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

After Naobi led his attendants to leave and closed the door completely, the dark room fell into a dead silence. The only sounds that could be heard were Naoya's slightly undulating breathing due to physical discomfort, and the burning of the candle. At the time, there was a slight pop of the wick.

Naoya sitting on the cushion, as if he just came back to his senses, moved his slightly stiff body, looked around indifferently, and after a while, his eyes stayed on a piece of paper behind him. On the coffee table on the wall, there was a set of light-colored bathrobes neatly stacked on top of it, presumably Zhipiren prepared them in advance for him to change and wash.

Thinking this way, Naoya tentatively touched the black rune on his wrist with his fingertips, and as he thought, it wasn't rubbed off at all, and he didn't know what the ink was actually made of, so It will dry quickly, and it is attached to his body like a tattoo.

I don't know if it can be washed off afterward, Naoya thought a little wildly.

The clothes he is wearing now probably absorbed some of the sweat he shed before, and he always felt a little wet and chilly when he put them on his body, which made him a little uncomfortable. Now that the runes have dried out, the Zhipi people have prepared them for him. To change the bathrobe, Naoya did not hesitate at the moment, took off a casual hooded shirt, shook the bathrobe slowly, and put it on for himself in a slow manner.

It feels... as if he hasn't worn a yukata for a long time, Naoya thought in a daze, and then laughed at himself, in fact, it was less than a year, how long.

After changing into the bathrobe, he felt the slightly icy fabric softly sticking to his hot skin. Naoya couldn't help but feel a bit of physical shivering, but soon, his body temperature completely soaked the bathrobe, giving him a cold touch After getting a slight relief, he picked up the clothes that had been changed and put aside, and folded them again.

The remaining body temperature gradually disappeared with the cold air. Naoya caressed the little orange fox woven on the fabric of the clothes. Against the background of the little fox's eyes, there was a little more warmth and softness, prompting him to laugh uncontrollably. She smiled, but within a few seconds, the smile dissipated again, just like the clothes she took off, leaving only a piece of coldness.

"Still can't escape..." Naoya murmured in a low voice, like a dream language. He didn't know if he was speaking to himself or unconsciously suppressed and vented. He slightly raised his head and looked at the dark roof, not knowing He consciously closed his eyes, and after feeling the soreness from his eye sockets, he sighed again. When he opened his eyes again, the sourness in his eyes seemed to disappear.

Under him, I felt the shadow of his emotional changes, and I don't know if it was suppressed by the bracelet, or the comfort of the runes drawn on his body. Compared with before in front of outsiders, he was much more docile, It just gathered some slime-like soft tentacles, with a bit of coolness, gently stroking Naoya's face, watching the movements, as if trying to wipe away those tears that didn't exist for him.

Naoya who noticed the movement of the shadow, his whole body paused, before he could only vaguely feel the change of the shadow, but at that time he felt uncomfortable all over his body, and his head was like a pot of bubbling paste. The feeling of these changes is not clear, and occasionally he even feels that everything is just an innocuous hallucination, and when he is fully awake, this terrible nightmare should be over.

But the reality gave him a heavy blow, the change of the shadow is real, and he didn't even know what his shadow turned into.

Is this the method of ten shadows? Naoya looked at the tentacle transformed into a shadow, felt its cold and comfortable touch, and thought for a while, or did he become a...monster?

"Why, what if at this time..." Naoya looked at the tentacles and murmured in a dazed way. The focus in his eyes seemed to be watching the shadow in front of him, and it seemed to be staring at the shadow in front of him. His whole life—the end of that death.

"Shir, Mamo... We only watched the cherry blossoms together for only a few minutes, and Hiroki and Shifu, they haven't come yet..." Naoya said softly as if recalling He said, "And Wu, obviously we have an appointment, let's have a good time together today... It's all gone, it's all... all because of you."

As he spoke, Naoya focused his gaze on the shadow. He looked at the innocent-looking shadow in front of him, and tried to touch his cheek. A cloud of nameless anger rose in his chest, and the flames of anger almost spread to his whole body. Every inch of the corner, even the originally weak body, seemed to regain some strength, allowing him to clenched his fists tightly, and thin veins burst out on the back of his hands.

"Because of you..." Naoya murmured, with resentment in his tone and imperceptible grievances, his whole body trembled slightly, panting heavily, and finally, towards the shadow He swung his fist that he had accumulated for a long time, but not a single tear flowed from the reddish eye sockets, which made him look red from anger, only a little water vapor remained in the eye sockets, proving that this was not the case.

"It's all because of you!"

As the hatred in his mouth almost became real, Naoya slammed down his fist, hitting the undodged shadow with one blow.

However, when the fist was slammed down hard, the feedback was given to Naoya, but there was no pain at all. His fist was softly wrapped by the shadow, accepting him completely as if tolerant, and it was not caused by Naoya's sudden action. Confused, it will not be annoyed by it. In front of Naoya, it is like the most obedient puppy, accepting everything from Naoya, protecting him, and preventing him from suffering any harm or pain.

Even almost all the pain Naoya is suffering right now stems from it.

Naoya was stunned by the action of the shadow, he could feel that the shadow eased his strength and prevented his hand from being hurt, but it was precisely because of this that he was speechless for a moment, and the anger that had just gathered dissipated in an instant Not seen, only a little at a loss, he slowly retracted his hand, and the shadow seemed to be reluctant to part, hooking his fingers until he completely retracted his hand.

It was very close to him, and Naoya reacted belatedly, so who can he blame... himself?Blame him for not being whimsical and trying to escape from the monastery in the first place?In the end, it's still nothing to fetch water from a bamboo basket.

