The lover that gravity makes is wrong

This is definitely not the scenario Zhongyuan Zhongye envisioned.

In fact, he originally just wanted to conceal the fact that the black wolfhound died.

But unexpectedly, before the plan could be implemented, the red-haired girl bumped into him.

Zhong Yuanzhong also admitted that when he heard Sanzi's "big black", his brain was flustered for a moment, so that he didn't realize how terrible he had said until he came back to his senses.

But the words have already been spoken, and it is too late to take them back...Da, Dahei, just Dahei.

A red-haired cadre tightened his face, and just as he was about to endure the embarrassment in his heart and make up a story of "the fairy dog ​​repays his favor" to fool the children, he found that the third son on the opposite side looked a little dazed and confused. A little strange expression.

It translates to-

This brother is so weird, take another look.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

hateful!Who said that children are the best liars!

Zhongyuan Zhong also twitched the corner of his mouth when the red-haired girl looked at the weird person, and patched it up with difficulty: "Cough, what I mean is, I am a friend of Dahei, and I was entrusted by him to take care of you for a period of time. My name is... "

The third son stared at the mafia's ochre-colored hair and suddenly realized, and said crisply: "Big orange!"

Nakahara Chuya: "..." Isn't this even more ugly!What is the difference between the variety and the Dahei just now!

Zhongyuan Daju showed a suffocated look in his eyes, but he knew that now was not the time to talk about it.

During their conversation, the young red-haired girl has discovered Dai Hero's body.

She lowered her head and squatted beside the black hound in silence for a long time, so long that Zhongyuan Zhong also noticed that something was wrong. He stretched out his hand, pinched Sanzi's chin with his fingers and lifted the child's face——

In the night, the red-haired girl gritted her teeth, her expression of holding back tears could be seen under the moonlight.

The third son didn't make a sound, like a cub who has been bullied for a long time, knowing that his crying will not bring any good endings, if he accidentally alarms other people, it will even attract more for the 'family' Harsh words.

Such as, 'It deserves it', 'The fate of adopting a ghost girl', 'I should have died a long time ago, why didn't I bring the little bastard and walk away cleanly'

The little red-haired girl couldn't understand the meaning of 'death', but the sourness that exploded in her body, and the heart that seemed to be torn apart, had already rushed out of her eye sockets and answered for her.

The third son didn't want Dahei to be said bad things, so he didn't even dare to choke.

Tears trickled out carefully, flowing down his cheeks, and wet Zhongyuan Zhongye's black gloves.

In the end, Sanzi and Zhong Yuanzhong also buried Dahei together.

Except for the initial tears, the red-haired girl was very calm the whole time, rather too calm.

Zhongyuan Zhong also almost frowned. After watching Sanzi skillfully dragging a shovel taller than her, he pried open the cold and hard soil layer in winter bit by bit, carefully put Dahei into the pit, and buried it with soil the whole process.

As a result, there was another small mound in the barren backyard of the thatched cottage.

"Dahei, is he dead?" The red-haired girl stared at the small mound and asked suddenly.

Zhongyuan Zhong was also stunned for a second, and pressed his palm on the girl's messy hair, stroking it lightly,

"No, he just fell asleep and couldn't wake up temporarily."

"...Mmm." The third son nodded, his voice seemed to relax all of a sudden, and he was much happier.

Zhong Yuanzhong also had a wrong intuition, and after careful questioning, he got the answer from the third son.

"That's all right."

The little red-haired girl raised her head, her emerald pupils stared at Chuya Nakahara, and said childishly and innocently,

"Aunt Xingzi often said that Gan will die soon. At that time, there will be a lot of rain in the village, and there will be a lot of food."

"Dahei can sleep for a while, and when he wakes up, he will have a lot to eat."

"so good."

The third son held his face and said expectantly, as if seeing Dahei's well-fed, oily and smooth appearance.

Zhong Yuanzhong also clenched his fist.

