The road of the house owner of the pig in the Chanyuan

"No, I just thought of some happy things." Naoya raised his eyebrows and smiled, took the bowls and chopsticks handed over by Makoto, and pushed Gojo Satoru away by the way, "Stop messing around, eat your own , it’s okay, why keep looking at me.”

"Okay," Gojo Satoru shrugged, because sukiyaki still needs a little time, he picked up the chopsticks and put a slice of ginger fried meat in his mouth, and after he devoured it, the light on A pair of big blue eyes gave a thumbs up to Riho, "Miss Riho, your craftsmanship is really good!"

"Thank you, eat more if you like it," Riho replied with a smile, then looked at Naoya and Xiaohui in his arms, and stretched out his hand, "Naoya, you eat too, Xiaohui let me hold it well gone."

"It's okay, Miss Risui, you've worked hard too, I'll just hold Xiaohui, anyway, I shouldn't be able to eat much," said Naoya, and conveniently put a few slices of fried meat and shredded meat into Xiaohui's bowl "You and Shi Er must have been hungry for a long time, you have to hurry up to eat, and it will be inconvenient if you have to take care of Xiao Hui."

"In this case, I'm begging you," seeing Xiaohui holding a pair of small chopsticks for children, eating sweetly in Naoya's arms, Riho no longer insisted, just smiled and told Xiaohui, "Xiaohui must You have to listen to my uncle, don't be naughty."

"Well, I got it, Mom." Xiaohui assured with a serious face, but there was still food that hadn't been swallowed completely in her cheeks, and she looked like a little squirrel at first glance, her cheeks on both sides were bulging, Adorably tight.

The long-lost dinner between Naoya and Madoka officially started from this moment.

The lid was lifted from the pottery pot, and the white smoke rose like a mushroom and spread out, revealing a few traces of pink and tender fresh meat inside, accompanied by the bubbles that bubbled up from the gurgling, as if carrying The rhythm of the drums is general, agitating one after another.

Picking up a piece of cooked meat, Naoya slowly put it into the egg liquid that had been stirred up, and the meat slice with the sauce was instantly covered with a layer of silky egg liquid, which was straight to the point. It made people move their index fingers, but Naoya did not put it into his mouth immediately, but tore off a small piece with chopsticks and handed it to Xiaohui, intending to feed it to Xiaohui.

But I don't want to, Xiaohui, who was still looking forward to it, after thanking Naoya in a low voice, when she actually ate the meat that she had been waiting for for a long time, her small face wrinkled like a bun until the meat was completely eaten. After swallowing, he looked at Naoya aggrievedly, his whole body was like a dried up flower, and even the tips of his hair that were raised up fell down a little, and he pouted, "Uncle, the meat is so sweet... ...."

"Sukiyaki is sweet, doesn't Xiaohui like it?" Seeing Xiaohui nodded solemnly, Naoya couldn't help laughing for a while, but had no choice but to coax softly, "Since we don't like it, then let's stop eating it. Would you like to eat more of the fried pork with ginger made by my mother?"

Only then did Xiaohui regain her spirits and nodded, causing the others to let out a burst of good-natured laughter.

Oh, except for Shi Er, that guy was busy eating ginger fried pork made by Risui with his son, and he was eating like he hadn't eaten in ten years, which made Naozai speechless for a while.

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As time went by, the night gradually occupied the entire sky, and the earthenware pot on the dining table also put round after round of beef, until the egg liquid in the bowl was almost completely consumed in front of everyone, leaving only one When the leftovers are piled up, this dinner can be regarded as a perfect ending.

Naoya, who originally said to only eat a little, had to eat a lot without knowing it under the continuous attack of Gojo Satoru and Mamochi. Even before going to bed, he still felt his stomach was a little full. He burped softly every now and then.

