Curse Back to Five Summers: Best Friends Are an Excuse for Couples

Two or three o'clock in the afternoon is the hottest time of the day. Gojo Satoru is very motivated because it is his first time to catch cicadas. He does not complain about the hot weather or the sun.

He walked in front carrying two nets, chattering all the way about how good he would be at catching cicadas in the future.

Geto Suguru had just woken up, having been woken up halfway. He didn't get enough sleep, so he felt groggy and had a slight headache.

He followed Gojo Satoru listlessly, holding the cage in his hand, and yawned from time to time with his mouth wide open.

Gojo Satoru's excited chatter was like a lullaby to Geto Suguru at this moment.

The two of them walked out of the house and headed towards the forest not far away. After enduring the hundred-meter-long winding path, the temperature dropped suddenly the moment they entered the forest.

Various trees, named and unnamed, grow in an orderly manner in the soil. It is not a sparsely populated forest, so there are paths formed by the footsteps of countless people who have passed by.

The road is very narrow, just right for one person to walk on, but it would be very crowded if two people walked side by side.

There are intertwined treetops above your head, and the wind blows from time to time, blowing the branches and leaves, and the branches and leaves shake and rub against each other, which is a very pleasant natural sound.

The treetops form a natural parasol, shielding the area from the scorching sun and providing cool shade.

The cool breeze blowing in my face brought with it the unique fragrance of flowers, plants and trees. When I walked to a relatively open and flat area, the wind suddenly became stronger.

The usually regular wind came from all directions, swaying the shadows of the trees and undulating the weeds. The heat was swept away, and the exposed faces and hands were cold.

The transport equipment was blown up by the wind, as if it had become a kite, and would fly away with the wind in the next second.

Geto Xia Yu stopped, slowly closed his eyes, and took a deep breath of the fragrance of the grass and trees in the forest. Even the smell of the damp soil became pleasant.

The wind blew across my skin, and I felt like I was bathing in clouds, very light.

Not only was Geto Suguru immersed in the natural surroundings, but Gojo Satoru was also rarely so relaxed by this kind of comfort that he let himself sink into it.

Gojo Satoru did not continue walking into the depths of the forest, but stood not far from Geto Suguru, watching him and waiting for him to wake up from this comfortable environment that made people unable to help but admire it.

Gojo Satoru had stared at Geto Suguru many times before, but at this moment, even though he had seen countless beauties, he was still controlled for a few minutes.

Completely relax yourself, immerse yourself in the power of nature without thinking about anything. The world's complexity has nothing to do with me, and I don't create that kind of complexity. It is very Buddhist.

Buddha is associated with Geto Suguru.

Gojo Satoru suddenly smiled inconspicuously. This was really a funny metaphor.

"Don't argue, Satoru."

Geto Suguru suddenly spoke up to stop him, forcing Gojo Satoru to stop laughing immediately. He was not quite convinced and raised his chin towards Geto Suguru.

"I didn't say anything."

Xia Yujie curled his lips into a faint smile, "Sometimes quarrels are not caused by what you said."

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru frowned. He didn't quite understand what Geto Suguru said. "What on earth are you talking about?"

"I heard you laughing."

Gojo Satoru couldn't win the argument, so he simply walked back to Geto Suguru's side and casually put his arm on Geto Suguru's shoulder. When he couldn't win the argument, he would show weakness and act like a spoiled child. He was good at this kind of thing.

"Mr. Geta, are you staying here?" he said, pretending to be weak, helpless, and pitiful. "If you don't leave now, the cicada will hide back in its hole, and we won't be able to catch it."

"Once a cicada leaves its hole, it won't go back, stupid Satoru."

"Well, well, just treat me as an idiot. Let's go! The cicada won't fly into the cage if we just stand here."

Because the wind was so comfortable, Geto Suguru didn't want to leave.

For a moment, he even thought about not going any further and just standing here to enjoy the breeze.

He had long lost interest in catching cicadas and instead preferred being here.

However, Geto Suguru opened his eyes and looked at Gojo Satoru's aggrieved face.

Gojo Satoru thought to himself, he has never caught someone before, right? I came here to accompany him.

Geto Suguru was thinking again that if the person next to him was not Gojo Satoru but someone else, he would probably just give up.

He won't move forward. Whoever wants to move forward can move forward. He won't move forward anyway.

If the other person was Gojo Satoru, he couldn't say such words.

"I'll accompany Wu to catch cicadas. Next time, Wu will accompany me to meditate here."

Gojo Satoru frowned, "Meditation?"

"what."

"The word meditation doesn't suit Mr. Getsu. Don't talk about meditation."

"why?"

Gojo Satoru was strangely stubborn. He didn't even look at Geto Suguru, but simply retorted, "Anyway, don't meditate. Meditation is for religious people, not you."

Xia Yujie smiled and sighed, "How can that be true? Ordinary people meditate too. It's just about emptying your mind and letting your body and mind relax."

"No, no, anyway, don't do this."

Xia Yujie didn't want to argue with Gojo Satoru over such a trivial matter. He shook his head helplessly, "Sometimes I really don't understand you. So, is it because of the age difference that we have disagreements on some things?"

Geto Suguru carried the cage and walked deep into the forest. Gojo Satoru blinked a few times and followed behind him.

"You mean the age difference?"

"Yeah," Geto Suguru nodded, admiring the scenery, "I'm twenty-seven, Satoru."

Gojo Satoru stopped talking, his mouth was pouting, his cheeks were puffed up, his brows were slightly furrowed, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Xia Youjie couldn't hear the other party's noisy voice, so he turned around and looked at him.

He saw Gojo Satoru like a grumpy kitten, with his head slightly lowered, which was very different from usual.

When Geto Suguru saw him like this, he felt a very strange feeling in his heart. It was hard to describe it accurately, but it was slightly sour, like eating an unripe fruit. The smell was sweet, but the taste was not so good.

He laughed at himself, thinking that his metaphor was strange.

However, it has to be admitted that there is indeed an age gap between him now and the current Gojo Satoru.

Even though he knew that Gojo Satoru was only a few months older than him when he was alive, after his rebirth, he was actually seven years older than Gojo Satoru.

If it were them when they were alive, it would be exactly like how I feel now when I look at DK Gojo Satoru ten years ago.

Age often becomes an insurmountable gap between two people. If the differences become more and more, can they still regard each other as their best friends?

"Hey, Mr. Geto," Gojo Satoru suddenly called Geto from behind.

"Hmm?" Geto Suguru continued walking forward and responded casually.

"Are you overthinking this?"

He paused and stopped.