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

After that insignificant green kiss in the alley, Naoya's mind seemed to have turned into a mess, and he could no longer think about anything else, so he could only let Gojo Satoru, who was getting more and more excited, lead him all the way. He went to the shopping mall, and among the various clothing stores, he took him for a while with great interest, and picked out suitable clothes for him.

As for Naoya himself...probably because the aftermath of that kiss was too strong, at this moment, apart from passively muttering a few similar words "um, ah" from his mouth in response to Gojo Satoru, the whole person Dizzy, with reddish cheeks and blurred eyes, as if drinking a small wine, in the midst of a little drunk walking on the soft clouds.

"Well, Naoya, what do you think of this one?" Gojo Satoru held a short shirt with light fabric and delicate texture in one hand, moved it close to Naoya's eyes, and saw that Naoya who was distracted was attracted back again, bent over Grinning his eyebrows and opening his mouth, he continued to ask with a smile, "Or is this one better?"

Most of the boys' daily clothes have similar styles, especially the short shirts in summer, not to mention any fancy tricks. The main difference lies in the different colors and patterns.

Gojo Satoru's left hand is a short shirt with a light blue bottom and a little plain water pattern decoration on the corner, which makes people feel refreshed after looking at it. It is very suitable for the hotter summer, and his right hand is a bottom shirt. A pure white blouse, with only a cute little fox printed on the waist, guarding the red apple in his arms, poking his head like a cunning child, flicking his fluffy tail like cotton candy the back of the blouse.

"How about it, do you like it?" Seeing Naoya not saying anything for a long time, Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, and handed the blouse with his right hand to Naoya for a while, "I think this one is more suitable for you. In the past, you Jia Zhenwang always likes to buy you some clothes with fox patterns, and it happens that you will dye your hair golden later, so it is more suitable to match this little fox."

"...You know it was before," Naoya finally came back to his senses, looking at the blouse that was being gestured and stuck to his chest—especially the little golden fox at the waist, I couldn't help being speechless for a while, frowned slightly in disgust, took a step back, and tried to avoid, "You don't even think about how old we are now, and we still wear this...you can't find something with a simple style ?"

"I think this is very good." As if he couldn't understand Naoya's disapproval of his taste, Gojo Satoru opened his eyes wide and looked innocent, "Besides, we are not only in our teens, we are not adults yet, wear Isn't this kind of clothes just right?"

Naoya: "..."

Hearing this, Naoya looked indifferently at the blouse in Gojo Satoru's hand, then looked away, and looked at Gojo Satoru's height of nearly 1.9 meters, and the other party was only 17 years old, that is, In other words, if he stops growing at the age of 22, the other party can grow at least another five years or so. On the other hand, although he himself is only one year behind Gojo Satoru, his height has improved by leaps and bounds in the past few years, but even so, it is not enough now. 1.7 meters six.

1.9 meters or something is no longer an extravagant hope, at least let him reach 1.8 meters, Naoya secretly prayed in his heart.

Gojo Satoru, who has such a height, talks about what kind of teenager he is... Although the fact is true, Naoya still can't help but feel speechless when he sees it.

"Having said so much, why don't you try it yourself?"

Waving away Gojo Satoru, who was holding a blouse with a smile on his face, deliberately teasing him, Naoya rolled his eyes angrily, and rummaged on the hanger rail by himself, but after a while, when he saw one of the blouses clearly After the pattern, there was a pause, and he subtly glanced sideways at Wujo Satoru, who was also rummaging through the selection, and raised the corners of his mouth.

"Wu, look at this."

Just as Wujo Satoru casually flipped through the hanger bar, he turned his head to look at Naoya without thinking about it, but after seeing the blouse that Naoya picked up at some point in his hand, he was slightly taken aback.

"How?" Seeing that Naoya's brows were full of constriction, and there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, he teased, "I also think this one is not suitable for you, especially the cat on it is exactly like you .”

I saw that the blouse in Naoya's hand was almost exactly the same in style and shape as the fox blouse that Gojo Satoru was holding earlier. The only difference was the same pattern on the waist of the two blouses. What I saw was a kitten whose appearance and shape resembled that of a British longhair cat. Its blue eyes were almost exactly the same as Gojo Satoru. A pair of small sunglasses are added to the cat's small face.

What a genius design!

When seeing this blouse for the first time, Naoya immediately burst into joy in his heart. If a white cat with blue eyes is still common, then a white cat with blue eyes and sunglasses is really very rare. up.

He almost couldn't restrain the little excitement in his heart, and with a little revenge, he took out the blouse, stretched it in front of Gojo Wu, raised his eyebrows, and provocatively said, "How about it, do you want to try it? If you are willing to wear this one, I will show you the little fox's one too."

However, at first, I thought I could see Gojo Satoru's shriveled Naoya this time, but after he was stunned, he only raised his eyebrows a little, stepped forward, and let him stick the short shirt in his hand to his body.

Under Naoya's puzzled eyes, Gojo Gojo leaned over, and taking advantage of the height difference between the two, he pressed Naoya almost completely into his arms, leaned close to his ear, and said with a low voice, "I didn't see it, so Naoya you hope so much." Wear couple shirts with me."

Love, love what? !

Naoya's eyes widened immediately, and he turned his head stiffly to look at Gojo Satoru, who was close at hand, but saw that the corner of his lips was raised, and the moment his gaze moved to this place, he raised his chin, pretending to be playful and shy , frowned at him twice, making Naoya's mind shut down for a moment because of the word 'couple shirt', and it was like being bombarded by a heavy bomb for a while, There was complete chaos.

