Chapter 43 Picking up flowers in the morning and evening 13
In the clear water, light and shadow are intertwined like silk.
He seemed to be lifted up by a dream, his hair swaying gently with the water flow, like soft water grass.
Geto Suguru's consciousness sank along with the ripples, as if falling into a gauze curtain soaked in moonlight.
The ripples on the water began to become long and lazy. They overlapped and entangled with each other, weaving into a gentle net, slowly dragging Geto Suguru into a deeper state.
Deep in the subway tunnel, where the smell of rust and engine oil is mixed, there is a suffocating heat wave.
Geto Xia Yu stared at his knees stubbornly straightened and his back slightly hunched over across the carriage platform.
His shoulder blades, which were thinner than they are now, rose and fell violently under his school uniform, and every breath he took turned into a fleeting white mist.
It is clearly winter, but the back figure looks as if it is in a burning furnace.
His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his face was wet with sweat and blood, making it difficult to see clearly.
The only two references that could be used to observe the clear condition of his body were the two fingers that were each holding the head of a cyborg and were still trembling slightly.
"Open the prison gate."
A familiar voice came out of his mouth, and sticky malice spread and poured out from his mind.
No,
don't want.
Don't look back!
Enlightenment!!
"Hi satoru."
Fake! How dare you?!
Geto Suguru watched as Gojo Satoru suddenly turned around, his blood-stained bangs thrown aside, revealing his eyes burning with surprise. His anger gushed out like magma, instantly drowning his reason.
But Gojo Satoru, who was sitting opposite him, really couldn't sense his anger, or maybe he sensed it, so he uttered an ambiguous question.
The expression on his face was so innocent and childish, like a child, as if he didn't understand what was happening.
His body did not stop moving because of his anger, but instead pulled his muscles again, lifting the corners of his lips and pulling out a faint crescent-shaped smile.
Like a good-tempered, gentle and considerate friend, he greeted Gojo Satoru again, "Long time no see."
It was just like their high school days, when they got together again after spring break, it was plain yet full of warmth and affection.
It seems as if there is no barrier between faith and life and death.
Gojo Satoru stared blankly at Geto Suguru, and his stagnant brain began to work again. He mobilized his remaining pitiful sanity and tried hard to identify.
His eyes widened, his eyelashes trembling, his inner canthus exaggeratedly open, and his eyes looked abnormally large. "Fake? A transformation technique?"
The cursed power gathered in the eyes, and the six eyes searched and compared frantically.
The six eyes told him that everything matched, "No, it's true..."
Before Gojo Satoru realized it, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't even have time to hide his previous surprised expression.
The corners of his lips curved inward, muscles forming a tiny arc, and his tongue lay dormant between his white teeth. His eyes still held a look of shock, but his mouth had already begun to smile.
The bloodstains on his cheeks were stretched into long marks, like two scars in the snow. Two completely opposite expressions made up his face, which looked awkward and weird.
But the smile on his face was so joyful, like a small flame burning in the winter night, that it made the onlookers feel heartbroken just by looking at it.
The scenes changed rapidly, all of them were Suguru Takeru, the smiling Suguru Takeru, the energetic Suguru Takeru, Suguru Takeru handing him dessert, Suguru Takeru greeting him with a smile.
The depressed Geto Suguru, the embarrassed Geto Suguru, were all twisted into the face in front of us in the end.
The moment Geto Suguru appeared, he immediately dragged Gojo Satoru into a vortex of memories. Those were their glorious three years of youth.
The curse tool was activated, split into eight parts, and shot towards Gojo Satoru from eight directions.
Gojo Satoru was stuck in the middle like a moth in a spider web.
Xia Yujie stared blankly at the eyes burning with anger in front of him. The anger seemed to burn into his heart, and the sparks burned holes in his heart one after another.
Such pain, such pain, such pain, such pain!!!
If it weren't for me, Wu wouldn't have been caught at all. Why would he cause trouble for others even after his death? Xia Yujie, you are a piece of crap among crap! !!!
Geto Suguru scratched desperately in this lonely body, with only the blue eyes that were jumping with flames in his eyes.
He is as active as a dancing grass.
Struggling in a coffin-like spiritual world.
Like a red-hot iron, it is burning the surrounding air, burning more and more vigorously.
All emotions disappeared from his heart, leaving only those blue eyes that were about to burst out and the rage that seemed to be burning endlessly.
"How long are you going to be manipulated, Jay?"
Gojo Satoru looked at Geto Suguru, his expression was strangely calm, and there was even a hint of a sweet smile at the corner of his mouth.
Those extremely clear eyes like the sky were filled with stubbornness and paranoia, but the attitude was so serious and calm.
Oh, really.
The raging flames transformed into a fiery red Manjushaka flower, the slender petals stretched out leaves, and bloomed behind Geto Suguru, tearing the endless night into pieces and letting it drift in the void like ashes.
"Open the prison gate."
"Really? Can't you just solve it yourself, Satoru?"
Geto Xia Yu tilted his head slightly, shook his hands that were holding the scalp, his eyes filled with feigned disgust, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Huh? What nonsense are you talking about, Jie! This is your fault, but ask the victim to come out and solve the problem!"
Gojo Satoru folded his arms across his chest, leaned forward, and his eyes widened.
"Huh? If my guess is correct, he's dead now? I'm dead? You called me out to fix it, are you kidding me?"
Xia Yujie raised his eyebrows high.
"That's right! It's because you're dead that I called you. You'll get rusty if you sleep too long, Yejie. Look, you've woken me up now."
Gojo Satoru came closer with a grin, stretched out his hands and patted Jie twice in the air, his eyes curved into crescents, the corners of his mouth stretched from ear to ear, and he looked very proud as if he was seeking credit.
"You're still very proud."
Geto Xiayou lowered his eyes and glanced at Gojo Satoru, curled the corners of his lips slightly, raised his hand and gently tapped Gojo Satoru's forehead.
"Oh, these are just minor issues. Congratulations on waking up, but it would be better if you could cover your head back up. It's quite scary."
As Gojo Satoru spoke, he took a half step back, shook his body in pretend fear, gestured with his hands in front of him, with an exaggerated expression of fear on his face, but his eyes were full of smiles.
"Huh? Stop thinking of yourself as some shy little princess, okay? That's fake, Wu."
Geto Xiayou rolled his eyes and waved his other hand at Wu with an expression of disgust that said, "I can't stand you."
"Oh, I was afraid that if I didn't put your head back on in time, you'd die again."
Gojo Satoru came close to Geto Suguru, stretched out his hand and pretended to help him take his head. A look of worry appeared on his face, but he couldn't hide the cunning light in his eyes.
"So, I should thank you?"
Geto Xiayou tilted his head, staring at Wu with a half-smile, a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth, and his tone was full of ridicule.
"Oh, no, no. Of course, if you really want to thank me, please treat the lovely spicy teacher to some edamame Kikufuku."
Gojo Satoru clasped his hands together and approached Jie with an expectant look on his face. His eyes were shining and a bright smile was on his face, just like a child asking for a gift.
"You're even blackmailing someone who's just been resurrected? Wu."
Geto Xiayou sighed and shook his head, with helplessness and indulgence in his eyes. He reached out and gently touched Wu's chest, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose.
"This is a thank you gift, a thank you gift."
Wu jumped back a step with a playful grin, made a "li" gesture with his hands in front of him, a smug grin on his face, and his eyes rolled around.
The two of them made a mess like this, with the sounds of fighting, laughter, and joy intertwined as they chased each other.
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