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

At Shier's house, Riho and Mamochi were busy back and forth in the kitchen together, and Shir was in charge of helping. Seeing this situation, Naoya wanted to come forward to help, but the three of them stopped them all on the grounds of their health. Even more unceremoniously, he was carried out of the kitchen directly, and he was lifted to the sofa all the way, before letting him sit down.

"You just stay here for me, don't make trouble," Shi'er crossed his arms, with a hint of warning in his eyes, then turned his head to look at Xiaohui, raised his chin, and signaled, "Look out Your uncle, don't let him near the kitchen, understand?"

"Understood." Xiaohui nodded earnestly when she heard the words, and sat down next to Naoya in twos and twos, her two small arms hugged Naoya's arm tightly, her thin chest was slightly raised, and she looked like a little adult. With a serious face, he promised, "I will definitely take care of my uncle."

"...Does it need to be so exaggerated."

Naoya looked helplessly at the big and small beside him, especially when he saw Xiaohui's eyes as bright as emeralds, which were shining with pure brilliance, when she looked at him without blinking, she sighed. The minority obeyed the majority, raised their hands in resignation, and surrendered with some amusement, "I know, I know, I'll stay here obediently, and wait for dinner with Xiaohui, so it's okay for the head office."

Hearing this, Shi Er snorted in satisfaction, rubbed Naoya's newly dyed hair with his left hand twice, turned around and went back to the kitchen, before going back, he still waved his hand with his back to Naoya, faintly He said, "The newly dyed color is good." At the end of the voice, there seemed to be some faint smile mixed in.

Naturally, Shi Er wouldn't tell Naoya, the moment he opened the door and saw the other party's brand-new hair color, against the backdrop of the brighter sunlight behind him as it approached the afternoon, Shi Er was in a trance for a short moment. Back in the monastery, the scene when Naoya approached him for the first time and talked to him.

Naoya's young figure at that time gradually overlapped with the present, just like Naoya's hair color now, golden hair, only the tail of the hair still retains a little bit of black from before.

However, no matter what color it turns into, this brat still likes to 'cause trouble' to others in essence, as Shi Er thought in his heart, but the corners of his mouth curled up quite happily.

On the other side, Zhizai, who didn't expect Shier to say a good word to him, scratched his head uncomfortably for a while, and after seeing Shier's back completely entered the kitchen, he curled his lips and muttered in a low voice: , "It doesn't take you to say..."

It's just that, although the person who said the words seemed to have a somewhat disgusting meaning, but after he finished speaking, his brows and eyes seemed to be infected by the faint smile in Shier's words. Bright brilliance.

The young Xiaohui beside him didn't know what was going on in Naoya's mind. He first looked up at the clock on the wall, then got up, trotted all the way to the study at home with his calves, and after a while, hugged another Book returned to Naoya, looked up at Naoya, pursed his lips and asked, "Uncle, can you read a story to me?"

After finishing speaking, Xiaohui only held Naoya by the corner of his clothes, and looked at Naoya quietly, her eyes filled with star-like expectations—this was Xiaohui's favorite entertainment during the recuperation period with Naoya, and every time she heard Naoya's vivid voice When reading those wonderful stories one by one, Xiaohui only felt that all her attention would be completely attracted by her uncle, and she was unknowingly addicted to it.

Later, when Xiaohui returned home, although Riho would also read bedtime stories to him, he also liked it very much, but he still missed the way Naoya held him tenderly in his arms and read stories to him.

Therefore, when she learned that Naoya was going to be a guest at home, Xiao Hui, who was extremely happy, prepared the picture book of the story she wanted to hear early, and put it neatly on the small table in the study.

"Of course." Naoya smiled and passed through Xiaohui's armpits on both sides, hugged him in his arms, took the picture book from Xiaohui's little hand, flipped through it for a while, nodded and said, "Let me see... ...is it a story about a magic ring?"

"Yeah!" Xiaohui sat obediently in Naoya's arms, put her hands on her lap, looked up at Naoya without urging, except for the bright light in her eyes, the corners of her eyes and the brows on her face were very mature The ground didn't show much excitement, but the little feet dangling in the air swayed back and forth uncontrollably, revealing its owner's true mood at the moment.

Naoya naturally also noticed Xiao Hui's calves swinging around like a swing, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, secretly amused, "Well, before dinner starts, let's take a look at what this story is about. alright."

"Okay." Xiaohui bent her eyebrows and responded softly, then leaned gently in Naoya's arms, waiting for the story to begin earnestly.

Seeing this, Naoya rubbed the hair on the top of Xiaohui's head with a broken smile, picked up the picture book, followed the words on it, and gently opened his lips and teeth, and gently read the long-awaited story for Xiaohui.

But for some reason, halfway through the story, when Xiaohui was listening intently, Naoya’s voice behind him inexplicably became softer until it disappeared completely. A little absent-minded, his eyes drifted away, as if he was thinking about something.

"Uncle?" Seeing this, Xiaohui didn't quite understand, but she still frowned worriedly, grabbed the corner of Naoya's clothes with her small hand, pulled it lightly twice, and asked a little nervously, "What's wrong with you, is it?" Are you tired?"

"...Ah?" Awakened by Xiaohui's voice, Naoya came back from the daze, thought of what he was doing, pursed his lips, lowered his eyes to look at Xiaohui, and said apologetically, "Sorry, Xiaohui, my uncle was distracted just now, don't worry, huh?"

