The crossing point is the bedding of 5T5

It was a boy who looked about six or seven years old, with dark kimono, straight shoulders, white hair in the sun, reminiscent of the snow on the top of Mount Everest, pure and holy.

I hit him from the air, and he was caught off guard and fell into the mud.

"Ah! There are assassins!! Hurry up and protect Master Wu!!!"

The maid next to me let out a scream that was extremely uncomfortable to the ear, and I sat up dazedly clutching my stomach that was hurt by the impact, and I saw the boy raise his hand and point at the source of the harsh sound.

"It's noisy."

The unchanging voice was clear and pleasant, but the maid was like a chicken being strangled, forced to shut her mouth by some kind of force.

There was a dead silence all around, the maid knelt on the ground and shivered, and I was stunned by the antique Japanese-style building in front of me.

What's the situation, where am I?Is this Japanese?How can I understand?

After a while, what pulled me out of my stupor was a calm voice.

"Hey, auntie, you are very heavy."

I woke up suddenly, only to see a boy turning his head to look at me, with a pair of blue pupils with alienation from thousands of miles away, but the words he said were terribly direct: "I want to break me with my weight." feet?"

I lowered my head and found myself sitting on the tiptoes of the other party, and hurriedly retreated: "I'm sorry, don't worry about it."

"Of course it matters, it hurts."

The other party said bluntly.

Uh, whose child is this, he speaks so sharply ORZ.

I was thinking about whether to call an ambulance, when there were rustling footsteps not far away, and when I looked up, dark figures surrounded me, holding all kinds of weapons in their hands. scare ordinary citizens to death.

"Who, stand up!"

"No, I'm sorry."

I took a deep breath and got up from the ground. While slowly raising my hands in a gesture of surrender, I told the arrogant white-haired boy quickly: "Little brother, your nose is covered with mud."

Gojo Satoru:? !

Me: ^_^

That's it, I traveled to a different world, and the landing point was above Wujo Tuanzi Wu's head—falling objects from high altitudes is not a good thing, if it weren't for his excellent physical fitness and my full luck, I'm afraid I would be seriously injured on the spot .

The Wutiao family was very vigilant against this weird "thing" that appeared out of nowhere, and insisted on bringing me to justice and executing me in secret, so as to ensure the absolute safety of their family's rare Du Miao Miao. Single-handedly lifted me out of a life crisis.

"I said that she is just an ordinary person, will 'Six Eyes' still lie to me?"

The boy still has cute baby fat on his face, but the expression on his face is precocious indifference, with a bit of genius mocking fools: "I didn't see you crushing a few murderers who assassinated, but you are very good at catching them." Ordinary people who can't resist don't let go."

At the end of the matter, the middle-aged man who yelled the loudest blushed and let the boy take me away. When I walked out the door, I looked back and caught the hatred that the man had not had time to put away. Another jealous look.

"Thank you."

On the way back, I solemnly thanked the little white-haired boy, and told him the scene I just saw: "That man, he wants to harm you."

"It's okay," the other party raised his hand and waved it casually, and said in a statement tone without looking back, "the bugs on the ground are better than him, so there is nothing to worry about."

The boy's shoulders are straight, reminiscent of the small winter pine and cypress, tough and full of vitality. It is only as high as my waist, but it gives people a strong and reliable feeling. Those confrontations when we met were all my hallucinations.

However, soon, the facts told me that I thought too much.

After returning to the familiar Qingyou courtyard, the boy who had been walking in front suddenly turned around and waved for the others to back off.When there were only the two of us in the yard, he raised his hand and flicked the non-existent dust on his cuffs, showing an expression of "Okay, let's start now".

"From today onwards, you are my Gojo Satoru's maid."

He raised his chin, which was so small that it was 1.9 meters thick, and he said to me proudly: "Now, I order you to get down."

I:……? ? ?

What?what do you say?

Why can't I understand?

"Tch, forget it, you squat down."

In my eyes full of question marks, the white-haired boy blinked his pale blue eyes, and then changed his words.

This can still be done.

I obediently knelt down in front of him, signaling that the other party could talk about what was going on.

However, in the next moment, what I greeted was not words, but a mass of wet mud, which was just stuck in the center of my face.

I:? ! ? ! ? !

You meow, why! ! !

"Okay, let's go."

In the rush, the boy withdrew his muddy hands, turned back to the room calmly, and before closing the door, he deliberately raised his voice and added: "Remember to bring me dinner."

Bring you a big head ghost!Would you like to eat dirt?

I rushed to the small pond in the yard, splashed the water frantically and washed my face. Relying on the repeated "he's just a child" in my heart, I just resisted the urge to kick open the door and drag out some kid to muddy.

The above is the initial story of me and my childhood Gojo Satoru.

It was also the first time I remembered after many years. In a real sense, it was the first time I met Gojo Satoru.

I worked as a maid for the seven-year-old Gojo Satoru for half a year, put on a kimono embroidered with his exclusive pattern, served him tea and water, and watched him kill wave after wave of assassins.

Maybe it was because of the mud incident at the beginning, the cold and arrogant young master Wutiao outside was just a little devil in front of me, he would think of various tricks to toss me, and I would fight back with various moves, we were fighting each other, happy This is not that.

In my spare time, I would accompany him to sit in the empty and dead yard, watching the birds flying far into the sky to pass the time.

He can't get out, and I can't get out. Every time the immature "Six Eyes" leaves the barrier of the Gojo family, it's a bloodbath, and I'm just a black household maid whose life is in danger.

We are two prisoners, bound in this bizarre and unscientific world.

One day, after killing two curse masters who broke through the barrier and assassinated them again, the white-haired boy pulled me up to the eaves of the roof.

"Hey, when I can kill all the idiots, let's go see Mount Fuji together."

In the courtyard, he pointed to the faint mountains in the distance, and said to me: "I heard that the cherry blossoms there are very beautiful, and the cherry blossom ice cream is also delicious."

"Then Wu Jun has to pick a good time. If you miss April, you can only wait another year."

I said with a smile.

"Hey, if you can't see Mount Fuji, let's go to Hokkaido. It's colder there, and the cherry blossoms must bloom later."

"Yeah."

In the midsummer of that year, the sun above his head was blazing and brilliant, and the boy's eyes were more beautiful than the pure sky above his head, which was unforgettable.

So much so that when we were plotted against and faced with the siege of the curse spirit, I pushed away Xiao Wutiao, who was being attacked in the stomach and back, and fell down clutching the blood gushing chest. When I saw his expression of bewilderment for the first time, the first sentence I said was , It turned out to be: "I can't accompany you to see the cherry blossoms."

"Okay, don't sleep, someone will come soon."

The boy wiped the blood foam from the corner of my mouth and repeated: "Don't sleep."

"Well...I don't...sleep..."

The feeling of life passing by is no stranger to me. I said something that I didn’t even believe myself, but I was still plunged into darkness after all...

Like having an extremely long dream, I opened my eyes from the darkness.

In the quiet cabin, warm fingertips gently wiped away the liquid dripping from the corners of my eyes. The grown-up boy looked at me intently with his incomparable blue eyes, and asked in a low-pitched magnetic voice after changing his voice: "Do you want to do it?" Nightmare?"

And I just looked at him for a long, long time, and finally laughed.

"Five enlightenments."

Cherry blossoms are beautiful.