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I: The Flowers Are Not Sleeping
Chapter 50: Extra Story
Flowers and kisses.

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The earliest cherry blossoms bloom in the warm Okinawa. In February, when the streets of Tokyo were still dotted with white remaining snow, the cherry blossoms in Okinawa had entered the viewing period. The gurgling water rolled the pink cherry blossoms towards the sea, and the everlasting sound of the tide echoes between heaven and earth.

Went all the way up, from the south to the north, and it just arrived in Tokyo in March.

The cherry blossoms on both sides of the approach to the high school were in full bloom, and the tiny pink flowers were tied one after another on the slender ebony branches. The winter sun was very warm, and those petite flowers bloom more and more in the warm sunshine. of bright colors.

Pink cherry blossoms lay quietly on the stone floor, and beams of sunlight fell from the lush cherry blossom bushes, like thin ribbons.

After resigning from Sugisawa High School in Miyagi Prefecture, Yuji Itadori entered the second month of Tokyo Jujutsu High. It was midsummer, and the Bon Festival also happened to be in August.

The chirping of cicadas that filled the clear sky came on time every summer in Japan, and the high temperature and the chirping of cicadas roll together in the heat wave.

Yayoi ran in both directions. She originally planned to take the Shinkansen back to the Kawabata family's old house in Saitama Prefecture and visit her mother's grave at the cemetery in the back mountain. However, her plan changed a lot. Early the next morning, the sky turned white, and the sun disappeared from the horizon. When the sky slowly rose, Yuji had been waiting for her at the bus stop at the foot of the mountain of the Tokyo Jujutsu High.

"I can't let sister go alone." The boy who was already taller than Yayoi scratched his cherry blossom-colored hair. The boy's smile was bright, like the washed sky, "And sister's mom, to round things off, is also my mom. I didn't realize this before. Let's go together this year."

In fact, it's not that he didn't realize it, but because Yayoi never told her grandpa and brother that her late mother had always been a scar in Yayoi's heart. It no longer hurt, but that scar would never heal. That scar as tender as mom herself.

Yayoi suppressed her red eyelashes, raised her eyes after a moment, and looked at her brother who was as warm as the winter sun, "Okay, let's go together."

"What kind of flowers does Aunt Haruna like?"

"Lily, white lily." Yayoi replied, adding at the end, "Mom will like you."

Because you were a little sun.

After the bus stopped at the stop on the asphalt road for a moment, the axles started to rotate again and moved forward towards the place where the sun rose.

Her hometown in Saitama Prefecture had not changed much. The old-fashioned telephone poles were still covered with advertising paper. On both sides of the street, bicycle bells pass by the ears, and the canteen near her home was still open.

Many years later, Yayoi's face was no longer the childish look it once was. As soon as she entered the town, her beautiful features attracted the attention of many passers-by. If it weren't for Yuji next to her, the people who wanted to struck up a conversation with her would have been countless.

Yayoi took Yuji into the store that she often went to when she was a child. The daughter of the owner, Ishida-san, who opened the store has got married. Now she was the mother of three children. The grandfather Ishida was still running his store. After opening the curtain, an old-fashioned electric fan whirred overhead and an old-fashioned TV played the morning news.

"Welcome!"

Boss Ishida raised his head, and a familiar red color appeared in his sight. There was no doubt that the red-haired woman was a beauty. Her beautiful facial features were unfamiliar, but they made him feel very familiar.

Boss Ishida's mind flashed back to an autumn more than ten years ago. A little red-haired girl who was holding a fat orange cat in her arms. The two hanging curtains next to each other in front of the door were hanging quietly. The sunlight cut by the curtains falls diagonally on the red hair.

"Yayoi-chan?" Boss Ishida called tentatively.

The corners of the little red-haired girl's mouth curled up, "Boss Ishida."

"Oh!" Boss Ishida slapped his thigh, a kind smile appeared on his face, and the crow's feet lines at the corners of his eyes became clearer, "It's been so long since we last met, and you has grown into a red-haired beauty! My wife often tells me this, this child will definitely be a red-haired beauty when she grows up. I wonder how many boys will chase her! This is... your boyfriend?"

Boss Ishida saw Yuji next to her. Although he was a young man, his physique was naturally different from that of ordinary people. His strong body already had specifications that ordinary adults may not have.

Young people these days were growing up quickly, and "frozen age" was no longer a rare thing. Although the face was full of the aura of a young man, but looking at the body, it's still a frozen age men! [1]

"This is my younger brother Yuji." Yayoi blinked, "He's still a high school student."

Boss Ishida scratched his head and said, "Hey."

