The head of the Yuan family does not want to be reincarnated in the Chanyuan

Chapter 185 The Long Tomorrow

Xia Youjie didn't know how he got back to the dormitory.

Similarly, he didn't know what the people who saw him along the way thought, at least at this moment, he didn't want to care about anything, and he didn't care about anything.

The dormitory is still furnished with the familiar furnishings, the setting sun is projected in through the windows, the books on the table are spread out, and the pen without the cap rolled down to the side, as if he just simply walked out the door, but not Knowing why, the petals of the flowers in the vase fluttered down, softly touching the familiar handwriting on the page.

He walked over slowly, stroked the pages of the book gently with his fingers, twirled the petals with his fingertips and put them aside, then he opened the window and sat on the chair, quietly watching the sun sinking from the western mountain peaks, leaving only Orange-red light renders the entire sky.

Everything seems so ordinary, as if every ordinary day in the past, doing the same thing as usual when there is no task.

If I were here, after a while, Shuo would knock on the door and ask me if I want to go to the cafeteria to eat together.Xia Youjie thought like this, I remember that there will be cake rolls at this time, Shuo will give half of it to Wu every time, and then keep a small piece for himself... But if it is orange flavor, Shuo will never give it up. In the end, he would be kicked out by the cafeteria chef angrily every time.

Xia Youjie couldn't help smiling, then closed his eyes and waited quietly for the knock on the door. Time passed by, and after a long period of silence, he heard two polite voices in his ears.

[咚咚]

Xia Youjie stood up and walked to the door, opened the door with a smile on his face: "Suo, I..."

There was no one outside the door.

Xia Youjie lowered his eyebrows, the light in his eyes gradually disappeared as the sun set, and the room full of warmth was mercilessly taken away, leaving only a silent darkness.

Yeah, I forgot...

Xia Youjie closed the door little by little, shutting out all his fantasies. He walked to the table, picked up a small box from the desk lamp and slowly opened it. Inside was a silver ring. shimmering.

He hooked up the silver ring and took out the red headband from his pocket. The blood dried and solidified on it, and with a slight movement, black and red pieces would fall from it.Xia Youjie walked into the bathroom, rinsed it under the tap, once...twice...three times...

It wasn't until the hair rope almost returned to its original shape that Xia Youjie turned on the faucet, carefully put the ring on it, and tied the hair rope around his wrist.

"Suo." Xia Youjie raised his arm, and placed a soft kiss on the headband and ring that still had water marks on it, "Come with me to see Sister Lizi, and after thinking about it, I will go with Wu to meet those ...'Rotten oranges'? Although it's not a good way to describe it, but when I think of having to argue with those people, I feel extremely headache and irritated."

"However, Wu can make them half dead every time. Sometimes I wonder if they are so old, whether they will pass out after being stimulated by Wu." Blurred, he let out a breath slowly, and said with a smile, "Oh, by the way, my body is covered in blood and dust, it must be ugly, if I go out like this, I will definitely be ridiculed by Satoru, as expected, I should take a bath first .”

He unbuttoned, took off his clothes, walked into the bathroom, undid his hair and unscrewed the shower. Hot water dripped from his half-length hair, flowed over his body, fell on the ground with a faint red color, and finally meandered Disappear.Xia Youjie stood there motionless, his eyes fell on his wrists, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether it was hot water or hot tears flowing down his cheeks.

"Suo, I..." Xia Youjie was at a loss for words for a moment, as if he was organizing his words, but he didn't know how to say it, "It's really... I have been preparing for a long time, but I shrink back every time at the end, and now..."

And now...

"Suo." Xia Youjie raised his head, and Fu Heishuo's slightly puzzled and surprised face appeared in front of his eyes. He smiled softly and said seriously, "I like you."

"No kidding."

"Really... I didn't lie to you..." Xia Youjie finally choked up, "I promised I would never lie to you."

"So...so..."

"You... come back..." Transparent tears fell from his eyes, and painful flowers bloomed on the ground, "Can you come back?"

**********

"Wu Tiao, what did you say?" Jia Ruo Zi felt that he had heard it wrong. Didn't they go to complete the task?She also received Wutiaowu sent her a photo in the aquarium. She was working overtime and felt dizzy. When she saw Wutiaowu's proud text message, she hated her teeth and wanted to teach him a lesson when he came back. …

Jia Ruozi was holding the scalpel tightly in her hand, the cold blade had already been warmed by her body temperature, but at this moment her body was terribly cold: "Although you have always been unreliable, you have always been smiling all day long, and you are not doing anything right. Complaining every day that you don't respect people at all..."

"Nitrogen."

"...I bombard the school every day, as if I'm afraid that Teacher Noctua's hair will fall out, even Qihai, who just entered school, avoids you..."

"Nitrogen."

"...But this joke is too big, be careful Xia You and Fu Hei will beat you after hearing it..."

