After exposing myself, I was approached by my best friend

In the blink of an eye, Wu Tiaoqing was brought to a strange street.

"What did you eat to grow up, so light?" Wujo Wutiao shook the person in his hand, a little disgusted.

Wutiaoqing: ...

"Young master." He sighed deeply, rubbing his throbbing forehead. "Can you let me down first, everyone around has seen it."

At such a big age, this is the first time he has been hugged by a princess in the street. He has never been so embarrassing. Does this young master have a grudge against him?

Gojo Satoru put the man down and stroked his chin. "Angry?"

"No." Wutiaoqing smirked.

Gojo Satoru leaned in front of him with a smile, bent down, and looked at him, his eyes under the white gauze were smiling. "I found out, every time you are angry, your smile becomes very fake, and you speak in a weird way, and you like to use honorifics."

Now that you've found out, shouldn't you reflect on yourself? What's the matter with this optimistic expression?

It's confirmed, this young master has never been severely beaten.

He took two steps back speechlessly, opening the distance between them.

"If you're all right, I'm going to deliver an umbrella to Qingming."

At this moment, the sky is already covered with dark clouds, and it looks like it will rain soon, so he doesn't need to send this umbrella any longer.

"Do you know where Seimei is?" Gojo Satoru stood up straight, "I know, if you ask me, I can take you to Seimei~"

I wouldn't have known if you weren't here.

Wujo Qing resisted the desire to turn around, raised the corners of his mouth, smiled slightly, and softened his voice, "Please, my little master~"

The tone was long, and the lingering voice made people's bones numb and their ears soft. Gojo Wu took a deep breath, and took two steps back with a toothache on his face, "You speak normally!"

Wujo Qing looked at him harmlessly, his clear eyes were like a clear spring, the water shone brightly, the ends of his eyes and brows were slightly drooping, revealing a pitiful look, just looking at him made people feel a kind of him. The illusion of being able to cry at any time makes people unable to help but think about how attractive the other person's eyes will be when their eyes are slightly red and teary.

"It's really boring." Gojo Satoru stopped the messy thoughts in his head in time, turned his head and waved his hands, and said in an unnatural voice: "Let's go, I'll take you to Qingming."

Thankfully, they found Seimei Abe before it rained.

Gojo Kiyoshi came out with two umbrellas, and Abe Seimei still needed to go back to the dormitory to hand in some tasks, so he and Gojo Satoru were asked to go home first, and he took the umbrella and left with his colleagues.

Probably because he was concerned about his injuries, the young master offered to hold an umbrella. When he returned to Abe's house, Wu Tiaoqing realized that the man's shoulders were wet.

Tianhou found a clean set of underwear and sent it over, and urged people to take a bath and change out of the wet clothes, so as not to suffer from the wind and cold.

The young master ran out with wet hair after taking a shower, and Wu Tiaoqing picked up the towel and walked to him.

"Why don't you dry it before coming out."

Maybe it's because autumn is approaching, the rain is chilly, and when the wind blows, people can't help but shake their spirits.

"No." Wutiao Wuli said confidently, "There are servants at home, this young master has never done such a thing."

Wutiaoqing: ...All right.

For the sake of the young master holding an umbrella for him all the way.

The strength on the head was very appropriate, and the touch of rubbing against the scalp was drowsy. Wujo Satoru narrowed his eyes in enjoyment, like a big cat being groomed.

"Qing, do you often wipe other people's hair? Such a good technique." He asked lazily.

"I often help the old man at home, I'm used to it." Wu Tiaoqing replied softly, and kept drying her long wet hair carefully with her hands.

"Speaking of which, I haven't heard you mention your family members yet, why don't you tell me?" Gojo Satoru raised his head back, his beautiful ice blue eyes were full of curiosity.

"Don't move around." Wu Tiaoqing pushed his head back helplessly. "Nothing worth mentioning, but if you want to hear it."

"There are a lot of people in the family, which can barely be regarded as a big family. Besides the elders, there are many brothers. I am the youngest in the family, and I was not in good health when I was young, so I was more indulgent."

"The relationship is close on weekdays, and the days are ordinary, and there is nothing worth mentioning."

"As for the parents, parents always have something to say, right? For example, what they do, what their personality is like, whether they usually quarrel or not."

Wutiaoqing paused for a moment, then said calmly with his usual expression, "I don't know, they were gone when I was very young."

"Let's not talk about personality, I don't even know what she looks like."

The hair was almost dry, Wu Tiaoqing folded the towel aside, and waited for the little paper figurine to come to clean it up, and then knelt down on the tatami.

Realizing that he seems to have asked a question that shouldn't be asked, Gojo Satoru opened his mouth, wanting to say something to save him, but seeing the other person's gentle expression as usual, he couldn't help asking: "Aren't you sad?"

Wu Tiaoqing sighed, and looked at him helplessly: "Young Master, I haven't seen them before."

"...That's right." Wujo Wu rubbed his nose, feeling that he had asked a stupid question. In order to save face, he suggested: "Do you want to meet them? If you haven't reincarnated, you can ask Qingming to help you call back the soul. Let you meet your parents."

"……no need."

Gojo Kiyo lowered his eyes, looking a little disappointed, his long eyelashes blocked his sight, making it difficult for people to see the emotions inside. Therefore, Gojo Satoru didn't see the flash of indifference inside.

