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"Huh? I don't think you called me Fenghaya, so it's okay then."

Yukinoshita Haruno couldn't see the face of Yukino's friend because he was following behind Yukino.

So, she also rolled down the car window, propped up her face with one hand and casually placed the other hand on her shoulder, looking at her sister as if she was playing a prank: "Hehe, Yukino."

"elder sister?"

Yukinoshita Yukino paused, and almost instinctively, she reached out to stop the person behind her.

It's just that person is really out of control.

He looked at the person in front of him strangely, then tilted his head and looked out the car window from over her shoulder.

"Your sister?"

The teasing expression on Yukinoshita Haruno's face stopped, then faded, and finally returned to calm.

She looked at the person who suddenly disappeared and reappeared, and gradually exerted force with her left hand, piercing the flesh of her right arm that was supporting her face.

The face was much more youthful than before, and the eyes were still clear, but they were no longer a calm lake, but had turned into a clear spring flowing in the mountains.

Chapter 34: Can you come find me? Quickly

The first thing Yukinoshita Haruno wanted to do was push the door and get out of the car. She wanted to ask him why he suddenly disappeared and why he appeared next to Yukino.

But the moment she looked into his eyes, she understood.

He doesn't remember himself.

Not only did he turn himself into a child, he probably also had his memories erased.

Not to mention her, a junior with whom he had only spoken once, I'm afraid that he has now even abandoned the memory of that ancestor.

But why? If you had to choose one Yukinoshita, why not me? Why Yukino?

I was the one who discovered you first, and I was the one who took the first step towards you. It was clearly me who took the first step, so why did the reward end up in Yukino's hands?

Staring at him, Yukinoshita Haruno tried hard to suppress the impulse in her heart.

It's not the time, not yet, at least not now. We are still strangers, and I don't quite understand his current personality. Any extreme behavior will easily appear abrupt and may cause disgust.

Take it slow. Now that we're down the mountain, there's plenty of room to maneuver.

As her mind raced, Yukinoshita Haruno smiled as usual, as if she didn't care about the boy at all: "Xueno, it's time to go home."

Seeing that her sister didn't say much, Yukinoshita Yukino breathed a sigh of relief. She opened the car door, turned around and whispered, "See you next winter."

I have thought about it and led the three prayers.

Nomiyama nodded: "Well, see you next winter."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards home, neither fast nor slow, with no intention of lingering.

We will meet again eventually. As long as we spend half a short winter, we will meet again, so there is no need to deliberately pursue the sense of ritual of parting.

Rather than this matter, he was more curious about the composition of the Yukinoshita family. One was an atmosphere destroyer who could freeze the atmosphere just by standing there, and the other was a fake person who didn't want to smile at all but could still smile easily. So what would their mother be like?

In short, the Yukinoshita family is really full of talented people.

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Yukinoshita Haruno fell silent after her sister got in the car. She quietly watched the neon lights passing by outside the window and the snow hitting the car window.

She knew her sister was looking at her with concern and inquiry, but she didn't want to respond, at least not now.

Wait until Mr. Yoshino, who was in the driver's seat, took Hayato Hayama back to his home, until the car drove into his own house, and until his sister was about to get out.

Rubbing her brows, Yukinoshita Haruno spoke: "Yukino, go to the restaurant first. Mother should be having dinner at home today. Remember to go over there so she doesn't ask any questions."

Yukinoshita Yukino was stunned for a moment, then nodded outside the car: "Well, sister should come over early too."

After her sister left, Yukinoshita Haruno leaned back in the chair, tucked her feet in, and finally curled up on the soft chair. After maintaining this posture for a long time, she said, "Uncle Yoshino, you should have a backup of Nomiyama-san's investigation materials."

Mr. Yoshino, who had been waiting in the front seat, nodded and said, "Yes, Miss, would you like to see it?"

"Ah."

Mr. Yoshino then opened his briefcase, pulled out a piece of information paper and a photo, and handed them behind him.