The awkward atmosphere was quickly dispersed by Yuji's few words. This kid had a high emotional intelligence since he was a child, and his emotional intelligence was so high that Yayoi could only hold back. The old man and the young man soon chatted together, and they couldn't wait to meet each other. He dug out an incense burner and inserted two sticks of incense into it, forming the posture of acquaintances who have forgotten the past.

"Let's talk next time!" Yuji held a plastic bag containing orange soda and all other supplies, and waved goodbye to Boss Ishida. The fat canteen owner stood at the door and waved goodbye to them with a smile.

"Where my sister grew up, people are very welcoming!" Yuji was holding a plastic bag and seemed to be in a good mood, a little excited.

"I think it's because of your high emotional intelligence." Yayoi said.

Grandpa Itadori was a little old man who didn't like to smile and had a hard mouth. Yayoi was a red-haired girl who had a confused IQ and EQ. Since Yuji entered junior high school, Yuji had become the leader of the Itadori family in maintaining neighborhood relations.

Yayoi took Yuji to the ancestral home of the Kawabata family. Mrs. Tanaka's family still lived next to her house, but her son was already married. The marriage partner was said to be an easy-going girl. After the marriage, he took his wife with him and moved to Tokyo.

Yayoi took out the long-unused key from her backpack. For more than ten years, Yayoi would come back from time to time to visit her mother's grave every year, but since a certain day, she had has never set foot in this house again. Because she was afraid, afraid that she would cry uncontrollably and her mother would accuse her again.

The key was well kept by Yayoi. There was no rust or tampering. Sje inserted it into the keyhole without any obstruction and twisted it open with a little effort. The process was so smooth that Yayoi felt strange.

"The lock has been lubricated." Yuji lowered his head slightly, "Sister, look, the lock seems to have been changed."

Yayoi touched the door lock. It was indeed a little dusty, but there was no rust left by time. This lock was not the original one.

It was true that no one had lived in the house for a while, and the furniture had been specially covered with dust-proof plastic sheets, and dust was floating in the pale golden sunlight.

Yayoi and her brother lifted off the dust-proof plastic sheet, poured water to clean the floor, and wiped off the dust on the furniture. The cherry trees in the courtyard were full of green shade, and the shadows of the trees under the eaves were dancing.

Yayoi went up to the second floor and walked into her own small bedroom. The bedroom was covered with a dust cover and the quilt was folded neatly underneath.

Yayoi was confused and opened the closet and found several sets of black jackets, black trousers, and white shirts.

Yayoi: "..."

The style of this jacket looked familiar.

"Sister, can I come in?" Yuji's voice sounded outside.

"Come in." Yayoi said.

Yuji came in and saw the jacket in Yayoi's hand before she could put it in. He was stunned for a moment, and then blurted out, "Isn't this Gojo-sensei's jacket?"

Yayoi: "...What did you say?"

She said, why did the style of this jacket look so familiar?

Imbecile, Satoru, you're a big cretin, you actually took over my room behind my back! ! !

Yuji, who understood his sister's thoughts, silently shut his mouth and said to himself that this was not a matter of occupying the room at all, okay?

Sister, please be more careful.

'Ahchoo', the strongest man in the jujutsu society in the distance, sneezed loudly.

The Kawabata family's cemetery was on a mountain not far from the town. Following the path out of the town, Yayoi followed the memories left behind when she was young and followed the vague path all the way to the Kawabata family's ancestral hall, passing through the old torii gate and the stone paved path led all the way to her mother's tombstone. Next to her mother's tombstone were the tombstones of Yayoi's maternal grandparents and great-grandparents.

Sweep the dust under the tombstone and wipe the dust on the tombstone with a rag. After sweeping, pour a little water under the tombstone. Offer orange soda and wagashi that her mother liked to eat during her lifetime in the tombstone, and light incense sticks.

Yayoi lowered her head and said a lot in front of her late mother's tombstone.

For example, she went to Satoru's school to be a teaching assistant for Satoru. Her younger brother was studying at Jujutsu High. While attending school, he was exorcising cursed spirits.

Yayoi was not officially a teacher yet.

The formal teacher of the Jujutsu High needed corresponding level assessment. Many people think that she was a sorcerer with no cursed energy, so she could not participate in the level assessment of the sorcerers.

But it didn't matter, she didn't want to participate.

Satoru said that she didn't have a serious job in the high school, so he simply transferred her to him as a teaching assistant. For a lot of time, she would follow Satoru out to exorcise the cursed spirits. The work included food and housing and a high salary. The only bad thing was that she always have to be teased by Satoru.

The white smoke of incense curled up, the setting sun burned the sky red, and the blood-red sun disk sank on the horizon.

