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

Generally speaking, the best viewing season for cherry blossoms is generally between March and April, which is further north in Hokkaido, where the climate is relatively cooler. The season of cherry blossoms will be dragged until after May.

The best time for viewing cherry blossoms in Tokyo is usually around mid-April, and because the flowering period of cherry blossoms is short, most of them are less than a week. , The TV station will broadcast a special broadcast to remind the public that it is time to enjoy the cherry blossoms.

However, at such a time, Naoya's physical condition is not good.

I don’t know if it’s because of the sudden change in temperature due to the change of seasons. Since January, Naoya has always been prone to coughing and coughing from time to time. , or directly catch a cold, the nasal cavity is tightly blocked, even if the tip of the nose is red by blowing with a tissue, there is not much relief.

Makoto has been worrying about this for a long time, although it is just some seemingly minor ailments, children of the same age as Naoya are still prone to some minor ailments like wind-cold when it comes to this season.

But like Naoya, who has been on and off for several months and still hasn’t recovered, it is indeed a rare case that the disease is prone to relapse even after taking medicine, not to mention that Naoya’s body has the experience of exercising with Shier. When the seasons change, at most it's just a sneeze, but right now...

Therefore, even though Naoya didn't take his little problem seriously, he still went to the hospital for a comprehensive examination at the request of Zhenwang, but the final result was similar to what he expected. But it's just a normal seasonal flu.

I prescribed medicine, took it on time when I went home, put on more clothes, and kept warm, and I will recover in a short time——the doctor told me so.

"So, young master, please be sure to wear your scarf and mask."

The plush scarf that Riho gave to Naoya soon came in handy. After leaving the hospital, Zhenwang had a tough attitude and wrapped the scarf tighter for the other party. As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to touch Naoya's forehead, and as expected, she felt a little hot, "Your low fever keeps coming and going, and it never gets better."

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Apart from being a little dizzy, I'm actually feeling fine." Because of the mask and the blocked nasal cavity, Naoya always speaks with a softness that seems to be absent. The little face was buried deeply in the fluffy scarf, as if coquettishly, "Maybe it's because you've been bored at home for a long time, why don't you go out and get some fresh air?"

"...Young master, please don't talk nonsense." Seeing his young master's pitiful appearance with flushed face and watery eyes, Zhen Wang was cruel and heartless, and reluctantly refused, "You must rest at home That's fine, you forgot that last month, you said the same thing, you went out and blew the cold wind, and you got a high fever that night?"

"It all happened last month, I really hope you don't mention it," Naoya waved his hand and muttered, "And it's April now, and it's been sunny for several days in a row, so going out to play now is definitely not a bad idea." Something will happen."

"Besides, I feel that my illness is almost healed." Naoya raised his arm, posing a strongman's movement, and said loudly, "Recently, I feel that my strength has recovered a lot, no As weak as last month."

Hearing this, Zhenwang pursed his lips and did not speak.

Indeed, as Naoya said, recently his mental head has obviously recovered a lot compared to the previous two months, and even his pale face has regained a lot of rosy luster, it is no longer like before, just like a white paper .

It’s no wonder that Zhizai couldn’t wait to go out to let the wind go. In the past two months, in order to let him have a good rest, not only frowned, but also stopped arranging him for regular physical training, and let him lie down obediently. On the bed, even with his master and Hiroki, asking him to stay at home, learning about sculpture, or taking over the translation business order, all of these are temporarily forgotten.

The boring Naoya can only pass the time at home with novels. By the way, Hiroki’s father, Uncle Zhongbin, really got him a signed version of "The Baron of the Night" by Yusaku Kudo after the New Year, and it was finally for him. The boring and boring recuperation time brought a little something to be happy about.

The other is Wujo Wu.

Considering that Gojo Satoru just took the position of Patriarch, Naoya was distracted in order not to let the other party worry about him, and Naoya tried his best to hide his real situation from him. It's not too late to let the other party finish his duties as the Patriarch first, and then slowly come to visit him.

