After exposing myself, I was approached by my best friend

Kyoto, Shangjing, Wujo house.

The elegant courtyard is full of plants, the stream flows, the rockery stands tall, and the bamboo tubes filled with water by the pool are turned over and knocked on the stones by the pond, making a crisp "boom" sound, and the cycle repeats.

On the wooden corridor, one person sat alone pouring wine, and the servant gently placed the tray next to the other person, and knelt quietly beside him.

The entire courtyard could only hear the sound of the slowly flowing stream and the occasional chirping of birds. The quiet atmosphere lasted for a long time until it got dark and the sun set.

The hard and rigid face was dyed with a warm color, and the head of Wutiao, who had been silent for a long time, put down his wine glass, and his deep voice sounded on the wooden corridor.

"Zhongbang, you are mistaken, he is not."

The servant named Zhongbang raised his head. It was a very ordinary face full of signs of time. He looked at the majestic back of the Patriarch with a little astonishment in his eyes.

"But... But, Master Patriarch!" He said hastily, with an anxious expression, "But that person's appearance and wife—"

"Zhongbang." Patriarch Wutiao's tone sank a bit, "It's been 17 years."

Hearing this, the servant froze in place.

"... Has it been 17 years...?" He muttered to himself, sat back in his original seat, hunched over, and the light in his eyes gradually went out.

"It's been 17 years..."

"That child died two years ago."

The servant fell silent completely, picked up the jug and poured new wine into the empty glass, and the Patriarch Gojo stopped talking, staring at the silent courtyard.

The entire courtyard regained its silence.

At the corner, a slender figure who had stood for a long time turned and left, the tail of silver-white hair swinging in a beautiful arc in the air.

Wujo Qing thinks so.

In the previous life, I and the young master were probably life and death enemies who would never die.

Or the kind where he owed the other party blood and deep vengeance.

Otherwise, why would he be taken out of the bed early in the morning before dawn, and taken to an inexplicable place to suffer from the cold.

In the early morning, the temperature was low, and he was taken to a gazebo in a lake surrounded by water. The cold wind blew by. Wutiao Qing, who was only wearing a thin coat, rubbed his throbbing forehead, resisted the urge to curse, and spoke nicely. She asked him, "young master, what's the matter with you so early?"

"Or how about saying hello in advance next time you come over?"

What's wrong with this family?

Talking and doing things one by one does not follow the common sense, why can't I just say something?

"Don't move." Wujo Satoru, with a completely different serious expression than usual, pushed him on the stone bench in the pavilion, took a few steps back, took out a scroll-shaped thing from his sleeve, and unfolded his eyes on the scroll. The people in the pavilion kept moving.

On the scroll, a woman in plain clothes is sitting in the same gazebo, her long black and beautiful hair is like fine silk.

The age is too long, and the picture scroll is a little yellowed, but it can be seen that this is a picture scroll drawn with love.

The pattern of the women's clothes on the scroll is lifelike, and the long hair is even more distinct. The woman with a gentle smile has a beautiful face, her slightly drooping cat eyes are full of soft light, and the corners of her mouth are slightly raised to look at the painter. , It makes people calm down and feel soft.

After waiting for a long time, seeing the other party holding the scroll in a daze, Wu Tiaoqing, who was shivering from the cold, just wanted to hit him.

"Young master, how long do you need?" He smirked, and the curvature of the corner of his mouth was so stiff that it could be seen at a glance that he was in a very bad mood.

"..." Gojo Satoru didn't speak, put away the scroll and put it back in his sleeve, walked up to the opponent with long legs and squatted halfway, a pair of blue eyes that were crystal clear like fine gemstones clearly reflected his face pale like white paper youth.

He didn't speak, just stared at him quietly, as if he was describing his facial features with his eyes.

Wutiaoqing: ...

Are you busy? !

Wujo Qing gritted his teeth secretly, and even wanted to control the other party to wake up in the lake next to him.

"Little Master."

He yelled word by word, almost unable to control his urge to beat the opponent violently.

What the hell is wrong!

Gojo Satoru finally moved. He stretched out his hand and caressed that beautiful face with no trace of blood.

"..." He murmured, his voice was too small to hear clearly, and his eyes were a little out of focus.

Wu Tiaoqing: ...May I ask if you have lost your mind?

Wujoqing, who was so angry that his nerves began to ache, sighed deeply, the coolness around him was brought up by the wind, and it was bitingly cold, his lips and teeth trembled, his voice softened, and he forced a smile: "Little master, what can we do?" Can you go back and talk about it first? I'm a little cold."

Gojo Satoru seemed to be finally called back to his senses, his eyes began to focus, he watched the other person's thin body trembling slightly, pursed his lower lip, took off his outer robe and put it on him, with the same expression on his face as usual, He smiled and said, "Qing, you are so weak~"

Wutiaoqing: ...

He stretched out his hand expressionlessly.

The ice-like hand stuck into his clothes, Gojo Satoru was so cold that he almost jumped up.

"Are you a snow girl? Why are you so cold?!"

