After the leader of He Sen

Recall the words he said to Mori Ogai before forcing himself to lose his memory.

That meeting was the last one, and it has been more than two months now, and he hasn't come to see me again, most likely he has given up on this relationship.

In this regard, I was not only relieved, but also felt like a balloon with a small hole in it, leaking all the air in a puff, and fell to the ground dry and tired.

I stayed there for a long time at this time point 12 years ago. I still have a job there. After a long time, maybe my aunt will go to the police station to call the police. It is inconvenient to continue to delay.

"What? You want to go back?" Gojo Satoru, who was sitting cross-legged on the cushion and playing games happily, simply put down the game controller and turned his head, "Can you go back?"

"I couldn't go back before, but now that I have figured out why the Butterfly Curse Spirit brought me here in the first place, I can leave at any time."

I'm still an ordinary person who can't see the curse spirit, and naturally I can't see the little butterfly either.But after seeing the young white fish in that sea, I can more accurately understand the message that the little butterfly flaps its wings.When I whispered to her, I could go back and forth, no longer like before, most of the time it was just me talking to myself.

Being teleported to this point in time is nothing more than a child's jealousy.I didn't want to hear Mei call me mom, and didn't want to stay in the same time and space with Mei, so I activated the ability without authorization.

Gojo Satoru didn't come back from a business trip last night. I whispered to Xiaodie for a long time in the bedroom, and kept making sure that I had only her as a child, and she would not talk to Mei in the future. Then she reluctantly agreed to take me back to the original place. point in time.

"Since you can leave at any time, why are you still talking to me?" Gojo Satoru turned around again, leaving me with a snowy head.

Are you throwing a tantrum?Still telling the truth?

I carefully tested the silver-haired cat, "Then I... will go back."

Mao Mao turned her head, showing two pointed canine teeth, and rushed over to push me down, "Do you have a conscience? We've been getting along for so many days, it's a good thing you can do it if you want to leave."

Me: ...so what exactly do you want me to do.

Little Bones dragged Gojo Satoru's clothes behind in protest, trying to keep him away from me.The silver-haired cat is tall and has been exercising all year round. It gives people a terrible sense of oppression when they get close.

"Crack-!"

"Little Bones! Don't bite Mr. Wujo's head..." Little Bones stretched his neck, opened his mouth wide, and was about to bite Wujou's beautiful head.I feel like I'm going to bite my mouth full of white hair.

Gojo Satoru, who had had enough of playing, sat up straight, "I found out from the first time we met, you like my face very much, don't you?"

I froze for a moment, and then I was a little embarrassed, "Is it obvious?"

"Well, it's quite obvious," he said a little proudly, "every time I stare at my face and see the degree of daze."

"Mr. Gojo's face is the one I like very much." Silver hair, blue eyes, very youthful.

Little Bones walked around behind me dejectedly and sat back to back with me.

Gojo Gojo cleared his throat, and loosened his grip on the already loose shirt collar, "Then the person you like...is the same type as me?"

The appearance of Mori Ogai appeared in his mind, and he made a comparison picture with Gojo Satoru in front of him.

Difficult to draw a conclusion: "It cannot be said that they are exactly the same, only that they are completely different."

Appearance, behavior style, and occupation are all very different.

"Oh," the game has been cleared, Gojo Satoru poked the button on the handle, hesitating rarely, "So, I want to look better, right?"

I can't deny this point: "It is true." It is really difficult to find a beauty that can match Gojo Satoru.Even among the people I know...

Wait, does Tomie count?

But they are not the same style at all, Fu Jiang's beauty is too gloomy and evil.In contrast, Gojo Satoru is much more sunny.

The little bones rubbed against my back, and the clicking sound was lowered, as if they were not satisfied with my answer.

Probably because I only praised Gojo Satoru but not him.On the other hand, Gojo Satoru, he was happy and proud, his already gorgeous facial features became even more gorgeous because of his arrogant smile.Silvery snow, majestic blue, rosy lips.It's so bright I have to close my eyes.

"You don't have a boyfriend now, do you?"

Ruanrou leaned on my small bones and sat up straight because of this sentence.

"No."

The corner of his mouth raised an arc, "How is your relationship with the future me?"

"so so?"

Wujo Wu was dissatisfied and said, "What kind of expression is that on your face? And why do you use a questioning tone?"

"Sorry, I accidentally..." The questioning tone was used because the future Gojo Satoru was a bit different from the 16-year-old Gojo Satoru. At 16, he understands better.

"Forget it, you're an idiot." Gojo Satoru's strength and height are not like that of a high school student, but his poor vocabulary of swearing is the closest to that of a high school student.

I waited for a while and found that he didn't intend to continue talking, only when the sound of a bird scarer came from the open door, he answered: "Mr. Wujo, you mentioned before that you want to adopt me when I was a child." ..."

"I've given up on that idea." He reluctantly said, "I don't want you to die yet, you are fine now. I just feel that Xiao Lixiang will be very pitiful."

"Just knowing that someone cares about her is already very happy and grateful. I will keep Mr. Gojo's concern for her in my heart."

The memory of Xiao Lixiang going to the amusement park to have fun is enough to take out and revisit for a long time. Good memories are a balm against difficulties.

He whispered: "Tch, what's the use of just remembering."

After whispering, he frowned: "Can you not be so official when you address people? Can't you just call Wutiao or Wu?"

