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

Naoya didn't know where he was.

Consciousness is like a feather falling into the clouds, constantly floating up and down in the boundless sea of ​​clouds with the swaying wind and waves, Naoya is in it, not knowing where he came from, and where he is going, but following this seems to be able to heal All the pain and unhappiness lightly emptied his body and mind gradually, allowing the surging sea of ​​clouds to completely engulf him.

A small whisper came from the bottom of his heart, as if whispering softly in his ear, telling him gently and seductively, just sleep like this, don’t have to think about anything, and don’t have to worry about anything, just treat it as your own. Take a long vacation.

This seems... not bad, Naoya thought vaguely in his heart, for some reason, he always felt that he seemed to have done something that was particularly energy-consuming, and he could hardly lift a finger, and even his limbs All the bones felt exhausted, as if wrapped in a thick layer of mud, so heavy that they couldn't use any strength, and now he finally had a chance to relax and relieve, he subconsciously wanted to agree to the voice in his heart, and even brought A little can't wait means, I hope to go to sleep.

However, a word with a bit of serious preaching, but full of the most sincere concern suddenly sounded in Naoya's ear, completely covering the voice of persuasion in his heart, and interrupted his recovery. Faint drowsiness.

"...That's not okay, even if it's a holiday, you can't sleep in for too long."

Who, Naoya thought with some displeasure in his heart, covered his ears with a bit of annoyance of getting up, and tried to bury himself deeper, in order to isolate this kind of annoying... Logically speaking, originally The thought of wanting to rest was forcibly stopped, he should indeed feel irritable, but for some reason, he couldn't feel any resentment at all to this voice, instead, there was some inexplicable intimacy and... ... miss?

Naoya wanted to open his eyes to take a look, but his eyelids seemed to be loaded with a weight of more than a thousand catties. He tried his best to barely open a small gap. From this gap, he vaguely saw something The blurred figure, the face is clearly still unclear, but the indescribable sense of familiarity is stronger than before.

Who is it?Unknowingly, Naoya became a little anxious, the voice in his heart that was still telling him to take a rest has completely disappeared now, only the desire to open his eyes and see everything in front of him is filled in his mind , Stimulating him to use all his strength to mobilize his limbs.

"Get up quickly," although the words were still urging, but compared to before, the voice changed from the seriousness in the tone to a little smile, and said softly, "Mom made your favorite baby for you." The pork and shepherd's purse dumplings I ate have already been boiled in the pot, if you don't get up again, the dumplings will be spoiled later and won't taste good."

Then, the voice seemed to go away again.

Mother?

Naoya who stayed where he was, felt as if his mind was stuck by something, all his thoughts stopped running the moment he heard this word, and the blurry figure in his eyes became more and more clear .

In Naoya's eyes, all the whiteness that was like smoke and mist around him continued to spread, and gradually turned into a room that also made him feel a little familiar.

The warm sunshine swayed from the window into the room, lighting up the lush green orchids in the pots on the window sill. The lush orchids branched out into countless twigs, each with a small and exquisite young orchid hanging down. Bathed in the sunlight, the leaves seem to be coated with a layer of gold, making them more delicate.

Not far from the window sill, stands a bookshelf made of walnut wood, on which there are not only children's childhood books, but also a lot of heavy information books, which seem to be mixed with each other, looking a little messy, but full It is the smell of fireworks of life. On the top of the bookshelf, there is a palm-sized photo frame. In the photo, it seems that a family of three is celebrating the birthday of their youngest son.

The young child was hugged in the middle by two adults, and was wearing a golden crown made of paper on his head, but it seemed a bit too big, so crooked that it looked more like a quilt on the child's head. The adults on both sides wore Smiling, with eyebrows and eyes bent, but there are some traces of cream on the face, which adds a little playfulness to the atmosphere of this photo.

As for the youngest son in the center, for some reason, he had an inexplicably strange expression on his face. Although he was also smiling, he always felt a little unspeakable awkwardness and embarrassment. Feeling a little overwhelmed by the overly warm and friendly atmosphere around him, the little hands he pinched had no place to rest, and were directly held in the hands of the adults on both sides.

This is... him?Naoya was a little dazed thinking that the youngest son in the photo could be said to have almost no similarities with his childhood facial features, but in his heart he almost believed that this was him.

"咚咚-"

A crisp and rhythmic knock on the door suddenly sounded, interrupting Naoya's thoughts. He followed the sound, but saw the door of the room was slowly pushed open, revealing the figure behind the door.

