The lover that gravity makes is wrong

Yes, why would she want to give Teacher Zhongyuan a gift?

The third son couldn't help being stunned by Ghost Lamp's words, and a bewildered bewilderment appeared on his face.

Because the other party mentioned that they don't like chocolate?

Because I have promised, so I have to do it?

The ready-made answer was clearly there, but the red-haired girl stared at the gift options that had been carefully sorted out in the past few days in the notebook, and she couldn't say this anyway.

【--no. 】

A small but unignorable voice emerged from Sanzi's heart and echoed in her ears.

If you don’t like chocolate, then you can replace it with cake. If it’s just for promise, just use the eggplant’s suggestion.

【—But isn’t this too perfunctory? 】

The voice in her heart resurfaced again, as if she wanted to cut open the place Sanzi had been subconsciously avoiding all this time, and ruthlessly tore away the excuses the red-haired girl had prepared for herself, expressing her truest thoughts.

Don't you want to see Teacher Zhongyuan's surprised expression when he opened the gift?

Don't want to respond to that "loved Valentine's Day gift" anticipation when he's in the restaurant?

Teacher Zhongyuan's surprised expression...

There is no need to deliberately recall, the third son found that as long as he thought about it, the figure, expression, and tone of the red-haired boy appeared in front of him naturally, like a picture scroll that was easily opened.

The ocher hair that is as hot as the scorching sun, the frown that is slightly frowned because of helplessness, the sigh and compromising tone when saying "I really can't help you", and...

Also, under the moonlight of the New Year, when the other party looked at me with a wine glass, the starlight in the sky reflected in those cobalt blue pupils, and the "Happy New Year" smeared with a smile in the crisp sound of clinking glasses...

These are like movie shots, clearly playing back one by one before her eyes.

Until now, the red-haired ghost girl was surprised to find that she had already had so many interactions with Mr. Zhongyuan.

Obviously a few months ago, they were just passengers who met by chance on the plane, and at most one more layer was added, the relationship between ghosts and unlucky humans who strayed into the [realm].

So, why is she seriously bothered about 'giving Teacher Zhongyuan a gift'?

And why did she always subconsciously deny it when everyone gave her a lot of good advice, thinking it was not enough?

The reason, in fact, has long been written on paper.

The third son stared at the notes. The gift options that had been carefully sorted out and crossed out line by line in the past few days, the correct answer was already on her lips, and she was just waiting for her to speak and say it.

"Because...because I don't want to disappoint Teacher Zhongyuan..."

I want to respond to his expectations, and I want to see him show more different smiles.

The third son murmured as if realizing.

But after clarifying a problem, more incomprehensible emotions flooded in.

It is strange and intense, full of unavoidable toughness and domineering.

It's like a city of steel standing by the waves, which seems to be as stable as a rock, but when you come back to your senses one day, you find that the solid city wall has been eroded by the sea at some point and a big hole has been formed.

The wind from the outside poured in from the open hole, making a violent whistling sound that could never be ignored.

This emotion was so strange and unsolvable that the red-haired girl subconsciously reached out and grabbed the sleeve of the assistant ghost officer beside her.

She instinctively turned to her closest and trusted elders for help, just like she encountered difficult problems when she was a child.

"dad……"

The third son raised his head, with a complex expression of confusion and helplessness on his face,

"What should I do? I, I seem to care about Teacher Zhongyuan more than I thought. But this seems to be different from the feelings towards Tanggua, Eggplant, and Sister Axiang. I...I..."

The red-haired girl frowned in distress, and scratched her hair vigorously with the hand holding the pencil. She was stuck for a long time, but she couldn't find an exact word from her head to describe her current mood.

Ahhh!What is this feeling!

The third son became more and more confused, the impact of overload made the head of a ghost girl feel hot, smoke was coming from her head like a cartoon character, her eyes were circling, and she was about to meet the old man who was running multiple programs at the same time. Like a computer, when announcing a shutdown—

"Third son."