"Oh...Okay," Xiaohui blinked, looked at Naoya's eyebrows carefully, and nodded slightly until she confirmed that there was nothing wrong with Naoya's face, but still Seriously added, "Then, uncle, if you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me."

"Okay, uncle understands," Naoya pinched Xiaohui's nose amusedly, and asked warmly, "Shall we continue listening to the story?"

Hearing this, Xiaohui nodded obediently, and leaned back into Naoya's arms.

However, this time, although Naoya still read the story on his mouth, it was just his mind, but he still couldn't control it and went further away. As for the reason, it was only because of the short two words that appeared in the picture book story - ring.

Probably because of the little bit of unwillingness to admit defeat in his personality. After Wujo Wujo first expressed his intentions to him, Naoya always thought that at least he should be one step ahead of Wujo Wujo in other places, and "compared" people It would work, especially after he had figured it out thoroughly, took the initiative to kiss Gojo Satoru, and saw the surprised expression on the other side's face, this idea became stronger and firmer in his heart.

However, after the two of them connected with each other, how could he catch up one step further?Naoya couldn't help thinking with some distress that he couldn't be asked to be in that kind of...

etc!Naoya hastily interrupted his wild thoughts, and sealed the thought under the line, so as to prevent the thoughts in his heart from completely crooked to the point of being out of control.

At least...he would never take the initiative to bring up this idea before both of them were adults, Naoya pursed his lips tightly, thinking a little blushingly, even if he was old enough mentally!

It wasn't until seeing the word 'ring' in the picture book that Xiao Hui took out, that the locked door in Naoya's heart was finally opened by the key, and his eyes lit up.

That's right, he can definitely give a ring!

It's just that if this is the case, what kind of ring to choose is a difficult problem, Naoya thought, not to mention that he doesn't know much about this aspect, it seems that he has to find time to find a special jewelry store to ask.

And the most important point: how to measure the ring on the other party's finger without arousing Gojo Satoru's suspicion.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this idea was feasible, his face flushed slightly, and his heart was filled with indescribable excitement and joy.

It was as if he had witnessed Gojo Satoru's stunned expression after seeing the ring in his hand, so that a strong sense of excitement surged from the bottom of his heart, rushing straight to his brain, as if he had been injected with adrenaline, clamoring to let He hurried to the nearest jewelry store right now, and asked carefully about everything he needed to know about wearing a ring.

Until the three of Zhenwang put the food on the table one by one, called him and Xiaohui over, and officially started today's dinner, the excitement in Naoya's heart was still like boiling water, with bubbles bubbling non-stop, steaming heat With the long spout of the kettle, it blows a cheerful whistle.

So much so that Naoya didn't even notice the faint and subtle expression on the faces of Zhenwang and Shier who were sitting across from each other.

"Huh?" After glancing at the dazzling array of dishes on the table, Naoya's eyes finally fixed on the dish closest to him, paused, pointed at this dish and looked at Mamochi, couldn't help but feel a little strange asked, "Is this... dumplings?"

"Yes, master," Zhen Wang replied, smiling, "It's your favorite pork shepherd's purse dumpling, I made it with Sister Risui, and Mr. Shi'er was responsible for chopping the stuffing inside. "

"Is that so..."

Hearing this, Naoya lowered his head and looked at the well-defined rice in the bowl in front of him, and then at the plate of moist and plump dumplings, thinking to himself, what a familiar combination of carbohydrates and carbohydrates, I still couldn't hold back for a while, laughing After making a sound, facing Shang Zhenwang's puzzled look, he quickly waved his hands and said, "It's nothing, I'm just so happy, thank you."

After speaking, Naoya paused, and then asked curiously, "There are already so many dishes, why did you suddenly think of making dumplings?"

"This...is the 'at that time' young master, you mentioned the word 'dumpling' in your dream..." Zhenwang lowered her eyes so that people could not see her expression clearly, but very Soon she raised her head again, with the gentle smile that Naoya was familiar with still on her face, and said softly, "So, after that, I thought, after your body recovers, young master, I must do it for you again. A meal of dumplings."

"Zhenwang..." Naoya's heart was touched, a faint soreness appeared in his eye sockets unconsciously, his lips parted, and when he was about to say something, he saw Zhenwang's expression on the opposite side suddenly change.

"If the young master likes it..." Zhenwang said suddenly, his tone was inexplicably changed from before, and at the same time, Shier on the side stretched his muscular arms On the table, in line with Mamoko's words, he squinted his eyes and leaned slightly towards Naoya's direction. The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, almost surrounded Naoya on the dining table together.

Naoya was stunned for a moment, not knowing why, but gradually there was an inexplicable tension in his heart.

"As a small exchange, I wonder if you can tell us, young master," Zhenwang asked in a warmer voice, without changing his expression, picked up a dumpling and slowly put it into Naozai's bowl, "This morning, Did you go to the shopping mall alone, or did you have someone to accompany you?"

Riho on the side hugged Xiaohui in his arms, and vainly covered Xiaohui's puzzled eyebrows and eyes. Seeing Naoya looking over, he shook his head at him and smiled helplessly, showing a helpless expression on his face .

Naoya: "..."

Swallowing his saliva, inexplicably, facing this situation, Naoya suddenly thought of a certain ancient prose that he had learned in his previous life, and the name of that prose could not be more suitable here.

Hongmen Banquet.

On the other side of the distance, a certain white-haired cat naturally doesn't know what happened to Naoya here. Right now, he is showing off the brand-new blouse on his face proudly and excitedly, sparing no effort to tell himself The two classmates in the school showed off his "record" and the fruitful "harvest" today.