"Why are you lying down again?" The woman seemed a little helpless, "I called you just now, didn't I say I'll get up right away, the dumplings are already cooked, if you don't hurry up, I'll give them all to your dad?"

"Ah, I got it, I'll get up right away," Naoya replied subconsciously, looked at the woman in front of him, paused, and finally let out the words that had been hovering in his heart, "Mom... ..”

But the woman nodded with a smile, frowned, closed the door and exited the room.

Naoya blinked and looked around, and everything around him became clearer and brighter as his eyes shifted. It was only at this moment that he finally remembered that this was the room he had stayed in for more than twenty years.

"I'm...back?" Naoya clenched his fists in disbelief, whether it's the soft touch of the bedding, or the warmth of the morning light in the room, everything around him looks so peaceful True, almost no different from what he remembered.

When he walked out of the room and came to the dining room, his parents were already sitting at the dining table, and they seemed to be chatting about something. When they saw him coming, they bent their eyebrows, smiled and waved to him, "Why are you standing there, why don't you hurry up?" Come over for dumplings?"

Every move is so ordinary and everyday.

"...Morning," Naoya opened the chair and sat down slowly, still a little unreal, even with a much slower reaction, looking at the two people opposite, he said in a daze, "Dad, Mom... ...."

"It's still early, the sun is drying my ass," the man teased, never putting on airs of a strict father in front of Naoya, "Sleeping for so long, won't you feel hungry?"

"It's okay...well," as the man's voice fell, the stomach that had been feeling nothing all the time suddenly felt a strong sense of hunger, which made Naoya frowned, covered his stomach, and There is also a slight fever on the face, "It seems to be a little hungry."

"What does it mean to be hungry?" Hearing this, the man laughed and said, "I see you, you really slept too long."

"It's almost enough, you're not much better, just say a few words," the woman patted the man next to her with some dissatisfaction, turned around and picked up a bowl of hot dumplings, handed it to Naoya, and said with a warm smile, " Alright, eat when you're hungry."

"Okay." Naoya nodded, looking down at the plump and clear dumplings in the bowl.

Probably because the outer skin was rolled a bit thinner. After cooking, you can still see the finely minced pork and shepherd's purse intertwined filling inside, and the pink is tender with some star-like green foils, paired with a crystal-like dough , and the light but rich-flavored stewed bone broth, garnished with finely chopped scallions, just one glance makes people move their index fingers and make people saliva in their mouths.

In the quiet restaurant, there was only the sound of Naoya flipping the dumplings, touching the porcelain bowl, and chewing with his lips and teeth.

"Eat slowly, don't burn it." Suddenly, the woman warned softly, her eyes were still full of tenderness, but there was a hint of reluctance, "After eating, you should go out."

"...Going out?" Naoya was taken aback when he heard the words, and stopped the movement of his hands. The dumpling was caught in the air by him, and because of the strength in his hands, the skin was a little torn, exposing the stuffing inside , but he didn't care about it, he just looked at his parents in front of him, with puzzled confusion, and murmured, "Where am I going?"

"Go to where you should go," the man added warmly from the side, there seemed to be relief in his eyes, his voice was also a little hoarse, and he raised the corners of his lips and said, "You have grown up, you should go out It's my own world."

"But, but..." Naoya put down the chopsticks in his hands at a loss, his lips parted, and he wanted to say something, but the moisture in his eyes came out first, "I don't want to leave you... .”

"I have done everything I can and should do. I feel really tired. I just want to be with you now." Probably affected by the ups and downs of his mood, Naoya's words were choked with sobs, and he said He lowered his head, with warm tears dripping on the back of his hand, and was silent for a while, before finally he only murmured, "...Isn't that okay too?"

But after hearing this, the woman smiled and shook her head, walked slowly to Naoya's side, stroked his cheek, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with her thumb, and then embraced him in her arms, while the man Standing aside, watching the two of them quietly, he put his hands on his shoulders calmly and forcefully, like a big mountain, silently blocking all wind and rain for him.

"Remember what I said?" The woman's gentle voice rang in Naoya's ears, "No matter when and where, as long as we remember each other in our hearts, our family will always be together."

Hearing this, Naoya wanted to say something, but suddenly felt an invisible force gently pushing him away, everything in front of him became illusory and blurred again, and the gentle eyes of his parents were gradually moving away from him.

Feeling that he was falling, Naoya desperately stretched out his hands, trying to catch them and keep them, but only the dissipated smoke slipped away from his fingers, and his hands were still empty after all.