"Aunt Haruna, sister, she is very happy." At the end, Yuji suddenly spoke.

Yayoi paused, the corners of her mouth raised, and a smile slowly appeared.

Before Yayoi left, she sealed the jackets in plastic bags to keep them away from dust and hung them on hangers in the closet. She did not throw them out after all.

At first, she was thinking about taking Satoru out of his dormitory and torture him severely. Why did he occupy her small bedroom when he had so many houses to live in? But later, he was extremely busy with the exchange meeting. She just forgot about it, and those sets of clothes have been hanging in her closet quietly, completely different from their pretentious owner.

Yayoi's birthday was in March, and the graduation season for major universities in Japan also happened to be March.

Before the graduation season, Yayoi thought about the jacket in the closet at home in Saitama County, but Satoru went on a business trip, so Yayoi had to make up her mind to ask him after he came back.

After Yayoi's birthday, it's graduation season.

The third grade students of the Tokyo Jujutsu High School were supposed to be promoted to the fourth grade during the graduation season this year, but Kinji Hakari and Kirara Hoshi were suspended from school after the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons. After the Shibuya Incident, Satoru suddenly remembered. He simply sent the first-year students Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara, who had just recovered from the injury, plus Panda who was familiar with those two people, to deceive the two of them. Oh no, brought them back to school.

When her brother came back, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he was not much better.

According to Panda and Nobara, the two muscular gorillas started fighting without even saying a few words when they met. One yelled, 'you are the one sent by the higher-ups to fool me', and the other yelled, 'I'm not, I didn't. I was sent here by Gojo-sensei. Senpai, please go back to school with me. Gojo-sensei said that if rotten orange dares to stop you from studying, he will ask his wife to beat them'.

Kinji felt that this person was kidding, so he immediately punched him with a face-breaking punch. As he talked, Yuji finally discovered the blind spot of what his teacher said to him.

ーWhere did Satoru Gojo got a wife?

This was something even Kinji didn't know.

The two of them got more and more excited as they fought, and they had to stop only after demolishing the entire building and attracting the attention of the local police station and the public.

When they came back, five people and a panda squeezed into one car, making Ijichi-san's car as crowded as a sardine can.

When the two third-year students returned to the high school in a daze and saw Satoru and a red-haired woman next to him, the white-haired man looked like a big cat that had seen catnip.

Everything was clear. The so-called wife was what they thought unilaterally. It's impossible. How could Satoru Gojo had a wife?

The two of them thought.

Graduation season was when students leave school and go into society. Leaving school and going into society was a transition. Between life and death, there would always be many transition periods. The old ones had ended and the new ones were coming.

The immature teenagers cry and laugh through this transition period. Familiar people would go their separate ways, but it didn't matter. Sooner or later they would be together again, and after that, sooner or later they would be separated again, over and over again. Cry and laugh, laugh and cry, wipe away the tears, and continue walking. In this process, you grow up and change.

Yayoi didn't work as a teacher at Sugisawa High School for a long time. She only had three full years. After graduating from college, she went back to Sendai to teach. Her main teaching was... physical education.

Because sports was her best subject.

And because she was good at teaching mathematics, there were many times when the school was short of staff and when the teacher asked for leave for some reason, the director would ask her to make up the amount. The math teacher of the class she taught was an old man. One day he went to the hospital due to a heart attack. The doctor directly sentenced him to a long period of hospitalization for observation.

Students couldn't be absent from class for a long time, so the dean simply pulled Yayoi over to make up the numbers. There was physical education class in the morning and math class in the afternoon. However, the quality of Yayoi's teaching was surprisingly good, and the students' attention was unexpectedly concentrated in her class. For a time, the results improved by leaps and bounds.

So the dean did not plan to replace her.

If you were to ask about the math class of the person involved, the students in that class would all answer that our math was taught by the physical education teacher.

On the day of graduation, Yayoi received a lot of flowers. The beautiful flowers were wrapped in exquisite packaging and fixed with ribbons.

When Ijichi handed the things to her, the flowers were piled all over the table.

Yayoi was very surprised. She sat on the chair and read the message cards one by one. The message cards were all the names of the students she had taught.

She had never thought that her status in the hearts of students was so high.

Yayoi opened the message cards one by one and read the messages on them one by one.

"Yayoi-sensei has the most beautiful red hair!"

This was Yumi, a girl who liked to wear heavy makeup.

"Yayoi-sensei, don't be confused again =="

This was Yusho, a big, loud boy.

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The cherry blossom branches in the glass bottle at the corner of the table were blooming quietly, and the indigo in the glass bottle creates soft seven-color halos.

She was so absorbed in watching that she didn't even notice that there was someone behind her.

