The daily life of Shier and 5t5

The next day, Shi Er went out for a walk with his son, and unconsciously wandered into the same dessert shop again.

When he glanced at the back of a female shop assistant, he paused slightly.

"newcomer?"

"Yes," the clerk who delivered the cat earlier elbowed the girl, "Sha Shu, this is the Mr. Fuhei I told you about earlier."

Sha Shu turned his head and showed a sunny smile: "I have heard for a long time that Mr. Fu Hei loves his wife very much, and often patronizes our desserts. This time I saw that he is really a handsome guy."

"Don't be an idiot." The clerk said, "By the way, it just so happens that Sha Shu and Mr. Fu Hei have the same surname."

"Haha, it's my honor." Fuheishashu scratched his head with a smile, his raised black hair trembling.

Shi Er didn't show any expression, just stared at her.

Packaging snacks has never been so long.

Sha Shu felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, and turned to Fu Heihui who was holding hands with the man.

Keiya was staring at her, and the child's expression was much more frank, mixed with surprise and doubt, and his eyes were slightly rounded, very cute.

Sha Shu couldn't help reaching out to touch Hui's sea urchin head.

A second before she touched him, Er pulled his son closer without a trace, then took the packing bag, turned and left.

Sha Shu's hand was empty.

The atmosphere was weird, and the clerk said in confusion: "Mr. Fu Hei, is he angry? I feel that he is very indifferent today. Hey, Sha Shu, you shouldn't touch his son rashly..."

Suburbs of Tokyo.

Wujo Gou wiped out a group of curse spirits with his fingers, holding the mobile phone in one hand, and Kong Shiyu was on the other end of the call.

Due to Gojo Satoru's authority, Kong Shiyu has now become an intelligence agent on the conjurer's side—of course, mainly information about Shier's past.

The original killer intermediary heard the name of the dessert shop reported by Gojo Satoru, and thought about it: "It sounds familiar, let me think about it... that's right."

"Ok?"

Kong Shiyu was a little hard to say: "His first wife used to work in that shop, and she was good at making strawberry desserts."

"..." Gojo Satoru said, "Are you responsible for destroying the information about her?"

"Yes. You also know that in the killer industry, it is very important to protect family members' information." Kong Shiyu said, "This is a small favor he asked me to do."

"Send me the message you hid." Gojo Satoru ordered.

After a while of "beep" to hang up, Kong Shiyu put down the phone with a complicated expression.

In his cognition, the mysterious "strongest" man in the world of conjuration always has a cynical smile no matter what he does, which represents his absolute confidence.

But just now, the smile that was always on his face in the face of everything suddenly cracked.

In just a few short sentences, what leaked from the other side of the phone was the uneasiness that he tried his best to conceal, and...

Kong Shiyu frowned and thought carefully, then shook his head to deny his thoughts, and started to pull out the identity information form of Shi Er's first wife.

Nearly ten years have passed since then, and it is estimated that Shi Er has already started a new life, so it should be no problem to tell him this information to his current benefactor.

……

"Fuheisha tree." Gojo Satoru whispered the name.

Compared with Shier, she has no stunning appearance, an ordinary and delicate girl, but her demeanor has a warm feeling of afternoon sunshine. Even through the ID photos from many years ago, she can smell the taste of home.

The black hair is a bit fried... Megumi's fried hair is probably inherited from her.

The lively sunshine between her eyebrows reminded Gojo Satoru of the astral body Riko Tenouchi.

But he couldn't feel a liking for this woman named Fuheishashu.

Wujo Wu frowned slightly, as if mosquitoes and ants crawled over the edge of his heart, negligible venom was injected into his mouthparts, and there was a vaguely malicious pain.

The spell power is increasing.

It was a source of negativity that he had never had before, fresh and dripping poisonous blood.

After realizing it, Gojo Gojo suddenly realized that it was extremely funny, and let out a short self-mockery.

He was actually jealous.

The strongest man in the world of conjuration has been reduced to the point where he needs to be jealous of an ordinary woman who died long ago?