After becoming the head of the family, in order to enhance his prestige and maximize the development of the spell and six eyes, Gojo Satoru, who was sent by the family many times to deal with high-level spell spirits, was indeed a little busy during this period of time. But this doesn't mean that he really doesn't have any time, nor can he see the excuses and deliberate refusals in Naoya's words.

Therefore, when Naoya saw Gojo Satoru appearing in his room without warning, it became a matter of course. Coincidentally, on the day Gojo Satoru came to visit, it was Naoya who was blown by a cold wind, and his condition was the most serious when.

"Why didn't you tell me!" Gojo Satoru complained in disbelief, even so, when he saw Naoya with an almost weak face, he suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, sat on the side of his bed, and Naoya covered the quilt and said in a low voice, "Is it because I don't come that you plan to keep it from me?"

"You just became the head of the family, cough, I don't want you to be distracted," Naoya smiled, with a sickly flush on his face, his breath was slightly vain, sometimes thick and sometimes shallow, from the quilt that Gojo Satoru had covered for him, Slowly stretched out her small hand, covered the back of the opponent's hand, and comforted, "And I'm just a little bit more serious today, and there was nothing big, ahem, big before."

As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, he was stared quietly for a long time by Gojo Goto's big clear blue eyes that looked like broken glass, completely revealing a look of 'you can believe it or not'.

Naoya: "..." It seems that I can't be fooled.

For a while, the two were silent.

"...I don't want to do what you want to do to destroy the Patriarch." In the end, it was Gojo Satoru who broke the silence first, and fell down beside Naoya, but was careful not to press down on him, and buried his head in the quilt, Seemingly wanting to use this to absorb some of Naoya's warmth, he muttered in a muffled voice, "I'm in trouble."

Naoya couldn't help laughing a little, raised his hand to touch Wutiaowu's fluffy but somewhat prickly white hair, and said softly, "Speaking of which, there is something I forgot to tell you all the time, do you want to listen?"

Gojo Gojo paused for a moment, didn't raise his head, and only snorted out of his nasal cavity, which was regarded as a response.

As if it was a signal that the other party wanted to listen to, Naoya continued, "During the New Year's Eve, I made an appointment with Zhenwang and the others. We will go to see the cherry blossoms together in March and April this year. How about it? Do you want to go?"

"Really?" This was Gojo Satoru who still buried his face in a muffled voice.

"Of course, why would I lie to you." Naoya teased with some amusement, "But you, can you squeeze out a day in advance then, Patriarch?"

Gojo Satoru naturally agreed.

Before leaving, he repeatedly told Zhizai that he must take good care of his illness, and remember to send him text messages from time to time to report on his recovery.

No way, in order to make people feel relieved to leave, Naoya had no choice but to agree

Therefore, Naoya, who had agreed to Gojo Satoru, was also a little bit suffocated, and naturally he didn't want to miss this cherry blossom viewing event that had been agreed in advance.

Zhenwang also naturally knows this.

She looked at Master Naoya, who was full of energy, and wanted to prove to her that his body had almost recovered to a healthy level, but somewhere in her heart, there was always a little worry, as if tied to a thread that might break at any time. He wanted to remind her something, but he couldn't say it outright, so he could only warn her in this way, asking her...to protect the young master.

Even though Zhenwang himself didn't know exactly what this inexplicable, sixth-sense intuition was and where it came from.

She even faintly regretted why she had to mention to the young master about inviting everyone to watch the cherry blossoms together on New Year's Eve.

"...Master," in the end, Zhenwang still couldn't match his own master's request, so he had to sigh helplessly, "Then you promise, you must pay attention to your body when the time comes, and don't worry if you feel uncomfortable. Tell me in time, and if there is a strong wind or rain that day, we can't go out, is that okay?"

"Okay, no problem!" As if he was afraid that Zhenwang would regret it, Naoya responded immediately, and smiled with his eyebrows bent, "Zhenwang is the best for you."

Looking at Naoya's smiling face, Makoto also raised the corner of his mouth and responded with a smile, but the faint worry in his heart became more and more difficult to ignore.

