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Kato Megumi glanced at the two of them and frowned slightly.

Junior high is better; there aren't so many problems.

She stepped past the two men and walked directly into his yard.

Then, her wrist was grabbed.

Confused, she turned to look at Eriri.

Eriri Sawamura frowned, staring intently at the house, and pulled the two of them to a stop in the yard.

It was so quiet. It was as if, at some point, the house had fallen into complete silence. Not only the house, but the surrounding area too. The sounds of cars and wind had disappeared, and all living things were silent—the grass, trees, and insects.

It was abnormal, so abnormal that I instinctively felt I couldn't get close.

"Don't go over there, they seem to be... having some kind of problem?"

problem?

Kato Megumi and Sakurajima Mai exchanged a glance, then each turned their gaze to the house.

......

Nomiyama leaned back, supporting himself with his hands, not minding Miyabi's approach. He simply asked, "What's wrong?"

Yukinoshita Miyami stopped, then leaned against him: "I gave you a gift."

She whispered, "I brought myself here."

Nomiyama looked down at her: "You sent yourself here years ago."

“They are different.”

Yukinoshita Miyami said softly, "What I mean is, Kazehaya, I brought myself here."

Nomiyama was silent for a moment, then his fingers twitched.

Yukinoshita Miyami sat up, bending her legs into a duck-like position on the floor. She reached out and took his hand, placing it over her heart.

“Kazehaya, look, it’s been jumping all the time here.”

Nomiyama felt the rhythm of her heartbeat and looked up at her.

Yukinoshita Miyabi smiled bitterly: "This place was only dancing for you when I was born. It has been dancing for many years, and it has belonged to you for many years."

She lowered her eyes: "I know why you've been suppressing it all this time, knowing that you can't compare to Yukino-san."

silence.

After a long silence, she said in a hoarse voice, "Kazehaya, eat me. I can't wait any longer."

Nomiyama's fingers twitched again, and finally he sat up, reached out, and pulled the other person into his arms.

Hold it in your hand, and kiss it.

His breathing gradually became rapid, and his movements began to become increasingly uncontrollable.

Then at some point.

Nomiyama pushed her away, turned his head, and looked at the person who had suddenly appeared in the room.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, he stood up, feeling like he was about to suffer a great ordeal on the first day of the new year.

He heard a trembling, hoarse voice.

"Mother?"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Crossing mountains and seas and time

Chapter 257 Mother and Daughter, Completely Collapsed

What kind of relationship can be described as inseparable? How should it be described?

They understand, know, and perceive each other, and can sense each other's emotions at a glance and see what the other wants.

But that's not enough, because the most crucial element is missing.

[Yearning]

An uncontrollable craving for the other person, an uncontrollable liking and possessiveness.

Once they both realized they shared this, the relationship moved forward.

It started to become taken for granted, to become something that should be done.

I should love you, of course I love you.

I can't think of any other direction. I should just love you. We were born to be together. It's destiny, and we can't be separated.

Nomiyama felt that he and Yukinoshita were like certain stars.

Similar to the Earth and the Moon, they are pulled together by gravity, following an inevitable path, forever nestled together, with no other choice.

But now everything seems to be shattering.

A massive meteorite crossed the vast expanse of stars, its target clearly aimed at them.

Mother?

On the first day of his seventeenth year, Nomiyama didn't hear "Happy New Year" or "Happy Birthday." Instead, he heard the words that left him speechless the most in his life.

Mother?

What is a mother? Why is she a mother?

In that instant, his brain began to work like crazy.

Memories are like pages turning in a book, one after another, revealing blurry afterimages.

Images appeared one by one, and the words were clearly audible.

The monthly remittances to the bank card come from Yukinoshita's family.

I met Miyabi at the foot of the mountain behind Yukinoshita's house.

On the day she left, Yang was put in solitary confinement by her mother.

When she returned, Yang Nai also returned to her side.

The chickens on the mountain were raised by her; she came from a powerful, wealthy, and influential family.

After their reunion, she refused to confess or see Yukinoshita.

And finally, the two children.

Nomiyama's expression twisted; the subtle clues had always been there, and he hadn't suspected anything at first.

He didn't suspect anything or investigate afterward, not because he was lazy, but because his mind occasionally thought of it and then ignored it.

How could this be? How could it be like this?