Satoru put his hands in his pockets and stood bent over Yayoi's back, his chin almost touching the crook of her neck. His warm breath fell on her skin, arousing a strange tingling sensation.

"Aren't you on a business trip?" Yayoi pushed his head away and calmly put away the message card in her hand.

"Yeah~" The tone of voice was ups and downs, and he also liked to lengthen the last syllable, "Isn't this back?"

Satoru saw the bouquets all over the table, "Ijichi said you received a lot of flowers, Yayoi is so popular~"

It was obviously a compliment, but when it came out of this man's mouth, it had a different taste, full of strong sourness.

The next second, the person's head was directly inserted into the crook of her neck. The soft white hair rubbed against Yayoi's cheek, and her skin felt a body temperature that was not her own.

Itchy, itchy, weird feeling.

"A gift from a student." Yayoi pushed his head with difficulty.

A message card slipped out of the bouquet. Yayoi wanted to pick it up, but Satoru picked it up before her. Yayoi wanted to grab it, but this guy actually raised his arm and raised the message card to a height that was beyond her reach.

After seeing the above content, Satoru's movements stopped strangely. Even with the blindfold on, she couldn't see his expression, she could only see the corners of his mouth drooping.

"Give it back to me quickly." Yayoi waved her arms, trying to reach the message card, "I still want to reply."

"This card belongs to me." Satoru stuffed the message card into his pocket, "Gojo-sensei, the spicy teacher, will reply to your message~"

Yayoi: "..."

Anyone could reply to her letter, but this person must not be allowed to reply!

"Speaking of which..." Satoru touched his chin, "During the graduation season, will I receive flowers from Yuta and the others? Oh, after all, I am the hot and numbing Gojo-sensei~"

Yayoi: "..."

Yayoi was shocked by this man's shamelessness.

Let's not talk about Yuta yet, why do you think Maki wanted to give you flowers during the graduation season? It's almost enough to send you a blade!

"Anyway, I won't be able to receive flowers from students this graduation season." Satoru sighed with great regret, a bit like a frustrated cat, with drooped ears and tail.

"I wonder if I can receive flowers from other people?" Satoru said with a smile and pulled down the blindfold.

Yayoi was dumbfounded and wanted to say, "Why do you need to take off the blindfold if you smile?"

As we all know, Satoru without the blindfold could be said to be a troublemaker.

The cheeky person blinked his eyes. His eyelashes were long and slender, like cherry blossom branches holding snow. He opened and closed them. His pale blue eyes were soaked in two spring water. The way he blinked was like a snow-white furry big white cat with blue eyes.

Getting closer and closer, his warm breath fell on her forehead.

"I also want to receive flowers." Satoru said with a hint, each word in a longer tone.

Yayoi was naturally a plush person who was a sucker about cats.

The cherry blossoms on the branches of the classroom and office were full of enthusiasm and blooming. They were clustered together one after another, bending the branches. The breeze passed by, and the pink petals fell to the ground, fell to the windowsill, and fell to the table next to the window sill.

The touch on his forehead was warm and soft, and his nose was full of the smell of the shampoo on her hair, as well as the shower gel, which had a sweet orange smell.

Satoru's movements froze. If you look carefully at his eyes, those beautiful blue pupils trembling slightly could be seen.

"I didn't prepare any flowers." Yayoi released the hand holding his head, "Let's make do with this."

Yayoi's cheeks were flushed with a thin red color, and the skin was already cold white. When it turned red, it was as bright as the cherry blossoms outside the window.

So cute.

Satoru couldn't help but laugh softly, holding the face of the person in front of him, bending down, rubbing his forehead against hers, and rubbing his cheek against hers. His laughter was a little hoarse, low and magnetic.

Summer had not yet arrived, but Yayoi felt that the temperature today was too high. Her student said in the message card not to be confused. She turned around and became confused. Her brain seemed to be overloaded, and the temperature on her face was high.

It's scary, her mind was like a mess, she couldn't think of anything, and she didn't know where the control of her body had been lost.

*click*

The door was opened, and the fox-eyed young man who came in holding the door handle in one hand was stunned for a moment, while still holding the document in the other hand.

"Hey, Suguru." Satoru rubbed Yayoi's cheek, turned around and said hello loudly.

"You continue and pretend I didn't come."

The fox-eyed young man had a smile on his face, and his expression was as compassionate as the Buddha who saw through the mortal world and had no desires. He closed the door in one smooth movement.

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In the end, the matter still didn't work out, and those clothes simply hung in her closet.

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Brother Suguru: I was caught off guard and faced a wave of dog food. [see through the world of mortals.jpg]

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[1] Frozen age: to maintain a youthful appearance, a baby faced people.


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