The official title is a signal of deliberate distance, and it also has the meaning of not wanting to make people who are not so familiar feel uncomfortable.

"If you leave, what about bare bones?" Gojo Satoru gestured to the small bones leaning against my back with his eyes.

"This... I was thinking about this before." It might be better to say that the reason for not leaving in a hurry is the small bone.

The power of the Butterfly Curse Spirit can only be applied to me, so it is probably impossible to bring the little bone back.

When I told Little Bones about this incident last night, his reaction was quite violent, and he even wrote quite shocking words in his notebook.

Say something to let me grind him into fine powder, eat and digest him, and take him away as a part of my body.

He also has a talent for writing horror stories.

Of course I rejected his dangerous idea.As a result, Little Bones sobbed sadly with his back to me for several hours. Even if I couldn't see the tears, it was enough to make me feel distressed.

"Perhaps, if I really can't take you away, I can use this ability to come back to see you every once in a while, okay?" I turned sideways and touched his arm bone, asking for discussion.

Not only did he not turn over, but he wept even more sadly.

So last night.I coaxed little butterfly in the first half of the night, and coaxed little bone in the second half of the night.

In the early morning of the next day, he also found that Xiaogu had moved a big rock from the courtyard, broke off his phalanx and rubbed it hard.When I saw it, it had been ground into a thin layer of fine powder.

I was so distressed that I almost fainted, so I dragged him into the room and gave him a severe reprimand.

When being reprimanded, Little Bones still hung his head obediently, and he did what I said.After finally reprimanding him, he picked up the marker pen and sketchbook on the table and started writing.

At first I thought he would write "I'm sorry", "I won't be anymore" and so on.As a result, after he finished writing, he took a look at the content.

Good guy, it's a million miles away from the text I imagined:

"I want to be eaten by Lixiang."

"Don't be left behind."

"I love Lixiang."

It is simply the best three-line poem I have ever read, and the students who handed me love letters are not as literary as him.

"You—really—" I covered my eyes helplessly.

It's so pitiful to me.

Little Bone carried the ground bone powder in a napkin and brought it to me tremblingly.

"Although I like you very much, I won't eat this thing." I still have a conscience, not a pervert.

Shortly thereafter, the ground bone meal returned to his visibly ground phalanx.

Little Bone stared at his phalanges in frustration, and shut himself off for a while.

I cheekily went to Little Butterfly for help, and discussed with her whether I could take Little Bones away from this place.

She told me that it was impossible, but there was a strong connection between the little bones and me, as if tied together with a thin rope twisted by a magic spirit, so it was possible.

What does it mean to be tied together like a string made of magic spirits?Sounds like a curse.But I didn't have time to delve into it, and I was just excitedly telling Little Bones the good news.

He opened his arms to hug me and said he liked it over and over again.

"Anyway, it's good to be able to take this bare bone away, otherwise throwing it here with me, even if it doesn't consume food, it's pretty disgusting to watch." Wujo Wu said with a lack of interest.

I hurriedly covered the non-existent ears of Xiaoguo, and looked at Gojo Satoru with reprimand: "Don't say such hurtful words."

He gave me a white look: "Oh."

"Seriously, don't you say goodbye to Jie and Niuzi before you leave?" Gojo Satoru realized that the time for parting was approaching, and asked proactively.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, we will meet again soon." There will be you in the future.

"Yes, anyway, we will meet sooner or later." He smiled at me thoughtfully.

It's rare that it doesn't have a bad meaning.

A bluer blue than Gojo Satoru's eyes spread out in my field of vision, and the little bone automatically lowered itself down and snuggled into my embrace.

I'm back to my own time.

I opened my eyes and confirmed that the location was the bedroom at home, and the little bone stayed in my arms.Great to have brought him back intact.

"After this, we will live together well..." Before the words of looking forward to a bright future were over, I heard a bang from the bathroom, which seemed to be accompanied by the sound of splashing liquid.

It looked like something had fallen into the water.

My smile froze on my face, isn't it, I haven't been home for too long, did I get into a thief?

Little Bones jumped out of bed vigilantly, implying that I should stay in the bedroom and not move around, and moved lightly towards the bathroom.I was disobedient, so I took out the baseball bat hidden under the bed, and tiptoed behind him.

The bedroom door was ajar.There was no other sound except the dull thud just now.

This time, Little Bones didn't say anything to let me follow, and ran in quickly.After lingering at the door for a while, I found that there was no movement inside and slipped in.

"Little Bones! Don't be afraid, I'll come—" I thought to myself that now that I have the Butterfly Curse Spirit, I won't be hurt by malicious thieves no matter what.And the small bones have the ability to regenerate, so they are definitely fine.

However, the expected fierce fighting did not come.

Little Bones stood by the bathtub blankly, looking at the people inside.

The baseball bat in my hand slipped to the ground.

The water in the bathtub was dyed bright red, and [Mori Ogai] fell asleep in it, smelling like blood and pale.

All the complicated emotions about him were thrown into the back of my mind, my heart was held and squeezed vigorously, and the distressed feeling was so clear that I couldn't avoid it.

I stepped into the bathtub, let the cold water flood my trouser legs, the water was as cold as my heart, bent down to lift his upper body, and wiped off the blood on his face with my fingers.

His face was unbearably pale.

Calling his name again softly, the voice already carried the most cowardly crying tone: "Lin...Rin Taro...don't scare me..."