Curse back: Gender-swapped cosplayers always meet the real person

The houses near the Fushiguro family are all old ones that were built more than ten years ago, and the drainage system in the alley is not very good.

Until nightfall, the water on the first floor had not receded much.

I went to the first floor and took a look. Even adults didn't get enough water to reach their knees, let alone children.

The bed was wet and there was a strange smell of dirt and mess in the room, but it was still uninhabitable.

Hui hugged the bed quilt, still unwilling to give up, and asked me: "Can I continue to sleep in the living room?"

"No." I pointed to the floor and said, "Everyone slept here last night and didn't get enough rest. The rooms downstairs cannot be occupied these days. If you keep sleeping on the floor, you won't grow taller."

Shen Er even ruthlessly added: "You may not even be 1.7 meters tall by then, you little dwarf."

Fushiguro Megumi closed his mouth gloomily.

After being coldly rejected, he had no choice but to follow Shen Er to the room to sleep.

The reluctant look in his eyes before he left might have made people think that he was sleeping with his biological father, while those who didn’t would have thought that he was abducted by human traffickers.

But... in a sense, it doesn't seem wrong to say that Shen Er is such a scumbag dad...

After washing up, Tsu Miki lay on my left side holding a pink doll in a lace dress.

Perhaps frightened by the sudden rainstorm, she has been in a low mood for the past two days.

"Auntie." She held the doll in her arms, her eyes wide open with a hint of worry in them: "Can our home be restored to its original state?"

It seems that both she and Hui have an inexplicable obsession with this house.

She was particularly resistant when we talked about going to Hokkaido last time, and now that we were washed away by the heavy rain, she felt worried again.

I was taken aback.

A familiar sentence.

I remember that when I was very young, I was holding a doll and nervously asked the man the same question.

"Dad, can our home ever be restored to its original state?"

He stood at the doorway filled with lilies, shrouded in gloom.

Behind me, the sun was still shining brightly, pouring in through the glazed windows, blinding the fragments of the broken vodka bottle beside the sofa.

But not a single ray of light fell on him.

He spoke, his voice hoarse from nicotine and alcohol, his back to me, without looking back.

"Feel sorry."

Only two short words were left behind, and there has been no trace since then.

He disappeared from my world.

My uncle said that he might have gone abroad or was wandering, or maybe he was watching me in some corner not far away.

The unspoken guess was that he was probably dead.

At that time, I was often afraid of receiving phone calls from strangers or seeing strangers at my door.

They brought news of death.

Tell me that my father died on the street, or in the river, under the overpass, on the side of the road, or in the fields.

But this never happened.

Perhaps he died quietly, as an unknown person.

"I will." I moved closer, patted her back soothingly, and said, "Don't be afraid, Tsu Miki."

What happened to me, I will never let them go through it again.

"As long as Tsumiki is here, Baagumi is here, and Uncle Fushiguro is here, no matter how the house is destroyed, Tsumiki's home will always be there."

"What about my aunt?" The little girl was not appeased. Instead, she continued to ask, "Why didn't my aunt count me in?"

"..."

"Will Auntie... leave? Leave like Mom did..."

There was a mixture of stubbornness and uneasiness in her expression.

This little girl, who had always been obedient and sensible, expressed her negative emotions so directly for the first time.

I remain silent.

After a moment of silence, Tsu Miki said:

"I understand." She lowered her head and said softly, "Aunt will leave too."

Will I leave? Of course I will. I'm not even their aunt, it's just a made-up identity.

I stared at the hair that spun around her head and struggled for a moment between lying and telling the truth.

"Tsumiki."

I finally chose to tell the truth.

"I don't know when my aunt will leave."

She looked up at me.

"But I promise you that I will never leave without saying goodbye. I will tell Tsumeki and Kei before I leave, okay?"

We looked at each other in the sound of the night wind.

She snuggled into my arms, holding the baby in her arms: "Then you must keep your word."

"must."

......

The rain outside had stopped since daytime.

After the rainstorm, the family across the street hung a sunny doll with a bell on the balcony. Whenever the wind blew, the sound of tinkling bells would come in faintly, which did not disturb people, but was more like disturbing than disturbing people.

Such a quiet night makes it easy for people to recall the past.

I recalled that night in the mountains.

After experiencing anger, pain, guilt and struggle, Geto Suguru walked out of his predetermined fate.

I was able to find my way back home.

He stood under the canopy, said goodbye to me, and watched me leave.

And a group of people who wanted to say goodbye but couldn't.

I have seen Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru ten years later, I have seen what Fushiguro Megumi and Tsumiki will look like when they grow up, and I know the future lives of all of them.

There was an unread text message from Gojo Satoru in his backup phone, but no one knew what it said.

Maybe it's just a boring spam message, or maybe it's just a very common complaint, but it has become a regret.

Because I will never know what is written in it.

The skirt I wanted to buy for Jia Ruxiaozi was not given away.

But, I can't even see how she looks in it. After all, it really fits her perfectly!

Suddenly he left the Utahime group, would everyone be confused? Or do you think it was Gojo Satoru who was causing trouble?

Where's Nanami? Where's Ijichi? Where's Principal Yega? Where's the first years? And...

Where are they now and how are they living?

Will anyone remember me?

Is the Tsu Miki in front of me the same girl I met ten years later?

..........

It was late at night, even the wind had stopped, and the sound of wind chimes outside the window had disappeared.

Feeling sleepy, I lay flat on the bed, looking at the ceiling covered by the night. A car drove by and its headlights illuminated the window.

Tsu Miki fell asleep quietly.

I pulled the quilt up and covered her shoulders. The sound of the child's even breathing rang in my ears, making me feel at ease for some reason.

Forget it.

I thought.

Meeting each other is already a good fate.

As for the rest, I can't ask for more.