When thinking of this, Naoya suddenly felt that his hands and feet were getting cold gradually, and a seemingly non-existent chill was gradually flowing along his limbs and soaking into his body. He subconsciously hugged his knees, trying to keep some for himself. There was only warmth left, but the cold still eroded him little by little until it froze his thoughts, leaving only a blank in his mind.

He just hugged himself blankly like this, staring blankly at the front, as if he had lost all his emotions, what was left here was not enough for a breathing shell.

In the dark, it is impossible to judge the flow of time. In the silence, even Naoya himself does not know how long has passed, only the shadow is by his side.

Until an abrupt sound suddenly sounded behind him, breaking a gap in the deathly silence.

Stiffly turning his neck as if rusted, Naoya caught sight of Gojo Satoru, who was slightly disheveled, clenched his fists, and panting.

The other party's white hair reflected the candlelight in the darkness, as if it would glow by itself, and it was extremely dazzling in Naoya's sight at the moment.

"Finally, ho... found you..." Gojo Satoru panted slightly, but the expression on his face and the corners of his grinning mouth carried the joy and joy that Naoya was most familiar with. In the pair of jewel-like blue eyes, there was a brilliance that was more shining than candlelight, and the other party called his name softly, "Naozai."

"...Why are you here?" After a while, Naoya asked in a low voice, but the expression on his face could not be fully recovered, and he stared blankly at Gojo Satoru who suddenly appeared in front of him, "I heard from Shier that you went back to Wujo's house..."

"Listen to his nonsense!" Gojo Satoru retorted immediately, and walked in front of Naoya, "It took me a lot of effort to find... What are the paintings on your body?" After getting closer to Naoya, Only then did Gojo Satoru notice the runes all over Naoya's limbs, forehead and neck.

And the shadow who seemed to be very wary of him was naturally ignored by him.

"...These?" Naoya reacted a little slowly, followed Gojo Satoru's gaze, and looked down at the runes on his arm, "These are runes that help channel the magic power in my body. "

"yes......"

Gojo Satoru stared blankly at the runes on Naoya's body, because the other party was only wearing a loose-fitting yukata, a large white collarbone was exposed at the neckline, and the contrasting black runes were like this The collarbone slid all the way, extending to the depths of the bathrobe, revealing a faint sense of mystery that cannot be easily touched, but Wujo Wu felt an inexplicable urge to tear it apart, so that more The hidden scenery can be fully displayed in front of his eyes.

"... Enlightenment?"

It wasn't until Naoya gave a soft cry that he pulled him out of his trance, and his eyes fell on the other person's face again, as if covering something, he asked quickly, "What's wrong? Do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?"

Seeing that Naoya just shook his head, his brows and eyes were much better than the dazed look just now, he said softly, "I just want to say, I'm sorry to make you worry, but I'm much better now, you can go back... ..."

"Naozai!" Gojo Gojo frowned, as if he was furious. He put his hands on Naoya's thin shoulders and looked at him. He was worried about the attendants outside the door. He took a deep breath and lowered his head. He lowered his voice, but still said sonorously, "What nonsense are you talking about, I want to stay here with you and not go anywhere!"

The shadow on the side seemed not to see Gojo Satoru bullying Naoya like this, and tried to protect his master, but he was probably suppressed too much by the bracelet, and could no longer condense the sharp blade as in the hospital, so he could only slap Gojo Satoru softly The back of the hand—no pain at all.

Naoya slowly opened his eyes wide because of Gojo Satoru's words.

"Don't you think that I have worked so hard to find you for a long time, just to take a look at you and leave?!"

Seeing Naoya slowly revealing a look of surprise, Gojo Gojo suddenly became short of breath, wishing to beat him up, it would be better to beat him up straight away, but this person is Naoya, or in the current situation, he can't do it at all , could only wave the shadow away as if venting, and then hugged the man fiercely into his arms, grinding his teeth and saying, "If you want to drive me away again, I will... Just go back and buy ten bunches of candied haws, and eat them all in one sitting in front of you, it will kill you!"

"......puff."

This is not a threat, but after all, it amused Naoya who was still in a daze, and with the rhythm of breathing, he laughed more and more heartily. Just smiling, the mist in his eyes gradually condensed, completely Before it solidified and overflowed, he hugged Gojo Satoru tightly, feeling the warm warmth of the other party like sunshine, gradually dispelling the coldness in his body.

"Thank you, Gojo." Naoya leaned close to Gojo Gojo's ear, said softly with a little choking, and then buried his head in Gojo Gojo's shoulder.

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru, who was pretending to be angry, wanted to be as usual, snorted twice, and replied that you are welcome, but in a short while, he suddenly felt a hot and humid touch on his shoulder, and his chest The person in the middle trembled slightly.

Naoya was crying, Gojo Satoru thought in a daze, in his impression, Naoya never seemed to cry in front of him... Thinking of this, he unconsciously exerted strength in his hands, and hugged Naoya even tighter, It was as if he wanted to completely rub people into his arms.

Hot tears seeped through the clothes, slowly seeping into his body, along the meridians, blocking the emotional outlet in his chest, and the emotions that were forced to stay were so heavy and sour that they almost crushed him. Seconds, but it seemed to be overwhelming, disturbing all his thoughts, so that even he himself couldn't tell what was mixed in this feeling.

However, at this moment, there is one thing he can be sure of, Wujo Wujo thought to himself, that is...he doesn't want to see Naoya crying in front of him.

Whenever.