Why aren't people raising me

Can time dilute emotions that once felt unbearable?

Maybe, maybe not.

Because people have to face life, work at sunrise and rest at sunset, they can maintain their passion and mentality during the day, but they are often sensitive to being overwhelmed by negative emotions at night.

Tears, growls, and sex are all ways to express inner depression.

Masaharu Nakahara felt that the hands around him gradually changed from uncontrollable force to gentleness, and he withdrew from the hug at the right time, and it would probably feel awkward to post it again.

"I'm hungry." Masaharu Nakahara said confidently, "I want to eat M Kee's children's meal B."

Xia Youjie, who was pulled out while still indulging in warmth, glanced at his stomach, "... I remember you should have eaten a lot of cakes?"

"But hungry."

"Fat Zhi will really become Fat Zhi."

"It's okay." Masaharu Nakahara, who only struggled with his weight for a while, was overwhelmed by hunger, "Eating is the most important thing."

Xia Youjie smiled, "Let's go, let's eat M Ji."

He glanced at the monitoring room, as if he was not at ease.

"Don't worry, I've checked it, and there's nothing wrong with it." Masaharu Nakahara, who has rich event experience, said, "Anyway, the auction is coming to an end, and we're near here."

When they went out, Gojo Satoru was sitting outside reading a magazine. He was sitting in a chic posture, with his back sunken into the soft sofa. He looked over when he heard the door open, "Are you done talking?"

Xia Youjie judged the distance between them, and then glanced at the door and wall of the monitoring room, "It seems that the sound insulation effect is not very good."

"I heard it clearly." Gojo Satoru said, "But I won't tell others."

Xia Youjie laughed darkly, "I won't tell others that Qiangzi is crying."

Wutiaowu: "..."

There seemed to be a spark that didn't exist between them, "Sure enough, after talking with Yazhi, I became more energetic, Jie."

"To each other, when I saw you a few days ago, you were still bitter and bitter, and you were thinking about how to kill the rotten oranges that took office."

Masaharu blinked, "The new rotten orange?"

"One died of old age." Wujo Satoru said, "Some of the current high-level executives are their sons and younger brothers. It can only be said that they were born from the same species. The way of thinking of the brain is all rotated from the same axis."

"Then you really worked hard."

How could so many people have changed in five years.

Looking at Gojo Satoru's indifferent face, Nakahara Masaharu became more convinced and clear.

Sure enough they did something.

The revenge of a conjurer is often bloody.

Were those who ordered his execution bloodbathed?

"It's four o'clock now." Gojo Satoru glanced at the time, "Don't wait in line for M, let's go!"

A long-lost threesome.

It's just that it's hard for Masaharu Nakahara to stand side by side with them, because his perspective is horizontally on their abdomen, and because of this, even though he knows his real age and is considered an adult, the two of them still take care of him as a child.

Slowing down is just a basic operation. Masaharu Nakahara found that even the words of the two would become patient and coaxing, such as prolonging the tone and softening the ending.

In fact, this attitude is a bit strange.

Compared with them, Masaharu Nakahara is even more free.He is completely used to being a child, for example, he will pull the corner of the adult's clothes first when he needs it. Although he doesn't deliberately pretend to be good, he is used to asking others for their opinions and obtaining their consent before doing anything.

But these small changes in getting along are harmless at all, and they are still very happy.

The kind of comfort and satisfaction that even wants to prolong the time.

"I grew up on Radium Bowl Street as a kid."

In M's Diary, they began to communicate about the past that was not involved with each other.

"There are stories that can be made into miserable movies every day. Everyone is so miserable." Masaharu Nakahara said with emotion, "If you go there, you will feel uncomfortable and feel that the biscuits are hard to swallow."

Everyone's eyes are numb, and if the numbness is removed, it is uncomfortable and malicious.

"Does it still exist?"

"It has been rectified, but it is still very bad." Masaharu Nakahara recalled his horrible childhood. "We lived in the sewer, and the air was rancid. Although it was bitter, we still grew up."

He said these experiences lightly, but it can make people imagine the hard work and struggle,

Xia Youjie's eyes were serious, "Is no one caring?"