I hope this time will be the same as before, it's all due to her overthinking, Zhenwang thought to himself, trying to calm down the anxiety that seemed to come out of nowhere in his heart.

Because the best cherry blossom viewing time reported by the TV station is from Sunday of this week, and it is only three days away from now, so after leaving the hospital, Naoya and Mamoko went to the department store again , I bought waterproof flannelettes for picnics, and a generous lunch box. As for snacks and desserts, they have already bought a lot for the New Year to stock up on New Year’s goods, so they are not going to buy more this time up.

However, after returning to the apartment, when he found out that Naoya still had the idea of ​​going to enjoy the cherry blossoms, looking at the newly bought picnic equipment in his hands, Shi Er immediately frowned.

In the past two months, even though Shier didn't say anything, never showed a gentle look to Naoya, and sometimes even put on a colder face than usual, but to put it bluntly, he was just as worried as Mamochi Naoya's body, after all, this brat has trained with him for several years in physical fitness. Although he is still far behind him, he should not be so weak. A small cold has been repeated for nearly two months. .

The last time this kid was so disreputable was when he was in the Buddhist monastery. In order to perform a good show, his ribs were broken by a curse spirit. At that time, Naoya was almost the same as now, as if he was about to be knocked down by the wind at any time. There was a disturbance in my heart.

"Do I need to remind you that you haven't even finished your fever yet." Shi'er said coldly, crossing his arms over his chest, condescendingly squinting at the hair on Naoya's head, "You still want to learn like this Others go to enjoy the cherry blossoms, young master, don’t you think it’s too beautiful.”

Probably because he hadn't heard the name "young master" from Shi Er for a long time, Naoya was agitated at the time, and subconsciously wanted to retreat, but he stopped in time, summoned up his courage and puffed up his chest, and replied, "I, I feel like I’m almost fine, besides, I’m going to see the cherry blossoms next week, at worst I’ll just rest for two days this week.”

Shier stared fixedly at Naoya for a long while, until the cold sweat broke out on the back of the person watching him, and he almost couldn't hold back the breath that was hard to hold in his chest, so he turned his head and snorted, and said slowly, "Here When something happens, I don't care."

Naoya breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the seemingly cold and heartless words, knowing that the other party agreed, he quickly raised a smile and said, "I promise nothing will happen." After a pause, he said, "By the way, you When the time comes, remember to call Sister Risui, last time she also said that she wanted to see the cherry blossoms, you two can go and take up a seat first." After finishing speaking, she winked at Shi Er, as if hinting at something .

Taking a sideways glance at Naoya, looking at the child's tightly wrapped scarf and the mask that almost covered half of his face, Shi Er clicked his tongue. He wanted to reward the other party with a headshot, but he was suppressed after all. After going down, I just rubbed the child's soft hair thoroughly as usual, "Don't make yourself seem to know too much, you brat."

Naoya: "..." I am creating opportunities for you, okay?

Zhizai was in a hurry, and no longer cared about the guilty conscience when he faced Shier just now, he just wanted to quickly wave away the big hand that was making trouble on his head, feeling that someone really didn't know a good heart, and strongly doubted that his current height was uncertain It was caused by being touched too much by the other party!

Shi Er naturally dismissed this.

However, he will still date the person who should be dated, Shi Er thought to himself, feeling more and more comfortable to squeeze his furry head.

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In a blink of an eye, it was the agreed Monday.

Shi Er took the flannelette for a picnic early and went to the Meguro River in the neighboring Meguro District to occupy a seat. Zhenwang even got up early in the morning and started preparing the bento meals needed for cherry blossom viewing. After everything was almost finished, this Just went to wake up Master Naoya, who has often overslept since he fell ill.

"Well, I hope it's early...you should have woken me up earlier." When I woke up, I felt that my body seemed to be extremely heavy. I rubbed my sleepy eyes with the back of my hand, trying to wake myself up. Faster, and asked with concern, "How is the weather outside, is it sunny?"