A wide palm gently landed on the top of the girl's head, with a familiar aura, and the same cool temperature as when he was a child, clearing up Sanzi's messy thoughts and calming down his impetuous state of mind.

Ghost Lantern lowered his eyes, looking at the girl who was staring at him trustingly.

Such an expression, for an instant, made the Ghost Assistant Officer seem to have returned to hundreds of years ago.

At that time, when encountering a problem that he couldn't figure out, the half-ghost girl who looked like a ten-year-old child also grabbed his sleeve like this, raised her head and asked him crisply,

"Father, why is the dead man crying? Shouldn't he be smiling happily when he reunites with his family?"

But why, when the mother-in-law of the deceased saw her little granddaughter in Santuchuan, she hugged her and cried so sadly?

Aren't you happy to meet again?

"Does it need to be said? Of course it's because of 'grey-haired people give black-haired people'."

A passing ghost jailer explained in passing,

"Compared to seeing each other in hell, most old people and parents still hope that their children can live well in this world. After all, this is Huangquan, and appearing here means that the people they care about are ushering in 'death'. "

But did they meet?

The young third son blinked suspiciously, trying hard to understand what the ghost jailer said, but all his strength seemed to be on his face, his tender bun face was almost wrinkled, and the red-haired young girl didn't Figure out the logic.

The assistant ghost and god soon discovered this.

Perhaps due to early death, coupled with the relationship of orphans in this world, it is difficult for the young red-haired girl to share her emotions with others.

Her understanding of emotions such as happiness and sadness, anger and sadness almost all come from the indoctrination of the adopters in this world and the pale explanations in the picture books, just like a clumsy puppet, which can only be imitated poorly based on words.

This gave Ghost Lamp a headache for a long time.

At that time, King Yan Mo ran into more than one time during his vacation, a certain black-haired assistant officer with "Encyclopedia of Parenting Psychology" in one hand and candy in the other, squatting at the gate of Hell Kindergarten with a red-haired girl.

The older ghost clan youth stared straight at the ghost clan cub inside with his eyes and tone like dissecting a frog, explaining and teaching the third son on the spot.

"Did you see that just now, the fat man snatched the toy from the newcomer by virtue of his advantage of being one grade higher? This is a typical way for the shameful weak to bully the younger generation, and it is a classic manifestation of the 'Senior Rank' in the neon society."

The younger one squatted beside him, nodded his head crisply, and wrote vigorously.

"I understand Dad! In other words, this fat man is a useless ghost who has no other competitiveness except age!"

The little third son summed it up in one sentence, and carefully wrote down the big characters of "senior merit sequence, useless ghost" on the paper with a crayon, and he couldn't write the "senior merit sequence" in the middle, so he simply drew a bullying little boy according to the fat man's appearance. people around.

One who dares to teach and one who dares to learn.

I don't dare to say what the effect will be, but one big and one small managed to make a fat man who was eavesdropping tearful, and cried with his head up.

The other cubs in the surrounding circle looked at me and I looked at you for no reason, and clenched their fists, crying out loudly.

King Yan Mo: "..."

Mr. Ghost Lantern, that's not how children are taught!Stop your behavior of wholesale trauma to cubs!

In the end, King Yan Mo, who still couldn't stand it, suppressed the two ghosts, one big and one small, with a black face, and apologized to the principal teacher who came over after hearing the cries, and by the way, severely prohibited the assistant officer's "Yamaba scaring the children" Behavior.

This situation did not get better year by year until King Yan Mo had a flash of inspiration and came up with the idea of ​​letting Sanzijiang go to the Yinke as an intern, and understand the emotions through contact with the dead in this world.

After all, there are five flavors in the world, persistent persistence, and will always be the best teacher.

And now, following the "joys, anger, sorrows and joys", Father Ghost Lamp has finally ushered in the moment that every parent hates the most——

Explain to my lovely daughter what is called 'youth sprouting'.

Gee.

The assistant ghost and god clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, but out of the old father's sense of responsibility, he still gave the answer.

"Third son, this is not a bad thing."

