After being scummed by four men

"You have changed, I don't know why, but I still love you."

It is now June 202, 6, and it has been more than a year since Fuheshir passed away.

On the winter solstice of December 2021, 12, at 21:7 in the morning, Fuheshier, who was weakening day by day due to the incompatibility of body and soul, died suddenly on his lover's lap before the sun rose into the sky.

He Zecheng gently stroked his lover's not-so-soft hair, and smiled softly with tears in his eyes.

After that came Fu Heisher's funeral, and after that, He Zecheng had to move out of the love nest of the two because of sleepless nights of nightmares.

Makoto He Ze declined the proposal of Fu Heihui and Yu Zhang Youren to take care of him carefully at the funeral, and came to live in a small town that had nothing to do with the past.

——Non-existent acquaintances, non-existent past, non-existent love and hate, and non-existent smiles.

He Zecheng is like the shimmering dust floating in the air, living a silent and empty life.

Like a grain of hard sand, small and insignificant, but out of pain, it lives here like air.

Gojo Satoru, who appeared a year before Fu Heisher's death, didn't follow him for some reason, and didn't go forward to persuade He Zecheng at the funeral.

No reaction at all and no accuracy, Gojo Satoru is now He Zecheng's...

The air after the rain is very fresh, the aroma of vegetation, the smell of soil, and the smell of water vapor curl up in the backyard.

He Zecheng was staring at the books on the table in a daze, when the sound of glass bottles colliding suddenly sounded from the back door.

He Zecheng followed the prestige and saw Gojo Satoru putting down two bottles of milk.

Gojo Satoru seemed to be aware of He Zecheng's gaze, he looked at He Zecheng silently through the blindfold, without speaking.

He Zecheng also looked at Gojo Satoru without saying a word across the dull living room.

——Gojo Satoru became Kazawa Makoto's milkman.

He Zecheng didn't order any milk, this was Gojo Satoru's own idea.

He Zecheng looked down at the clothes hanging empty on his body, pursed his lips, and remembered what happened before.

When Fu Heisher just passed away, He Zecheng always struggled to wake up from tears all night long, but every time he woke up with tears, he could always feel that a hand was gently wiping himself Tears, sometimes patting his back gently, comforting himself.

But as soon as He Zecheng opened his eyes, he could only see the bright moon by the window and the shaking curtains.

For some reason, Gojo Satoru refused to see him.

Today is the first time the two meet.

The two stared at each other in silence, neither of them spoke.

Oddly enough, though, there was no see-off or farewell.

Until a few drops of rain suddenly fell from the eaves, just falling on Gojo Wu's white hair.

A lock of the tangled, soft white hair immediately became wet like a drowning cat.

Gojo Satoru remained silent, motionless like a stone statue that could not speak.

He Zecheng seemed to see a pitiful stray cat.

He Zecheng was taken aback for a moment, his eyes moved down, and he saw the mud spots on the five trousers, and hesitantly said:

"You... want to come in?"

Gojo Satoru moved his lips and was about to speak when He Zecheng suddenly stood up and walked towards the entrance, saying "please wait a moment" before walking.

Gojo Satoru's refusal came to his lips, he was silent for a while and swallowed it back.

After a while, He Zecheng ran back with a pair of slippers, squatted down and put them at his feet.

Gojo Satoru looked at his soft blond hair, put on his slippers without a word, and watched the blond boy hurried back to the kitchen to make tea. Gojo Satoru was calm on the surface, but in fact——

thump, thump, thump...

There was a kind of jumping joy and trembling fear alternately appearing in his heart.

Gojo Satoru walked into the kitchen slowly, and took the teapot from behind the blond boy:

"Let me do it."

Gojo Satoru spoke softly, with a tension that only he knew.

The moment He Zecheng approached Gojo Satoru, his heart beat fast.

He frantically said "hmm" a few times:

"it is good."

Then he let Gojo Satoru take the teapot from his hand.

But when Gojo Satoru took the teapot away, He Zecheng looked up at Gojo Satoru's calm movements on his own initiative, and a kind of fatigue quickly permeated the whole body like the soreness and limpness after excessive muscle activity.

He Zecheng lowered his head.

"Hiss—" The five cats with fluffy hands and feet were scalded, which alarmed He Zecheng all of a sudden.

He Zecheng was taken aback, quickly grabbed his hand, and asked eagerly:

"What's wrong? Let me see—"

He anxiously grabbed the hand held by the five cats that kept blowing on his mouth, but his chin was suddenly lifted and he kissed it.

Gently kneading the back of his neck with one hand, as Gojo Satoru suddenly approached, that kind of men's cold fragrance rushed to his face in an instant, and the memory of love when he was young suddenly emerged, and He Zecheng, who was moved by his heartstrings, suddenly The child softened.

"Ha, ha——" He Zecheng lifted his toes with difficulty, and raised his head. His light golden eyes were misty and full of water vapor, his cheeks were flushed, and his lips and tongue were being tasted wantonly.

At this time, the tea leaves seemed to be gradually unfolding in the hot water. He Zecheng's shirt was lifted up, and he was panting lightly while holding Wuwuwu's white-haired head. The aroma of the tea leaves made him fall into a trap. A kind of buoyant confusion.

"Cheng—" This is Gojo Goto's anxious voice.

"Your blindfold, woo...it makes me feel uncomfortable." He Zecheng complained, sobbing.

Gojo Wujo took off the blindfold and threw it on the ground, then lowered his head again, and He Zecheng immediately let out a short scream.

The two pushed and entangled, kissed by the stove for a while, and bumped into the cabinet for a while, He Zecheng's shirt was wide open, hanging on his arms reluctantly.