My aunt said that his line of kinship is still there, so even Seimei Abe would have no way to recruit the souls of living people.

He looked up and smiled. "The deceased has passed away, so don't bother me casually."

Gojo Satoru supported his head and tilted his head to look at him. After a while, he suddenly said, "Qing, you've been drinking secretly again."

The tone is very certain.

Wutiaoqing: ...

Not long after, Abe Seimei also came back, and there was another person behind him.

"Seimei, welcome home." Gojo Kiyoshi took the umbrella in his hand, and Abe Seimei replied softly, "Well, I'm back."

"Qing, can't you see that I'm so big?" Minamoto grabbed Abe Seimei's shoulder and complained, Gojo Kiyo looked as usual, and said with a smile: "How come, Boya, long time no see."

"You are such a thick-skinned person standing there, and you are not blind. How can you not see?" Gojo Goku rolled his eyes, and Yuan Boya choked on what he said, and he slammed the opponent's shoulder angrily, " Who can compare to you, if you stand there and don't know it, you will think that the wooden stake has become a spirit."

Gojo Satoru stood up straight, with a smile on his face: "No way, I have an inherent advantage, so I can't envy you."

As he said that, he even gestured twice with his hands, his smug expression made Yuan Boya choked up.

Onlooker Wujo Qing: May I ask how old are you?

"Okay." Abe Seimei rubbed his forehead, completely helpless with these two, and said helplessly: "Stop standing at the door, go in and talk."

He led the people to the main room, and Yuan Boya gave the paper bag wrapped in his hand to the little paper figurine.He happened to have nothing to do today, and met Qingming on the road, and heard that Gojo Satoru was also there, thinking that he hadn't seen him for a while, so he ran over to catch up with everyone, and condolences to Gojo Qing's injury by the way.

"It's much better, and there is no problem with daily activities." Several people sat on the tatami in the main room and chatted while enjoying the rain. Hearing Yuan Boya's words, Wujo Qing frowned. "Speaking of which, I haven't thanked Boya properly. Fortunately, you are here. Thank you for saving me and the boy."

Yuan Boya waved his hand, looking depressed. "Also, if I had arrived earlier, you wouldn't have been injured so badly, so let's forget about this thank you."

"How can you say that." Wu Tiaoqing was a little helpless.

Yuan Boya shrugged. He was unwilling to accept this thank you anyway. He even felt a little guilty about that incident. Before Qingming left, he asked him to take care of the two of them, but in the end he almost saw something wrong.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there was a patter of rain outside the house, and it was chilly. Tian Hou made hot tea, and the yokan brought by Yuan Boya was also brought over.

Eat a mouthful of sweet yokan, paired with a bit of bitter hot tea, while admiring the courtyard that presents another beautiful scene on a rainy day, while chatting with a few friends from all over the world, the years are quiet and heartbreaking, just Even the passage of time seemed to slow down.

Listening to the rhythmic sound of rain, Yuan Boya suddenly became interested, and asked Tianhou for a flute and walked to the door.

The sound of the flute is long and long, as if playing in ensemble with the sound of rain, sometimes gently, sometimes high, the more the rain falls, the more exciting the sound of the flute.

Gojo Satoru was very excited when he heard this, clapped his hands, stood up and walked to the middle.

The long snow-white hair undulates in the air like a white gauze, and the slender young man dances gracefully, with his long sleeves flipped up and down in his gestures, removing his usual unruly look, coupled with a dignified dancing posture, the handsome face that is different from ordinary people looks like a The gods come to the world and dance for all living beings.

The heavy rain outside the house seemed to become a curtain, and the two people, who were moving and still, merged with the stage of nature.

Gojo Kiyoshi and Abe Seimei sat aside and watched quietly, Ma Yedouji sat behind them, silently reviewing the incantation, Tianhou smiled slightly, and quietly exited the room, ready to go to the kitchen to make more supper.

After playing for a while, Gojo Satoru didn't want to jump anymore, so he stretched his waist, walked to sit between the two of them, and picked up the teacup in front of him.

"Wait—" Wu Tiaoqing raised his hand to stop him but was a step too late, the movement attracted the attention of several others, the flute stopped, and Yuan Boya came over.

"what happened?"

Wutiaoqing covered his face and sighed, the face of the young master sitting next to him was distorted, and his throat rolled subconsciously.

After a while, a blush rose on the handsome face, and the teacup fell on the tatami, and the transparent liquid inside spilled out, giving off a strong aroma of wine.

Abe Seimei paused, put down his teacup, and stared at Wujo Kiyoshi quietly.

The person being stared at silently turned sideways.

A strong and powerful arm stretched out from the side, his body leaned back involuntarily, Wu Tiaoqing's eyes widened, and his injured back hit his hard chest, causing him to turn pale with pain.

"Qing~ play with me~~" The furry head rubbed against his cheek, and the sticky tone of voice showed that the person beside him was already insane, and the slender limbs were like iron tongs, trapping him tightly.

The peaceful atmosphere of the years was broken in an instant, and Abe Seimei and Yuan Boya hurriedly got him out of Gojo Satoru's arms.

The scabbed wound opened, blood soon oozes from the clothes, Gojo Kiyoki let Seimei re-bandage him with a stern face.

It's confirmed, he really has an enmity with this young master.

On the other hand, Yuan Boya was still struggling to suppress Gojo Satoru who was swaying around.