"Glass." Gojo Satoru looked at the house facing away from him, and said slowly and word by word, "I'm serious."

The voice of Jia Ruozi stopped abruptly, her eyelashes trembled, and a look of bewilderment appeared in her eyes. She tried her best to recall and absorb Gojo Satoru's words, but there was no reason, just a few simple words Resisting into her ears.She bit her lip, put the scalpel on the table, and made a crisp sound, she turned her head to face Gojo Satoru: "You...say it again..."

Gojo Satoru opened his clear blue eyes, looked at Iyuri Shoko without blinking, and repeated it as if trying to convince himself: "Sakuko, Sakuma is dead." He didn't use any words to say Retouching, digging out the cruelest words directly from his heart, as if this would make him stop having that daydream full of brilliant colors.

died?

Jia Ruozi thought slowly.

who died?

Jia Ruizi knew very early that the death rate of conjurers is very high. Since she entered school, as the owner of the precious [Reversal Spell], she has been exposed to it early or survived but was seriously injured. The conjurer, or simply the corpse of the conjurer.

This is her job. If there is no accident, she will also be the rear guard in front of this cold operating table in the future. From the inability to adapt at the beginning to the familiarity now, she thought she was used to it and accepted it. Injured and dead, but she didn't realize until now that she might not be ready at all.

Not ready to face... the disappearance of people I was familiar with...

Jia Ruozi felt that the medical room was frighteningly cold today. She looked around and rubbed her arms, her fingers trembling, trying to wrap herself up tighter, but once, twice...but the button always slipped from her fingertips, Mischievously unwilling to go into the hole.

Jia Ruozi became more and more anxious, she grabbed the button fiercely, and used more and more strength, finally, the button and the silk thread on it broke and flew out of her hand, falling to the ground with a gurgle Get out of the way.

Jia Ruozi stared blankly at the button rolling out, she was so angry that she wanted to cry, she gritted her teeth, her chest heaved up and down, tears rolled down from her eyes just like the button that fell out: " Sure enough, I worked too much overtime, my eyes were blurred, and now I can't even fasten a button."

Gojo Satoru stood there quietly, without saying anything, and Kazuko looked at the embarrassed self reflected in his eyes, as if he knew everything, but he couldn't think of any words of comfort, or in his eyes. In his past life, he had never lowered his head to look at the misery of sentient beings. He just held his head up as a matter of course, staring straight ahead, never thinking about it, and never thinking about the crowd under his feet.

But now, he doesn't know how to comfort others, and naturally he doesn't know how to comfort himself. There is a raging fire in his heart, and he wants to vent wantonly but he can't find a partner, so he can only let his emotions Ignite it, burn it to ashes, and bury it in your body.

Huge sorrow overflowed from the bottom of Jia Ruozi's heart, tears fell on the ground and splashed one after another, intermittently, hoarse.Jiarui Nitzi felt as if he was spitting out blades, and every time he slashed across his throat, the pain became more and more painful.But she still kept her eyes open, looking painfully and desperately at Gojo Satoru's eyes, she saw a world that was collapsing inside, but was firmly enveloped by a body, silent and silent.

"Wu Tiao..." Jia Ruozi rested her hands on the operating table, everything in front of her was spinning, the light dazzled her eyes, she almost wanted to kneel down on the ground, "Where's Fu Hei's corpse?"

"...I don't know." Wuxue Wu's white eyelashes trembled and did not tremble, as if white snowflakes fell on them suddenly, the empty, endless snow even covered the sky, and everything that could be seen was whistling The wind and the vast land, "Glass..."

Gojo Satoru took out a broken knife tip from his pocket, stained with blood stains, some of his and some of Sakusa's: "Sakuya only left this for me."

"That's all I have."

Gojo Satoru looked blankly at the blood-stained knife point in his hand, and murmured: "I went to ask Mr. Ye Moth, and Mr. Ye Moth said that Saku's identity, birthday, and experience are fake, what? It's all fake... I don't care about these, but why..."

Gojo Satoru blinked, and there was a layer of ripples in his blue eyes: "Why... only death is real?"

"Gojo." Jiarui Nitro's voice was hoarse, but he looked at Wujo Wu with an almost sad expression, "Cry out."

"Crying out..." She couldn't speak, but repeated the same words over and over again, "Crying out...it won't hurt..."

"But Nitro..." Gojo Satoru looked up at the snow-white light indifferently, and suddenly felt tired from the inside out. He really wanted to go back to the dormitory right now, go to the bed and sleep under the quilt, and wake up It's a new day, "It's so difficult."

"There seems to be a fire burning here." He pointed to his chest, the flames scorched his lungs, making him feel that even his own breath had a scorching temperature, "It's all evaporated."

"Then just watch me cry..." Jia Ruozi's eyes were full of tears, "Watch me cry, Wutiao."

"Tomorrow...is so long..."