"They have nothing to spare." Masaharu Nakahara said indifferently, "There is a paradise for breeding crimes."

Masaharu Nakahara has worked hard to change.

"What about you?" After picking up the essence of his information, Masaharu Nakahara asked them, "Let's say it first, you can't hide it, I can clearly distinguish the appearance of your lying."

The two of them laughed muffled, and when the words came to their lips, it was all done,

"We're having a good time."

"I'm going to be a teacher." The white-haired young man said to his friend with a rambunctious smile on his lips, but eager to share, "I hope my students are cuter."

"Oh, cultivate your own power." Masaharu Nakahara understood immediately, "Where is the glass? There is also Teacher Noctua."

"They're all staying in school." Gojo Satoru helped Masaharu wipe the crumbs of food from his mouth, "For this period, Jie is going solo."

"Flying solo or something..." Xia Youjie said quietly, "Isn't it the work of expelling cursed spirits?"

"But there are no higher-ups who have to obey orders, so I can feel more relaxed no matter what." Gojo Gojo lowered his lips, "I have been squeezed hard for the past few years when you two have been away."

"Sorry, Wu."

"A verbal apology is useless. I have to make up for it in other ways."

Masaharu Nakahara knew that he used to climb up the pole, "Then what do you want?"

The white-haired young man looked at him with shining eyes, "How about Fat Zhi grow into Gao Zhi?"

He wanted to see Masaharu Nakahara look like Masaharu Akashi again.

The handsome young man, the shining young man standing on the podium,

Become what they are familiar with and yearn for.

Masaharu Nakahara pursed his lips, "It will take several years."

"It's okay, children are different every year."

"How is Seijuro doing, are you in contact?"

Xia Youjie rested his chin, "Although we don't see each other very often, there are still a lot of news. He is now studying in graduate school. Needless to say, his appearance and grades, he is also playing basketball very well, and he has gradually taken over the family business. A template for a hero in a novel."

Masaharu smiled, "You won't be jealous, will you?"

Both of them rolled their eyes, "How is that possible."

In this regard, they also have a subtle competitive spirit, because they are the same age, but because they work in different directions and fields, it is meaningless to compare them.

"It's all good things, so don't you have any bad experiences?" Masaharu Nakahara looked at the two people who were very understanding, "Jie was so serious that he was sentenced to be a curse master. It's a completely earth-shaking change. There must be some twists and turns... I can tell the difference between your liars."

"Hmm..." They looked at each other, as if secretly discussing whether to tell Masahar something.

And soon they made a decision, and they could know each other's thoughts with just one look, and they had a tacit understanding as always.

"Actually, it's not such a bad thing." Wujo Satoru said,

Then Xia Youjie continued, "It's just that Wu and I quarreled."

quarrel.

It was Six Eyes who wanted to save another defector after losing a close friend.

They met in a remote alley, had a big quarrel, and broke up unhappy. After that, they acquiesced in their current state and way of getting along.

"It's just an unavoidable quarrel." Xia Youjie simply recalled the situation at that time, without even expressing his mood.

But Masaharu Nakahara was a little taken aback.

Not because of anything else, but because Xia Youjie's description brought out an extremely clear memory picture, as if he was watching the quarrel from a third perspective.

In the dark alley, the tall black-haired boy pushed the white-haired boy angrily, his eyes were dark and deep, "So why is it him! Why, what qualifications do they have to deal with Masaharu!"

'Wu, do you still want to stop me——! '

And the white figure also wrestled back angrily. He seemed to have said something heartbreaking, and both of them looked bruised and bruised.

It was not a serious physical injury, but their hearts were full of holes at that moment.

Masaharu Nakahara even recalled the mood when he was watching this scene, with curiosity and gossip, he seemed to be standing on a high place, not afraid of being discovered, he didn't even know who these two people were at that time .

...the memory of when.

Could it be that after his death he became a pure white soul state wandering aimlessly?

Thinking about it more carefully, it is the familiar tingling and hazy feeling again, which means that Masaharu Nakahara is not ready to recall it yet.

