Only 100 days left in life

After Fu Heihui asked this sentence, he saw the man in front of him twitching his mouth, looking very impatient.

After glancing at the black-haired student who was dressed neatly in the high school uniform, Fu Heisher lazily lay back and let the hideous wound be torn open again, "I think I think it's Fuhesher, I don't really remember."

It seems that whether it is the kid from the Wutiao family or the black-haired kid in front of him, geniuses always emerge in endlessly.It was so boring.

Hmm, but the kid in front of me looks familiar.

Fu Heisher turned away with a root of grass in his mouth.

Forget it, it doesn't matter.Nothing to do with him.

Fu Heihui frowned upon hearing this name, "Is the surname Fu Hei so common?"

Moreover, what is it like?Is this guy so uncertain about his own name?It's really unreliable.

"Huh? Are you okay?" Fuheshier replied casually, "I don't know."

He let out a sigh of relief, showing an attitude of refusal to cooperate with the student, "Anyway, don't ask me, brat."

On the other side, Zenyuan Maki, who was holding a spell tool, stretched and walked over.

"Did you ask something, Fuhei?" she said. "Is this guy a curser?"

"No, Senior Sister of the Zen Academy," Fu Heihui replied, "At present, I only know his name is Fu Heisher. It should not be a curse master, it seems that he has no magic power. But the wound on his body"

He sent another message to Shiratori Mariko, and then looked at Zenyuan Maki, "Shiratori said that Mr. Wujo has come out, and it should be resolved soon."

Fu Heisher, who turned around again, realized that the "Fu Hei" was not calling himself.

It was rare for him to be serious, looking at the black-haired boy in front of him, trying to see something from his face.

To be honest, apart from the fact that this kid is a little thinner and not as tall as him, he is just a little too white.

Well, speaking of which, what's your son's name?

Fuheshier actually couldn't remember it.Seems like a gift of grace, right?

"I told you not to call me Zenyuan, just call me Maki. But, what?" Hearing Fu Heihui's words, Maki sighed, looking quite helpless, "Is this name so common?"

She remembered that there was a similar relative in the Chanyuan family who seemed to have this name, but it was only mentioned by her father by chance, and she couldn't remember clearly.Forget it, just give up if you can't think of it.

Without further thinking about it, Chanyuan Maki patted Fu Heihui on the shoulder, "Since this is the case, let's go, Fu Hei."

"Oh, yes," she looked at the people on the ground again, "wait a minute."

Although he didn't know the origin of this guy very well, Zenyuan Maki still kindly reminded, "Uncle, do you want to hide somewhere else? We are leaving, and the nearby curse spirits may wander over, it is not safe."

Fuheshier who was called uncle: Tsk.

"Forget it," he stood up slowly, "I'll go with you."

"By the way, is your name Fu Heihui, kid?"

Fu Hei Hui stopped in his tracks.

"You know me?" He asked a little suspiciously.

"Ah, it should be," Fu Heisher said casually, "After all, according to my blood relationship, it should be yours—"

"Oh! I remembered!" Chanyuan Maki, who was walking in front, turned around, looked at Fu Heisher, and blurted out, "You, are you that one! Chanyuan Shier! I know you!"

When she was serving her son-in-law, she would occasionally hear something from her servants about the magician killer who betrayed the family.And I can always hear that my name is often compared with him, and I finally come to a conclusion of "that's it".

"No," Fuheshier, who was interrupted, denied the answer, "it's Fuheshier."

He folded his arms around his chest and looked at Fu Heihui, "Anyway, well, I'm your real father."

This sentence was light and fluffy, but it shocked everyone present.

"Huh?" Yuzu Yujin scratched his hair, "It doesn't look like it - Fuhei is much whiter."

"So," Pang Da looked at Fu Heihui, then at Fu Hei Shier, "it's not the knotweed that emits hormones this time, but you, Fu Hei?"

What is going on in the first grade? Before there was the knotweed that attracted the "brother", and then there was Yoshino who attracted the "curse", and now there is another Fuhei whose father suddenly ran out

"I have no money," Fu Heihui ignored the joke and frowned.

He said bluntly, "Thanks to you, I'm still in debt. Do whatever you want, but don't come to me."

For Fu Heihui, this father, whom he had never seen since he could remember, and who only kept him in other women's homes, was nothing to Fu Heihui, not to mention bringing him happiness, it only brought him trouble.

Appearing now, probably to ask for money, but whether it's fooling around with other people, or wandering around to live his messy private life, don't come to him.no money.

Sanlun Xia, who was still sending messages to Ange Ji, bowed her head and followed behind, was shocked by the huge amount of information, and her hands trembled, "Is Fu Hei also short of money?"

It was just the effort of this sentence, when she lowered her head again, Miwa Xia saw that her mobile phone communication interface not only mistakenly touched Shiratori Mariko, but also invited the other party to make a call.

But at this moment, Sanlunxia staggered subconsciously because of something she stepped on, and took out the phone, flying straight towards Fuheshier not far away at a speed that she couldn't stop.

Sanlunxia tearfully stretched out her hand to grab it, "No, my phone——"

The mobile phone she bought at a huge price! ! ! !