"Hiccup—"

Because he slept in the office nearby, in Naoya’s former room, the quilt was also re-laid by Mamoko. He knelt on the new quilt and covered his mouth with one hand, trying to relieve the hiccup in his chest. Complainingly, he looked at Wujo Gojo, who had already changed into his pajamas and lay down, and said in a muffled voice, "Just say that I can't eat anymore, and you and Zhenwang continued to pick up food for me. It's all right now, and I'm sorry I can't stop hiccupping."

"Can you blame me too? Then do you want me to pat you on the back?" Hearing this, Gojo Satoru propped up half of his body on his elbows, raised his eyebrows and patted Naoya's back, "Since you can't sleep, why don't we Why don't you chat casually for a while to pass the time?"

"Okay, hiccup, what do you want to talk about? Hiccup..." In line with Gojo Satoru's movements, Naoya patted himself on the chest, gave Gojo Satoru a sideways look, and asked softly.

"Well, what did you and that fellow Shier talk about in the afternoon?" Gojo Wujo asked with his chin resting on one hand, seemingly unintentionally.

Hearing this, Naozai glanced at Gojo Wutiao with an expression of "I know you want to ask", and after thinking about it, as long as Xia Youjie is not mentioned, it seems that there is nothing to hide, so he said helplessly, "It's nothing, just Hiccup, I told you about Xiaohui's awakening technique, and, by the way, Hiccup, let him help me keep an eye on... Panxing Cult."

"Pan Xing Sect?" After hearing this, Wujo Wutiao thought for a while and suddenly said, "Is it the so-called religious group that believes in Tianyuan? Why haven't you mentioned it before?"

"You know Hiccup and the Panxing Cult?" Naoya looked at Gojo Satoru in surprise.

"Well, I've had a lot of contact with the government in the past few years, and in order to deal with those old men in the upper echelon of magic, I have memorized a lot of troublesome things, including of course about Tianyuan," Wujo Wu shrugged indifferently. Shrugging his shoulders, he attributed all the difficulties he had encountered alone when he was not with Naoya these years, with a relaxed expression on his face, "Troublesome things", "Isn't it just a group composed of non-spells? Why did you suddenly Care so much?"

"...Recently, I have found some news, and I always feel that this organization has something to do with the original brain... Anyway, I have asked Shier to help me keep an eye on it, so you don't have to worry too much about it. "Naturally, Naoya couldn't tell the specific reasons and all kinds of speculations, so he could only prevaricate Gojo Satoru in this way, and asked another question, "Don't just talk about me, how about you, have any other moves by the high-level conjurers recently?"

"If there is, it seems that there is indeed," Gojo Satoru glanced at Naoya, and found that the hiccups seemed to have stopped, so he stopped patting Naoya's back, lay down with his arms on his head again, looked at the ceiling and said, "Recently, those old men don't know if they are tossing about other things, and suddenly they have settled down a lot, and they no longer compete with the government/government in secret. Much easier."

"Toss about other things?" Naoya was a little puzzled, "What else can they toss about now? Could it be that they want to reconnect with the black organization? But in the past few years, the black organization that can be found on the surface in Japan, Basically, they have all been dealt with...Could it be that they have not changed their nature, and they have hooked up with some other organization?"

"It doesn't seem to be true," Gojo Satoru shook his head, "It's strange to say, I always feel that they are very serious this time, it's just that the people arranged by the government at the top of the spell are the same this time, completely isolated Come on, I didn’t get any gossip.”

"It seems that we can only wait and see the changes..." Naoya murmured with lowered eyes, and at this moment, he suddenly found that his hiccups seemed to have stopped, and he said in a daze, "Hmm ? I don’t seem to be hiccupping anymore?”

"You just found out?" Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows a little funny, hooked Naoya's hand and pulled him down on the bed, looking at Naoya's drawn eyebrows and those dark brown eyes, he asked with a smile , "Okay, the chat is almost over, and the hiccups have stopped, should we go to bed?"

