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

As for the result of the bet, it is self-evident.

It has to be said that Shier's miraculous physique, which is sure to lose every bet, can finally play some wonderful roles in unexpected places-so thought of Naoya who gave Shier the broom to clean the floor.

Even the smile on his face became much brighter, with a small expression of a successful plan, not to mention how proud he is.

Frowning and looking disgusted, he took the broom, and Shi Er still had an expression of disbelief on his brows, as if he couldn't believe that the horse race he had chosen with confidence could lose so easily, and he was second to last. "Good results.

"I'm willing to bet and admit defeat, don't try to play tricks." Looking at Shi Er who was sitting on the sofa for a long time and refused to move, as if doubting life, Naozai couldn't help laughing and urged a few words, with a little arrogance in his attitude.

"Tsk." Although he was very upset, he didn't say anything more, Shi Er took a brand new broom and walked towards the dusty storage room.

Originally, it was the place where Zhenwang needed to clean. Most of the supplies in the safe house were also there, but they were prepared too early and not used for a long time, so that cobwebs were forming there. If you don’t clean it, even if you want to get some Everyday things are bound to be choked with dust.

Now, this job naturally fell to Shi Er who lost the bet again, the more food the more addictive, probably that's what he said.

As Shier opened the storage room, in an instant, the hazy dust was like a diffuse mist. With the air flow when the wooden door was opened, the pollution invaded the living room, and the fine dust penetrated through the gap between the windows. The incoming morning sunlight converges and gathers, forming beams of light that circulate continuously.

Regardless of the dusty smell that has begun to spread in the air, and the slightly damp musty smell, the picture alone is quite beautiful.

"Wait, there's too much dust here, I'll sprinkle some water first." Seeing this, Naoya hurriedly stopped Shi'er, who didn't care about the raised dust, and was about to clean the storage room like this, and couldn't help complaining, " Aren't you afraid of choking your nose?"

"Would it be?" Shier asked back without noticing, propping up the broom, sniffing slightly from the side of his head twice, and finally looked at Naoya and shrugged, "I don't think so at all."

Seeing this, Naoya subconsciously compared the heights of the two, only to find that the dust raised was not enough to reach Shier's chest, but could completely submerge him.

Naoya: "..."

Naoya is completely silent about this world that constantly reminds him how imminent the matter of growing taller is, and he can't even take a deep breath to stay calm, unless he would rather be choked Musty dusty scum.

In the end, Naoya just took some water from the kitchen, dipped it on his fingertips, pointed it in the direction of the storage room, as if venting, flicked it vigorously over and over again, trying not to miss any hidden corner.

"Okay, it's ready now." Finally, after sweeping all the places in the storage room with water droplets, Naoya looked at the dust that had finally fallen, clapped his hands in satisfaction, and then turned to the sidelines, who was always happy. Shi Er, who was watching the play, ordered, "Then it's your job."

After finishing speaking, he left without looking back, but when he passed by Shi Er who was lazily holding on to the broom, he heard an obvious sneer.

Hmm... Naoya decided not to argue with him.

In fact, the cleaning work of the safe house is not in a hurry. After all, they will only stay for a week or so at most. However, since they may have little chance to come back after they leave, Naoya thinks it is better to try to clean up. .

The morning time passed slowly in the cleaning work of the three of them, whether it was the sound of rushing water when Mamoko was washing the dishes in the kitchen, or Naoya was going back and forth to wipe off the dust in the corner of the window sill. There was the sound of running and trampling footsteps, or Shire was in the storage room, sweeping the floor tiles from time to time, making a slightly gritty hissing sound from friction.

All kinds of sounds are intertwined and intertwined like fragments of musical scores, making all this seem extraordinarily ordinary and peaceful.

Naoya likes this kind of feeling very much, not because of some kind of goal that must be achieved, and does not have to consider those troublesome gains and losses, but simply working together for some simple things, although no one speaks, but Accompanied under the same roof, feeling each other's existence, this subtle feeling is really reassuring.

However, before Zhizai could enjoy this rare tranquility more, an untimely knock on the door woke him up abruptly, and he almost slipped the rag in his hand.

"Naoya Naoya—!"

Outside the door, an all-too-familiar calling sounded along with the rhythmic knock on the door, and the long, coquettish voice pierced through his eardrums, "Open the door—!"

Immediately afterwards, there was another burst of fast-paced knocking on the door, each knock seemed to hit Naoya's heart hard, one after another.

"Come on, don't knock!" Naoya raised his forehead and responded with a raised voice, trying to make the knocking sound stop, then sighed helplessly, he could only put down the rag in his hand, and dragged his reluctant body forward to open the door.

The wooden door slowly opened, revealing the scenery outside. In the shadow of the sun, as expected, Gojo Satoru was standing with a bright smile on his face. He was wearing a mint-colored hooded sweater, which made his face more white and tender, and his hair was smooth. His white hair, though standing in the shadows, still seemed to glow.

"Why are you here?" Naoya was a little helpless, and welcomed the person in, "Didn't I agree to let you wait for me in Tokyo?"

"I'm bored waiting. I don't have anything to do anyway, so I just wanted to come and have a look." Gojo Satoru said with a smile, and threw himself on Naoya, hooking his shoulders, looking like good brothers, "It's a good thing you're here, otherwise I'd be too I'm bored." After finishing speaking, he let out a long sigh.