It's not that Naoya deliberately wanted to make himself look like a stunned young man. In the intimate relationship between the two of them that is completely different from the past, everything is 'pushed' away by Gojo Satoru. It came out without any warning, and the tempo was very fast, so that Naoya, who was in it, had to be caught off guard by a burst of hot face all the time.

Just like now, it is obviously just two short-sleeved tops with similar styles, but when it comes to Gojo Wu's mouth, it becomes a kind of love... couple shirts, this is not enough after it is over, and I deliberately put on a pair of clothes for him. Ambiguous look, winking.

Fortunately, he secretly thought that his psychological age was much older than Wujou, and he should not be too at a loss in this relationship, but he didn't want to. After all, he was sitting on the ground, relying on the understanding of the past ten years, and underestimated Wujou. Personality and shame - who would have thought that the other party would be so comfortable in this respect.

Thinking of this, Naoya felt that the blouse in his hand was very hot. He couldn't help but loosen the strength of his hands for a while, but immediately remembered that this was a shopping mall, not his own home, so he hurriedly grasped it again before the blouse completely slipped off.

"Hey, don't you want to?" Seeing that Naoya's cheeks were flushed but Gojo Satoru, who didn't speak, secretly laughed in his heart, but a disappointed expression appeared on his face at the right time, and he deliberately exaggerated in a very dejected tone , curled his lips, and muttered in a low voice, "I thought we were dating this time, obviously my relatives..."

"Enough!" Before Wujou finished speaking, Naoya ignored the blouse in his hand, covered Wujou's mouth that didn't know how to hide it, blushed, and gritted his teeth, agreed, " I just wear it! I beg you to say a few words less!"

Gojo Satoru, who was forced to cover his mouth, didn't feel annoyed at all. Instead, he looked at Naoya's eyebrows and eyes, and even the corners of his lips rose more and more. He lightly rubbed against Naoya's warm palm, like a conduction effect. Naoya's arms trembled involuntarily.

By the way, it also reminded him of the... that kiss between the two in the alley.

It is indeed different, Naoya, glanced at Gojo Satoru who had picked up the cat shorts and was about to go to the dressing room to change into, felt the remaining heat on his face, and thought in his heart, he also had to... um, Get used to it as soon as possible.

At least, he can no longer be led by Gojo Satoru by the nose, Naoya secretly made up his mind in his heart, full of vigor, but there is a curve around his mouth that he didn't even notice, against the redness His cheeks softened his slightly stern face due to thinness.

However, when both of them had changed their clothes and stood in front of the full-length mirror, they looked at the patterns on their respective blouses in the mirror, and then at each other. There was a sound, and then it intensified.

"Hahaha, I was right, this fox really suits you, especially that expression, after you dye your hair, it will definitely look more like it! Hahaha..."

"How dare you say me, you're wearing a self-portrait of yourself, you're laughing so hard, you must let Jie and Nitro take a look to see if I'm right hahaha..."

"Obviously it's yours that looks more like you!"

"You're more like that!"

"Bounce!"

"Rebound is invalid!"

......

The shop assistants around were blushing slightly, carefully peeking at Gojo Satoru and Naoya's direction, even though the two were laughing and making noise like elementary school students, it was difficult to conceal the corners of the eyes and brows of the two who had different styles but were equally beautiful .

It could even be said that it was the energetic intimacy and quarrel between the two of them at this moment, which actually made the two of them seem to be covered with a layer of bright colors, making them even more dazzling.

Is it brother?Someone saw the same white hair of the two, guessed like this, and was arguing about the childishness of the two in their hearts, secretly smiled and sighed, the relationship is really good.

Probably this smile completely opened the door of indecision in Naoya's heart, he was no longer shy, and he and Gojo Satoru wore brand-new blouses, held each other's hand tightly, and wandered wantonly in the mall.

Or go to buy some delicious food, you take a bite of each other, regardless of each other, or go to the vending machine, buy two bottles of bozi soda, lightly clink glasses in a playful way, and drink together, feeling the unique summer The coolness and sweetness of the day.

Even in the barber shop, Gojo Satoru waited patiently for Naoya's new hair color. Occasionally, the eyes of the two met in the mirror, looking at the familiar figure, There will also be a chuckle inexplicably and unconsciously, as if my heart is filled little by little, warm and comfortable, making people addicted to it without knowing it.

Even with the passage of time, the relaxing warmth that fills the atrium, as if soaking in a hot spring, has never been missed.

"Enlightenment," before leaving, Naoya glanced at the time, looking at Gojo Enlightenment with a head of newly-baked, golden hair that looked like the morning sun, and asked with a smile, "Have you thought about where to go next time?"

"I haven't thought about it yet," Gojo Satoru shrugged nonchalantly, until now, he is still holding Naoya's hand without letting go, "Well, anyway, for me, as long as I'm with you, go It's the same everywhere."

"Really?" Naoya raised his eyebrows, and let out a snort from his nasal cavity, noncommittal to Gojo Satoru's words.

He looked around, because of the previous location of the barber shop, they walked to the exit at the back of the mall, and there was almost no one at the moment, which reassured Naoya a little, and turned his eyes to Gojo Satoru's face again Holding the hands held together by the two, he gently exerted force to draw Gojo Satoru closer.

"What's wrong?" Gojo Satoru blinked, thinking that Naoya still had something to say.

But Naoya pursed his lips, his cheeks were reddish, he seemed to be hesitating, then he took a deep breath, closed his eyes under Gojo Satoru's unexpected gaze, stood on tiptoe, kept approaching, and moved his lips Slowly, it reached Gojo Satoru's slightly open mouth in surprise.