"It's time to go to bed, it's almost twelve o'clock." Naoya glanced at the clock on the wall, then looked at Gojo Satoru, softened his eyebrows and said softly, "Then... good night, Satoru."

"Good night," Gojo Satoru slightly embraced Naoya, brought the two of them closer together, sniffed Naoya's hair with a faint lemon fragrance, and whispered, "Naoya."

It was probably because he thought about many things during the day and was too tired. Not long after he said good night to Wujo Wudao, Naoya felt the warmth brought by Wujo Wudao, and soon closed his eyes heavily and fell into a dark and sweet dream. .

It's just that tonight's dream, I don't know if it was affected by all kinds of strange emotions during the day, it seems to be inexplicably strange.

In the white mist, Naoya seemed to see the figure of Gojo Satoru. For some reason, the other party got very close to him, almost so close that even the nostrils were filled with Gojo Satoru's familiar and familiar smell. An air of peace of mind.

So, unknowingly, he gradually indulged in it, his mind was like boiling water with bubbling bubbles, turning all his thoughts and reason into hot damp and Sweet and greasy.

His face, his limbs, and every inch of his skin seemed to be scalded by the heat. For a while, he couldn't bear it anymore. He only hoped to find a cold place to relieve his hidden pain. In his body, there was that impatience that had nowhere to vent.

But soon, he felt that Gojo Goto seemed to be caressing his cheek gently, with a refreshing coolness in his palm, which wiped away the unbearable hot flashes for him, so that he couldn't help but touch Gojo Goto's palm. It was even closer, and I even hoped that this piece of coolness could just sweep every corner of my body.

Perhaps because he felt the hot fireball deep in his body, Gojo Satoru's palm slowly slid down, and his body, also in Naoya's ignorance, leaned over to stick it, as if it was completely mixed with water/milk/ As usual, help him to completely release/release the irritability that made him uncomfortable and bored, and the rest is only the comfort and pleasure that is as cool as the summer breeze.

And in the mouth, there is a faint sweetness.

And Gojo Satoru, lying next to his ear, with a voice that had already passed the period of voice change, with a somewhat adult-like deep magnetism, and a gentle smile that he could not understand, whispered his name softly.

【Naoya...】

wait, it seems...something is wrong...

As this idea became more and more clear in his mind, Naoya seemed to be frightened and broke free from the restraints, and suddenly sat up from the bed, fully awake, he took a big mouthful of air, and it took a long time to come back to his senses, Looking around at the still dark room, just before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a sticky and uncomfortable slippery feeling came from there, reminding him what happened last night.

For a moment, Naoya couldn't believe his own feelings. He froze for a moment, glanced at Gojo Satoru, who was still sleeping soundly, swallowed, quietly stretched out his legs from the quilt, and stood up slowly. He tiptoed to the toilet, and carefully locked the door belt, just like a strong man cutting off his wrist, he pulled up the elastic of the pajama pants a little.

And then... no then.

"No way..." Naoya stared blankly at himself in the mirror, there was still some unnatural flush on his face, which was particularly obvious in contrast to his fair skin, and the dream from last night , and at this moment, everything was squeezed into his mind, including himself, and Wujo Satoru, who seemed to have grown up and was in between now.

But these are all indifferent, if possible, Naoya even wants to hold his head on the spot and let himself cry for a while.

It's a pity that he didn't want to wake up Wujo Satoru, who was still in his dream, especially... in this situation, so he just slowly squatted down, hugged his head, his thoughts went back and forth, and But there is only one purpose - to excuse his absurd dream.

"Calm down, it's nothing, it's just a dream, just an inexplicable dream, it's not like I haven't done something like this before..."

Scratching his head, Naoya couldn't stop muttering, as if telling others, but also as if trying to convince himself. Finally, he closed his eyes tightly, pursed his lips tightly, feeling the beating drumbeat in his heart finally seemed to calm down After a while, he whispered to himself impatiently like a mosquito, "I think in the future, it's better for me to sleep alone..."