Chapter 76: Spring Undercurrent
Gong Zhili was busy in March, and it was April when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom.
The cherry trees in the village bloomed one by one, and the flowers around their house also bloomed, especially the cherry trees around the tree house, which surrounded the entire tree house.
Gojo Satoru woke up from the tree house, surrounded by the rich scent of cherry blossoms, and sneezed.
The fragrance of the flowers completely permeated him, and the bloody smell that had vaguely surrounded him a few days ago had faded away. Gojo Satoru got up, stretched his shoulders and neck, and lazily washed up before going out.
He stood by the railing outside the tree house and saw Gong Zhili busy in the fields.
I thought that all that was planted in March was complete, but it turns out she seems to be even busier in April.
She doesn't plant many of each vegetable, but there are dozens of varieties, including white radish, cotton, pumpkin, ginger, peanuts, corn... Gojo Satoru's knowledge of crops has now reached the peak of two lifetimes.
There were fine raindrops floating in the sky, and she was weeding in the field wearing a straw hat she had woven herself.
She could have avoided the rain at all, but her serious attitude towards life made her more and more adorable.
Gojo Satoru's gaze was too obvious. Miya Chiri looked up and saw him staring at her. She waved at him, "Come and help me pull the weeds. I'll go make breakfast."
Without waiting for his answer, Gong Zhili turned around and walked out of the field. Gojo Satoru looked at her fearless back, took out a candy and threw it into his mouth. He rolled it with the tip of his tongue twice and then bit it directly. The candy residue melted quickly.
He seemed...too accustomed to her.
As if he would never refuse.
Gojo Satoru finished eating the candy and chuckled: He really didn't reject her, did he?
After dinner, Gojo Satoru signaled to Miya Chiri that he wanted to talk to her.
Miya Chiri made a pot of tea using the last few chrysanthemums left over from last year. Although it didn't fit the feeling of spring, she insisted on using up all the dried chrysanthemums, and Gojo Satoru's protests were useless.
"If you want milk tea or fruit tea, bring your own next time. Milk tea is very simple."
She sat down on a chair on the balcony, leaned back and enjoyed the finally free spring time.
Below the balcony was an orchard, where peach, apricot, and cherry blossoms were in full bloom. Gojo Satoru sat there, taking in the sight, and then grumbled, "So much is growing on your land in the spring, aren't you taking care of it?"
Almost all the plants are growing wildly in the spring and plundering the land. Except for the house, the outside of the house has long been surrounded by flowers and plants, leaving only a small path for people to walk on. This should be the result of Gong Zhili's control.
Gong Zhili: "Survival of the fittest. As long as there are no plants I hate, they can grow anywhere."
The rain stopped and the sun shone into the garden, casting the shadow of the bamboo fence on the moist soil. The air was filled with the greenness of new leaves, the fishy smell of wet soil, and the faint fragrance of flowers. When mixed together and inhaled into the chest, one could clearly feel the arrogance of spring, "I am growing" and "I am alive."
Gojo Satoru took a sip of chrysanthemum tea and said, "I've prepared a new piece of land. I need you to go there and set up the barrier."
Gong Zhili: "Reward?"
Gojo Satoru: "A piece of land."
The two looked at each other, Gong Zhili said: "It seems that the reward is getting lower and lower."
Gojo Satoru: "That piece of land is by the sea, the scenery is beautiful, and it comes with a sea view room."
Gong Zhili: "Deal."
She leaned back in her chair and asked, "How many barriers do you plan to set up across the country?"
Gojo Satoru smiled. "The number varies. If I must say, when the day comes when you no longer need the title deed to open the barrier, come with us to Shinjuku Station. That's the last place."
Forget about the title deed to that place.
Gong Zhili snorted, "That would require all the barrier points in the country to protect a single center. Before that, you'd better make some money and buy some land."
She decided to take a nap on the balcony. She brought out the recliner, covered her face with a book, and said to Gojo Satoru before going to sleep, "I'm going to take a nap. If you want to watch TV, keep it down."
She fell asleep defenselessly.
Gojo Satoru turned his head and stared at her for a while. After confirming that she was asleep, he walked into the study, took out a book, and sat next to her to read.
Spring things are done in spring, and new members have been added to the flock of chickens and ducks at home. When Gong Zhili was building the shed, she imagined the scene of groups of newborn chickens and ducks walking behind their mother and watched it many times. She also sent the children at home to school.
Originally, Hisahito is a little bit older than her, but she has the final say in this village. It can only be said that the system in this regard is not that strict. Moreover, it would be too pitiful to leave Hisahito alone at home. When he goes to elementary school and junior high school in the future, does he have to be one level lower than Megumi forever?
In this way, children who were originally close to each other will gradually distance themselves from each other. So with her intervention, Yuji Itadori also happily entered the kindergarten with his small bag on his back.
Fushiguro and Hisahito were in the 3-year-old class, the twins went to the 4-year-old class, and Tsumiki went directly to the first grade of elementary school.