Tu Cun's killing intent had never been so clear from the bottom of his heart as it was at this moment. Before it evolved into a more detailed action plan, a small hand lightly pressed on his hat.

The little red-haired girl tried her best to stand on tiptoe, and touched the brim of the hat of the boy squatting beside her with difficulty,

"Yoxi, yoxi, touch your head, don't be unhappy, Daju."

Although he has no expression, his intuition tells the third son that the new family members beside him seem to be very sad.

When the dog is sad, all he needs to do is pat his head!

If one doesn't work, then two, Dahei is like this!

An experienced dog master, the third son nodded confidently.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also silent for a while, then raised his hand to take off the hat, lowered his head meekly, and put his head at a height that the third son could touch, then stretched out his arms, and hugged the red-haired girl into his arms.

The third son who was hugged suddenly blinked his eyes, rubbed the red hair in front of his eyes, and then smoothed it out.

Dahei, your friend Daju is so clingy.

……but.

The red-haired girl hesitated for a moment, tentatively buried her face in the boy's neck, and rubbed it carefully.

So warm.

*****

No matter what, life always has to go on.

Taking the death of the black wolfhound as an opportunity, Zhong Yuanzhong also found that he could occasionally touch the third son. Although more often, he was still in a ghost-like spirit state, but he could have a normal conversation like this, and the ocher-haired mafia was already very satisfied. up.

This means that he can ask for more clues about the [Vow Mantra].

So, the most urgent thing now is——

At night, candles were lit in the simple thatched hut, and two people, one big and one small, sat facing each other in the candlelight with serious expressions.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stretched out his index finger to point at himself, and spoke seriously word by word,

"Follow me, Zhongye."

That's right, the most urgent thing now is to teach the third son to pronounce his name correctly!

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked solemn.

No, he definitely doesn't have any objections to the name 'Big Orange'.

I just don't want to look back on the past in the future, and suddenly hear the word "big orange" from the mouth of the third son who has grown up, and some solemn moments further away, when the red-haired girl married in flowers holds his hand, happily Announce to relatives and friends——

'Everyone!This is my husband Daju~'

Nakahara Chuya, who was awakened by the nightmare: "..."

no!Only this will definitely not work!

After so many times, Zhong Yuanzhong has also discovered that his dreams are more or less predictive.

In short, whether it is true or not, at this moment, PortMafia's gravitational force has shown a fighting momentum of one against one hundred, and it is bound to strangle the bud of 'Big Orange' in the cradle!

"Well……"

In the rigorous teaching atmosphere, the red-haired girl clenched her fists nervously, blushed, and said two words seriously,

"Out, out of the night!"

"...It's not out of the night, it's in the middle."

The red-haired boy put his face close to the third son, and slowly lowered his speed so that the third son could see his own mouth shape clearly.

"Chu, u, ya"

The third son resisted the urge to blink, stared at the mouth shape that was close at hand, and accidentally squeezed the eyeballs into cross-eyed,

"Chirp, woo, ah!"

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

The ochre-haired boy covered his face sullenly, and for the first time began to reflect on whether his name was too difficult to pronounce.

How about replacing it with 'Central Plains'?

Zhongye cadres hesitated for a while, and quickly rejected the idea.

His intuition told him that redhead girls would 100% pronounce 'Nakahara' as 'Nakahaha'.

...What kind of human suffering is this?

The third son blinked, looked down, and the background was the depressed and rainy Central Plains.

The girl wrinkled her bun face, crossed her arms and thought hard for a moment, then suddenly the light bulb on her head lit up, and she thought of a good idea.

The red-haired girl's pupils brightened slightly, and she spoke clearly, "Teacher!"

Zhongyuan Zhong was also taken aback, and suddenly raised his head: "Why are you calling this?"

The third son looked at the red-haired mafia, the emerald pupils reflected the warm luster of the candle,

"Because grandma said that those who teach themselves are special, and they should call 'teacher'!"

