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

Before going to visit other people, Naoya and Gojo Satoru took the unlucky high school student to the entrance of the hospital under the cover of twilight, but on the way, Naoya looked at the high school student's face, but somehow felt a little strange look familiar.

"Wu, you spend a lot of time in Tokyo, have you heard of any famous high school student detectives?" Thinking of the word 'detective' that the long-haired man attacked the high school student from behind just now, Naoya stretched his elbows back, and tried to ask Gojo Satoru, who was hugging him behind him, "I always feel that his face is very familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere."

"How could I know?" Seeing Naoya staring at the high school student for a long while, Gojo Satoru curled his lips and urged with a little dissatisfaction, "I don't care about these things, well, don't look at that guy anymore , the hospital is ahead, let's quickly throw the person down and leave, if you are accidentally spotted by passers-by, you will be in trouble."

"Okay, maybe I'm thinking too much..." Naoya, who really couldn't remember where he had seen this face, struggled for a while and had to give up.

Seeing that he had already arrived in front of the hospital, taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, he quickly let Diandian grab the waist of the college student, carefully placed him against the wall in front of the hospital, and after turning back a little bit, he quietly hid in the dark He waited until someone discovered the college student and carried him into the hospital before leaving in peace.

"I just told you not to worry so much, you're fine, and wasted your time waiting there," Wujo Satoru muttered, as if deliberately retaliating, he wrapped his arms around Naoya's arms, hugged them tightly, and said angrily, " You see what time it is, if it's too late, all the people you want to visit will be asleep by then, what will you do?"

"...Actually, you don't have to say a few words," Naoya pursed her lips in silence for a while, and then said lightly, "After all, it's just my unilateral desire to take another look at them. That's all, anyway, I still have to go back in the end, it's better not to say anything, so as not to..."

"Tsk, do you want to make yourself so pitiful?" Gojo Satoru turned slightly from behind, his body slightly forward, raised his eyebrows and glanced at Naoya's seemingly calm face, stretched out his hand, and squeezed the other person. The flesh on the cheeks, he tried his best to pull on both sides twice, interrupting Naoya's unfinished words, "It's not like I won't be able to get out forever, why make it so sad, besides, there is still me."

Hearing this, Naoya looked at Wujo Wu's eyebrows and eyes, and couldn't help being slightly stunned.

"As I said just now, you can go wherever you want," Gojo Gojo laughed, "This is not just for fun."

Under the night, Wu Wu's silver-white hair moved forward with the continuous leap of caramel, moving in the wind, and his delicate face was reflected against the bright moonlight, as if it had been covered with a hazy filter. Ordinary words crashed into Naoya's beating heart together, as if something wonderful had been poked at that moment, causing an inexplicable throbbing in his heart.

"Hmm..." Naoya suddenly felt that his face was unstoppably hot, even the pinnae on both sides were faintly hot, he quickly turned his face away as if to cover up, and for a while he didn't dare to straighten Shi Wujo Satoru coughed lightly, and forcibly changed the subject, "Yes, yes, you haven't said where Zhenyi Maki and the others live now."

"Well, it's actually not that far away. It's next door to your apartment in Setagaya." Gojo Satoru smiled, as if he didn't notice the change in Naoya's face at all. He sat up straight again, hugged Naoya, and added, "At the beginning, please I took them away. After thinking about it, I bought the room next to your apartment and let them live there. In this way, I really hope that I can help take care of them occasionally, and they are all from the same place. For the women who left the monastery, I think Zhenwang should be more suitable than me to contact them."

"It's obvious that I'm just being lazy, and I still make so many excuses," Naoya joked with a smile, "But you're right, Zhenwang should indeed be more appropriate."

"Really," Gojo Satoru chuckled, then looked at the city below, and suddenly reminded, "Naozai, we seem to have arrived in Yokohama Chinatown, but it's already this time, and most of the shops are closed. , your master's shop is probably the same, do you want to go down and have a look?"

"Well, master, he usually rests very early," Naoya couldn't help but feel a little emotional for a while looking at the unfamiliar street below, patted the caramel lightly, and said in a low voice, "Let's go down and have a look. "

Caramel gave a light bark, stopped flying over the eaves and walls, turned to jumping down, and finally landed in a deserted alley corner.

"Hey, you and the milk tea are waiting here first, I'll be back in a while," Naoya said carefully after jumping off Caramel with Wujo Wujo, and then naturally took Wujo Wu's hand and walked out into the alley.

Seeing this, Gojo Satoru raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a happy face, and didn't say much.

