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Having said that, Nomiyama picked up his cup and took a sip.

He is not afraid of heat.

My eyes fell on the movie screen, which was showing the lives of the male and female protagonists, as well as their inner monologues, which were surprisingly similar.

He asked, “Haven’t you seen this before?”

Yukinoshita Yukino listened to him and didn't get up. She continued to curl up on the sofa, her voice rarely revealing some laziness: "No, my sister has been recommending it, but I want to wait until I get back to watch it."

Then your sister is really mean-spirited, Nomiya leaned back on the sofa and curled his lips.

The tone of this movie is some imagination about literary youth. Two seemingly similar people like the same books, the same writers, and the same singers. They run in the rainy night, one blows the other's hair, they kiss at the red light, and think about renting a house with a balcony and raising a cat in the future.

But they eventually broke up. Two similar people couldn't be together in the end.

Nomiyama believes that they are not really similar, because their backgrounds are actually different. The choices they face in life and the pursuit of their life goals are actually very different. The common "hobbies" on the surface are far less heavy than the word "life", so they are destined to be separated by life.

This is actually a bit like him and Yukinoshita. They are similar in many ways, but actually different in essence. He is lazy, while Yukinoshita is hardworking; he has no goals in life, while Yukinoshita wants to inherit the family.

Yukinoshita Haruno, you are so vicious. If you teach Yukinoshita bad things, I will hang you up and beat you.

Just as I was thinking about it, the person next to me sat up, picked up his milk tea and started drinking.

"Have you seen it, Nomi-san?" Yukinoshita Yukino held a cup of milk tea.

"I've seen it." Nomiyama also held a milk tea.

“You didn’t share it with me.”

As if feeling a little resentful, Nomiyama took a sip of milk tea and said, "Because I don't like this movie."

"Why? I think they are very suitable and affectionate, and they are very similar, made for each other." Yukinoshita Yukino looked at him puzzled.

"They separated." Nomiya's expression was calm.

"No wonder you don't like it."

After hearing the spoiler, Yukinoshita Yukino didn't react much. She just put down the milk tea and lay down again.

Nomiya looked at her, his eyes moved slightly, and he supported her falling head.

Put her head on his lap.

Yukinoshita Yukino opened her eyes wide due to the sudden accident.

In silence, Nomiyama brushed some hair away from her face, revealing her clear and carefree blue eyes, and her cute face with a gradually spreading pink color.

"Yukinoshita, I want to confirm something with you."

"Hmm..." Yukinoshita Yukino's voice was weak and mosquito-like.

Chapter 140: When it snows, there must be wind

Yukinoshita Yukino knew that he was going to say something very important.

After all, the two of them had never done anything so intimate before, especially when he took the initiative.

Even if it's just hugging and holding hands, it actually only started today.

In the past, they were all too young and had to abide by the rules, and they would restrain themselves from saying anything even if it was on the tip of their tongue.

But now that I'm sixteen, some words and some intimacy have become a matter of course.

Xianxun novel: the bar has been the ancestor of the nine worms

She was at a loss because she had never experienced this before, and she was very excited because she had been waiting for it for many years.

Nomiyama brushed the hair aside, but did not remove his hand. Instead, he placed it on her shoulders and neck.

Finally, he moved his palm, placed it on the side of the other person's face, and gently stroked it.

"Yukinoshita, we won't be separated, right?"

"No matter what happens, life or death, time or distance."

Yukinoshita Yukino looked at his face which was slightly lowered and facing her, with no change in expression.

But no, if he was in a normal state, he would definitely not ask this question. He was worried, or maybe afraid. Talking about the seniors tonight must have affected him.

"Nomi-san, life and death are destined to be separated."

Nomiyama's voice was filled with determination: "I will go to the Sanzu River to pull you back. Even if you are reincarnated, I will find a way to find you."

Yukinoshita Yukino was slightly shy. She reached out, grabbed his right hand, and placed it next to her face: "Then we will never separate. If you live forever, I will live forever with you. If you die, we will die together. No matter where I am, you must find me back. No matter where you are, I want to be with you."

Nomiyama breathed a sigh of relief. He lowered his head and bent down, slowly moving closer.

Yukinoshita Yukino was at a loss, then shy, and finally angry. She reached out and pushed him away: "Nomi Yamaguni! Don't push your luck!"

Nomiyama was stunned for a moment, then complained and spat: "I just want to touch foreheads. You can do that, but I can't, right?"

Yukinoshita Yukino opened her mouth without saying a word, and finally just changed her position on his legs and looked at the TV.

She thought he was going to kiss her...it was too sudden...she wasn't mentally prepared...

"Excessive..."

The voice was very low, but Yukinoshita Yukino could hear it clearly. She didn't bother to pay attention to the other party's complaints. She moved her head on his legs and changed to a more comfortable position.

Nomiya's eyes softened, he moved his palm to another position, stroking the long hair, slowly and gently.

Looking at the other person's docile appearance with narrowed eyes, he moved even more gently.

Please help me

Yukinoshita, you promised me, you promised not to leave me, so no matter what happens next, don't even think about running away, you promised to stay with me forever.

"Nomi-san, will they really break up?" Yukinoshita Yukino felt the hand stroking her head and watched the movie, feeling a little depressed.

Nomiyama looked up at the TV. The plot was now reaching its most heartwarming moment, with love between them and the good times.

