The daily life after marriage with the leader of Mori

As Mori Ogai was driving, his eyes unconsciously fell from the inside mirror to Gojo Aoi.

She was looking at the receding tree shadows outside the car window, with unspeakable sadness on her quiet side face.

Mori Ogai identified it carefully, and he was sure it was sadness.

Wujoqing frowned, leaning back against the back seat with a straight back.

The tense strings loosened, replaced by intense fatigue.

Mori Ogai drove more steadily, slowed down the speed a bit, and adjusted the air conditioner in the car to an appropriate temperature.

Very quiet, only intertwined breathing.

Wutiaoqing felt that the consciousness fell again and again, and the whole person kept falling.

……

New shoots sprouted on dry branches, rejuvenating.

The temperature became scorching hot, and the cicadas on the trunk were dropped to the ground by the heat.

The air conditioner was whistling.

Wu Tiaoqing, relying on her family's income as if she had no bones, was chatting with her about the new cosmetics.

Xia Youjie brought breakfast to the classroom, and it was quickly divided up.

Jia Ruozi said in disgust: "Gojo Wu, are you okay? Adding sugar to white rice? What horrible dark food!"

Gojo Satoru intentionally put the bowl close to the house and poured it into the glass: "Try it?"

"If you want to poison me, don't use such a clumsy method."

Jia Ruozi glared at him unkindly and said, "Stay away from me."

"Here, Tamagoyaki."

Wu Tiaoqing took the breakfast from Xia Youjie, saluted him, and said with a smile: "I promise to eat all of it and not waste Jie's mother's heart!"

Xia Youjie looked helpless, and tapped Wu Tiaoqing's head with his fingers: "Don't learn from Wu."

"Hello."

Hearing these words, Gojo Wujo retorted dissatisfiedly: "What do you mean learning to be bad like me? Is it possible that this guy is really bad in the first place?"

"Slander, slander, this is your slander to me."

Xia Youjie coughed and kept a straight face on purpose: "Don't talk while eating."

Wujo Wu shrugged, looked at Wujoqing, and decided not to offend "Mother Jie" who diligently brought them breakfast every day.

Obediently and obediently, finish breakfast earnestly without words.

Today's first class is not taught by the assistant supervisor, but a class meeting prepared by the class teacher Noctua Moth.

A man in his 30s entered the classroom with a beard and a pair of blackout sunglasses on his nose.

He put the thermos cup in his hand on the table, coughed a few times and knocked on the table, trying to quiet the classroom.

Why is it so noisy in a classroom with only four people?

Nobody paid any attention to him, Ye Mozheng sighed every day, and wrote down the theme of today's class meeting on the blackboard.

Gojo Satoru casually glanced at the words written on the blackboard by Noctua Masato, and read word by word: "My future self."

Jia Ruozi: "I'm not sure about the others, but Wujo Satoru will definitely become a bad person in the future."

"School violence, this is definitely school violence against me!"

Gojo Satoru said loudly: "Say No to school violence!"

Noctua Zhengdao tapped on the blackboard, took out papers from the teaching table and distributed them to them.

"In today's class, you are going to write a letter to you in the future. The theme of the letter is 'Future Me'. I will send it to you when the time comes."

Gojo Satoru held the letter paper and twitched: "Isn't this what elementary school students do?"

Ye Mozheng said honestly, "Is there any difference between you and a primary school student?"

Wutiaowu: "..."

"Hahaha."

Wu Tiaoqing joked: "Teacher, there is still a difference, at least there is no elementary school student as tall as my brother."

Gojo Satoru rolled up his sleeves and made a grimace, and stretched out his hand to pinch Gojo Qing's cheeks on both sides and pull them out vigorously.

"Okay, Wutiaoqing, you are so bold, you dare to laugh at your handsome, handsome and charming Oni-chan like this!"

Jia Ruozi looked incredulous, and she looked at Xia Youjie: "Wu Tiaowu just said human language?"

"Ok?"

Xia Youjie's face remained unchanged: "Did Wu just speak?"

Night Moth said rightly: "..."

They are really loud.

Forget it, whether they write it or not, I can't control it anyway.

Noctua left the classroom holding the thermos on the right way, and closed the classroom door very understandingly to block out the noise.

Wujo Qing's hair was messed up by Gojo Wujo.

She stretched out her hand and took the initiative to stop: "A truce!"

Gojo Satoru let go of her, with a "won the fight" expression on his face.

Home entry nitro commented: "Childish."

Relying on the length of his arms, Gojo Satoru reached out and got the letter that Jia Ruzizi had just finished writing.

"I will be a doctor in the future. First, I need to get a doctor's license. From what I know about myself, there is a high probability that I will cheat..."

Gojo Wu laughed without fear of death: "Glass, is this what you want to be in the future? A cheating doctor hahahaha."

Jia Ruozi flexed his wrist: "Wujo Wu, have you lived enough?"

Wutiaolianren took the table and moved to the side, away from the battlefield.

Xia Youjie held the pen, and the tip of the pen left a particularly thick ink dot on the paper.

He thought for a long time, but there was not a single word on the white paper except ink dots.