The children go to school and eat lunch there, so Gong Zhili has a lot of free time. After sending the children to school, he and Gojo Satoru go out empty-handed.
When he returned home, he carried a lot of gifts besides the new land deed. Why didn't Gojo Satoru help carry them? Because he had more things in his hands.
Gong Zhili was too lazy to clean up these things. As soon as she came back, she slumped onto the sofa: "Are you really that crazy about shopping?"
Gojo Satoru also sat next to her: "But you didn't say 'no' when you bought it."
Gong Zhili: "Well, I have to admit that when I was shopping, I felt that everything was very useful, and I was very happy with it."
Gojo Satoru stretched out his arms and placed them on the back of the sofa: "Isn't that enough?"
Gong Zhili turned his head to look at the pile of paper bags on the ground and sighed, "It's going to be a pain to clean them up..."
She nudged Gojo Satoru's arm and said, "Go put the odds and ends in the closet and carry the clothes into the room."
She started ordering him around again...was it conscious or unconscious? Gojo Satoru's back teeth ground unconsciously, but he couldn't help it. He reached out and pinched her cheek, saying, "Where are you tired?"
Gong Zhili covered her face and protested: "If you don't want to accept it, then don't accept it. At worst, I can accept it later!"
Gojo Satoru's fingers lingered on the back of her hand, the distance between them subtle, he could vaguely feel the heat of her skin. He snorted and chuckled, slowly withdrawing his hand, "I didn't say I wouldn't help you clean up."
The tall figure squatted down again. He picked up the bags patiently and classified them one by one according to Gong Zhili's instructions.
Gong Zhili watched him arrange everything in an orderly manner, then changed his position and lay on the back of the sofa to look at him, looking very happy: "Gojo, do you do housework like this at home?"
Gojo Satoru closed the cupboard door in the living room, stood up, and said calmly, "After moving into the high school dormitory, I'll do all the housework myself."
It's not difficult.
Gong Zhili, on the other hand, couldn't agree with him on this point: "You never cleaned your house before entering the technical college. It was always others who did it for you. Aren't you not used to it?"
Before she left the base, her life was well taken care of by her mother. She devoted herself to her ideal career. It was not until she left the base that she really learned various life skills.
Her mother also told her that she would need to pay attention to many things when living alone in the future. She didn't take it to heart at that time, but now she thinks that it is not easy to manage her life properly.
Gojo Satoru sat back on the sofa and said, "There's nothing strange about it. The food and accommodation at the technical college are very good. I spend most of my time sleeping in the dormitory, so I don't have to worry too much."
He looked around the house and said, "It would take more than double the time and energy to clean it up like this."
Gong Zhili picked up the remote control and said with a smile, "But you did a great job of categorizing the five items. I'd like to ask you for help next time."
Gojo Satoru again: ...Did she do it on purpose or unintentionally?
He simply pinched her cheek again, and looked down at her using his height advantage: "Are you pushing your luck?"
Gong Zhili groaned, "It hurts."
Gojo Satoru: "I didn't use any strength at all." Having said that, he still let go of his hand, and then Miya Chiri raised her upper body and reached out to pinch his face.
Gojo Satoru:!
Gong Zhili had a smug smile on his face, having accomplished his earlier wish of ripping the face, and then quickly retracted his hand: "Even."
Gojo Satoru's expression was truly unpredictable now.
The remaining touch on my face was extremely clear - the warmth of her fingertips, the dull feeling of her nails scratching the skin, and the mischievous force. It was a bit painful, and it felt like she did it on purpose.
It's like a stone thrown into a deep pool and sinking down, stirring up the undercurrent at the bottom.
He no longer had time to care about the exploding and burning temperature of the nerves hidden under his skin. He wanted to eat candy again.
He should have left the living room and gone anywhere, to boil and grow with the spring outside, or jump into the lake to calm his head, but he just snorted coldly, sat back down next to her, and started watching the boring and noisy variety show.
The sofa sank a little because he sat down again. Gong Zhili didn't seem to expect that he would really agree to "get even". He tightened his arms around the pillow, his eyes still glued to the TV screen. The gap between the two of them was very subtle, and the sound of the TV alone seemed to be able to fill this space.
Gojo Satoru didn't look at her. He took out a hard candy from his pocket, peeled off the candy wrapper and threw the candy into his mouth. The sweetness was rich, but it couldn't suppress the unfamiliar thirst in his mouth. As usual, he bit the candy into pieces with a "crunch". The sweet juice and candy pieces mixed together, and the sweetness was wrapped in a stinging pain.
The exaggerated laughter and mechanical applause from the TV came in waves, making his temples hurt. He had no idea what those people were laughing at. His eyes seemed unable to capture any effective light and shadow. All his senses seemed to be concentrated on the left side of his body. Gong Zhili's presence seemed to be magnified countless times. Her subtle breathing, the sound of clothes rubbing against each other, and the faint fragrance wafting from the ends of her hair all tickled his nerves.
He was restless.
And all this was his own choice.
The candy cube shattered completely, and the sweet feeling slid down my throat.
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