Chapter 58 Picking up flowers in the morning and evening 28
Gojo Satoru slowly and mechanically loosened his grip. The deformed metal handrail fell to the ground with a dull thud, but he seemed completely unaware.
As Geto Suguru looked at Gojo Satoru who was as stiff as a sculpture, the pain in his throat suddenly became insignificant.
He moved the corner of his mouth, but groaned when it touched the wound, and the hoarse voice was full of helplessness.
"What are you thinking? I'm going back to Panxing Sect, not abandoning you."
The dead silence in the ward suddenly rippled. Gojo Satoru's dangling fingertips twitched slightly, like butterfly wings struck by electricity.
He maintained his back to the bed, but his ears turned imperceptibly towards the bed, and the bulging veins on his neck rose and fell with his breathing.
"I'm going back to work, to work."
Xia Yujie struggled to stand up, the IV tube leaving a blue mark on his pale wrist. "I've been wasting time, and all my gold pigs are running away. If I don't go back, I'll be starving."
Before he finished speaking, the air suddenly twisted.
Gojo Satoru teleported to the bedside, and the blue light leaking from under the black eye mask almost burned Geto Suguru's retinas.
He grabbed Geto Suguru's shoulders, his fingertips digging into the thin flesh, and the chuckle that escaped from his throat was trembling with the feeling of surviving a disaster.
"Jie, you bastard!" The cold tip of the nose suddenly rubbed against the other's hot forehead, bringing with it a damp temperature.
"If you dare to say such scary words again next time..." The last syllable was cut off by the sound of swallowing. He buried his whole hand in the other's neck, but the arm around his waist was tightening desperately, as if trying to piece together the broken heartbeat.
His breathing gradually calmed down, but he still didn't loosen his grip on the other person.
The two of them snuggled up quietly like this for a long time, until the twilight in the sky quietly climbed up the window frame, casting long shadows on the ground.
The tension and uneasiness in the air gradually dissipated as time passed, replaced by a kind of tranquility after surviving a disaster.
Finally, he slowly let go of her hand, lowered his head and stared into her eyes, and said softly, "Let's go."
The two smiled at each other, turned around, opened the door, and walked together towards the world shrouded in the sunset.
The thousand stone steps in front of the Panxing Sect headquarters are now like amber dipped in molten gold, and the twilight has dyed the cold and hard granite into a honey color.
The moment Geto Suguru stepped out of the corridor, the damp and musty smell was still clinging to the folds of his robes, but he was staggered by the warmth that rushed towards him.
It's not sunshine, but some kind of fresher warmth, wrapped in the familiar scent of cedar.
Gojo Satoru leaned against the Panlong stone pillar, the curve under the black eye mask more cunning than the twilight.
The Kikufuku bag spun between his fingers, and the sound of the glutinous rice balls colliding was like scattered silver bells.
"Busy man~" the last syllable dragged out like melted maple syrup, "Gojo-sensei is here to give you the fruits of his overtime work!"
Geto Suguru's clogs stopped on the stone steps.
The exhaustion from dealing with the defecting magician for days now melted away along the cracks in his spine like spring snow meeting the morning sun.
He lowered his eyes to look at the arc of the man's clothes lifted by the evening breeze, and vaguely recalled the evenings when they fought side by side in college.
At that time, Gojo Satoru would always take out the snacks hidden in his sleeves like a magic trick after completing the mission.
"Is this your new arrangement after you added the flowers?" He gathered his wide sleeves embroidered with wisteria patterns, unable to suppress the smile that rolled in his throat. "That's quite thoughtful."
"You're disgusted?" Gojo Satoru's face fell, and he pouted in grievance, approaching Geto Suguru like a spoiled kitten. "I queued for three hours on purpose!"
"How dare I." Geto Xia Yu rubbed his soft short hair and took him into his arms.
The touch of hair still lingered on his fingertips, his warm breath brushed across the top of Gojo Satoru's head, and his tone was so gentle that it could squeeze water out of him.
The scent of cedar with a sweet aroma hits you in the face.
Not willing to be outdone, Gojo Satoru rubbed his neck, deliberately ruffling Geto Suguru's neat collar, then suddenly tilted his head back and cunningly shook the Kikufuku bag hidden behind his back.