Probably because it was really too late, there were only sporadic street lights on China Street, and some strangely shaped signboards were still lit, and there were almost no passers-by. After casually glancing around, he stopped being nostalgic, took a deep breath, held Gojo Wu's hand tighter, and then walked towards the direction of Lin Mingde's shop in his memory.

Sure enough, Lin Mingde's shop had already turned off the lights and closed the door. Looking through the window, he could only see the darkness inside.

When Naoya came here last time, in the blink of an eye, almost five years have passed.

In the past few years, although he has asked his sincere hope to visit the master occasionally for him, but he himself only dared to send an ordinary blessing text message to his old man during the New Year and holidays, and Lin Mingde also seemed to Knowing something, just as usual, with the special care and love of an elder, told him to pay attention to his body, don't forget to eat well, as for the rest, Lin Mingde didn't ask any more questions.

Thinking of leaving in a hurry without even having time to say goodbye to the master, Naoya just felt more and more blocked in his heart for a while. He stared at Lin Mingde's shop, felt the cool night breeze, and remained silent for an unknown amount of time.

In the end, he sighed softly, took out a tightly packed paper bag from the shadow, and hung it carefully on the handle of the shop's door. With lowered eyes and a low voice, he said shortly, "I'm sorry, Master."

Then, he turned around, pulled Gojo Wujo and left without looking back.

"Don't you really want to go in and take a look?" Gojo Satoru glanced behind him, then at Naoya who was almost expressionless, and finally couldn't help asking, "I remember you have the key, and you left things like this Hanging there, will it be taken away by others?"

"It's already so late, I don't want to disturb Master anymore," Naoya shook his head and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "As for things...Master is usually the first to get up in the whole street, so don't worry too much .”

"Tsk... To be honest, I'm starting to regret asking you to come and visit them now," Gojo Satoru curled his lips, and grabbed Naoya's little hand that was soaked in the night with his backhand, "Morning Knowing how uncomfortable you are, why don't you watch it, the big deal is that there won't be so many bad things in the Zen Academy in the future, and the two of us will also form an alliance, so it won't be too late to come here openly."

"I wanted to come here myself, so what does it have to do with you?" Hearing this, Naoya couldn't help laughing and said, "Besides, it's not a big deal, I just feel uncomfortable for a while, and it won't take long Okay, well...you really don't have to worry about me."

"If you want to make people not worry, you should put away the expression on your face first." Gojo Satoru rolled his eyes angrily, and rubbed Naoya's face vigorously with his palm until both cheeks became pale. It was only then that she was satisfied and let go, "Let me hear you say such things as if you want to leave me alone, and I will be rude to you."

"Okay, I know, I know the head office, right?" Naoya rubbed his already red face, and smiled helplessly, "Why are you using your hands so hard, it makes my face a little numb. "

"It doesn't take much effort to make you remember the lesson," Wujo Gojo snorted, and then dragged Naoya to run on the deserted Chinatown, laughing loudly, "Okay, don't always come out once in a while." Frowning, what does it matter if you can't meet them often now, are you still worried that you won't be able to do it in the future?"

Seeing Gojo Satoru running in front of him on this familiar yet unfamiliar street, and the words of the other party echoed in the street, for a moment, Naoya felt as if he had returned to the past, when they first came to Chinatown, Gojo Satoru did the same, trotting along in front of him.

The warm picture of the sun engraved at that time seems to have a slight overlap with this moment. Naozai can't tell what he feels in his heart. Warmth gradually flooded into my heart like a tide.

"Speaking of which, do you still remember the dumplings you ate here?" Naoya couldn't help trotting along with Gojo Satoru, and said with a smile, "The dumplings filled with strawberries are really lucky for you to eat them back then."

"What's wrong with the strawberry stuffing, I tell you it's delicious! It was your biggest loss if you didn't eat it back then," Wujo Wu raised his eyebrows, stood firmly on the side of the strawberry dumplings, and grinned, "Wait until next time When there is a chance to come again, I must let you eat it once and admit its deliciousness with your own mouth!"

"Then you should spare me," Naoya laughed loudly, "I'm afraid I'll just spit it out in the store, and the boss will kick us both out!"

"Hahaha--"

The hearty laughter of the young people echoed in the silent Chinatown like this, as if every brick and stone, every corner and crevice were stained with their joy, ease and wantonness, and the hands they held tightly to each other , the warmth gradually rising in the palms, like this moistening things silently, slowly conveyed to each other's hearts, making it difficult for them to forget this night and this moment.