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

When the car finally stopped slowly from the fast driving, what caught Naoya's eyes was a quaint farmhouse.

It was almost dusk at this time, and the orange sunset fell on the old wooden building, engraved with a layer of elegant gold, and the singing of birds returning to their nests sounded in the distant sky, and it was far away. Looking around, there was nothing around Modern high-rise buildings, at most a few small two-story bungalows with simple design, are typical of the Japanese countryside, clean and tidy, but cold and desolate, and there are not many people living there.

"Master, get out of the car, we will rest here tonight." Zhen Wang parked the car, turned the key and said.

"Huh? Oh..." Naoya stared at the scenery outside the car window, and after a long pause, he finally came to his senses, and answered absent-mindedly.

"...Master?" Hearing that something was wrong, Zhenwang was a little worried, put down his seat belt and turned to look at Naoya, with a little worry in his concern, "What's wrong? Is the pain of motion sickness still not relieved?"

Hearing this, Zhizai turned his head and looked over. Under the setting sun, the warm and soft sunlight covered Zhenwang with a thin layer of golden gauze, and a few strands of hair slipped down from his forehead, revealing a bit of casualness, golden Under the shadows is her unreserved concern.

He really left the monastery, together with Zhenwang and Shier, Naoya thought in a daze.

"It's nothing, I'm just..." After a moment of silence, Naoya lowered his eyes, and finally spoke slowly, with a choked hoarseness in his childish voice, "I just suddenly feel a little uncomfortable..."

Instead of leaving this world by way of death and further away from the Chanyuan, I took that step by myself and voluntarily left the Zenyuan mansion.

When the three-year plan was finally realized, Naoya thought he would be ecstatic, but maybe it was really because of motion sickness. Looking at the sunset that was approaching twilight, he felt a little complicated. So what if he left the monastery? I can't go back to the warm home of my previous life, and I can only meet my parents in my dreams. I miss the gradually blurred memories. The only thing I can remember forever is probably the mood and feeling of being cared for and warmed at that time.

"Master..." I don't know how many minutes and seconds passed, but it was Zhenwang who broke the silence first, and saw her lightly holding Naoya's hanging hands, with a soft and gentle voice, "I will always be with you, No matter when and what happens, as long as you want, I will be by your side."

"So, please don't show such a lonely expression. I hope that every day after you leave the monastery, you can live a relaxed and happy life, going smoothly and following your heart."

The most sincere blessings were sent to Naozai's ears along the evening breeze. He looked at Zhenwang, whose appearance was completely different from before, and said such familiar and comforting words. For some reason, he suddenly felt relieved. many.

"I really hope..."

All of a sudden, Naoya felt that he was quite ridiculous, let’s not talk about the inexplicable sadness here, let Zhenwang worry about him endlessly, if Shier saw this, maybe he would laugh at him again The spoiled young master's disease.

Obviously there are still people who need to be cherished.

"You're right, we finally left that crappy place, and it's too boring to cry." Naoya laughed, "Speaking of which, I'm hungry, do you have anything to eat tonight? "

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, his stomach made a light grunt in perfect fit.

Naoya: "..." This is too disappointing!Do you want to cooperate like this?

"Pfft," the overly humorous picture broke the heaviness of the point that had lingered between the two just now, Zhen Wang pursed his lips and frowned, and also responded with a light smile, "It's a bit late, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to prepare dinner now." It's too late, I plan to cook some instant dumplings, I wonder if the young master likes it?"

"...Okay, I can do it." Because of the oolong just now, Naoya still blushed slightly, covering his stomach and said, "Speaking of which, I have thought about it, after we leave the monastery, we will Going to Chinatown to eat authentic handmade dumplings, now it’s a small part of the realization?”

"Well, after I go to Tokyo and settle down, I will accompany you, young master." Zhen Wang nodded and solemnly replied.

After finishing speaking, Naoya looked at the direction from the car window again, stared into the distance, and murmured after a while, "I don't know when Shier will come back."

"I believe Mr. Shier will come here soon," Zhenwang comforted after hearing this, and thought for a while, "Master, why don't we prepare dinner first, so that Mr. Shier will not waste any more time when he arrives, what do you think? May I?"

After finishing speaking, he remembered Master Naozai's stomach growling just now, and couldn't help laughing, "But if you are hungry, Master, I also prepared some snacks inside, you can fill it up a little first."

"Alright," Naoya nodded, looking at the gradually sinking sunset, "Then let's go, it's getting late."

Hopeful, the two got out of the car and walked towards the quiet farmhouse together. The cobblestone pavement was used as a gravel road, and some traces of sparse moss could still be seen, spreading all the way to the stone steps in front of the farmhouse. Contact appearance.

However, when the heavy wooden door was pushed open, what rushed into Naoya's eyes was a clean, tidy, modern minimalist decoration design that was completely different from what he imagined, in stark contrast to the old and simple exterior. The difference was so big that he was even a little stunned for a while.

"Master, what's the matter, is there something wrong?"

Zhenwang asked puzzledly, walked into the door first, and turned on the lights. In an instant, the warm lights lit up the spacious living room. On the white and soft round pillow that is as white as cotton candy, and on the table is the pot of Zhehelan that Naozai is very familiar with. Everything is so simple but warm.

"...It's nothing, I just didn't expect the decoration inside to be so good." Naoya looked left and right, and was a little surprised by the contrast between inside and outside, and couldn't help asking, "These designs are originally like this ?"

"Hmm...half and half," Zhen Wang paused, hesitating, "Because this is only used as a safe house, the interior decoration has not been changed much, but the furniture... ..”