He stopped stroking the hair and placed his palm quietly on her head: "Well, they separated."

"it's a pity."

"Don't feel sorry for them. They are just ordinary people. Compared to those romantic fantasies of literary youth, what they need more is to adapt to life. When life and fantasy conflict, they can only choose to live, because people need to eat."

At this point, he laughed and said, "Yukinoshita-san, you don't have to worry about that. You're a super capitalist. You're the only one who can fire people at work. You don't have to worry about your life being affected by work."

Yukinoshita Yukino reached out and pinched his thigh: "What if I get angry because I'm too annoyed by work?"

Nomiyama looked up and thought for a moment: "Then I can only endure the Second Miss's unreasonable behavior and find a way to appease her."

"What if I get too angry and can't control myself?"

"Just give him a beating, and he'll be fine."

He reached out, pinched a piece of flesh, and twisted it hard. Yukinoshita Yukino lay on her back again, looked at him, and said in a cold voice: "As expected, Nomiyama-kun's violent tendencies cannot be solved. Please don't talk to me again in the future. I'm scared."

"What are you talking about?" Nomiyama blinked. "I mean that the Second Miss took action and beat someone up to vent some stress."

Yukinoshita Yukino opened her mouth slightly, hummed at last, and continued to watch the movie with her head tilted to the side.

"Nomi-san, they are really going to separate." Yukinoshita Yukino's voice was slightly lowered.

"Yeah." Nomiyama continued to stroke her hair.

The last scene of the movie is that the two people broke up and each started dating a new person. They went on dates separately and then met by chance on the street, but no one spoke, they just passed each other.

When they passed each other, they did not look back, but just stayed with the people beside them. Then, seemingly casually and at the same time, they turned their backs to each other, raised their hands and waved, as if saying goodbye.

"Isn't this a good ending?" Nomiyama said softly, "They knew they weren't suitable for each other, and they let go of the past and their obsession with 'soulmates'. They knew they weren't the only ones, and they were willing to start a new life."

“It’s a very gentle ending.”

"But I still feel a little regretful. At least at the beginning, they really thought they had met the 'only one'. Even in their future lives, they may never meet such an 'only one' again." Yukinoshita Yukino said.

Nomiyama was silent for a while, then turned her head and made her look at him.

"Yukikinoshita Yukino."

"Ah."

"You promised me that you wouldn't separate, that you wouldn't leave, that you would be together."

Yukinoshita Yukino's face turned pink again, and she responded softly, "Yeah."

Nomiyama became serious: "You have to understand what this means. I am very powerful and a great pervert. If you agree, no matter what, I will hold you back and not let you go."

Yukinoshita Yukino gave him a blank look, then turned her head away and didn't look at him.

Nomiyama noticed the fleeting charm beneath the coldness.

After licking his lips, he didn't do anything else but helped her up and stretched her waist.

"I should go home. I'm so sleepy."

Yukinoshita Yukino sat up, feeling a little reluctant, but she quickly suppressed the feeling and thought about the situation at home.

It seems that there is only one quilt...

①檪⒈㈡卍/彡○㈨卌

Next time, I’ll buy more bedding and let him live next door.

She stretched her legs and put on her shoes, then stood up and followed him outside: "Should I take you out?"

"No." Nomiya refused quickly.

"I don't want to get downstairs and then worry about whether you're safe on your way home, and then have to go back and walk you to the door."

Yukinoshita Yukino smiled helplessly: "Nomi-san, it's right at the door of the apartment, nothing will go wrong."

"No, I hate saying goodbye."

Yukinoshita Yukino's eyes moved slightly. It had been three years since she said goodbye to him last time and they didn't see each other again.

Her brows softened, and Yukinoshita Yukino looked at him as he opened the door and said, "See you tomorrow then."

Nomiyama mentioned the ramen and nodded, "See you tomorrow."

After a pause, he kept his expression normal and closed the door with one hand: "Yukinoshita, you said it yourself."

“When it snows, there must be wind.”

The door closed. Yukinoshita Yukino looked at the door quietly for a while, then walked towards the living room.

She picked up the unfinished cup of milk tea, walked to the balcony window and looked down.

Until he walked out of the apartment and walked alone under the street light, she watched him and drank milk tea.

Finally, the figure disappeared into the street.

Yukinoshita Yukino put the empty cup aside and looked at the mountain in the distance.

After a while, she stretched out her hand and the fishing rod appeared in her palm.

She clenched her hands and murmured to herself, "A thousand years... Senior, how could you let him suffer alone for a thousand years..."

"When it snows, there must be wind. Even if you come back, I won't give it to you."

Chapter 141: You want to learn? I'll teach you.

Like a soft and docile cat, like the spring breeze blowing on your face, like a scarf around your neck in the wind and snow.

When Nomiyama thought about what had just happened, he couldn't help but think of some cute and gentle things.

She didn't notice it under the covers. She probably just felt that something was wrong with her, so she softened unconsciously and wanted to comfort herself.

So I asked for the answer myself.

Never separate.

As he walked step by step, he murmured under the orange streetlight: "Yukinoshita, if only you had been willing to leave at that time."

"We can escape this world in the wind and snow."

"Can't you just hold back your sense of responsibility..."

While complaining, he turned his head and looked under another street light.

The woman held onto the lamppost and bent over to complain to the trash can.

Tsk, that’s why I said don’t drink too much.