I live longer than the incomparable

When the school bell rang, the children in the school packed their schoolbags.

This is a private school, and it can be regarded as one of the best places in terms of teaching resources and teachers' qualifications. Because of this, most of the students who can enroll in it are not children from ordinary families.

It happened to be Teacher Ito who was in the last class. He stayed in the classroom for a while because he packed up his things. After he packed up his things and raised his face, he realized that there was only one child left in the classroom.

The child was wearing a white shirt and black suspenders, and the little leather shoes under the desk were polished to a shine. He was a boy who was more delicate and cute than the little girls in the class.

But now he lowered his head, didn't pack his schoolbag, and stared at the desk with the textbooks spread out as if he had been wronged.

"What's wrong?" Teacher Ito walked down from the podium, stood beside the boy and asked with concern: "Is someone bullying you?"

The little boy shook his head, packed his things without saying a word, put his schoolbag on his back, and bowed his head to say goodbye to Mr. Ito.

He has always been a very polite and nice boy.

It's just... Mr. Ito looked at the direction he left with some concern - this child has always been preoccupied.

Probably related to the family environment.When thinking of this, Mr. Ito also thought of his family members whom he only met at the beginning of school.

When the school started, it happened to be rainy, and the handsome couple brought the child to the school. What they wore on their faces was a perfect and delicate smile that could not find any faults.

Teacher Ito's intuition has always been very accurate. When he saw the couple, he also saw the false masks on their faces.What happens to children who grow up in that environment...

All Mr. Ito could do was to sigh and say a few words of regret.

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Although Oni Wu Tsuji drove a car when he left, but the family actually had a spare car, and the rotating driver happened to be still in the annex, which saved Babaichuni a lot of trouble.

The car stopped near the school gate, Yabaichuni got out of the car deliberately, and stood at the school gate waiting for Inosuke to leave school, but she waited for a long time, until there were only a few sporadic figures at the school gate, and still did not see Inosuke's figure.

I was a little puzzled and wanted to go to his classroom to find him. As soon as I had such an idea, I saw a boy carrying a schoolbag coming from the teaching building.

"Inosuke?"

The little boy who was walking towards the school gate was staring at the toe of his shoe with his head drooping. He raised his face when he heard someone call his name. He blinked and looked at the person with some surprise: "Mother?"

Seeing his appearance, Babaichuni knelt down and touched his cheek, asking him softly what happened at school.

A forced smile appeared on Inosuke's face, and he shook his head obediently and said it was nothing.

Because the eight hundred bhikkhunis have the special characteristic of not aging, if you don't know the identities of their mother and child, and just look at their appearance, it is common to mistake them for siblings.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni asked again: "Is there really no one?"

Inosuke still shook his head with a smile.

Yabaichuni stood up and took his hand, and took him back to the car, where he was still worried when sitting beside him in the car: "Can't Inosuke even tell me?"

She showed a disappointed look when she spoke, and raised her hand to stroke the boy's head so that he could lean into her arms: "Is it a secret that even mother can't know?"

Inosuke has never been able to hide anything from her, lifted his face from her arms, looked into her eyes and couldn't help telling her anything.This time is no exception.

He said softly, "Students at school said that their father often took them out to play."

That childish tone was full of loss and grievance.

The unexpected answer made Yabaichuni fall into silence.

The "family" formed by Onimai Tsuji and Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni is nothing more than a fake play to Oniwu Tsuji. A qualified husband, like a father, must be a dreamlike idea.

But Inosuke is unaware of the false relationship between his "father" and "mother". All the child can see is the illusion they created.

In his opinion, his mother, Bhikkuni Yabaikuni, has always loved him very much. Inosuke never denied that, even if it was just some small things, she would always treat each other tenderly and tirelessly.

And her father, who is opposite to her, played an important role in Inosuke's growth, not even as much as her mother's friends.

It was even said that Inosuke didn't have the chance to talk to him a few times throughout the year.

He has never been able to get any "fatherly love" from Oni Wu Tsuji.

The eight hundred bhikkhuni who heard this thought for a while, but couldn't figure out the reason for this kind of problem.

——Inosuke, wouldn't it be fine if I were with you?

She actually wanted to ask him this, but seeing the little boy sitting on the car seat next to her raised his face and looked at her with his round eyes with a cute and expectant expression, it was impossible to say such a thing anyway. I can't say it.