"You're interesting. It's early in the morning, and you suddenly ping-pong-pong endlessly. Do you know that you are disturbing the people?" Naoya glanced at Gojo Satoru, and complained, shaking his shoulders, trying to hook up with someone indiscriminately The little paws shook down.

It's a pity that Gojo Satoru's hands are like the tentacles of an octopus. This kind of obstruction, which is not considered a hindrance, has little effect on him. By the way, he also glued the other hand to Naoya's shoulder, and followed the two of them. Entering the living room, almost the whole body is about to hang on Naoya.

"...Gojo Satoru," finally, feeling the pressure on his body getting heavier, Naoya stopped, with black lines all over his head, and one or two veins popping up on his forehead, he almost gritted his teeth, "Have you played enough?" , don't hurry up and get down for me, do you know how much you weigh now!"

I saw Gojo Satoru's whole body sticking to Naoya's body, even if he was reprimanded by Naoya, he was not ashamed, but proud, and stuck closer, and even felt a little bit dissatisfied, muttering, "You send me away. Let's go to the sofa, it's so tiring to teleport all the way here."

"..." If it wasn't for the fact that he has often carried weights to practice gymnastics these past few years, for such a big cat who has no sense of his own weight, his small body might really be crushed to the ground.

After all, he was too lazy to argue with Gojo Satoru about these trivial matters, Naoya sighed, and carried him all the way to the edge of the sofa with resentment, and then unceremoniously threw him out and fell on the sofa.

However, Gojo Satoru adapted well. Following Naoya's movements, he lay lazily on the sofa cushion, and used his growing body, which was constantly growing and growing, to occupy all the most comfortable and soft places. clean.

"Well—so comfortable!" Gojo Satoru rolled back and forth twice, not afraid of the possibility of slipping and overturning the car, and sighed with ease, "It's indeed the sofa I chose, it's awesome." Then he closed it He closed his eyes, looked at his posture, and was about to take a comfortable morning nap on the spot.

"...So what are you planning to do when you come here?" Naoya said speechlessly, seeing that the other party had already entered the left ear and exited the right ear, and he didn't seem to move an inch, so he could only follow the other party, "Forget it... really hope .”

Probably as expected, Zhen Wang, who was originally cleaning the kitchen, quickly responded, "Here we come, young master."

After the words fell, Zhenwang came out with a plate of cut seasonal fruits. He was not surprised to see Gojo Satoru lying on the sofa. After all, the noise just now was not so loud. The farmhouse was completely pierced inside and out, so right now she just stepped forward to bring out the fruit plate, and asked Naozai in a low voice, "Master, this is the fruit I just cut up. I originally wanted to say that you have worked hard on cleaning. Now that Master Gojo Satoru is here..."

"Okay, thank you, Makoto," Naoya smiled and took the slightly heavy fruit plate, and said nonchalantly, "Don't worry about that guy, he's just free." After speaking, he couldn't help sniffing the fruit in his hand melon.

In May, it is a good time to taste melons. Under the skin covered with dense nets, there is a slightly yellow flesh like emerald jade, with a fresh and sweet smell, as if just smelling it lightly, the aroma will fade It will turn into fine nectar along the throat, marinating the internal organs so sweetly.

"When I first bought it, it was still a little bluish and hard. I put it in the storage room for two days, and it's just right to eat it now." Seeing that Master Naozai unconsciously made a subtle swallowing movement, it really hurts. Wang pursed his lips and explained with a smile, "Speaking of which, I have to thank Mr. Shi Er for cleaning the storage room. I just remembered that I bought melons."

"That's it, let me tell you where this melon came from," Naoya nodded, and suddenly realized, "Oh, that's right, what about Shier, the storage room has been cleaned, why haven't I seen anyone else?"

"Hmm... Mr. Shi Er took a piece of melon and went out through the backyard door." Zhenwang hesitated for a moment, as if he was a little embarrassed, his eyes glanced in the direction of the sofa for no reason, and then immediately looked at After leaving somewhere else, his eyes wandered for a while, and he said slowly, "Mr. Shier said... well, he said he was allergic to white hair."

Naoya: "..."

As a result, before he had time to say anything, Gojo Satoru, who was supposed to be asleep behind him, immediately reacted like a radar, and became the first to lose his temper.

"Humph!!!"

I saw Gojo Gojo let out a loud sound from his nasal cavity, one could tell that he was very dissatisfied, not to mention that he pouted, and his originally relaxed body now occupied the entire sofa upright, as if the next In seconds, he can become like an arch bridge, and his whole body exudes a strong aura of 'I'm not happy, come and coax me'.

I almost forgot, these two people don't deal with each other.

Naoya knows that he should feel some headaches at this moment. After all, one is Shi Er who brought him out of the quagmire of the Zen monastery, and the other is Wujo Wu, who has accumulated three years of friendship. Whoever is biased is for the other party. Not fair, but...

Seeing that Gojo Satoru almost turned himself into an arched bridge—his head and feet occupying both ends of the sofa, with his waist arched high, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

The flexibility of this body is so good, he even sighed in his heart, and then he calmed down, thinking about how he should deal with it... Oh no, it was to coax this cat.

Should I seduce him with a melon, or give him a massage?

Naoya was admiring Gojo Satoru's wonderful performance, and thought about it casually.