Chapter 27 Fireworks Show and Talks
Jiang Lai was once again fortunate enough to witness Gojo Satoru's speechless expression.
This time he did not forget to take a picture with his mobile phone (an old-fashioned book in the eyes of others) as a souvenir - after all, by the future 285 period, Gojo Satoru, who is casual and at ease, will rarely show such true feelings of speechlessness.
——At that time, he usually had a speechless expression that made others reveal their true feelings.
Noticing Jiang Lai picking up his cell phone (the antique book) again, the young boy Gojo Satoru subconsciously took a half step back vigilantly.
Jiang Lai blinked: "What are you doing?"
The young boy Gojo Satoru leaned back: "What am I doing? It's obviously you--oh it hurts!"
The floating cell phone passed by from the side and hit the white-haired boy's head accurately - Jiang Lai still stood firmly in the same place, but used his own technique to control his cell phone in the air and hit it.
“Hey, hey! Don’t go too far!!” The young Gojo Satoru rubbed his head, his beautiful blue eyes like a Persian cat widened as he threatened, “I didn’t attack you just for our sake, otherwise——!”
Jiang Lai naturally replied: "Yes, yes, the omnipotent super six-eyed genius boy scared me to death, so scared."
Young boy Gojo Satoru: “…”
Young Gojo Satoru: "I don't know why, but it always makes me angry."
"You still feel angry when I compliment you?" Jiang Lai said with a smile, "Come to think of it, how did I go too far? It was you who wanted to ask what exactly I am - isn't this the most vivid experience for you?"
"...Stop using the existence of [Knock Head Melon] to deceive people."
"No, I am the person who will be hit on the head if he doesn't use honorifics to address me." Jiang Lai corrected seriously.
The topic returned to the topic again. The white-haired boy pouted and pretended to hum exaggeratedly with his head raised.
Jiang Lai frowned. He had already finished taking the photo, so he stopped teasing the person in front of him: "Okay, I'm just kidding. There's no need to be so polite. I'm not a very serious person."
"Not bad, not bad, this is what a good [existence] looks like." The young boy Gojo Satoru changed his expression, laughed, and patted Jiang Lai's arm without any restraint.
Then, he looked at the phone (book) in Jiang Lai's hand with a curious and inquiring look, and said, "What on earth is this thing? I guess it's a cursed tool that can break all kinds of spells... Well, it also has a confusing effect, so I can't tell. But it's not dangerous."
Jiang Lai: "It's still dangerous. What if you get hit on the head and become stupid?"
Young boy Gojo Satoru: “.”
He paused for a second, then jumped up and said, "So, you know - this genius's head is very valuable! Don't touch it without permission."
Jiang Lai coughed and asked, "Speaking of which, let's assume that one day you encounter a knife that can break all spells? The kind that is unstoppable."
"Huh? Apart from a thousand-year-old monster like you, is there anyone else who has such a cursed tool?" The white-haired boy said with a relaxed expression, "It doesn't matter if there is. I have already dealt with it before the opponent came close to me - don't underestimate the six eyes with perfect observation speed."
"But if you have the ability, it would be nice to study the reversal technique."
"Stop, stop, stop," the young Gojo Satoru waved his hands, "Let's change the subject. It's enough to just listen to them nagging about learning related techniques at home. It's fun to go out. Today is the fireworks festival--"
The sound of fireworks exploding right overhead was very clear, and the bangs filled the entire night, making it particularly lively.
Gojo Satoru, wearing a simple blue and white kimono (although the pattern is simple, one can see the fine workmanship), pointed to a place not far ahead and said in a raised voice: "There are a lot of food on this street, do you want to come?"
"You're treating?" Jiang Lai blinked, "I don't have any money."
"Because gods don't spend people's money?" The young boy Gojo Satoru deliberately repeated what Jiang Lai said when he was talking nonsense in the shrine that year.
"Because moral gods never take advantage of the working people for free." Jiang Lai coughed, then glanced at the side and said softly, "You call me a thousand-year-old monster, and then you call me a god. This is too fickle."
"You're the one who said it all." The young Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows and smiled slyly like a cat: "Why don't you tell me what you are? That way I can call you by your name."
"When we were in the shrine, didn't you want to call me [Gojo Rai]?" Jiang Lai smiled and said, "You can call me that."
"Tsk——" The young Gojo Satoru curled his lips, but did not ask any further questions. He probably did not have much hope of getting a reply from Jiang Lai.
The white-haired boy took out his wallet and shook it, his blue eyes raised, "No more chatting, let's go! Don't worry, I'll treat you." He raised his head slightly, his attitude casual, "Just eat, drink and have fun - money is not a problem."
The Son of God, who has been spoiled since childhood, has never had any financial problems, and getting whatever he asks for is the trajectory of his life.
"Then I'd better obey you." Jiang Lai didn't refuse. He hid his mobile phone (book) in his sleeves, put his hands together, and said with a smile, "Let's go, Master Gojo?"
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The two of them strolled all the way from the east end to the west end, never stopping to eat street snacks.
After Jiang Lai's initial [existence] prototype appeared, he no longer had normal human needs. He didn't feel hungry when he didn't eat, and he didn't feel full when he ate. So, he was very comfortable trying new things along the way to satisfy his taste buds.
He doesn't have a big taste for sweets and would feel sick of them if he ate too much, so he chose a cup of oden in the second half.