Fu Heisher just took a breath and caught the phone that was thrown at him.

He glanced at the name on the phone, and heard a strange female voice from inside, "This is Mariko Shiratori. Miwa, what's the matter? Is there something wrong with you?"

"No, no, no, it's okay!" Sanlunxia hurriedly rushed to the side of Fu Heisher, reaching for her mobile phone, "Sir, please give me back the mobile phone! Please!"

After hanging up the call from Kasumi Miwa, Mariko Shiratori sighed.

She always feels a little uneasy, but if she really finds out why she is uneasy, she feels a little ridiculous.

"Just now I thought Shiratori would go with Mr. Gojo and the others." After closing the door of his own house, Fei Jia sat back on his seat, "After all, you seem to be very worried about other people."

He fiddled with the brand new induction cooker with ease, and set up the reserved pot bottom, "In this case, it would be better to go over and have a look?"

Turning around and walking towards the kitchen, Shiratori Mariko paused, "Is it that obvious?"

She was a little surprised by Fei Jia's sensitivity, "I thought my anxiety wasn't so prominent?"

"It's a feeling." Fei Jia propped his chin with one hand, "It just feels like Shiratori is not happy."

"Don't worry about me, it doesn't matter if you eat later," he said gently, "Would you like to take a look?"

Shiratori Mariko turned to look at him, and smiled, "Not yet."

"Although I'm really worried about them," she turned on the faucet again and washed the vegetables Fei Jia brought, "however, I think it's better for me to stay at home."

Not out of fear or dread, just a feeling that "it would be better this way".

While thinking about things, she was absent-mindedly washing the dishes, completely unaware that the water in the sink was full and spilled out along the counter, soaking her apron and shoes.

Fei Jia sighed, stood up, and walked to Mariko Shiratori.

"Let me come," he took the dish with an irresistible force, "You should rest for a while, Shiratori."

Mariko Shiratori subconsciously held the dish in her hand.

"No, it's still me"

"It's all right," Fedya said softly, "we're friends, aren't we?"

After saying this, he clearly felt that Mariko Shiratori had been hit by something, and slowly let go of her hand.

"Yes," Shiratori Mariko nodded, "Then I'll leave it to you, Fedya."

She breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned on the counter to wait for Fei Jia to finish the rest of the food before taking them together.

From this angle, Mariko Shiratori can clearly see Fei Jiabai's image as a misty layer of fog against the backdrop of the setting sun.

His slender fingers and green vegetable leaves were being rinsed under the running water, his movements did not seem to be washing vegetables, but rather fiddled with some musical instrument.

It was the first time for Mariko Shiratori to look at Fei Jia's appearance so carefully.

In fact, he is not the kind of kind and gentle appearance. On the contrary, his jaw line is tightened, and both the brow and cheekbones are sharp and sharp. It seems that he is untouchable and difficult to approach. When laughing, it seems to be able to reveal a bit of coldness from the bone.

Feeling the hard-to-ignore gaze on him, Fei Jia turned to look at Shiratori Mariko and smiled.

"What's wrong?" He asked thoughtfully, "Is there any problem?"

Shiratori Mariko shook her head.

She cheered up, "Let's eat first."

Anyway, put these things aside for now.

The hot soup is rolling in the pot, overflowing with a rich fragrance.

Shiratori Mariko simply added the ingredients with serving chopsticks, and then held down the guy next to her to let the ingredients cook for a while with the lid on.

If two or three friends cook such a pot of food in summer, eat hot pot with the air conditioner blowing on it, occasionally look at the scenery outside the window, and then go for a walk in this twilight and sunset summer day, blowing the wind, it is a boundless enjoyment .

But now the problem is-

"Shiratori, is the dish ready~" Gojo Satoru clasped his hands together, "I'm really hungry after I get rid of those messy things like curse spirits!"

That's right, this white-haired blindfolded man brought all the first-grade students here, plus four students, and squeezed together next to the sofa in her house. Not only did he bring his own ingredients, but he also brought his own cooking pot. Looking forward to the time to eat.

"I told you to wait a little longer," Mariko Shiratori said helplessly.

She put the chopsticks on the empty plate, "If you eat it before it's cooked, you will have diarrhea."

"That's true," Fu Heihui said, and by the way, he stretched out his chopsticks to block Wujo Wu, who was about to lift the lid of the pot quietly, "Teacher Wujo."

"Sneaky eating is absolutely not allowed!" Knotabagi Yuhito said very bluntly, "We have to say nooooooo to this kind of behavior——"

Yoshino Junpei at the side moved his medicated wrist a little unaccustomed, "That's right!"

"That is to say," Nagasaki Yarose coughed, "don't listen to this idiot, Shiratori."

Shiratori Mariko was surrounded by five people, and there was no place for the next person to squeeze.

Went downstairs to buy drinks, came back and found that Fei Jia could not find his seat, sitting in a corner away from Shiratori Mariko, maintaining a polite smile, with a single pot in front of him.

Compared with the hustle and bustle of Shiratori Mariko, this place looks almost desolate.

He just, shouldn't, walk away.hateful.