Nakahara looked at the red-haired girl silently.

For a moment, he seemed to see the grown-up third son, looking at him with bright eyes, standing under the cherry blossom tree with his hands behind his back, calling himself 'Mr. Chuya'.

teacher……

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised the corners of his lips, showing a light smile: "Okay, then 'teacher'."

"Great!"

After the teaching torture was over, the third son raised his hands and cheered, hugged the small quilt and patted it, and was about to get into the bed.

At this moment, Zhongyuan Zhong also smiled, and he was keenly aware of something: "San, Gan, what is the 'grandma' you mentioned just now?"

This is already Chuya Nakahara, the second time I heard a girl mention 'grandma'.

There are very few people who can be talked about by the third son.

Regardless of this room, or the girl's usual habits, it is obvious that the 'grandmother' has a lot of influence on the third son.

Nakahara Chuya's question made the third son's bright pupils darken slightly, but he still replied obediently,

"Grandma, that's grandma. But...she's asleep too."

……Fell asleep.

Nakahara Chuya's eyes quickly passed another small mound behind the house, and he inadvertently heard the villagers mention the "disease and death of a hag", including the girl's skillful digging movements, which also had an explanation.

Even the body of the adopter was buried by the red-haired girl herself.

But at that time, how old was the third son?

Nakahara Chuya's heart twitched, feeling his stomach was filled with winter's chill.

The third son didn't notice the unnatural expression of the red-haired boy for a moment, and continued to hug the quilt and whispered,

"Before grandma fell asleep, she was so fierce. She said a lot of strange things, and she had to swear..."

swear.

An idea flashed in Zhongye's mind, and he was quickly grasped.

He paused for a second, slowed his breathing like he was afraid of scaring a girl, and asked slowly, "Gan, do you still remember what kind of oath it was?"

"Well……"

The red-haired girl thought about it for a moment, then shook her head, "I don't remember, it rained heavily that day, and the thunder..."

The third son said "ah" suddenly, as if thinking of something, his eyes lit up.

She got out of the quilt, ran to the box in the house, and carefully took out a crumpled coil book from it, and handed it to Chuya Nakahara.

"But grandma writes stories every day, do you want to read them, teacher?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also looked at the third son who was looking forward to it, and knew in his heart: "Is it right to read it to you then?"

The red-haired girl whose little thoughts were exposed moved her toes, raised her head cautiously, and looked at the red-haired mafia: "Is it okay?"

Gan, can I listen to a bedtime story too?

The ocher-haired mafia was quiet for a second, and then showed a familiar expression that the third son didn't recognize.

This expression is often seen on the face of Nakahara Chuya by red-haired girls.

It's a bit difficult to understand, but using Sanzi's words to describe it, it's a bit like Dahei's expression when he rushed over hungry and helped her drive away the villagers.

Teacher, are you angry?

The third child was a little uneasy. Just when the child began to examine whether she was too greedy, she found that the red-haired boy put away the expression on his face, looked at her with a smile, and patted her on the head weakly. .

The red-haired girl opened her eyes wide at once, and lay down and covered the quilt as quickly as possible, while helping Nakahara Nakaya open the coil book, raised her eyes and waited quietly.

However, Zhongyuan Zhongye couldn't read it out.

Because what is written on the page is not a story at all, but a surveillance diary.

Regarding the third son, the observation record of [A[-]].

*****

A three five zero seven record 1

"According to the instructions, we brought back Jia San Wu Ling Qi."

"Aged two years old, with mild fever symptoms, judged to be affected by wind and cold, and fell asleep quickly after taking the medicine."

A three five zero seven record 2

"Thanks to Jiasan Wulingqi's hair color and eye color, it easily aroused the villagers' rejection and fear of it."

"One of the kids, named Xiao Ai, seems to like it very much"

"In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, we moved to the opposite village"

A three five zero seven record 3

"For the convenience of addressing, I temporarily named Jia San Wu Ling Qi, Gan."