And that hand was holding the back of his neck almost uninterruptedly, kneading himself to make himself submit.

He Zecheng whimpered, his body trembled, but a trace of unhappiness subtly arose in his heart.

Especially when Gojo Satoru took off his shirt, a black chocker with a small lock accidentally fell out of Gojo Satoru's jacket pocket.

There was a sudden silence between the two.

The teapot on the stove suddenly boiled hot water.

He Zecheng was not in the mood to care about it, but his fingers picked up the black chocker that was scratched to the edge, and looked at the words "incaged" (*captured) engraved on the hanging lock, and his brain was blanked by anger .

"Get out!" He Zecheng said indifferently, grabbing the skirt of his shirt to cover his chest covered with hickey marks.

Gojo Satoru stepped in front of He Zecheng at a loss, held his face, and said in a panic:

"Cheng, I..."

"Get out!" He Zecheng turned his face away, not looking at him.

He Zecheng only wanted to drive out this white-haired cat who wanted to control everything and like to make his own decisions, but he didn't expect Gojo Satoru to cry suddenly.

"Cheng, why? Didn't I keep the promise to protect the magic world?"

Now the world of conjuration has been controlled by young people like Fu Heihui and Hu Zhang Youren, sweeping away the darkness and decay of the past, and rejuvenated.

"I don't understand why the price of realizing my dream must be losing you."

"I can not accept!"

He Zecheng closed his eyes indifferently, but his mind was shaken violently. He said lightly:

"You still don't understand what I mean."

"Don't understand?" Gojo Satoru tremblingly stroked his cheek, "I know I've changed, I'm not as aggressive as I was when I was young, it's normal for you to think that there is a deviation between me and my memory and you can't accept it."

Gojo Satoru seemed to be talking to himself to comfort himself, but He Zecheng heard a kind of crying despair from it.

He Zecheng's hard heart was shaken a few times, and finally, he softened his tone, sighed and said:

"It's not just Brother Wu who has changed, I've changed too. I don't mean to blame you."

Gojo Satoru suddenly interrupted him in a hasty tone:

"I know I know!"

"But... Even if you have changed, I still love you!" Wutiao Wu's blue eyes were like gems about to break under the refraction of tears.

"Brother Wu..." He Zecheng watched his light golden eyes roll slightly, he grabbed Wujo Wu's hand, and wanted to force him to let go, but for some reason he couldn't use his strength.

"Cheng, I've changed, you..." Gojo Satoru looked down into his eyes with a pleading expression, "Do you still love me?"

"Are you still willing to love me?"

He Zecheng lowered his eyes and bit his lips without speaking.

Gojo Satoru twitched the corner of his mouth, and a sad and self-deprecating smile loomed on his lips.

However, he didn't notice that He Zecheng's cheeks were gradually flushing.

Just when Gojo Satoru was getting desperate, He Zecheng finally spoke, his voice was small, and he said angrily:

"Are you a fool? I really hate you and let you treat me like this."

"Cheng?" Gojo Satoru looked at He Zecheng nervously without blinking.

He Zecheng felt a little annoyed when he saw that he still didn't react so stupidly. After thinking for a while, he stretched out his hand and took off the shirt to the crook of his arm again, and said shamefully:

"Look at what you've done!"

On the snow-white chest, there are ambiguous swellings and gorgeous red flowers. Gojo Satoru looked at his masterpiece, breathed quickly and wanted to lean closer.

But it was resisted by He Zecheng's outstretched index finger.

"Wait! I haven't forgiven you yet!" He Zecheng said with a headache looking at the poor Gojo Goto.

"Cheng..." Gojo Gojo blinked, trying to be coquettish and cute.

He Zecheng sighed, it seemed that he couldn't use words to make Gojo Satoru, a wayward guy, understand what he was angry about.

So He Zecheng realized the five things:

"Look down."

Gojo Satoru didn't know what He Zecheng was going to do, so he immediately lowered his head obediently.

Then in the next second, something was wrapped around his neck - an old black chocker.

The five cats and cats opened their blue cat eyes wide, touched the small lock on their necks, and looked at He Zecheng blankly.

It was also the first time for He Zecheng to see Gojo Satoru wearing this chocker, he was stunned for a moment, and then chuckled:

"Brother Wu, you should have a good experience of what it feels like to be forced to order."

However, He Zecheng failed to fulfill his wish, and things developed in another direction instead.

He Zecheng put his hands against the glass window, trying hard to stabilize his body. He looked at the five cats wearing collars reflected in the glass window with tears in their eyes, looking excited and working harder and harder. He Zecheng nodded. Dazed, her throat was hit hard, but her mouth was still stiff:

"Just this little strength? Didn't you eat?"

"Okay, Cheng! I got it!" The small locks on the five cats' necks shook violently, and his blue cat eyes turned slyly, pressing He Zecheng's back down, The next movement hugged He Zecheng more smoothly.

He Zecheng's mouth was still stiff, but it gradually became wet with tears:

"Come on, hum! Don't make me look down on you!"

"Wow——Since you have said so, I will show my real skills!" Gojo Goto said full of vitality.

Then, accompanied by crisp applause, He Zecheng shrieked angrily and angrily said:

"Five Enlightenments!"

Gojo Wubai smiled and said:

"What's the matter, Cheng, I worked so hard."

"You, you..." He Zecheng glared at him angrily.

Gojo Satoru looked at him innocently, but made more and more petty moves.

In the end, He Zecheng was dragged by the mischievous white-haired cat to make a fuss for a day, and the next day he stopped talking about beating the cat with a pillow.

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I didn’t write sandwich, I can’t think of it (cover my face)

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