Opposite him, Yukino Yukinoshita lowered her head, her mind filled with memories of the past.

When he was thirteen, he said he met a woman who claimed to be his wife.

Later, that person left his life, and he didn't think about it anymore.

Some time ago, I confessed everything to my sister, and my thoughts started to wander in that direction. My sister interrupted me, saying that our mother was still looking for him everywhere.

Before leaving home, he received a gift from London, and he assumed that his mother was looking for him there.

But now it's all wrong. I didn't check back then because I thought my sister wouldn't lie to me in that state.

No, she was lying to herself from the beginning.

He didn't think about it carefully, and that was a mistake. If he could hide himself from being discovered at the beginning, it could be said that he was still young. But after junior high school, as he grew up, it was impossible for him to hide himself in Chiba anymore.

It was inevitable from the beginning that his mother would find out about him.

So during my three years of junior high school, I couldn't even go back to Chiba for the Lunar New Year.

I've been wrong all along because I'm unwilling to think about it, and I'm afraid to think about it.

His sister was lying to him, and his mother was lying to him too; they had already gone to his side.

He was hiding it from himself; he was hiding the existence of his mother from him.

But he didn't know his mother's true identity, otherwise he wouldn't have left the question unanswered until now, nor would he have dared to leave it unanswered. He couldn't keep this from himself.

Everything was wrong, wrong from the very beginning, distorted beyond recognition from the start.

The phone was ringing incessantly in the room, vibrating incessantly on the floor, making the only sound besides breathing.

It made a loud noise and a shriek until, at some point, a foot stepped on it and crushed it to pieces.

Nomiyama withdrew his foot, clutched his chest, took a deep breath, and then looked up at the person who was still looking down.

He took a step forward: "Snow..."

His expression changed, and he picked up the silent Gong Yu, smashed through the wall, and appeared in the courtyard.

He turned around and looked at the house.

Without any unusual sounds, without any collapse or shattering, the house simply turned into dust that obscured the view in silence.

Gone, all gone, the entire house was melted and destroyed.

It contains his life memories and evidence of their past.

Letter paper, envelopes, photographs, scarves, clothes, all kinds of books, each bearing its own traces.

In the thick, indistinct dust, the figure seemed to be slightly bent over, but after only a moment, she raised her head and stood up straight again.

Nomiyama raised his hand, stirring up a gust of wind to scatter the dust.

Their eyes met for a fleeting moment.

The next instant, the person opposite disappeared from that open space.

Nomiyama sensed the direction she left in, took two steps back, looked at the four people in the courtyard, and then glanced at Hinano, who was standing on the street panting while holding her phone.

He gave an extremely ugly smile, his voice hoarse.

"Wait for me to come back."

The next instant, he too vanished from the scene.

Yukinoshita Miyami glanced at Haruno, who had just arrived, and then left.

Yukinoshita gritted her teeth, forced herself to catch up, and followed.

So only three people remained in the room.

Kato Megumi remained silent, thinking about Miyabi, whom she had met a few times before.

Mai Sakurajima frowned, not understanding what had happened or why that person had elicited such a strong reaction.

Eriri Sawamura staggered backward as her eyes darted around, saying, "Yukinoshita Miyami, Yukinoshita Haruno, how dare they? How dare they do this?"

Snow falls, rain falls in the palace?

Kato Megumi and Sakurajima Mai exchanged glances and quickly looked at Eriri.

"Snowy Miyazaki?"

......

For Nomiyama, Chiba wasn't considered very big, because his home was located in the most bustling part of the city, and he could get whatever he needed within the city. He never went to places a little further away.

Occasionally, he would wander a little further out in Chiba City, but it was only because he was going to Yukinoshita's house.

His home is in Inage Ward. If you go to the left of the map, that is, to the west, you will reach the famous Tokyo Bay. Crossing that bay will take you directly to Tokyo.

If you go to the right or east, the end is Choshi City in Chiba, which is the easternmost part of Chiba. Beyond that, you will reach the vast and distant Pacific Ocean.

Nomiyama is located on the edge of Choshi City, on a beach where snow was seen.

The girl had her back to him, her posture still straight, her aura still sharp. She was looking at the boundless sea. There was no moon or stars tonight, and the undulating sea looked like a black monster about to swallow everything.