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

Generally speaking, the most time-saving, labor-saving and money-saving way to go from Tokyo to Kyoto should be to take the Shinkansen.

Gojo Satoru thought well, left a [letter], took advantage of the gap between the guards on duty, dismissed the valet who took care of him, slipped out of the Gojo mansion without anyone noticing, and came to the In front of the station.

As long as he passes the ticket gate, he can smoothly sit on the comfortable soft seat of the Shinkansen, enjoy the rare leisure time while watching the scenery, and reach Kyoto with ease.

However, God Son, who has been in a high position for a long time since he was born, has been served and arranged everywhere, and has not yet walked through the dust of the world, was stopped in front of the ticket gate.

Six years old is an embarrassing age, which means that the discount for children under six years old to enter the station for free and take the Shinkansen will leave you forever, and you can only pay for the ticket honestly.

In particular, Gojo Satoru is still developing well. The Gojo family has put all their efforts in raising and caring for him, making him taller than his peers. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a child of eight or nine years old. Adults can't even sneak in.

Therefore, if Gojo Satoru wants to take the Shinkansen, he has to pay for a ticket.

It's a pity that there is always someone else who arranges everything for him, so he doesn't know the reason to carry banknotes with him when he goes out.

After finally coming out, I haven't had time to see anything interesting, is it possible that I have to be forced to go back now?Wouldn't that be too bad.

Gojo Satoru frowned, his bright blue eyes were stained with a little bit of entanglement and unhappiness, but they were much more vivid than his usual sapphire-like inorganic eyes without any emotional changes at all.

It would be great if he could teleport, Wujo Wu thought to himself, he had a feeling that sooner or later he would be able to ignore all the long journeys, and with a snap of his fingers, he would be able to reach any place he wanted to go.

However, such long-distance teleportation is not something he can easily do now.

It's useless to just stand here and worry about it, the most important thing is to find a solution quickly. Wujou looks around, and the six eyes that have not yet been developed to the extreme are constantly searching for all kinds of information around. Everything is in his eyes now.

Soon, Six Eyes found a gap in it for him.

He hooked the corners of his mouth, and walked towards the corner that was not easy to be noticed by others. How could pedestrians passing by in a hurry pay attention to the whereabouts of a strange child.

However, when the Shinkansen to Kyoto slowly entered the platform, I saw that Gojo Satoru had already disappeared in the bustling crowd waiting in line.

Right now, it’s a small peak time near noon, and the platform is crowded with people taking the Shinkansen. He is wearing a sweater that looks ordinary and ordinary, and he hides his hair color with the help of a hood. It looked like an ordinary child, and because of his height, he could hardly be seen among the crowd.

After boarding the Shinkansen, Gojo Satoru went to the bathroom very naturally.

With the passenger flow at this point in time, there is basically no free space in the car for him to enjoy, and it is to avoid the inspection of the flight attendants, so he can only temporarily succumb to the toilet in the bathroom.

The bathroom inside the Shinkansen is cleaned regularly, and the ventilation fan is always on. There is also a solid lemon-flavored air freshener in the corner. The interior decoration is based on white and light brown, simple and bright. Although there are no windows, it does not let People feel oppressed and cramped... However, even if all these advantages are added together, it cannot change the fact that this is a toilet.

Gojo Satoru squatted on the toilet, the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he became. If it wasn't for Zenyuan Naozai, he wouldn't have to suffer this kind of punishment. He hid here carefully, so boring.

"Tsk, I'm so annoying..." Without the control of outsiders and the family, in this small cubicle, the young Shenzi gradually revealed his true colors, and no longer suppressed himself like a family. His temperament, those reckless behaviors hidden in his bones are like sprouting young leaves, taking a short opportunity to enjoy the free air outside.

Although this freedom is only temporary, it is also very... er, narrow.

How would he pass the two or three long hours in between?You can't just sit here and do nothing all the time, Gojo Satoru pouted slightly, thinking a little boringly.

However, just ten or so minutes later, Gojo Satoru couldn't take it any longer. Boredom was the only feeling in his heart at the moment, and he couldn't even move at will.

"Boring boring boring boring..."

"Why is it so slow? Didn't everyone say that the Shinkansen is super fast? Why can't it be..."

The freshness of the idea of ​​going out alone to take the Shinkansen was finally exhausted at this moment, and he leaned back on the toilet weakly, only feeling aggrieved by being locked in the small bathroom, he couldn't help sighing again, silently He murmured, "I hope you don't let me down, Chanyuan..."

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And in the Zen garden in Kyoto, Naoya, who was eating snacks leisurely, sneezed inexplicably at this moment, but luckily held it back in time, so that he didn't spit out the snack residue from his mouth.

It's just that his eyes were red because of this, and he looked a little pitiful.

"Master, do you have a cold?" Zhenwang asked at the right time, and quickly took out a tissue and handed it to the other party.

Naoya swallowed what was in his mouth, took the tissue and blew his nose vigorously, and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't know, maybe because of the weather, I've caught a little cold, it's okay."

After several days of recuperation, Naoya's injury has healed a lot. At least there will be no pain in the ribs and weakness after walking a few steps, and his appetite for food is much better than the previous few days. The foundation of physical training is accumulated, the physical fitness is already good, and he is in the most energetic childhood, so his resilience is quite good.