"What's wrong with the furniture, isn't it already there?"

Naoya walked into the room and said strangely. First, he gently wiped the tip of the bluegrass leaf with his fingertips, and when he got a slight response, he pursed his lips and smiled, and then picked up one of the pillows on the sofa and moved it twice. Seems like it feels great, he couldn't resist burying his face in it for a moment and sniffed it closely, um, it also has a fresh smell of grapefruit detergent, it seems that Zhenwang has already cleaned it in advance.

Suddenly, a light click sounded in his ears, Naoya was taken aback, and raised his head vigilantly, only to see that Mamoko was holding a small red camera seriously, with a white '' on the edge of the lens. Bene' in English, facing him directly, even after being discovered, he did not dodge anything, but replied, "As for the furniture, it was arranged by Master Gojo Satoru. He said that the previous furniture was too old-fashioned. You must not like."

Then he continued to roll up the camera very calmly, and then pressed the shutter, and there was another click.

Naoya: "..."

Naoya: "Mamochi, what are you doing?"

"Young master, please don't worry about it. You can continue to bury the pillow and leave me alone. I just want to record a little bit of our daily life after we left the monastery as a souvenir." Zhenwang smiled, and then there was another click, and finally put it down Picking up the film camera in his hand, there was some emotion in his tone, "The young master looked very cute just now, and the photo must have a good effect after being developed."

"Wash, wash it out?!" For a while, Naoya couldn't keep up with his concern about the furniture and where the camera came from. He was so nervous that he stuttered and asked, with a little enthusiasm on his face. He waved his hand and refused, "No need, the way I was just now..."

"Well... If the young master doesn't like it, I will cut off the finished film." Even though he said so, he saw that Zhenwang's face showed a bit of disappointment.

Seeing this, Naozai's heart softened unavoidably, and he hesitated, "Then...it doesn't matter, since all the shots are taken, then..."

"Okay, thank you, young master. After the photos are developed, I will keep them in a photo album!" Before Naoya could finish speaking, Zhen Wang's expression changed immediately, and he smiled happily.

Naoya: "..."

For some reason, seeing Zhenwang's appearance, the feeling of weightlessness that remained in the corner of his heart before, as if his body had not landed on the ground, disappeared completely in an instant, and was replaced by some jokes in front of him. The picture of Coke, and a Zhenwang that is almost completely different from the one in the Zen garden in the past.

Not only the change of clothing, but also the difference from the inside out. The body and mind completely broke free from the shackles of those decadent injustices. With a slightly sly smile on his face, he stood briskly in front of him.

"Forget it, anyway, it's the first day of leaving the monastery, so it's good to keep a souvenir." Naoya shook his head, and finally smiled helplessly. Show him, "Speaking of which, where did you get this camera? I haven't heard you mention it before."

"As for the camera, Master Gojo Wu lent me." Zhen Wang handed over the camera, and faced Master Naoya's question, he betrayed his teammates without hesitation, and shook off the 'blame', "It was Master Wujo Wu that first privately Li suggested to me that after we leave the monastery, while you are still young, young master, we can use a camera to record our daily life."

"...Oh, it turned out to be him." After hearing what Mamochi said, Naoya fiddled with the camera in his hand expressionlessly, his eyes darkened, "When we arrived in Tokyo——"

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At this time, a nine-year-old white-haired cat sneezed violently in the Gojo house in Tokyo.

"Huh? Why did you sneeze suddenly... Could it be that Naoya missed me?" Gojo Satoru muttered to himself, then grinned, "It must be so!"

Uh... still very unconscious.

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After returning the camera to Mamochi and packing it up, Naoya and her began to prepare for today's dinner.It is said that they are prepared together, but in fact, Naoya only needs to prepare a dipping sauce plate. It is really Wang who is really responsible for cooking with hot fire.

Although the kitchen is brand new, it looks like it hasn't been used a few times, but fortunately, there are basically the same seasonings and seasonings. Naoya added soy sauce and a little white vinegar to the three small plates one by one. When the mustard was served, he First put a little bit of flavor for myself, and then asked, "Zhen Wang, do you want mustard for dipping sauce?"

At this time, Zhen Wang was concentrating on using his chopsticks to cooperate with the slight shaking of the frying pan, gently serving the fried dumplings neatly placed in the pan, while the high pot on the stove on the other side was boiling water in small and medium s It will be used as a backup when cooking dumplings later.

"Thank you, young master, I just want some mustard." Zhen Wang was a little distracted, and then added some chopped green onions to the pot, and the delicious smell of fried dumplings with the smell of oily green onions instantly permeated the entire kitchen. There is a sound, which indicates that the delicious food is about to be baked, "My side is almost ready."

"Okay, I'll prepare the bowls and chopsticks as soon as I'm done here." Naoya replied, after adding a little mustard to Mamoko's sauce dish, only Shier's portion was left.

Although there is no shadow of others yet.

Thinking of this, Naoya couldn't help but feel that he was on the verge of fear for a moment. After holding back for a while, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he added a big lump of mustard to Shier's sauce dish, and then vigorously smashed it with chopsticks. Melt away.

The brown-black color of soy sauce was even lightened by a degree.

However, just when he was satisfied with his results and brought them to the dining table in the living room together with the bowls and chopsticks, the wooden door of the porch was suddenly opened, and Shi Er walked in step by step from the already dusk night outside the door, standing Under the warm light in the entrance, the soft light sprinkled from the top of his head, sending him a faint gold border.

"Yo," seeing Naoya, Shi Er casually greeted him, but the corners of his mouth seemed to be a bit relaxed, and asked, "Is dinner ready?"