He glanced at Darryl, the god of death, who could jump through time and space freely, had no interest in their conversation, and was floating next to a snoozing couple watching them get intimate.

"Masaji, you don't seem to have kissed anyone before."

She never tires of harassing Yazhi, whether Yazhi will answer or not is not in her consideration.

"Do I have a chance to see you fall in love? I'm quite curious about the mate-seeking behavior among human beings."

Masaharu Nakahara withdrew his gaze and snorted lightly.

"What?" asked the two,

"nothing?"

The free time is very short, because both the super and the leader have a lot of things to deal with.

Finally, Gojo Satoru turned on the phone's camera again, "Do you want to take a photo?"

"Together?" Masaharu Nakahara raised his eyes, "Jie is a curse master who is on the run. Although it looks like no one is chasing him, he doesn't feel nervous about being wanted at all."

"It's not been a day or two since I've been facing Jie, and the higher-ups don't care about me." Gojo Satoru adjusted the camera angle, "Besides, no one dares to flip through the strongest mobile phone."

Facing the screen of the mobile phone, Masaharu Nakahara compares,

Xia Youjie probably meant to refuse, but he glanced at Yazhi who had been prepared, and swallowed back the disappointing words that came to his lips.

He straightened his clothes, seemingly leisurely and indifferent, but actually picked his best angle to look at the camera.

"Crack,"

In Selfie mode, the flash will not light up.

This time, the three of them were all ready, and the handsome picture was frozen.

Masaharu Nakahara took out his silver children's phone, "Remember to pass it to me."

"Hey, so you have a mobile phone." Wujo Wu entered the mobile phone number and identified the brand of the mobile phone by the way, "It's the latest model that is very expensive~"

Masaharu Nakahara curled his lips, "My brother bought it for me."

His slightly smug, subtly ostentatious expression was unexpectedly pleasing, because the two of them really felt——

"Masaharu, do you like your brother very much?"

"It's a stupid question to ask."

Masaharu Nakahara said,

"I think I'm the one who loves him the most in the whole world."

***

Nakahara Masaharu was sent home at seven, and Matsuda Jinpei was waiting for him.

Back in the room, Masaharu Nakahara asked his father and mother to spit out the curse master.

The man slid out of the curse spirit's mouth, his skin was covered with burn-like wounds, but he did not lose consciousness, and the wounds he suffered were still life-saving injuries.He raised his head, and saw the white-haired child looking down at him, the cold moonlight covered him with a layer of silver light, and the light-colored eyes seemed a little unkind,

"You're not in a coma, you're thicker than I thought." Masaharu Nakahara said.

"Heh..." The man opened his dry lips, "Didn't you choose a way to die for me?"

"I did choose a way to die for you, but I didn't choose a time."

Without a specific description, the death condition is also not established.

Although I can't wait to cut this person into pieces, Masaharu Nakahara still needs to figure out some things,

Among the many crimes, reasonable punishment will not be included in the book by the god of death, and an official approval channel is required for this.

"How many did you kill?"

"……what?"

"How many people have been killed by you so far?"

The Curse Master seemed to be enjoying the last air. He looked at Yazhi with cruelty and bloodthirsty eyes, "It's too many to count."

"There are so many unrecorded people in this country, who cares if they die?"

Probably waiting for death all day, the man lost his temper due to despair, and now he casually confessed his evil deeds,

"Roughly, there should be 32."

One.

Masaharu Nakahara recited the number silently,

"It's not just cursing."

"Of course not." The Curser grinned, "Sometimes, you need to use a knife."

"This is the answer that should kill you 32 times."

The cold lines did not arouse the man's fear,

He was a little delirious, and said slowly, "Unfortunately, I don't have 32 lives."

"It's okay." Yazhi said, "You can pay for those sins in hell."

The wicked who cannot get retribution in the world will fall into the burning hell.

Masaharu Nakahara turned his head, "Brother Zhenping, should such a person be handed over to the police or the administrator of the magic world."

"It may be more troublesome." Matsuda Jinpei gently pushed open the door that had left a gap, "But what is known is that no party will let him go for such a blatant evil deed."