Zongman: Dream with me

【Qiong】Dinner is ready, where are you?

【Qiong】It's so slow

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【Qiong】Where are you?

【Qiong】You?

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[Qiong] Don’t go too far!

【Qiong】Speak back!

Looking at the missed calls and text messages on his phone, Mu You once again felt that it was a mistake to mute his phone. He said "I'm leaving first" and left quickly. Yukinoshita looked at his hurriedly leaving figure in silence.

While waiting for the elevator, he met Shizuka Hiratsuka who was late. Mu You did not borrow the teacher's car, but left the community and came to a dim alley.

Mu You extended his right hand, and suddenly, a cyan chess piece emerged. Upon closer inspection, it resembled the queen in chess. At the same time, a gentle breeze blew, and a pair of cyan wings unfolded behind Mu You. Grasping the chess piece, he soared into the air, flying off into the distance.

The breeze covered his figure, and the moonlight hid his traces.

Finally, they arrived at a small house with lights on. A green light flashed by, and Mu You took a breath at the door. There was no other way. This method was too burdensome for him now, but the advantage was that it was fast. It only took him two minutes to cover a distance of five kilometers in a straight line.

I took out the key and opened the door gently, and found that Qiong had been sitting at the dining table, leaning on the corner of the chair, biting her fingers and staring at her phone with a mixed expression, as if she was waiting for a message.

Then he saw Mu You gasping for breath, with a look of joy on his face. He forced himself to calm down, walked past him expressionlessly, looked around Mu You, and found that he was not injured. He kicked him and went back to the room.

"Hey..." Mu You wanted to call her, but when he saw the cold scrambled eggs with tomatoes on the table, as well as the bowl and chopsticks placed aside, he felt a little guilty, so he decided to eat first.

After all, this was Qiong's rare cooking experience. She took a bite and tasted it. Hmm! It was better than the last time she taught me personally. It looked like she had made great progress. She finished her meal slowly, then washed the dishes. Mu You looked at the clean trash can, then glanced at the refrigerator, finally giving a somewhat unkind smile.

Then it was time to take a bath. Mu You put the bath water in place, walked to Qiong's door as if nothing had happened, and knocked:

"Qiong, the bath water is ready."

There was no response, but there was a faint rustling sound, which seemed to indicate that he had heard it.

The bathing order in the Kasugano family is that Qiong takes a bath first, and then it is his brother's turn. Qiong likes to take a bath, so You always fills a pool with water and lets Qiong soak for a while.

When Mu You walked into the steamy bathroom, she smelled a strange smell, not shampoo, but a more natural fragrance. So, Mu You subconsciously glanced at the clothes basket.

No, no, no, I'm not a pervert. Mu You turned on the cold water, calmed himself down, and began to wash his body. As a northerner in his previous life, Mu You surprisingly had no habit of taking baths, and he didn't like people scrubbing his back. Of course, it might also be that he didn't have a girlfriend before he traveled through time, otherwise he might also like this activity.

But since it's already been put away, Mu You certainly doesn't mind soaking it for a while...

When he left the bathroom, he saw Qiong sitting cross-legged on the sofa. She was wearing a snow-white suspender nightgown, with her delicate shoulders exposed. It was a March day and she looked a little thin from idleness, but Mu You didn't have to worry about her catching a cold. Her freshly washed hair was casually scattered behind her.

Seeing that Mu You had finished washing, she stood up and walked over, stuffed the hair dryer in her hand into Mu You's hand, and sat down on the dressing table next to her.

Mu You smiled silently, turned on the power, tested the temperature, and started to blow-dry Qiong's hair. The brother and sister were one in front and one behind, one sitting and the other standing. As the hair dryer was whirring, they were silent, but a warm atmosphere slowly rose.

When it was 70% dry, Mu You picked up the comb, the comb and the conditioner and slowly combed Qiong's hair.

"I met a drunk today."

"Another drunkard?"

Looking at Qiong's eyes in the mirror as if he was looking at a criminal, Mu You felt a little amused and helpless.

"It was really an accident. Teacher Xiaojing can vouch for me. I just sent her home."