"It's sunny, master, and the sun is very good." Seeing Naoya who was still a little confused after getting up, Zhen Wang smiled, "How is the young master feeling, do you feel better?"

"Well, it's pretty good. I don't feel dizzy anymore, and my throat doesn't seem to be itchy, and I don't want to cough anymore." Naoya felt it, and except for a slight feeling of heaviness in his body, other places were indeed much better than before, so Almost, he nodded, and said with certainty, "It should be almost all over."

As for the heavy body, probably because he just woke up and didn't eat anything, Naoya thought to himself, but didn't take it to heart.

"That's good," Zhenwang heaved a sigh of relief, "Then young master, hurry up and wash up. Although today is a working day, there are still a lot of people. We have to hurry up and get there."

"Okay," Naoya nodded, "Then you go out first, I'll change clothes."

Zhenwang obeyed and left the room.

Naoya yawned and got up slowly. While dragging his body to change his clothes, he fished his mobile phone from the bedside, but saw a text message sent from it at some unknown time. When he clicked on it, it turned out that it was Gojo Satoru, or he was acting coquettishly. The tone of the writing seems to be just the content, but it is a bit apologetic, saying that a high-level spell that is suspected to be above the first level suddenly appeared in an abandoned sanatorium, and he must go to deal with it, and promises to arrive as soon as possible Just ask Naoya to send him the address directly.

At the end, there is also a series of complaints expressing dissatisfaction and catharsis, as well as familiar exclamation points.

Seeing this, Naoya pressed the buttons on the phone with some amusement, told the other party the address where he was going to enjoy the cherry blossoms, and comforted him, even if he was late, it didn't matter, his bento and desserts would be reserved for him .

It's just that after the text message was sent, Gojo Satoru didn't reply immediately.

Probably busy, Naoya thought to himself, didn't pay much attention to it, put down the phone and changed his clothes, after washing up, he went out with Zhenwang.

The cherry blossoms in the Meguro River are very popular in Tokyo. Naoya and Mamochi on the road have been forced to see the charm of the cherry blossoms in advance on the bustling and crowded streets before seeing the leftovers of the cherry blossoms.

When the two of them managed to follow the flow of people and finally arrived at their destination, what caught their eyes was the sea of ​​people surging like a wave, and the sky full of cherry blossoms almost as far as the eye could see.

Along the Meguro River, which is less than four kilometers away, more than [-] cherry blossoms are in full bloom here. The branches full of flowers seem to be stretched to the water's edge by clusters of cherry blossoms. The cherry blossoms complement each other, and looking around, even the blue clear sky is covered by it, leaving only the blossoming cherry blossoms that are closely embracing each other.

Naoya was stunned for a moment, he hadn't seen such a grand cherry blossom scene for a long time.

Fortunately, Zhenwang came back to his senses in time, held his young master tightly, took out his phone and contacted Mr. Shier to determine the location of the other party.

After following Mamochi through crowds of people, finally, Naoya finally saw the figures of Shiru and Riho under a cherry blossom tree that almost had to be surrounded by two people.

I saw Shier resting his head with one hand, lying completely on his side on the picnic flannelette, while Riho, who also saw them, was sitting aside, with a bright smile, raised his hand high, and vigorously moved towards them Waving to signal, the other hand made a trumpet shape, put it next to his mouth and shouted loudly, "Naozai, Mamoko, here!"

"It's a good place for you to occupy. Not only is there shade from the trees, but the view is also very good." After walking to the two people's positions together with Zhenwang, Naoya looked around and couldn't help sighing, "And why does it feel like the surrounding area is empty?" It's like a wall of air, is this scared by Shier?"

"Pfft, maybe, it's probably because Shir's aura is too strong," Risui said happily, "By the way, it's just you two, what about the others?"

"I asked on the way just now that Hiroki and Master will arrive a little later, there are too many people," Naoya said helplessly, "He told us to start first, so we don't have to wait for them."

