Only Gojo Satoru doesn't know

The winter in Hokkaido is very cold, so cold that people who live in warm areas like Okinawa can hardly imagine.

The wind is carrying snow particles, which can cover a person with a layer of white in an instant.The scenery of this northern country is undoubtedly beautiful, but no matter what, you can't see it often.

Wujo Wuha let out a sigh of relief, and sat down on the snow.In fact, he also wanted to lie directly in the snow, anyway, there was no limit, no matter how heavy the snow was, it wouldn't touch him at all.

But he carried a bag of strawberries in his hand, and lying down directly might crush the strawberries.So forget it.

"Of course we have to eat strawberries in winter, they taste very good." With a groan, Gojo Satoru threw the washed strawberries into his mouth one by one.

But there was silence all around, except for Gojo Satoru's own echo, there were no other voices.

Gojo Satoru smiled and said, "I originally wanted to bring you some strawberries as a sacrifice, but when I came to the foot of the mountain, I realized that you don't like sweets."

He squatted in front of the short tombstone, the bandages on his eyes blocked his expression.

Looking at the cemetery, he propped his face with his hands, "Speaking of which, your face was a little unclear in the dream recently, I just remember that you were dressed in red and covered in blood."

Snow was floating all over the sky, the sky was gray, but the ground was extraordinarily bright because of the reflection of light in the snow.Gojo Satoru changed his hand to support his face, and tilted his head to look at the nameless tombstone.

"...It's been nine years."

In the past nine years, Gojo Satoru has always found some reason to come here, but not every time he has the time.

Sometimes when he just arrived in Hokkaido, he was told that a special magic spirit appeared in Tokyo; sometimes he was so tired that he could only go to the wooden house next to him to sleep and leave; sometimes he was like the person he is today Stay in front of the grave and do nothing.

The winter wind blew across the meadow and rolled up the snow, but this place was originally a forest, but now it has become a flat land.

After all, time can erase everything.

He squatted in front of the tomb with his legs crossed, with his head lowered, and said softly to the tombstone, "You Ji, what should you do if you are lost?"

No one can answer.

As the wind blew through the silent valley, Gojo Satoru tried hard to think about what answer Yuuki would give if he was still alive, but to no avail.

Everything is too blurry.

Obviously it is so painful, so people regret lifelong things.But when he thinks back to the past now, he just feels that everything is like a dream, blurred and far away.

The Truthists have declined rapidly over the years, Xia Youjie and 99 have drifted outside the world of magic, Nitrate and him are always tired, and the newborn children know nothing about the past.

It's been a long time since anyone mentioned Yuki in front of him.

It's not their fault, because even Wujo Wu himself is unwilling to talk to others.

Yuki's name is still wanted, probably except for him, only Niozi has vaguely noticed that Yuki is actually dead.

Maybe he shouldn't do this, he should tell them the news of You Ji's death, and let everyone in the high school come to worship at You Ji's tomb while they are still alive.

But he doesn't want to.

He didn't want others to know where You Ji was, he hoped that only he knew about this small place.It was as if Yuuki belonged to him only from beginning to end.

It's too much, obviously he can hardly remember, but Gojo Satoru still doesn't want to share this secret with anyone.

He would rather rot this matter in his stomach and take it to the grave, than let others come to see Yuuki, and don't want them to bother him and Yuuki.

The wind carried the snow and stayed within an inch of him, unable to move forward any further.

He squatted in front of the tombstone for a long time, reached out and took out his wallet from his pocket to open it.

In the wallet is a photo of him and Yuki taken in Okinawa. There is no blue sky and sea of ​​Okinawa in the photo, only a funny anime background.He and Yuuki squeezed into a small place, head to head, skin to skin.

Yuuki was still wearing the Hawaiian shirt he bought temporarily, and her fair skin showed a ruddy luster due to the exercise.

Gojo Satoru looked at this photo, at the familiar yet unfamiliar face on it.He kept this group photo in his bag all the time and rarely looked at it.

It should be said that he hadn't looked through Yuki's photos a few times in these years.

In my impression, Yuki is always smiling, but in this photo, the corners of her mouth are slightly down.Gojo Satoru looked at the photo, he thought Yuuki was beautiful like this, maybe Yuuki was more beautiful when she was smiling.But when he thought about it, he found that he couldn't remember what Yuki looked like when she was smiling.

The endless busyness paralyzed his nerves, and it was only by not thinking about those pains that he could breathe a little easier.

He is always busy, with many things to do, teaching, exorcising curse spirits, and reforming the magic world.

"I want to reset this decaying magic world." Gojo Satoru squatted in front of the tombstone and took out the photo sticker from his wallet.

Although he could kill the high-level people in the magic world, all the cursed or ordinary people, but he would not make such a choice.

"It won't work if you kill them directly like that. When one group dies, another group will come again." The wind and snow blew on his face, Gojo Satoru turned off the automatic no-lower-limit spell, and was stunned by the snow Face.

He stood up with the photo and said, "So I chose to go to a college to be a teacher to cultivate companions, isn't it strange? Haha, I also know that I am not suitable for teaching at all."