In order to eat conveniently, Jiang Lai bought a shoulder bag that matched his kimono at the beginning of the journey and put his mobile phone (book) inside. He didn't want to be too conspicuous in such a crowded temple, so he didn't choose to use his own technique to float the phone.
The boy next to him, Gojo, also carried a sling bag in the same color as his kimono, but he didn't put his wallet in it. As he walked, he tossed and retracted the wallet in his hand, as if he was playing with it.
I don't know what's going on with his stomach, but he didn't stop at all along the way, and ate the sweets one bite at a time very quickly - Gojo Satoru, who is an absolute sweets lover, never gets tired of it. He looks relaxed and lazy, with his eyelashes half drooped casually.
Although the white-haired boy eats quickly, he does not eat rudely. Instead, there is a smooth beauty to his eating.
The street was about to end, and there were green trees beyond. Jiang Lai looked at Gojo Satoru beside him, intending to ask him whether he wanted to go back to the street stall or turn to the central area to enjoy the fireworks.
Noticing Jiang Lai's gaze, the young boy Gojo Satoru turned his head and asked, "What are you doing?" There was a colorful ball stuffed in his mouth, and his cheeks were slightly bulging, like a hamster.
He raised his blue eyes and shook the three-colored meatball in his hand that he had not finished eating: "Why, you want to eat too?"
Jiang Lai was about to say "No thanks" when the other party swallowed the remaining two pills in one gulp.
Then, the white-haired boy shook a clean bamboo stick and chuckled in an unclear voice: "Want to eat? No, I won't give it to you - just watch me eat it." The tone sounded like he deserved a beating.
Jiang Lai: “.”
The young boy Gojo Satoru threw the bamboo stick into the recycling bin specially set up on this street, and then reached into his side cloth bag, apparently to put the wallet he had been playing with all the way in.
However, when Gojo Satoru pulled his hand away, his clasped fingers seemed to be holding something - he threw it over, and Jiang Lai subconsciously reached out to catch it.
——It was a bag of soft pink cherry blossom-colored candy candies. It was placed in a small transparent bag with a beautiful gold thread tied at the opening.
"I just bought this on the road, and I haven't finished it yet." The young boy Gojo Satoru waved his hand and said, "If you want more, there won't be any more."
In fact, Jiang Lai didn't want to ask him for candy, but he didn't refuse it either. He took it with a smile and said, "Okay, then I'll try it with reluctance."
"Hey, if you're so reluctant, just give it back to me."
"There's no reason to take back something that has been given away." Jiang Lai put away his movements naturally.
At this time, they had reached the end. The end of the street was no longer as prosperous and bright as the inside. The light here was much dimmer.
Jiang Lai asked: "Do you want to go back and visit again? Or should we go to the central area and see the various fireworks of the organizers up close?"
"No need to go to the central government," Gojo Satoru raised the corners of his lips, and he magically pulled out a stick of incense firework (fairy stick firework) from his side bag, "I brought it myself." The boy raised his head slightly, his ambition soaring.
Jiang Lai was a little surprised. He glanced at the other person's side cloth bag and didn't expect that there were handheld fireworks inside - it couldn't be full of fireworks or firecrackers or something.
"Don't look at it. I just brought a few of these from home." The white-haired boy pouted and said, "I didn't expect that they were not sold on the street just now."
"This street is mainly for food, and there are also various temple trinkets." Jiang Lai thought for a moment, then pointed to the side, "Do you want to put it here? But be careful not to cause a forest fire."
"It doesn't matter - there's an open space here, right? And if it really catches fire, I'll definitely put it out in an instant." The young boy Gojo Satoru said casually and briskly. He handed one to the black-haired young man beside him, "I'll give you one too."
Jiang Lai took the incense sticks and fireworks, wondering in his heart whether the other party had sneaked out on his own - in fact, he was thinking about this question just now.
After all, it is impossible for the Gojo family not to follow at all, and as one of the three largest families, they must have their own fireworks feast at the family residence, so there is no need for them to come outside to watch.
Judging from the fact that Gojo Satoru smoked a few incense sticks at home, there was a high probability that his family also had a fireworks show, and it might be even more luxurious and splendid than this privately organized one.
However, according to Gojo Satoru's unrestrained personality, he may prefer to be outside rather than at home, which is full of rules and regulations. Although no one can control him, he still feels a little constrained in such an environment.
The white-haired boy in front of him had already lit the one in his hand. Beautiful, flickering stars suddenly broke through the darkness, and the light illuminated his exquisite and perfect profile.
The young Gojo Satoru's glass-like eyes reflected the bright light. He stared at the light in his hand and said slowly, "In fact, I still don't know whether you are a human or not."
Jiang Lai paused for a moment, somewhat surprised by the other party's sudden words: "What do you mean?"
He blinked and pointed at himself: "If I were a human, would I be able to maintain myself so well? After all these years, I still look the same as when you first saw me."
"But this doesn't prove that you are something other than human." The young boy Gojo Satoru said, "There are also people in my family whose appearance has not changed much over the years."
Jiang Lai's heart paused slightly. He didn't remember that there was such a thing as the face-retention technique in the curse. Even the immortal Tian Yuan would grow old.
The fairy wand in the boy Gojo Satoru's hand had already burned to the bottom. He raised his blue eyes and asked, "Are you from the Supervisory Committee?"