When Geto Suguru lowered his head, he happened to meet the other person's bright blue eyes.
"I'm showing you mercy because I've seen you've become so thin lately that you could be tied to my waist like a kite and flown away—"
The Kikufuku bag was stuffed into his arms, and he could feel the residual warmth through the oil paper. "Recharge a certain fox with dessert."
Gojo Satoru put his arms around Geto Suguru and deliberately put the center of gravity of his body on him. A voice with a triumphant smile came from above his head.
"Well, if you're so moved that you want to cry, just tell me. I allow you to hug me and cry your heart out right now."
As he said this, he nudged Geto Suguru's shoulder with his head.
Xia Yujie tutted his words and raised his hand to push away the messy white hair. "Aren't we going back? It's been too long. The Kikufuku won't taste good if it gets cold."
Geto Suguru held Kikufuku's paper bag tightly, and the oil paper made a slight crisp sound between his knuckles.
The evening breeze swept across the copper bells on the eaves, bringing the twilight. Amid the tinkling sound, Gojo Satoru's footsteps came up slowly, like a metronome.
Gojo Satoru put one hand in his pocket and slowly walked to Geto Suguru's side, deliberately dragging out the last word.
"That's not urgent. Jie, tell me first, do you want to know what good things happened to Mr. Gojo today?"
Gojo Satoru had a wicked smile on his face, and his whole body was swaying violently from side to side with an excitement that "there's going to be a good show to watch".
He walked with a casual yet exaggerated pace, a meaningful smirk on his lips, and deliberately prolonged his tone to whet people's appetite.
"That boy Yuji almost tore down the training ground you had enclosed today."
After saying that, he couldn't help but burst out laughing, covering his stomach with his other hand, his shoulders shaking with laughter, his eyes full of mockery.
The sunglasses slid to the tip of his nose, and his eyes reflected the sunset, giving the mischief in his eyes a golden edge.
At this time, he reached out and pushed up his sunglasses, tapped the sunglasses lightly with his fingertips, raised his eyebrows, and winked at Geto Suguru, as if sharing a super interesting secret.
"The 'Black Flash' wasn't released, but Dongtang accurately delivered it to the cursed spirit's mouth every time."
After he finished speaking, he stretched out his index finger and shook it left and right, shaking his head, looking as if he was disappointed in someone but also found it funny.
Xia Yujie frowned slightly, his eyes filled with a bit of coldness and scrutiny: "Lack of control."
The tone was calm but carried an unquestionable attitude.
"He should be thankful that before he even started school, the cursed spirits in Japan had already been trapped and enslaved."
After saying that, he folded his hands over his chest, sighed softly, and looked into the distance, as if thinking about how to improve the situation.
These words were like a cold stone thrown into the center of a lake, causing tiny ripples.
Gojo Satoru suddenly reached out and hooked his hands around his shoulders, the familiar strength carrying an irresistible intimacy.
"The 'Sky Tent' covering the entire country... and those 'little backdoors' hidden in the Curse Spirit Realm..." His voice lowered, shrouded in an elusive warmth, "Aren't they just the 'regret pills' you prepared for those little brats? Don't keep saying one thing and thinking another, Jie."
Gojo Satoru's all-seeing gaze was like a sharp scalpel, accurately cutting through his carefully constructed defenses.
"Using Tianyuan as the foundation, it encompasses the four islands... Using itself as a bridge, it superimposes domains..."
Geto Suguru silently repeated the plan in his mind, and every word seemed to carry a scorching temperature.
"Jay must be very happy that the world of curse has a curse master like Itadori.
"He's innocent and enthusiastic, unlike the lonely and closed-off sorcerer he used to be. I'm glad that Jie can find happiness while pursuing his ideals. It's really wonderful."
Geto Xia's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he turned his head to avoid the burning gaze.
The sunset gently dyed the young man's ears a touch of crimson, just like the unspoken thoughts in his youth.
A soft groan escaped from his throat, with a hint of compromise, a hint of helplessness, and a subtle sense of relief: "...Ah."
In this short word, there are too many unspoken emotions - the embarrassment of being seen through, the tacit understanding, and the silent recognition of this special bond.
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