A three five zero seven record 4

"Gan is three years old, and he's still a skinny little one."

"Can it really be kept alive?"

"I heard people in the village discussing today that Gan should be selected as the next virgin girl for the "Send Seven" and dedicated to the mountain god."

"Great, my mission is finally complete..."

"But what's the matter with this feeling? It's just a mission, how can I still—" (Obliterate)

A three five zero seven record 5

"Kam is four years old, and finally learned to speak, she called 'Grandma'"

A three five zero seven record 6

"I seem to have grown a little taller, and the current clothes are no longer suitable, so I need to make them bigger."

"I still need to cut some cloth and sew a pair of softer foot bags"

"Nutrition should also keep up, let's change some eggs tomorrow."

……

…………

A three five zero seven record 11

"Someone discovered Gan's secret!"

"That kid conjured gold out of thin air in front of a few brats!! If the other villagers find out..."

"No, you can't let these brats go back."

"...they must be eliminated"

A three five zero seven record 12

"Gan is sick, it's the sequelae of the last 'wish'"

"If things go on like this, Gan won't survive next year at all. We have to find a way."

A three five zero seven record 13

"Sneaked back to the mansion and found a way to curb Gan's 'wish'"

"If it goes well, it may be possible to seal Gan's ability."

A three five zero seven record 14

"Failed"

"Maybe it's retribution, I was backbited by the seal"

"There are other watchers in the village. It doesn't matter what happens to this life. I absolutely can't let Gan fall into her hands."

"Since it's a wish, let Gan make my wish come true."

"At least, let this child live until he is seven years old."

"I'll be her bridle"

"After I die, there is no Son of God, only the wishes of all living beings"

……

"I'm sorry, Gan, grandma can't protect you"

*****

At this point, the recording came to an abrupt end.

The house was terribly quiet, the burning candles were shaken by the wind, and the firewood lit in the furnace "beeped" and made a slight cracking sound.

"teacher?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also came back to his senses, and lowered his eyes to meet the suspicious gaze of the red-haired girl.

"It's too difficult. Doesn't the teacher know what grandma wrote?"

"...Well, I'm sorry." The ocher-haired mafioso bent his lips, trying to force a smile.

However, he found that the corner of his mouth seemed to be exerted a thousand-ton gravity. After trying several times, he still couldn't lift it up.

Bo Tao's anger howled fiercely in Zhongye's heart in the Central Plains. He had to use all his strength to maintain the current calm.

"Gan, it's too late, can I change it to a lullaby? I'll tell a bedtime story tomorrow."

Zhong Yuan also said in a hoarse voice.

Lullaby!

The red-haired girl opened her eyes wide in surprise and nodded vigorously.

She closed her eyes under Nakahara Chuya's gesture, her eyelashes fluttered restlessly, obviously she was so happy that she didn't have much sleepiness left.

But soon, as the deep and soft humming sounded in his ears, Sanzi's breathing gradually stabilized, and the suppressed sleepiness reappeared in his head.

The red-haired girl rubbed against the quilt and yawned lightly.

"What's the sound of creaking and creaking? Because this is Kaji Kaji Mountain! The civet cat walks ahead without knowing it, and the rabbit creaks and creaks behind it..." (①)

The ochre-haired mafia has a very good voice, like the strings of a violin, with just a slight swipe of the bow, you can hear the perfect vibrato played.

It is suitable for high-pitched and explosive high-pitched playing, but if it is gentle and low-pitched, it is a nocturne leading to a peaceful dream.

The nursery rhymes that are thought to be terribly frightened were changed by Zhong Yuanzhong into a soft singing for falling asleep.

Sanzi's eyelashes twitched, and soon his breathing became smooth and long.

...What a strange lullaby.

Miss Rabbit... I want to meet you, huh.

The red-haired girl was thinking drowsily, and slowly fell asleep.