"It's just that I always feel that something will happen in my heart, I don't understand." Naoya complained, and took a sip of the hot barley tea.

Generally speaking, the Japanese habit is to drink cold water, regardless of spring, summer and autumn, but because of the influence of his parents in his previous life, Naoya always likes to drink a few cups of hot water or hot tea for himself this winter. , He also specifically asked Zhenwang to buy some goji berries for him, which were specially used to make water for drinking.

Of course, he also tried his best to recommend the benefits of soaking goji berries in water to Shi Er and Zhen Wang, but he never thought about it, and was rejected unanimously by the two of them.

Both of them said that they were not used to the strange and indescribable taste, and Zhenwang was okay, but politely declined Naoya's kindness, and said that the young master can enjoy it by himself, and if it is not enough, she will make up for the young master.

It can be said to be very caring.

However, Shi Er was very rude, and finally took a sip with difficulty under Naoya's expectant eyes, but after drinking it for less than a second, he immediately vomited it out, frowning and disgusted, "What the hell is this?" , you want to poison me?"

Seeing Shi Erlian drank a few mouthfuls of cold white water, gargling and rinsing his mouth endlessly, with an exaggerated appearance as if he wanted to wash his tongue thoroughly, Naozai couldn't help but doubt himself, is it so bad to drink?Obviously, it just brings a faint sweetness.

Thinking of this, he silently drank a few more sips, smashed his mouth to taste carefully, the slight aftertaste of the wolfberry lingering in his mouth, lightly biting the soaked wolfberry, as if the juicy berries exploded in his mouth, the same With light sweetness.

Obviously it's delicious!

"What happened... But since those subordinates of Zenyuan Fan were dealt with, they have been very quiet recently." Zhenwang replied, suddenly remembered something, and whispered in Naozai's ear, "That's right Young master, I heard from people outside that your father... the head of the family will be back the day after tomorrow at the latest."

"Well, it may be my illusion. I have been idle for too long recently, and people have become a little dull." Naoya waved his hand casually, a little indifferently said, "I will come back when I come back, anyway, it has nothing to do with me."

"But it is said that the head of the family will bring a woman back from the side branch this time..." Zhenwang said with a little hesitation, looking at Naoya with a little worry in his eyes unconsciously.

Naoya paused slightly after hearing this, and after a while, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, his tone revealing a bit of unexplained happiness, "Really, it would be great if it was true, and it would be best if he could give up on me completely." This son-in-law, work harder and give birth to a new one."

Zhenwang wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it. Although Naoya's expression seemed to be smiling, it didn't reach his eyes, only a piece of cold indifference.

"Don't look at me like that, Mamoko, I'm telling the truth," Naoya couldn't help comforting him a little funny when he came back to his senses, seeing Mamoko's expression becoming more and more worried, "Actually, this is almost what I expected, After all, it's only been a few years since my father took the position of Patriarch, and the old guys in the clan are still staring at him."

"Right now, my son-in-law has become a 'trash' under the eyes of everyone. Those old guys have probably threatened him with this. Although it is impossible to be bold enough to covet the position of Patriarch like my uncle, but borrow It is still possible to divide powers and seize profits, or to ask for some positions for those under him, and to put in a few people."

Naoya was lazily leaning on the kotatsu, and had been training with Shier for a long time. It seemed that even he himself had acquired a little bit of the other's lazy and casual temperament, but in his mouth, he still analyzed and revealed various things in a calm and very calm manner. Possible situation.

"In the final analysis, the monastery is just so disgusting."

In the end, Naoya ended with a vent like a rant, even though he had repeated this sentence many times.

Similarly, the coldness in his eyes was not because of what the Zhipi people had done, but because of his deep boredom and indelible hatred for this old and decaying mansion.

"Okay, don't talk so much, the more you talk, the more upset you get."

After being silent for a while, Naoya took a deep breath, clapped his hands together, put on a much more cheerful expression, and smiled at Zhen Wang, "Speaking of which, I haven't seen anyone else all day today. .”

Knowing that the topic just now was temporarily covered, Zhenwang sighed in his heart, but his face showed no emotion, and he only responded softly, "Mr. Shier told me before leaving yesterday that you have almost recovered, young master. I won't be here today."

In fact, the original words were that he had been bored with Naoya for so many days, it was time for him to go out and have some fun by himself.

"Really?" Naoya raised his eyebrows, obviously very aware of Shier's temper, and smiled nonchalantly, "Forget it, he can go wherever he likes, it just so happens that no one will grab my dinner today."

"Yes." Hearing the words, Zhen Wang couldn't help but smile and replied, and the tragic scene of Nao Zai Shao fighting for the last bite of food with Mr. Shi Er emerged in his mind.

Well, this is probably the so-called cat snatching food?

Here, the master and the servant are enjoying themselves happily, while Gojo Satoru, who has finally arrived in Kyoto after going through untold hardships and more than two hours of lonely torment, is standing in front of the station exit, messed up in the wind.

He looked at the bustling crowd, and in the wide field of vision of his six eyes, all he could see were unfamiliar streets and places, and even the accents of the people around him were a bit unfamiliar.

"The Chanyuan...how did you get here?" Gojo Wu was stunned, and forgave him, the last time he came here, he didn't remember the way at all.

After all, as the Son of God, how could he need to remember the way.