Yukinoshita Haruno leaned forward and took it with her hand.

She leaned her head against the window, still maintaining that huddled squatting position, her eyes slowly scanning the documents.

Nomiyama Kazezao lives alone at 221B, xx Street. His parents are suspected to be archaeologists who work abroad all year round and send him a sum of living expenses every month.

[He is a bit of a loner, likes fishing and barbecuing, has excellent grades, and is an old friend of the eldest daughter of the Sawamura family]

[Good at using violence. When provoked by classmates, the first choice is often to beat up the classmates first and then ask for the reason.]

Yukinoshita Haruno's gaze lingered on the words "fishing" and "barbecue," then she shook her head slightly. "Uncle Yoshino, your investigation isn't thorough. The information is too brief, lacking a lot of context."

Mr. Yoshino seemed to be aware of this problem, so he immediately apologized: "Sorry, Miss."

With some embarrassment, he said, "I saw that the second young lady was having fun playing with him, and Nomiyama-san wasn't a bad student by nature, so I didn't investigate some things carefully."

"Since a few years ago, the atmosphere at home has been a little bad. The second young lady is at home..."

"Okay." Yukinoshita Haruno interrupted him, put her legs down from the seat, opened the car door and stepped out.

"It's okay, Uncle Yoshino, I don't blame you, and you don't have to worry about things at home."

She turned around and looked at the old man who had driven for her family for more than ten years. She smiled and said, "Don't show these things to mother, including the photo of Nomiyama. She's been a little upset lately. We can handle our own affairs."

"Okay, Miss."

Mr. Yoshino nodded and drove to the garage.

Yukinoshita Haruno shrank her body and walked towards the restaurant with her arms folded.

It is still snowing now. Because she attended a social event, she was only wearing a thin white dress. It looked pretty, but it was not warm at all.

As soon as she arrived at the restaurant entrance and before she could even open the door, Yukinoshita Haruno heard her sister's voice.

"why?"

The sound is a bit loud.

Opening the door, Yukinoshita Haruno walked in with a smile on her face, her back straight, as if her previous shivering was just an illusion.

She closed the door and glanced around the room, slightly puzzled.

My sister was standing in front of the dining table at the moment. She didn't look back, but just stared at the person sitting at the head seat of the table.

The elegant and dignified woman put down her chopsticks, her eyes calm. "I have arranged for you the best teachers in Europe. I need you to grow up as quickly as possible."

Yukinoshita Yukino bit her lip, her resistance obvious: "I can still learn those knowledge in Chiba, there is no need to go abroad."

Oh my, I have learned to rebel against my mother.

Yukinoshita Haruno's expression was slightly strange, but she still didn't say anything and stood quietly aside.

Yukinoshita Miyame was silent for a moment. She looked at her little daughter for a long moment before she said, "I know you've made friends, and I know you're reluctant to part with them, but Yukino, you are the daughter of the Yukinoshita family."

Yukinoshita Yukino opened her mouth, still preparing to say something.

"When you turn eighteen, I will no longer be in charge of family matters."

"You need to grow up quickly. For at least the next three years, I need you to study hard and learn all kinds of knowledge, unless you are ready to give up your rights."

The woman's face showed a hint of fatigue. She stood up and walked out of the house. "That's it. This winter, the two of you should stop wandering around and focus on your studies."

Never mind? What does never mind mean? The words Yukinoshita Yukino originally wanted to say were stuck in her throat. She looked at her mother who left in confusion.

Yukinoshita Haruno looked at her silent sister, then at her mother who left with a tired look on her face, and was also somewhat caught off guard.

She had long since stopped caring about family inheritance. The current situation was that Yukino was being forced to leave, and her mother didn't know about it yet, so...

Taking a deep breath, she suppressed the urge to curl up the corners of her mouth.

Don't worry, mother. Our family's treasure is not lost. Give me a few years, and I will bring it home to show you.

