Gojo has become My cat

17

Chapter 17

    The vast white snow.

    It was as dense as rain, and the wind and snow blew up, trapping the whole world.

    Gray buildings, black night, dull sky.

    The snow fell on the face, slowly turning into deep crimson blood. Line by line, as if tears wet the face.

    The snowflakes turned into pure red toon flowers, the size of a bowl, and fell down one after another, as if to bury the secret on the ground. And in order to keep that secret from being buried, the boy who embraced a piece of ice wailed and cried out.

    The sound is like glass shattering in the air, more like a string of bubbles exhaled from a diving lung, crisp and fuzzy, not enough to tear everything, not enough to fill this blank, not enough to change this world that has nowhere to go.

    "Father, I..." The boy's trembling tone sounded in the dream, without continuing.

    Like a comma suddenly disconnected, there is no next sentence. In the silence, I could only see the curved symbol as black as a tadpole, and my heart was full of regrets that I couldn't continue.

    Who is the boy in the dream?

    In the next second, he realized that it was his former self.

    But the dream suddenly changed and became pitch black. The world is full of darkness. The occasional fine snow falls like little fish with silver scales floating under the deep black ocean.

    Standing in the fine snow, Qing Shuimian spread out his hands, taking a piece of fine white snow in his palm. Bai Xue melted in the palm of his hand, like a cracked white wound, gradually spreading around, filled with white light for a while.

    He closed his eyes involuntarily, and when he squinted and opened them, he found that the most dazzling white in front of his eyes came from the white hair of the children beside him.

    "Your name is Mian?" The child has a pair of blue eyes, and the empty sky also reflects Qing Shuimian's appearance at this time. It is also small, with the appearance of a child with short limbs.

    Except for the different eye colors, the little Qingshuimian and the child with blue eyes both have snow-white hair.

    Before he could answer the blue-eyed child's question, Xiao Qingshuimian's stomach growled. The child also heard the cry, and asked calmly: "What's the cry?"

    Touching his hungry stomach, Xiao Qingshuimian became dizzy. In his blurred vision, the facial features of the blue-eyed child are no longer clear, only the white and soft face is particularly delicious.

    It's delicious, like Hakata-dori steamed buns, a specialty of Fukuoka.

    Xiao Qingshuimian only ate it once, but it was so delicious that he couldn't forget it.

    "Are you listening to me, Mian?" the blue-eyed child asked. His tone was very calm, not like a child of a few years old.