...jealous of a woman who once left a shadow in Shi Er's heart that will never be erased.

Aren't he and Shier just "playing" with the desire to conquer?

Gojo Satoru has played countless games, and he is used to quickly savoring the sweetness of the surface of the game, before the monotonous sweetness makes the tip of his tongue bitter, and he discards it casually.

Isn't that what fun is all about?

Then why was he still reluctant to throw it away when he was bitten by the bitter taste.

Gojo Satoru put his fingers into his forehead and hair, and scratched twice irritably.The information form in his hand was squeezed into a paper ball and thrown into the trash can, and was swallowed by Shu Shi Cang.

When Shire went back to his house at night, the living room did not turn on the light.

There was a long Wu meow lying on the sofa, Shi Er thought that he might be tired, so he went to wash himself briefly, put on a bathrobe, and walked gently to the side of the sofa.

"You smell sweet and greasy." Gojo Satoru said suddenly.

Shi Er doubted: "I didn't use shower gel today."

"...That's why I have it." Gojo Satoru dragged out his voice.

"Don't you like sweets?"

"do not like."

Shi Er glanced at him and found that this guy was losing his temper.

He impatiently squatted down, lying on the sofa and looking at Wujo Wu.

Tonight's Gojo Satoru was neither wearing sunglasses nor eyepatch, his ice blue eyes were half-opened and half-closed, peeping into it, as if there was a thrilling undercurrent.

Look sad, or angry.What are you thinking?

Shier picked up a puff and fed it to him.

Gojo Satoru was indifferent.

Shi Er blinked, took the corner of the puff in his mouth, and leaned in front of him.

The scar at the corner of the mouth made the man look like he was pouting, and the big black panther rarely showed its harmless belly.

It's a rare thing to please—but Gojo Satoru could only smell the strawberry cream that was getting stronger and stronger.

He couldn't help but think, who was this man thinking about every time he shared the strawberry flavor intimately with him?

Even the purely sweet memories of the past are tinged with bitterness.

The mantra broke out again, but fortunately Shi Er couldn't feel the mantra at all, allowing him to calmly hide his emotions.

Gojo Satoru buried his face in the sofa.

It was rare for him to take the initiative but received a cold reception. Shi Er didn't seem to care, ate the puff by himself, and went back to the house carelessly.

He opened the window and stood by it smoking a cigarette.

... Calculated, have they been together for more than three months?

It's normal for Master Gojo to feel bored and bored for almost such a long time.

Even before Shir started this relationship, he clearly anticipated the present ending.

Liutong slipped in through the crack of the door, jumped onto the window sill, and looked up at him.

Shi Er put away the cigarette butt and poked the white cat's head with his finger.

"How time flies."

The moonlight faded, and the dark clouds came.

Even if it is known in advance from the weather forecast that there will be heavy rain in late summer, the depression caused by the wind and rain will not be reduced by half.

At the same time, Fu Heihui knocked on Tsumiji's door.

Seeing that he seemed to have something private to say, Zhenyi avoided it in a timely manner, leaving room for the two of them.

"I saw someone who looked like Auntie Fuhei at the dessert shop today." Hui frowned.

The aunt Fuhei he was talking about was his adoptive mother and also Jin Meiji's biological mother.Because it has only been more than a year since her adoptive mother abandoned her family, Hui still has an impression of her appearance.

"Mom has gone abroad and won't come back." Tsumiji smiled wryly, "Maybe it's just because they look alike?"

"Her name is Fuheishashu." Hui said.

"Same surname? What a coincidence. My mother's name is Saori." Tsumiji suddenly thought of something, "Wait... Our aunt seems to be called Sha Shu. Mom mentioned it before."

Hui said the name again in his heart.

"I heard relatives gossip about the marriage partner's improper occupation, and their marriage has never been accepted by relatives." Tsumiji felt a little regretful, "But it's impossible for Hui to see her."

"why?"

Tsumiji sighed: "Because Aunt Shashu passed away six years ago."