The ghost lamp pressed the head of the red-haired girl, just like the countless answers when she was a child, the calm voice carried convincing power,

"In the future, you will encounter similar situations many times. At that time, you will understand that with the deepening of understanding and bond, some people will fade away from your life, while some people will change your world. role in the

"Whether it's between the ghost clan or between people, the relationship between each other is not forever."

"Understanding and bondage..."

The third son pondered his father's words, his eyes gradually frightened,

"Father! I suddenly realized that I don't understand Teacher Zhongyuan's interests and preferences at all! So that's the case, is the source here!"

Although she keeps saying that she regards Teacher Zhongyuan as an important friend, but when she thinks about it carefully, she actually doesn't even know what the other person likes to eat or what he is interested in. That's why she is so troubled and can't choose a satisfactory gift plan!

This is her intuition, protesting to herself!

So it turned out to be so!

The scum(?) is actually me? !

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Seeing that the red-haired girl came to a conclusion that was completely irrelevant to the correct answer, a certain black-haired assistant officer did not stop her, and smoothly put forward her own suggestion.

"If you don't know your personal preferences, why not start with the other person's work temporarily and give him something that will help his career."

Things that are helpful to Mr. Zhongyuan's workplace...

Ghost Lantern's words instantly opened up the girl's mind. For a while, the red-haired girl felt inspired, and her eyes gradually became sharper.

"I understand Dad! I'm going to get ready!"

The third son clenched his fist with great fighting spirit, and disappeared in place with a 'shua' sound, leaving only a figure running further and further away.

Ah, very good.

Ghost Lantern looked at the girl's back and nodded in satisfaction.

Then when he returned to Yan Mo Hall, when he looked up, he met the caring eyes cast by King Yan Mo.

"Don't be sad, Ghost Lantern Lord."

King Yan Mo patted Gui Deng's shoulder sympathetically.

He has just learned the whole process from the red-haired girl's leave note.

At this time, the eyes of the hell manager looking at the assistant ghost and god were full of understanding and sigh as a person who had experienced it, and there was a little... cough, gloating.

"Mr. Ghost Lantern, there will always be a day when my daughter grows up, leaves her father, and is taken away by another brat. This is the unavoidable fate of every man on the road to becoming a father."

"Ah, but thinking about it this way, time flies so fast. In a blink of an eye, Sanzijiang has also reached this age. Mr. Guideng, you must be in a complicated mood."

King Yan Mo put his hands behind his back and said with deep emotion.

It was a rare opportunity to have a concave shape, and King Yan Mo waited for a while, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't hear any response from his subordinates.

The hell manager looked back suspiciously, and found that a certain ghost executive was not listening to him at all, and even walked to the side seat without haste, pushed out a small cart full of documents from behind the scenes, and then——

With a bang, they all piled up on his desk.

King Yan Mo: "???" What happened?

Ghost Lamp clapped his hands expressionlessly, like the cold foreman who told the workers to call 996,

"Sa, it's time for work, Your Majesty. If you don't finish processing these documents within today, I won't allow you to leave work."

"Eh?! Wait, Mr. Ghost Lantern? Aren't we talking about Sanzijiang!"

King Yan Mo was shocked and protested,

"Again, these documents were not there just now! Don't add extra workload to the old man as if nothing happened before the end of get off work!"

"What are you talking about my lord," Gui Deng said righteously,

"I just see that you seem to have too much free time, and I'm worried that you're bored, so I just added a little bit of work to you. Don't dawdle, hurry up! Work, work!"

"Woooooh, devil! You devil!"

King Yan Mo let out a mournful cry, and worked bitterly with his pen.

Just as he started working with his left and right hands and was frantically rushing to the progress, the voice of the ghost assistant official sounded peacefully from the lower seat and floated into King Yan Mo's ears.

"And what about 'this age', my lord, that child is still far away."

Hearing this, King Yan Mo paused, then turned his head slowly, and looked at the assistant officer who was handling the documents with one glance and ten lines.

He suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth, his heart was full of blessings, and he had a guess,

"That...Ghost Lantern Lord, you probably didn't make trouble on purpose, and said something that misleaded Sanzichan, right? If you hinder young people from falling in love, you will be kicked by a donkey."

"Please don't get me wrong, Your Majesty."

An invisible daughter-accused assistant officer opened another interrogation scroll, and righteously said,

"I just proposed another more practical gift direction to the third son from the perspective of a manager."

As for what the brat will receive in the end, it's not up to him.

Well, absolutely not.

King Yan Mo: "..."

Suddenly I feel a little sympathetic to the boy named Zhong Yuan.

*****

at the same time

Inside a high-end apartment in Yokohama

Nakahara Chuya, who had just taken a shower, came out of the bathroom with a towel on his head.

He was wearing a white bathrobe with a belt loosely tied in a knot.

The loose collar opened slightly to both sides, exposing a slender neck and a piece of chest muscle.A drop of wet water dripped from his wet hair and fell into the skirt of his clothes, swimming out a faint water stain.

His mobile phone is always placed beside him, within reach of the young man as soon as he reaches out his hand.

Zhong Yuanzhong also pressed the unlock button, and the screen lit up, illuminating the boy's handsome eyebrows and silent eyes.

The phone's page still stays on the chat interface with the red-haired girl, but the information inside remains unchanged.

The Valentine's Day concert ticket given by Koyo Ozaki was placed under the water glass, and beside it was a half-read love magazine.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, but the pages of the book were just blown up by the cold wind of the air conditioner, and stopped on a section of the annotation, which perfectly expressed the mood of Chuya Zhongyuan at this moment——

【Waiting is the longest torture between a man and a woman. Time will prolong longing and magnify the slightest suffering and loss infinitely.This is a torture that no one can do, not even the most powerful. 】

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at the line for a while, then suddenly laughed out loud, and put the magazine on the table with his backhand.

"Isn't this a matter of course?" Nakahara Zhongya said softly.

Words can't ease it.

The sound cannot be relieved.

That's why I want to see her and really hold her in my arms.

The touch of the skin, the breath of breath, the temperature of the gaze, only these can calm down the black waves that are constantly rolling in the heart, and calm down for a while.

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his hand and wiped his hair casually, then threw the towel on the sofa, got up and walked to the bar.

The sober red wine is poured from the slanted mouth of the bottle, flowing down the glass wall, swirling in the wine glass, exuding a mellow aroma, and the deep ruby ​​wine liquid reveals a layer of floating light under the light .

Without any connection or omen, Nakahara Chuya, who was holding the wine glass, unexpectedly thought of the ghost under the New Year's night in his mind.

The girl sat on the railing of the Yokohama Sea-Crossing Bridge, following the sound and looking towards herself.

The eyes are bright, and the wine red grows into the wind. In the night and the lights reflected by the sea, there is a floating light similar to the contents in the cup.

"Third son..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also spoke suddenly, and his low voice spread out in the quiet apartment.

The moonlight in the sky shines in through the open window, and falls into the cobalt blue pupils of the ochre-haired boy, reflecting the repressed patience in it,

"Come and see me quickly, before I get tortured."

Perhaps it really got a response from Aphrodite, the god of love.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was holding the wine glass, just took a sip of the red wine. Before he could swallow it, he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly heard a very soft sound coming from the window on the right rear.

The sound of 'snap' was especially obvious in the deep night.

people?

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned.

No, this is the 25th floor.

Zhe sent gravity to Xun Sheng, and at the same time, a pair of slender fingers silently rested on the window frame.

It was not found in the Central Plains either.

He cautiously walked to the window, and just stretched his head out of the window, the next moment, a red head suddenly poked out from above, just in line with the gaze of the red-haired boy!

The red-haired figure hangs upside down on the window, unconsciously speaking,

"Teacher Zhongyuan! I have something very important to ask you——!"

"Pfft—cough cough cough!"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also so frightened that he spit out a sip of red wine, suffered a cardiac arrest, and was almost choked to death on the spot.

"...Don't come out of nowhere suddenly! You idiot—!"