"She?" (She and he are not pronounced the same in Japanese) Qiong raised her eyebrows.

"She." Mu You was a little embarrassed.

"Last time you picked up a drunk cat." Qiong began to list my sins.

"How would I know Madara got drunk and accidentally ran over here."

"Last time, you helped a drunkard find his bass."

"Um—didn't she give me two concert tickets later? You also like her singing style, and aren't you also a bassist now..."

Mu You didn't say anything else because he saw that Qiong's eyes had changed from scrutiny to murderous intent.

"How can there be such a bassist..." Qiong muttered softly, as if recalling something unhappy.

"Then go up, up, up..."

"Wait, stop talking. I was wrong, okay?" Mu You didn't know whether to laugh or cry. At the same time, he wondered if he had met too many drunkards. The key point was that he didn't drink.

Qiong pouted with her cheeks slightly bulging, like a hamster. Mu You poked her with a smile, but received a roll of the eyes.

"You, is the band you mentioned real?"

"Of course, after all, it would be a shame not to sing those songs, wouldn't it?" After coming to this two-dimensional world, some works became reality, and the songs originally remembered lost their origins. He can and will continue to reproduce them.

"Then why are you not in the band!" Qiong was still a little angry.

"Because I'm already responsible for composing the music and writing the lyrics, and as an off-stage player, I can be a substitute at crucial moments."

Qiong lowered his head and listened to Mu You talking.

"Well, you'll be on bass, Xun will play guitar, and Kousei will work part-time on keyboard and drums. After all, the piano can be considered a percussion instrument."

"Mom will beat you if she knows."

Mu You stopped and the surroundings suddenly became quiet. Ever since the original owner's parents left, the brother and sister kept silent about it. Qiong knew that her brother had many magical abilities and she was also a beneficiary, but she still didn't dare to ask.

She was afraid to hear the answer that she was powerless, and she also knew that everything had a price. If she really did it, what price would her brother pay?

Mu You looked at Qiong who was depressed, put down the comb, walked to Qiong, and lifted her up high when she screamed. Looking at her turquoise eyes which were similar to his own, he said gently:

"No, Mom is very gentle."

Mu You woke up after the car accident, or rather, it was like a dream. He accepted some of Kasugano You's memories, but not his emotions.

He was like reading a book called Memories, or a fragment of it. Everything he saw and felt was his own. But this also came at a price: Mu You's memories were also suppressed.

He knew who he was, but he didn't know where he was going. He remembered that he had a past life, and he knew his past like the back of his hand, but he couldn't remember a name that was associated with him.

"Mom and the others just went on a long trip."

Mu You's words were full of longing. He could understand Qiong's feelings because he was an orphan himself and understood the value of family affection even more.

"We have to stay home and take good care of the house until they come back."

"What if...what if they can't come back?" Qiong choked.

"When that day comes, I will help you find them..."

Mu You gently recounted a cruel reality, but before she could finish, Qiong held her mouth shut.

"You~~" Qiong opened his arms and hugged his own body, the person who was the best and most important to him.

"You're not going to leave me, are you?"

There was no response, and Qiong's heart sank gradually. He used more force with his hands, and became more panicked.

"Why? Why don't you answer?"

"Why do you have to do this? Even if you just lie to me, it's fine!"

Ever since the car accident, Kasugano Sora noticed the changes in Mu You. Even though she had most of the original owner's memories, her sister, who lived with her day and night, could still see some abnormalities.

Just like meeting a friend after a long separation, we all know it is him/her, but he/she is different from what we remember.

There was no other way, Mu You could only explain that this was the price of gaining power.

Kasugano Sora believed this statement, but she still felt confused from time to time. She could feel the faint combing of her hair, but she didn't know the reason, so she had to try her best to catch the wind that had temporarily stayed for her.

Mu You felt the warmth in his arms and the tears soaking his clothes, and he felt extremely sorry for this weak girl.

But there is nothing he can do. He sighed silently in his heart.

Gently patting Qiong's back, a gentle force lingered at Mu You's fingertips, soothing the crying girl and finally sending her to sleep.