Inside the house, the singing stopped.

Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his eyes slowly, his cobalt blue pupils flickering with painful struggle.

Vow mantra, send seven... So that's what it means.

hateful!Isn't there no choice!

Zhong Yuanzhong also clenched his fist and hit the floor with his fist, his fingers passed through the ground, and he swung it in vain.

No, the third son is only six years old now, and there is still one year left in the illusion, as long as he finds a way before that...

Zhong Yuanzhong also forced himself to calm down, comforting himself that there is still time.

However, to his surprise, before the real arrival of "Send Seven", an accident happened first.

Early the next morning, Sanzi got up from the quilt and announced to Zhongya Zhongyuan full of expectations that it was time to meet his friends again.

"Love sauce?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned, remembering the "little love" mentioned in the thread-bound book. '

"Well! She's Gan's good friend, a beautiful and gentle big sister!" the red-haired girl said happily.

She walked around the house, packed the rice balls she made in the morning one by one, and put them in the basket, ready to go out.

Xiao Ai is a ten-year-old girl that the third son accidentally met in the mountains.

At that time, because the red-haired girl was chased and beaten by the villagers' children, she panicked and hid all the way into the mountains. When she accidentally lost her way, a black-haired girl heard the movement and came out of a small shrine.

She left the remaining food to the third son, and pointed out the way down the mountain.

Feeling worried halfway, Xiao Ai simply asked another boy named Sendaro to send the third son down the mountain.

After coming and going, the third son became acquainted with Xiao Ai, and the two tacitly agreed on a time to meet.

Occasionally, when Xiantaro is not free, the third son will bring food to find Xiao Ai.

In Xian Tailang's view, the third son is the best candidate.

No one would have guessed that the girl from the neighboring village also participated in the plan to deceive the 'Mountain God'.

Although I am a little sorry for the third son, but also as a virgin girl who will "send seven" in the future, he believes that the third son will understand.

Along the way, the red-haired girl also talked about the process of getting to know Xiao Ai in Zhongyuan.

And no one noticed that shortly after they left, a woman wearing a cloth scarf appeared outside the thatched cottage.

She opened the door and walked around the house.

After discovering that the rice stored by the third son was half gone, he chuckled with satisfaction, left the third son's house impatiently, returned to the village, and knocked on the door of the village chief.

"Village Chief, there is something I must tell you about Gan, she deceived the mountain god..."

******

When the third son returned home with an empty basket, the sun had already set.

It was quiet all around, even the occasional chirping of insects disappeared.

The thatched hut was pitch black, and the broken door was slanted, which seemed to be the same as when he went out in the morning. However, Zhong Yuan Zhongya, who was following beside him, changed his expression and stopped the red-haired girl who was about to open the door.

"Come back, Sanzi! Run away—!"

"What?" The third son turned his head suspiciously.

At the same time, the door behind her opened automatically, and a villager holding a wooden stick stood behind the third son with a gloomy face.

Before the red-haired girl could react, she felt a strange sound coming from behind her, and she fell to the ground with a pain in the back of her head.

Before losing consciousness, the girl only had time to see Nakahara Zhongya's frightened and angry expression, and the figure surrounding him holding a torch.

The third son was woken up by being splashed with a bucket of cold water.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself tied up in front of the village shrine to worship the mountain god, surrounded by a circle of villagers holding wooden sticks, and the always kind village head grandfather, wearing the clothes of a priest, stood in front of her expressionlessly. , looking down at her.

The light from the torch shone on the faces of the villagers, indistinctly, like the shadow of a hideous monster.

"teacher……"

The red-haired girl subconsciously wanted to ask Nakahara Chuya for help, but she shut her mouth suddenly as if she had realized it.

"I saw it. Gan dared to destroy the sacrifice of the mountain god and secretly deliver food to the virgin girl!"