"Young master." Wu Tiaoqing withdrew his hand, his face was reddish, his eyes were watery, and he smiled lightly: "I have not been in good health since I was a child, and I can't stand the cold. Once I catch cold, I will be seriously ill, so I will be in trouble next time." From where you brought me out, bring me back."

Gojo Satoru was slightly stunned, before he could recover from the sudden rise of beauty, he saw the opponent's body leaning towards him as if unconsciously.

The robe he had just put on fell on the ground, and after he caught him, he realized that the young man's eyes were closed, his brows were slightly frowned, his face flushed unnaturally, his hands were extremely cold, but his forehead was terribly hot .

Gojo Satoru's pupils contracted, and it was rare that he picked up the scattered robes and wrapped him up in a panic, and carried him back quickly towards Abe's house.

Woke up early in the morning by the white tiger. When he woke up, he found that the well-behaved person was not only taken out for a while while he was asleep, but also fell ill with a high fever immediately after returning.

Abe Seimei's forehead was throbbing, and he was tired of arranging for the little paper man to boil hot water to fry herbs, and asked the boy to bring an extra bedding, and told him and Tianhou to take care of him, and then walked out of the room expressionlessly.

Outside the room door, the young master, who has always been full of energy and likes to make troubles, is sitting there obediently, his playful ponytail seems to be stretched out, and it is draped softly on his shoulders. A kitten who wraps himself in a furball.

"..." Abe Seimei sighed, rubbing the center of his brows, "Wu, can you tell me why you took people out so early in the morning? Qing's injuries haven't healed yet, he's weak and can't stand the cold, what can you not do?" Did the mansion say or ask him to wear more clothes before taking him out?"

"... Seimei." Gojo Satoru glanced behind him, the young man was covered with several quilts, with a wet towel for cooling his forehead, his face was flushed, and his breathing became much more rapid.

"Is he in poor health?" Although I have always heard from the other party that he was not in good health when he was a child, except that his face is paler than ordinary people, he looks healthy in other places. Can fall ill.

"It's not a question of whether it's good or bad." Abe Seimei sat on the wooden porch, turned sideways and looked into the room. "Probably due to congenital deficiencies. My family has helped me recuperate them. It's just that the problems I've had since birth are not so easy to solve. The resistance is much worse than that of ordinary people. It's nothing to pay attention to at ordinary times."

"I thought you had discovered it a long time ago." He sighed tiredly, looking at Wujo Wu with a little helplessness in his eyes. "Because of his cold body, the temperature on his body has always been lower than that of ordinary people, and he is also tightly wrapped in summer. Don't tell me you haven't noticed."

"..."

Did not notice.

Although he and Wu Tiaoqing have known each other for a long time, they have only recently become acquainted. The young master has never cared about what clothes other people wear, and has no physical contact. Naturally, he has not noticed that the other party's body temperature is always low, which can be regarded as private. matter.

Yesterday I wanted the old man not to interfere in his affairs casually, but I didn't expect to hear the conversation between the old man and Zhongbang.Gojo Satoru was a little concerned about the unfinished sentence in their mouths, especially the mention of 'madam'.

He had never met his mother, who passed away when he was very young, and the only portrait was put in the study by the old man like a treasure, and no one was allowed to approach, even Gojo Satoru.

In the morning, taking advantage of the fact that the old man was drunk and unconscious last night, Gojo Satoru ran into the study and stole the portrait. After looking at it, he found nothing wrong. Then he thought of what the two said, so he went straight to Abe Zhai got the person out, and deliberately found a place that was very similar to the environment in the portrait for comparison.

I didn't expect to make people sick.

Looking at the unstable person in a coma, Wujo Satoru, who was always used to himself, felt a little guilty and guilty, and there were still some unexplainable complex emotions in his heart.

"Qingming, do you think there are people in this world who have nothing to do with each other but look alike?"

"..." Abe Seimei was speechless for a moment, looking into his eyes as if written: "What nonsense are you talking about, isn't it normal to look similar?" '

"There are so many wonders in the world, let alone similarities, maybe there is a person who looks exactly like you living in a place you don't know."

"Tell me." He closed the door, and sat sideways in front of Gojo Wujo, meeting those empty eyes, "Who does Qing look like, you lost your sense of proportion."

Although Wujo Satoru usually escapes, he is not completely out of his mind when doing things. It should be that there is something he cares about that disturbs his emotions.

The door was closed and no one could be seen inside. Gojo Satoru looked away, lowered his head and said nothing, Abe Seimei waited patiently.

After a while, Gojo Satoru raised his hand and rubbed his cheek vigorously, shook his head, his long silver ponytail flicked behind him, he raised his head with a smile: "I'm going back today, I think I still have something to do."

"Tell Qing for me, I'll take him to Misakaya to have a big meal when he gets better."

Gojo Satoru got up and jumped into the courtyard, waved his hands, kicked his feet, jumped to the roof, and disappeared outside the fence in two or three strokes.

Abe Seimei: ...

He has nothing to do with this young master who does his own way, but...

Abe Seimei lowered his head, staring coolly at the kitty lying on the wooden porch.

After waiting for too long to find that there was nothing wrong with him, Bai Hu, who was so big that he had already fallen asleep, felt a chill in his heart, and suddenly shivered.