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

Geto Suguru, who was looking up at the sky in silence, suddenly felt something flash. He looked towards the light source and saw Gojo Satoru taking pictures of himself from top to bottom and left to right with his mobile phone.

Geto Suguru felt very unwell, he held his hands in front of his chest, and even his tone of voice changed.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Gojo Satoru was still grinning. "Mr. Geto is in such great shape. I'll take some photos and show them to my students so they can learn from him. If ordinary people are so disciplined that they have bulging chests and eight-pack abs, how can they be so shameless as to not train?"

Xia Yujie frowned, "..."

"Wu," he said, his eyes curved with a smile again, but his tone was filled with an irrepressible impulse, "If you do what you want to me again, I'll kill you."

No matter how much he played or how much he made noise, Gojo Satoru still remembered why he came here.

They stayed in the forest until after six o'clock and gained a lot. What they had not been able to do when they were young, they finally did at the age of twenty in the company of their good friends.

Before leaving, Gojo Satoru did not put the cicadas together as he had imagined when he came, and let them compete to see who can call the loudest. Instead, he released them all back.

Having escaped from the dark "cage", the cicadas flapped their wings and flew back to the tree in the slightly dimming light.

Gojo Satoru watched with satisfaction as dozens of cicadas flew into the treetops and disappeared in the blink of an eye, but a smile remained on his face.

Xia Yujie, standing beside him, couldn't understand what he was doing. "Why did you let them all go? You worked so hard all afternoon to catch them."

Gojo Satoru stretched. Focusing on finding and catching cicadas was indeed an activity that was very demanding on the eyesight and physical strength, but this kind of concentration was completely different from the concentration at work.

"It's enough to experience the joy of catching it. Just like many things, the process is much more important than the result. This is what the hedonists believe in."

Xia Yujie also laughed and asked him, "What about Wu? Is Wu a hedonist?"

Gojo Satoru thought about this question seriously. After thinking for a while, he shook his head and said, "Not purely, right? I enjoy the process, but I also think the result is important."

"Then you still..."

"I'm a spontaneous person who follows my heart. Since it's my own decision, the result doesn't matter. The key point is that I made the decision myself and was not forced. Do you understand, Jay?"

I don't quite understand it. It seems like he is talking about the cicada, but Geto Suguru understands that Gojo Satoru is using this incident to talk about his attitude towards life.

He smiled indifferently and said softly, "As long as Wu feels it is right, then there is nothing wrong with any decision. I believe you."

Gojo Satoru turned his head to look at Geto Suguru beside him. It was a little after six in the afternoon. Because they were inside a forest and surrounded by various trees, the light got darker earlier than outside. Too many plants caused the temperature to be lower than outside as well.

Geto Suguru seemed to feel a little cold and rubbed his arms subconsciously.

Gojo Satoru looked down at Geto Suguru's long-sleeved T-shirt in his hand, which was tangled to the point that it was almost unrecognizable, and the corners of his mouth curled up subconsciously.

He quickly took off his T-shirt and threw it into Geto Suguru's arms before he could react.

Xia Yujie stared at the T-shirt that suddenly appeared, "What for?"

Gojo Satoru raised his chin and said, "I'll put mine on you. You've been naked all afternoon, don't catch a cold."

Xia Yujie smiled and returned the T-shirt. He said, "It's not that easy to catch a cold. You should wear it."

Gojo Satoru wasn't convinced and threw it back, "Just wear it when I tell you to. Be good and listen."

Geto Suguru looked at the long-sleeved T-shirt in his hand and then at Gojo Satoru in front of him. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream.

Gojo Satoru's tone just now was really similar to that of ten years ago. He was obviously very childish most of the time, but occasionally he would show the toughness and majesty of an older person.

When Geto Xiayou thought of the past, the expression on his face became extremely gentle. When people recall something beautiful, they always become gentle involuntarily.

"Isn't Wu cold?" Xia Yujie asked again.

Gojo Satoru wrinkled his nose. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me. Put it on quickly."

Geto Suguru hesitated for a while, but finally put it on obediently.

There was a faint scent of lemon mint on the clothes, which was the scent of the laundry detergent that Gojo Satoru had always used.

Geto Suguru had long been accustomed to this smell. Even though they had been separated for ten years, every time he accidentally smelled this smell, the figure that popped up in his mind was still Gojo Satoru.

The sounds, the smells, the feelings, seem to be something that can be engraved into the genes. No matter how many years have passed, as long as there is a little exposure, the memories will come flooding back like a tidal wave. Those figures that were thought to have been blurred for a long time will also become clearer little by little with the sudden emergence of memories.

The T-shirt was warm, and the soft and comfortable fabric still retained Gojo Satoru's body temperature.

Geto Suguru slowly put the T-shirt on himself. The warmth instantly swept over his body, and he inexplicably had the illusion of being embraced by Gojo Satoru.

In the dim light, Geto's throat tightened and his face quickly burned.

Gojo Satoru didn't notice his reaction, his attention drawn to a plant in the grass not far away.

"Jie," he called out Geto's name and raised his chin to signal the other party to look over there.

Geto Suguru was still immersed in the warmth and smell of Gojo Satoru, and looked in the direction the other party indicated a little slowly.

"What's wrong?" Xia Yujie was puzzled. There were only green plants and he didn't see anything attractive.

Gojo Satoru made a few nimble leaps and came to a gentle slope ten meters above. He stopped near a plant about three meters high.

He leaned closer to look left and right. After a few minutes, Gojo Satoru chuckled and looked back at Geto Suguru in the distance.

Xia Yujie looked bewildered, and then he heard Gojo Satoru say with a smile: "I'm not mistaken, but I didn't expect there would be night-blooming cereus here. It's quite rare, isn't it?"

"You mean Epiphyllum?"

"Ah, I was lucky enough to see it once abroad. It was really beautiful when it bloomed."

He looked around, taking note of the place. When he returned to Geto, he said, "Epiphyllums are very particular about their growing environment. They prefer a warm, humid, semi-shaded environment."

Looking at this place, it does meet this condition. "It usually blooms from June to October, and it blooms at night, and it only blooms for about four hours at a time. It's very rare to see it once."

Geto Suguru had never seen a night-blooming cereus bloom, and he had never even seen one that didn't bloom.

In the past, his mother liked to grow flowers and plants, but she had never taken care of the Epiphyllum.

"I've heard of it, but I haven't seen it," he said.

Gojo Satoru was in a good mood, his bare arm resting on Geto's shoulder. He suggested, "When this night-blooming cereus blooms, let's go see it together."

Xia Yujie narrowed his eyes and looked at the Epiphyllum again, and couldn't help sighing, "Two grown men going to see Epiphyllum together, it sounds weird no matter how I look at it."