzi out, and when Hanzi saw Gojo Wutiao, he immediately turned his head away angrily.

You are a little speechless... Gojo Satoru is really hated by people.

You rub the fool's little head and ask him to teach you how to transform the illusion. With a thought, several yards will rise up nearby.

Naoya and Gojo Satoru live in your yard, parents share the same yard, Shier and Xiaohui are together, and the rest Jie and Yuren Limei will automatically form a team.

You asked Hanzi to help you adjust the senses in the illusion to the most real level, especially the passage of time. Finally, you have a real sense, and you no longer have to rely on seasonal changes to perceive time.

"mom!"

Youruto is like a curious baby, looking at the illusion outside the wall, and asks you: "What's outside?"

You don't know, you have never been outside the illusion, and the master left it for you. You only use it as a safe haven. You come here every time to heal your wounds, and you leave after sleeping. You never pay attention to the scenery outside.

"Then let's go outside and have a look!"

Youren took your hand, you looked at the small gate of the yard, felt his warm palm, and you didn't know your mood got better again.

"Wow--"

You can see the wisterias all over the mountains and plains, the weeping branches swaying gently in the wind, like a graceful maiko, Youruhito's pink head is in front of you, with a big smile.

"Mom, let's treat it as a vacation. Such a beautiful scenery can't be seen in reality. When I think of living here for a long time, I'm super! Happy! Heart!"

You lean on his shoulder and feel the world go quiet as he chatters away and moves your head into his lap.

"When I was young, my mother was always very tired. At that time, Youren thought that if he could grow a little bigger, he would hug and wrap her up and let her sleep well."

You were in a daze, and he lowered his head and smiled at you: "Youren has grown up now."

"Yeah, you've grown up."

You hugged him, "I'm sorry, I didn't grow up with you properly."

"Then let's start accompanying him now!" Hiroto Hitomi picked up the small bag he had been carrying, and took out a photo from it.

"This is me when I was four years old."

He hands the photo to you: "There are 11 more!"

You hold the photo tightly, wanting to cry, Youren covered your eyes: "Mom, go to sleep."

"Get a good night's sleep and everything will be fine when you wake up."

You held the little Yuren in your hand, curled up in the big Yuren's arms and fell asleep.

Everyone was here when they woke up, they set up a big barbecue grill on the grass, all kinds of skewers sizzled on it, and the air was full of flowers and the aroma of smoke.

Your mother and Jie are in charge of the barbecue, Xiaohui and Limei are handling the ingredients, Shi Er and your father are fishing in the river, and Naoya is sitting next to you.

Gojo Satoru...he was dangling the idiot: "Don't scream, I will throw you away if you wake up Tsubaki."

"..." You were a little speechless, and sat up from Youren's arms. Seeing that you woke up, the fool immediately let go of his voice and cried loudly.

"Owner--!"

He cried until his eyes were red: "Wu Tiao Wu bullied the idiot!"

...You want to know that these things are all reformed with the help of the fool, you poor fool, you are bullied by Gojo Wu after finishing your work, and Jie doesn't care.

You stuffed Youruhito's photo into your backpack, stood up and snatched the fool back: "Gojo Satoru! How many times have I told you, don't bully the fool!"

"How can you bully him!"

Wutiao Wu Maomao felt wronged: "They don't play with me, and Lianjie also isolates me. I was bullied!"

Don't think about it, Gojo Satoru was bullied, it must be his own fault, but looking at him looking like a child who is about to cry, what can you do, of course you are pampering him.

"Okay, okay, I'll just play with you."

"Then let's go hunt rabbits!"

"Wait first." You patted his head, "I'll talk to Mom and Dad first."

"Oh..." He dragged his tone, as if asking him to wait for a while was about to die of grievance.

Why wasn't it so sticky before, you patted his head: "Good boy."

After finishing speaking, you moved to the side of Mom and Jie, and Mom handed you a skewer of meat, "See if you want it to be saltier."

You took a bite: "Ah, it's hot, it's hot, it's hot..."

Everyone was in a hurry, Hanzi conjured up a big refrigerator for you, Jie went to find water for you, Wujo Wu fanned you with his hands.

You were speechless, knocked off his hand, turned into ice water, took a few sips, then stuck out your tongue to show your mother.

"Oh, it's blistering, you kid, you're always in a hurry."

You held back your tears: "It's been a long time since I ate mom's food."

She stretched out her finger and pointed at your forehead: "Nonsense, didn't you eat noodles yesterday?"

You continue to drink water, "It's been a long, long, long time."

She smiled, took back the barbecue in your hand, and tasted it herself, "It's not bad."

She looked at Xia Youjie: "Sure enough, Xiaojie is very familiar with our Xiaochun's taste."

? ?

You almost spit out a gulp of ice water.

Xiaojie? !

Save your life, your mother called Naoya and Maki Shinyi, both without small print!

You thought that you would always be the only one in the junior class, when Jie also got involved!

Xia Youjie glanced at you with a smile, and the two began to chat happily, just like a real mother and child.

You were a little relieved to see it, and poked Gojo Satoru: "Look at him."

Gojo Satoru looked at Xia Youjie seriously: "Jie is getting old."

"...Others are not you, it's not normal to grow old, and that's called maturity, okay! I mean let you learn from Jie!"

"I can't do it." Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses, revealing his face, "I was born the most handsome man in the universe. It's really difficult to become like Jie."

"..." This big fool, anyway, your Jie is also a male vixen, so he is not as good as him in any way.

You don't want to talk about Wujo Wu at all, and ran to the river to see Shier.

He fished fiercely, one fork at a time, his black clothes were soaked in water, his muscles were bulging, half exposed, and with an indifferent expression, he was very handsome.

Although your father is old, spells have something to do with speed anyway, the harpoon leaves afterimages in the air, a poor little fish every second, and the whole body grows stronger.

In the end, you and Gojo Satoru didn’t go to catch the rabbit, but ran around, fought water fights with him, fried fish with stones, chased butterflies among flowers, and he even wove a garland for you.

When the young master wants to get serious, the things he makes are more beautiful than anyone else. You put the wreath on your head and ask him, "Does it look good?"

"Looks great!"

Gojo Satoru took out his camera to take a picture of you, and then came over to take a group photo with you. Compared to you, you raised your hands like him and laughed like him.

Mom calls you over to eat skewers. You sit on the ground. Today’s barbecue is all your favorite flavor. You dip it in chili powder, Xiaohui dips it in ginger powder, and Jie’s taste is light. Your parents are similar to him, and Zhizai is nestled in your arms. Sleeping, Shi Er looks sleepy, occasionally looking at you.

After the picnic, you lie on the grass in a daze, pat your stomach and say, "I'm so full."

Youruto pulls you up, holding a camera of the same style as Wujo Wujo's in his hand, as if he and Wujo Wujo have a heart-to-heart connection: "Let's take pictures!"

He took your hand, called Hui, called Mom and Dad, called Gojo Satoru, and called everyone over.

There is a whole sea of ​​wisteria flowers in the back, and your family is nearby. You stand in the middle, your parents stand behind, Jie and Shier are on the left and right, and Youren and Hui are sitting in front.

Naoya is in your arms, Gojo Satoru is hanging on your body.

You feel enveloped all over, as if you've fallen into a sea of ​​soft, furry, warm, loving love.

—— "Chizu!"