"We can have some snacks first," Zhen Wang suggested, while taking out the bento box, and opened the top layer, revealing the neatly arranged sandwiches inside, "Master, you haven't had breakfast yet, let's eat some padding first. "

"Okay, I really hope you can eat it too," Naoya smiled as he took the sandwich handed over by the other party, and then looked at Riho, "Miss Riho, you and Jiner haven't had time to eat breakfast, do you want a sandwich first? There are also drinks and milk here."

"Thank you, then I won't be polite." Riho smiled and took the sandwich, and praised, "This is prepared by Zhenwang, it looks delicious."

Just when Naoya turned his head to ask Shier, he saw that the other party got up, took from the lunch box, took the sweet sake that he planned to drink after everyone arrived, and took out a cup that imitated burnt blue, and used it alone With his thumb, he easily lifted the lid of the wine bottle, and the clear, mellow and sweet wine was slowly poured into the cup.

"...How can you drink early in the morning?" Naoya was speechless, "Drink on an empty stomach and be careful of burning your stomach."

"Do you think everyone is like you?" Shi Er snorted and ignored it, but he didn't drink too much, just took a sip, and then frowned, "It's so sweet, it doesn't taste like wine at all. gone."

"I didn't buy one with a high prescription. We came to see the cherry blossoms, and we didn't come here to get drunk." Naoya rolled his eyes and complained mercilessly, but looked at the cup in Shier's hand. The sweet fragrance wafting out of it, I couldn't help swallowing, and asked a little greedily, "Is it really sweet?"

Thinking that he hasn't touched alcohol for a long time, Zhizai said in his heart, it shouldn't be a problem to take this opportunity to have a drink, so he said, "Let me have a taste too."

"Master...!" Zhen saw it, and hurriedly wanted to stop him, "Your illness is better."

"It's okay, just drink a little, and it's sweet sake, and the alcohol content is not high," Naoya stretched out a finger and softened his voice, "I promise I will only taste a little!"

"Master..." Zhenwang sighed, and had no choice but to compromise again, "I really can only drink a little."

"Yeah, just a little bit."

He happily took the cup that Mamochi had poured for him. Although there was only a shallow layer of sake in the cup, it was enough for Naoya, but the edge of the cup had not yet touched his lips. , a gust of wind blowing, brought up some cherry blossom petals, fluttered down, one of them, just like this, fell into his shallow cup by coincidence.

"Ah," Zhenwang said upon seeing this, "Master, let me change another cup for you."

"Cherry blossoms paired with sake, it seems pretty good." Riho, who was eating a sandwich beside him, couldn't help smiling when he saw it, "It's a bit elegant."

"I'm lucky." Seeing this, Naoya also teased himself, waving his hand at Zhen Wang, "It's okay, just a little bit, and I won't drink the petals."

After finishing speaking, he took a shallow sip. The elegant and fragrant wine had a slightly spicy taste when he first sipped it, but after it entered his throat, he savored it carefully, and it brought some moist taste. After returning to the sweetness, it seems that you can even feel the wine going all the way down the throat and sinking into the stomach. Wherever it passes, there is a trace of scorching heat.

It seemed quite comfortable, Naoya smacked his mouth twice, thought to himself, and immediately drank the little sake that was left in one gulp.

"Huh? How..."

But after he finished drinking, he felt inexplicably that the vision in front of him gradually became dim and blurred. He subconsciously shook his head, trying to get rid of this illusion, but the result was just the opposite. The headache that disappeared for a long time also made a comeback at this moment.

The heaviness from the depths of the body that I tried to ignore earlier was instantly magnified infinitely.

In the next second, the cup in Naoya's hand was loosened, with a little residual wine pouring on the flannelette under him, and his own body also tilted, falling together with the cup. It fell down with a heavy muffled sound.

"Young Master?"

It was a trembling voice, and someone seemed to hug him in his arms.

However, Naoya has been unable to distinguish all these.

As he fell on the flannel and made close contact with the ground, what filled his eyes was a blackness like thick ink, rolling and rolling, leaving only the ears, and everyone was indistinct. The echo in the mountains reverberated in his heart, until he completely lost the last trace of consciousness, and all the hustle and bustle finally returned to nothingness.