"The little love from the next door village should have been picked up by the mountain god long ago, but she is alive now! It's her...there has been no rain in the village in the past few years, it's all because Gan offended the mountain god!"

The woman named Sachiko pointed at Sanko and shouted,

"If the village next door finds out...the responsibility will definitely be passed on to us! Maybe our food will also be forced to pay them!"

Food, in this famine-prone village, is more precious than life.

Xingzi knew that as long as this was revealed, Gan would have no way out tonight.

I'm sorry Gan, I wanted to keep you until the age of seven, but that adult couldn't wait...

The woman wearing a headscarf stood in the crowd, smiling slowly at the red-haired girl.

Sure enough, the expressions of the villagers who were hesitant just now changed.

The sound of "crusade" sounded from all sides, like huge boulders, hitting the red-haired girl's body.

——"That's right! I saw it too! Gan will talk to a big black dog, and it's her who ordered the black dog to eat people!"

——"I also saw that she often talked to herself, and the house in the village was burned down the next day!"

——"Ghost! She's a ghost!"

——"Keep her any longer, and sooner or later it will bring bad luck to our village!"

"Punishment! Punishment! Punishment!"

Different voices come together.

The villagers holding wooden sticks stared at the red-haired girl who was tied to the ground with hatred, as if it was not a child who had just turned six years old, but a ghost girl who chose to eat others.

If she is not eradicated, the mountain god will be angered and there will be severe drought all year round!

"Damn it! Why is it at such a time! Third son!"

The ringing bells begging the gods to appease the anger rang rapidly, and the circle around the third son became smaller and smaller.

Nakahara Chuya stretched out his hand over and over again, trying to hug Sanzi up, but no matter how many times, his fingers passed through the red-haired girl in vain.

The hands of the old pocket watch that stopped moving in the arms of the ocher-haired mafia moved slightly, ticking loudly, as if to herald the arrival of the last moment.

"Teacher Chuya..."

The red-haired girl looked at Zhong Yuan with red eyes and opened her mouth, and finally called her name correctly once.

"Third son——!"

"Run teacher, tell Ai-chan, hurry up..."

"Do it!!! The ghost girl is chanting a spell! Hurry up and do it-!!!!"

A woman shouted in a sharp voice, and under her urging, an unknown person dropped a stick first, hitting the red-haired girl hard on the back.

The third son clenched his teeth, grunted, and collapsed on the ground.

When the first stick fell, everything after that seemed to have become logical.

"Mountain God—!! Please forgive—! Please appease—!!"

The villagers' prayers sounded hoarsely.

Second stick.

The third stick.

Fourth stick.

……

Countless sticks passed through the figure of Chuya Zhongyuan, and hammered heavily on the third son.

The crisp sound of broken bones sounded one after another, and the warm blood of the red-haired girl splashed out and reflected in Zhongyuan Zhongye's trembling pupils.

"It's raining—! It's raining——God of the Mountain!!"

The village chief's prayers resounded in the dark sky above the village. At this moment, the wishes of the five villagers reached a consensus.

If... rain can save Xiao Ai...

If it rains, it won't hurt...

At the last moment, the little red-haired girl raised her face, the dark night sky was reflected in her emerald pupils, and Zhongyuan Zhongye's eyes were tearing apart.

"Don't cry, teacher, don't you care...Look, it's raining..."

【Wish of All Beings with Different Abilities】

Loud thunder exploded in the sky, as if to tear the entire night sky, dazzling lightning and heavy rain poured down.

The rainstorm is really coming.

"Hahahahaha! It's rain! It's rain!"

"The mountain god forgives us! The mountain god--forgives us--!!!"

The villagers threw down the blood-stained sticks and opened their arms ecstatically to welcome the long-lost rain.

Amid the shouts of joy, the young red-haired girl slowly closed her eyes.

Nakahara also held Sanko's hand tremblingly, and put the pocket watch into the girl's palm——

"time up."

"...Third son, you should wake up."