Just bear with it for a few more years, and then you can just call him Feng Zao...

Be proud, mother. When the time comes, he, whom even our ancestors could only treat as a close friend, will become your son-in-law.

Finally unable to suppress the corners of her mouth, Yukinoshita Haruno raised a smile and looked at her sister who was staring at her: "I don't know, Yukino, this is a unilateral decision made by mother, and I was not included."

"I see."

Yukinoshita Yukino lowered her head and walked out of the restaurant.

She wandered aimlessly in the corridor, then stopped at one point and looked at the snow that was still falling and piling up in the courtyard.

I want to see him and talk to him.

Now is the time to go find him.

Her gaze shifted as Yukinoshita Yukino swept across her own house, clearly recalling every road and every blind spot that would not be seen by the surveillance cameras.

Those were the things her sister had taken her to explore when she was ten years old.

You can go out.

Exhaling, she took out her cell phone from her pocket.

You can go out, but you want to use the privileges of a girl, you want to be valued, and you want him to come to you who is very powerful.

[I don't want to stay at home anymore. Can you come see me? Hurry up.]

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Chapter 35 Take Me Away

Nomiyama pulled all parts of his body except his head into the kotatsu, then lay on his back, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

If he wasn't fishing, he always seemed to be in this situation where he didn't know what to do. He had watched "Dragon Ball" on TV over and over again. If it wasn't for the rebroadcast every time Yukinoshita came over, he wouldn't bother to take a look.

He has finished reading all the light novels and comics at home. As for various literary works, it’s not that he doesn’t read them, but he just doesn’t feel it’s appropriate to read those works in the winter environment.

Like what is written in books, most of the descriptions of someone reading are usually "in a quiet corner of the library, sunlight shines through the window onto the girl reading, the cicadas' chirping is noisy and annoying, but the girl's eyebrows are quiet and gentle as she turns the pages of the book."

In short, the best time to read is usually not winter.

People always talk about studying hard, but if given the chance, who would give up the warmth and comfort of a kotatsu in the winter to slowly turn the pages of a book? Besides, isn't it said that you studied hard? It proves that it was hard, so who would suffer for no reason?

While I was daydreaming, my cell phone rang.

He reached out from under the kotatsu, grabbed his phone, and opened the page.

The note is [Second, Miss Two, second place]

The message is [I don’t want to stay at home anymore, can you come see me? Quickly]

He tapped his fingers and Nomiyama replied: [Oh]

Then he was about to ask for the specific location of her home, but he received another message. It seemed that the other party had never considered that he would refuse, and was already editing the second message after sending the first one.

After looking at the map location she sent him, Nomiyama pulled himself out of the warm kotatsu and walked towards the entrance.

The next second, the ringing sounded again.

[Enter through the main gate, the last row of the courtyard, the first room on the left]

After changing his shoes, putting on a heavy down jacket and a scarf, Nomiyama sighed. That's why he felt that girls had complicated minds. He guessed that she had just arrived home not long ago, and suddenly she was about to run away from home.

When he went out, he looked up at the snowy sky.

He felt like he could fly, but it seemed unlikely that he could.

It is true that he can jump. When traveling in the city, jumping is the fastest and quickest way he can think of.

But if it jumps into the sky and then falls down, it will be difficult to control the landing position. Smashing the road is a small matter, but crashing into a building or damaging some flowers and plants would be bad. Chiba would probably have a few more urban legends the next day.

Age-appropriate bar

So, I can only run.

Closing his eyes, Nomiyama recalled the Chiba map he had written down when he was bored, and then compared it with the message she sent him to determine the location and route.

The next second, he disappeared.

A big hole was knocked out of the dense snowflakes that were about to fall to the ground. The air fell into a brief silence, and then suddenly boiled, as if expressing its dissatisfaction with being looked down upon. A strong wind suddenly blew up, blowing the briefly silent snowflakes away.

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