However, there seemed to be some voice, riding the trajectory of the wind, trying to transmit to him——

"...we will always... be in your heart..."

In the end, from the whistling wind, Naoya could only vaguely distinguish this sentence, with his familiar voice, as if whispering in his ears, and his movements gently brushed away the uneasiness and sadness in his heart, as if it came from his parents. All the warmth and care from him were conveyed to his heart.

Immediately afterwards, the wind stopped, and his vision was plunged into darkness.

Only this time, he was no longer at a loss, the warmth from the bottom of his heart, accompanied by the beating of his heart, has been firmly protecting him.

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When Naoya opened his eyes again, what greeted him was Mamoko who had been standing by his bed.

"Master," in the eyes full of tears and mixed with surprise, with almost uncontrollable sobs, he shouted, "you finally woke up!"

Following Mamochi's cry, Naoya could feel that many anxious and hasty footsteps sounded around him one after another, and without exception, these footsteps were all gathering towards his bedside, as the footsteps gradually After a pause, familiar figures kept appearing in his field of vision.

There were Xinying and Hiroki with the same worried expression, and there was also a dark face with their chests hugged, but the raised eyebrows were slightly relieved after seeing him, and beside him was a man with an expressionless expression. Riho, who looked at him full of concern, and finally... Satoru Gojo, who appeared on the other side of the bed with still blue eyes.

Or maybe something is different?Naoya thought in a daze, whether it was his illusion, he always felt that Gojo Satoru's clear eyes seemed to be much darker than before.

"Master, how do you feel? Are you thirsty? Do you want some water?" Zhenwang wiped away his tears, barely suppressed the excitement in his heart, shook the handle, raised Naoya's head of the bed a little, and then Putting more soft pillows on Naoya's back, "Do you feel hungry, but the doctor said that you can only eat some light liquid food for the time being, do you want me to prepare it for you?"

"No... ahem!"

Maybe it was the bowl of dumplings in the dream. Naoya just woke up and didn't feel much discomfort from hunger for the time being, but his throat was so dry that the words he spoke were extremely hoarse, and there was a burst of itching. He couldn't stop coughing several times, and unexpectedly pulled it to his chest, causing a burst of tearing pain, which made him unable to hold back for a while, and took a deep breath, "Hiss——"

Although the reversal technique healed the superficial scars on his chest, the inner defects still needed to be recuperated slowly due to the influence of the toxin.

"Master, drink some water first." Seeing this, Zhenwang quickly took a glass of warm water and handed it to Naoya's lips.

Feeling that the dry throat was gradually moistened, and the itchiness in the throat was no longer there, Naoya waved his hand, stopped Zhenwang from continuing to feed him water, and said softly, "That's enough, thank you." This time, his voice The line is much clearer than before.

Zhenwang put down the water glass according to his words, and the other people beside him couldn't hold back their excitement any longer, eager to say something—especially Shi Er, who was very aggressive, narrowed his eyes, and the whole person looked serious. The momentum is ready to go, ready to ask questions at any time.

However, before they spoke, a group of fluffy white heads took the first step, blocking them all behind and Naoya's face.

Facing Gojo Satoru's face that suddenly magnified several times, Naoya could clearly see the bruises under his eyes, and just wanted to ask the other party what's wrong, but in the next second, he suddenly felt a touch of soft damp heat, Gently pressed against his forehead, with a sense of being very careful and cherished.

The surroundings suddenly fell into a dead silence that could be heard falling needles.

"Naozai," Gojo Satoru's slightly deep and hoarse voice rang in Naoya's ears, looking at Gojo Satoru's blue eyes that reflected him in it like the sea, Naoya who had long since lost all his reactions was sluggish. Neng stared wide-eyed, looked at the other party with the corners of his mouth curled up, gently stroked his cheek with his palm, and smiled warmly at him, "You're finally awake."

"and also--"

As he said that, Gojo Gojo paused, as if remembering something, let out a chuckle from his nasal cavity, his eyes burst into a strong brilliance, almost engulfing Naoya, and said in a low voice, "I like you."

The sound was obviously not loud, but it was like a thunder that exploded in his ears, resounding through the sky, deafening, so that Naoya almost turned into a stone statue, and sat on the bed stiff and dazed.

Until a few seconds passed, seeing the chaos in front of my eyes - the violent Shi Er and the mocking five Wuwu fists and feet intersected, and there was even the sound of piercing the air, and there were afterimages of waves, and the people who were dissuading from the side, He felt belatedly that there was already a scorching heat on his face, and he clutched the quilt tightly, at a loss.