Take the lead in writing the five loves on white paper: To my future self.

She casually asked Xia Youjie next to her: "Brother Jie, do you think about your future? Do you still want to be a magician?"

"Ah."

Xia Youjie replied quickly and with certainty: "I still want to be a magician, and continue to eliminate the magic spirits to protect more people."

"Your future, don't think about other people."

Wu Tiaoqing put down her pen and blinked at him with her chin in her hand: "Don't you think about what your future wife will be like?"

Xia Youjie's eyes widened slightly, he didn't expect Wu Tiaoqing to ask such a question.

"……have not thought."

Wu Tiaoqing looked gossipy: "Then think about it now."

"Um……"

He thought for a long time, but he couldn't come up with a specific image.

"Forget it, don't think about it if you can't think of it."

Wu Tiaoqing raised her head slightly, looked at the ceiling, and outlined the image of her other half: "My future lover should be over 1.9 meters tall, cheerful, not too dull, childish is also very good, it will be very lively..."

Xia Youjie hesitated to speak: "Why is this person so similar to Wu?"

"Wow, it really sounds like you said that. No, no, this is too scary, you have to change it!"

Wu Tiaoqing thought about it temporarily: "Then...be gentle and considerate, be considerate, be serious about work, and most importantly, be handsome."

Being handsome is very important.

"As for whether I am a magician or not, I don't know. In fact, I want to fall in love with ordinary people. Being a magician is too tiring."

Wu Tiaoqing thought about it for a while: "The future should be very ordinary, complete various removal tasks, and chat with you when you have time. Day after day, until retirement, until old age."

"A great future."

Wu Tiaoqing pushed him dissatisfied: "I've already said so much about my future, should I talk about your future?"

"my future……"

Xia Youjie has never looked forward to his future, and his future can even be seen at a glance.

——Become a magician and work hard to protect ordinary people.

"With great power comes great responsibility."

With his powerful abilities, he should protect the world, and protect everyone in the world who is unable to protect himself.

This is what he should do.

He kept instilling such thoughts in himself, and he continued to do so firmly.

"In the future, I will continue to work hard with everyone to protect the world."

"Isn't it so official?"

Wu Tiaoqing shook her head: "It's hopeless, it's really hopeless."

A paper airplane flew over and hit Wutiaoqing.

She dropped the paper plane and rushed towards Gojo Satoru who was flying the paper plane angrily.

Xia Youjie bent down to pick up the paper airplane, took it apart, and smoothed out the creases on the paper.

The paper was not big, and there was a sentence written on it in a font big enough to fill the entire paper.

--my future?With these bastards, of course.

At the end is a huge smiling face, which overlaps with Gojo Gojo's foolish smile.

Xia Youjie smiled helplessly, and overlapped Gojo Wu's letter with his own.

He lowered his eyes and saw the last sentence on the five love letters.

——By the way, in the future, I must visit my lonely and widowed brother and brother Jie more often.Don't think about it, they will definitely be single dogs that no one loves in the future.

Xia Youjie: "..."

Are you sure this is something I said to my future self, and not a curse on him and Gojo Satoru?

……

The light and shadow overlapped, scattered light spots spread brilliantly, and the glaring whiteness made it difficult to open one's eyes.

The pictures are covered with faded yellow, and then smashed little by little, blending in the memory.

Wu Tiaoqing opened her eyes, but what she saw was still the receding traffic outside the car window and the neon lights that started a prairie fire like sparks in the world.

She said suddenly, "Today seems to be Christmas."

Zhong on the side also opened the calendar: "Well, it's Christmas."

Osamu Dazai looked back from the co-pilot: "Christmas, do you have any presents?"

For example, what is the medicine for a dog who eats and dies without pain.

Osamu Dazai looked longingly at Mori Ogai.

"Oh, my lord father, will you give me what I want on Christmas day?"

Mori Ogai smiled, and was still interested in cooperating with him: "Oh, my dear son, the final exam is coming, and my gift to you is a weekend cram school, are you happy?"

Osamu Dazai's smile disappeared immediately.

Mori Ogai treated everyone equally: "Of course there is also you, Chuya-kun."

Zhong Ye: "..."

Dead mackerel, I thank you.

Dazai gave a cold snort.

I don't even have the opportunity to relax on weekends, and I don't know, is it still too late to report child labor at the port Mafia?

He and Slug are under 16 years old.

The two children have to go to cram school on weekends, which means they can't go home on weekends.

Wu Tiaoqing just got acquainted with them, and they are separated again, and they don't even see each other once a week.

But students, after all, still have to focus on their studies.

Fortunately, winter vacation is coming soon.

Five loves: "Winter vacation is coming soon, I will take you on a trip then."

"travel?"

Osamu Dazai looked at Mori Ogai provocatively: "What should I do if my father is not free for work?"

"It would be better if you don't take him."

Wutiaoqing answered quickly.

Mori Ogai smiled wryly: "Then am I a bit miserable?"

Wu Tiaoqing comforted him: "But your children and wife will be very happy."

Mori Ogai: "..."

How did he feel that the real purpose of his wife's marriage with him was to fall in love with his child?