He laughed loudly, and stuffed his wallet back into his pocket, "But there's nothing I can do about it... There seems to be a good seedling in Tokyo, who can become a magician no less than me."

It will snow for a long time in Hokkaido in December. Gojo Satoru put the photo in front of the grave and held it down with a stone.

"...I probably won't come to see you again this year, see you next year." With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he greeted a friend with a familiar attitude.

He took a deep breath and took off the bandages on his eyes to watch the white mist turn cold.The white bandages fluttered between his fingers, and finally flew into the forest with the strong wind.

In the end, time will smooth everything out, and even the body is unwilling to remember those pains.But when he really wanted to forget the past, he began to hesitate on it again.

"Really, I'm obviously not the indecisive kind of person." He covered his face and pulled the corner of his mouth, sighing softly.Then turned around and left here.

When he gradually went away, the golden eyes that had never decayed in the mud-covered coffin suddenly jumped, as if a ghost had descended again.

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"I won't go out, I don't want to hurt anyone again." The boy in a white shirt squatted on the wooden chair and hugged himself tightly.

"But is it lonely alone? The curse on your body can save people if you use it properly." Looking at the boy who stayed under the spell and refused to go out, Gojo Satoru recalled the information about this boy.

Because of being cursed by the childhood sweetheart who loved him the most, he stayed away from his family and hurt others because of this. His life was tortured by these experiences.As a result, the child was only 16 years old, but his youth was almost taken away by this love.

"..." Gojo Satoru looked at Otoko Yuta who was getting more energetic, and suddenly smiled.He thought inappropriately, if Yuuki could be cursed, what would she look like?

Will it also become a curse spirit?Will you stay with him?None of these answers are known.

"Student Yi Gu, learn how to use power before making a decision." Gojo Gojo softened his tone.

On the night when he met Otoko Yuta, Gojo Satoru went out of the ordinary to order a glass of wine at the bar.He has a sweet tooth, drinks only non-alcoholic drinks in bars, and eats like a child.

Yuuki doesn't drink alcohol either, and always drinks sweet drinks like him.But in fact, she doesn't like sweets, just like she doesn't like drinking.

But why even if You Ji doesn't love her, she has to accompany him to eat something that doesn't suit her taste again and again?The etiquette teacher invited by Wutiao's family hoped that she could overcome the fact that she was pouring alcohol into her belly, and it was best to train her drinking capacity so that she could socialize well.

But Yuuki poured high-concentration spirits on the face of the etiquette teacher, and didn't do what the man said at all.

Gojo Satoru looked at the glass of attractively colored champagne in front of him, and felt that the color resembled Yuuki's eyes.He drank the wine in one gulp, feeling the burning and stinging pain.

The taste of alcohol is bitter and astringent, not at all mild and delicious like the drink.

It's really bad.

Not long after drinking, he ran to a corner outside the bar and vomited.My head was dizzy, and I couldn't think of anything.

The sunglasses on his face fell off, but he didn't want to pick them up.

The women passing by were amazed by his appearance and figure, and they all stepped forward to hand him paper and water, and helped him back to the bar to take advantage of the opportunity.His head was very dizzy, and alcohol, which was not suitable for him, made him unable to move.

Anyway, these women can't do anything and will leave soon, and he doesn't want to care about it, he just wants to be in a daze.

The boy named Otoko Yuta I saw today spent ten years with his childhood sweetheart even though he was cursed.

He and You Ji have also been together for ten years, now he unilaterally added another nine to the ten, but he is somewhat jealous of Yi Gu for no reason.

Being loved and protected like a childhood sweetheart.Obviously he and You Ji are also childhood sweethearts, but he has never felt this level of affection.

Really, it has always been just his one-man show.

Speaking of which, why did he like Yuki in the first place?Things like feelings have existed for too long and become a matter of course, even the reason has been forgotten.

Gojo Satoru grabbed the empty hand.

It's strange, he obviously wanted to see her smile.But looking back now, it was all the times when she wasn't smiling.

Yuuki is always in disguise, always wearing a mask.He has always known this, that's why he wanted to see her smile from the bottom of his heart, but Yuuki in his memory didn't have a smile.

"Wu, look at that." He took the wine handed by the woman and drank it in one gulp, but he felt as if he heard Yuuki's voice.

The golden champagne wetted his shirt, he followed the voice in a daze, and there seemed to be Youji's figure in the colorful lights.

She finally smiled again, overly warm and soft, just like the countless smiles in the recovered memory.

Gojo Satoru looked at the light, and the wine glass in his hand dropped unconsciously.

This smile...is obviously so sincere.

The sticky liquor hit his body, causing the white shirt to cling tightly to his muscles.He looked up at the bar while rubbing his painful forehead, and took a deep breath.

Maybe it was because they saw two people who were the same childhood sweetheart but completely different, or maybe it was because they drank alcohol.

This night he thought of Yuuki too many times, the blurred face buried deep in the memory was so clear.

Like he never forgot.

No, it should be said that he just never forgot.