For Inosuke, he has both a mother and a father.

Therefore, the existence of the "father" of Gui Wu Tsuji Mucan should also have his role.

Sighing from the bottom of his heart, Yabaichuni hugged Inosuke into his arms.

"I'll go and talk to Dad." She touched the soft and thin short hair under her hand, and said to Inosuke: "Dad is just too busy with work, after I tell him what Inosuke thinks, he will definitely take time to accompany him. Inosuke's."

Inosuke blinked and looked at her, as if wanting to confirm something.

So Babaichuni stretched out his fingers to hook him, and told his father that he would think the same as his mother.

In the expectant gaze of the child's loveliness, Bhikkhuni Yao began to open his eyes and talk nonsense: "Because mom and dad both love Inosuke equally."

But the object of this sentence is actually only herself.

For Onimai Tsuji, there is no difference whether it is Inosuke or any other child.

It wasn't his birth anyway.

But many years ago, the Yabaichuni who came to him with the little Inosuke who was still in his infancy made the servants in the annex where they lived at that time start to look at him with strange eyes. Guiwu Tsuji is miserable.

Prior to this, the servants in the annex knew about the unusual relationship between Yabaichuni and Oniwu Tsuji, but Oniwu Tsuji never personally admitted her identity in front of anyone.

Even though they often fall asleep in the same room and wake up in the same bed.

He was often brought back to his residence, an unknown but extremely beautiful woman.They get along enough to cause a lot of whispering voices.

Until one day, the eight hundred bhikkhuni who hadn't shown up in the annex for a long time was suddenly brought back with a child.

The tense atmosphere that spread between them made everyone shrink in the corner and dare not approach.

At that time, Ghost Mai Tsuji, who was hiding among humans under the pseudonym "Jing Yuan", stared at the child in her arms with an ugly expression, as if seeing something dazzling and superfluous.

The servants caught a glimpse of his attitude towards the child, and recalled the time when the two of them got along with each other before, and even heard Yabaichuni say to him: "Inosuke is my child."

"It's just my child, too."

This also means that this child does not seem to be the child of Mr. Jing Yuan.

It's no wonder Mr. has such an expression on his face.Although the servants didn't show anything on the surface, they silently condemned the eight hundred bhikkhunis for the master in their hearts.

Only Gui Wu Tsuji Wumi and Babai Bhikuni, who do not show any weakness to each other, know in their hearts what the truth of the matter is.

And this is the time when Oni Wu Tsuji Muyou rarely saw Eight Hundred Bhikuni insisting on something.

The Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni, who has long been tired of the long and eternal life, is always doing things that should not be done, as if to get an excuse to continue to live.

Whether it was then or now.

The girl's figure was reflected in the blood-colored eyes, and the distance between the girl standing there and him spanned thousands of years.

Just when everyone thought there was going to be some kind of fierce quarrel, maybe even a fight, Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi suddenly laughed.

Such a reaction is far more overwhelming than anger.

The voice was full of sharp malice, Guiwu Tsuji said: "I hope you can really raise him."

On that young and handsome face was the cruelty and violence that belonged to evil spirits.

Eight hundred bhikkhunis seemed unable to see his expression, nor could he hear the deep meaning in his words.

"Of course I can," she said.

Yabaichuni insisted on the statement "Inosuke is my child" more than anyone else, just because at that time, the little Inosuke was entrusted to her hands.

The woman who was covered in distress but had an extremely beautiful face, hugged her young child and ran away panting in the silent woods. When she was almost desperate, she saw the witch who looked like a god in her eyes.

The witch stood there without knowing when, the bright moonlight fell on her body, her eyes were gentle and calm.

That's not the look a cruel goblin can have.

So the woman put her child into her arms and begged her to leave with the child.

The merciful witch took the child from her. She didn't say anything, but watched the child's mother run to the place where there was only a cliff in front of her in order to ward off the chasing evil spirits.

There was no slightest hesitation in her actions.

This is a mother's last love for her child.

The author has something to say: Inosuke: Father Ghost Dance Tsuji Mumi, Mother Eight Hundred Bhikkuni

Isn't it a great match!Inosuke, the son of the ghost king!

There is only one big baby in the comment area, you guessed it right, what kind of devils are those who say Wu Mi himself, this is too humble 23333

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