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We went abroad together.

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.

Chapter 258. Elopement Must Be Done with One's Life

Nomiyama Kazehaya: "I like her."

Yukino Yukinoshita: "I disagree."

Nomi Yamazaki: "But I just like it."

Yukinoshita Yukino: "..."

......

Yukino Yukinoshita: "I'm leaving."

Nomi Yamakaze: "I disagree."

Yukino Yukinoshita: "But I'm leaving anyway."

Nomi Yamakaze: "..."

......

Nomiyama has very good eyes, just as she said.

A good eye can see many things; for example, he saw that many people around him were somewhat distorted.

Kasumigaoka-senpai is a crazy person who would risk his life for inspiration.

Gong Yu spoke of the heavy emotions of ten or twenty years plus a lifetime.

Yang is a terrifying devil who will kill everyone else in the world if you don't like me. She is a real devil because she is capable of doing such a thing.

Eriri was alright at first, just a bit clumsy and awkward, but now she's become smarter. However, she's started to twist in a strange direction, and she seems to have some obsession with the relationship between the three of them.

Then, Nomiyama saw himself and Yukinoshita.

Their relationship could never be described as a normal one. He liked her, so he could force her to compromise; she wanted to leave, so he could force her to follow. They were a twisted attraction that imprisoned each other.

Just like the Earth and the Moon being pulled together, they seem to always be at peace, quietly running in their respective orbits, gazing at each other and snuggling together, with small meteors falling one after another, but never saying that they will change their way of getting along or their state of being.

But things are different now. Now a meteorite has appeared, not to punch a hole in them, but to smash one of them to pieces.

If one breaks, the other will also break.

As Nomiyama looked down and moved around, he saw the faintly shimmering sea and the flocks of seagulls flapping their wings on the surface.

He looked up at the distant coastline.

The sun was just peeking over the city made of steel and concrete.

Arrived in America...

Damn it, I've arrived in America.

Nomiyama stepped on the sky above the sea, then looked down at the various cruise ships and cargo ships below, and thought of what he had told her a long time ago.

"If we're going to take a boat, could we go somewhere further, like across the Pacific Ocean, to a more remote place?"

After that, although he lived in a port city, he never took a boat trip. He wanted to save his first chance to ride on an ocean liner and experience life at sea with her.

He never expected that he would actually cross the Pacific Ocean before he had even been on a ship.

Use jumping.

As they landed at the port, Nomiyama watched her disappear around the street corner.

Ignoring the gasps of those around him, he vanished on the spot, creating a gentle breeze.

Los Angeles, the City of Angels, is the real-life inspiration for Los Santos in the game GTA5.

Nomiyama followed her through the streets and alleys, but did not get too close.

Thirty meters—that's the distance I silently noted down last night as I kept getting closer to her and then falling into the water.

Once she crosses the 30-meter warning line, she'll shine.

Literally, it means to emit light.

At one point, Nomiyama stopped and looked at her across several houses.

He couldn't see it; he was just curious why she had stopped.

A few seconds later, he stepped back and appeared where she had been.

A glance swept across the group of people, their bodies stiff: some were sleeping against the wall, others were drooling with their heads down, some were slumped over trash cans, and some were moving slowly and awkwardly like robots.

The Walking Dead.

She must have felt sorry for him, after all, he was kind and right.

No longer thinking about it, Nomiyama took another step and chased after them again.

There is a very famous place in Los Angeles.

Hollywood Hills.

Nomiyama watched her stand on the mountaintop for a while before leaving.

He stood there for a moment, glanced down at Los Angeles, and then followed.

Then they began their journey south, where they encountered cacti and several old cowboys on horseback in the American West.

As I passed by Nomiyama, I wondered how fast those revolvers were.

In a documentary they watched, a legendary cowboy could draw his gun and fire in 0.0175 seconds, a technique known as American Iaijutsu, so fast that before his eyelids even closed, the gun was already back in its holster.

On their final leg of their journey in the United States, they stopped at the Mexican border.

Looking at her from a perfect 30-meter distance on the slope, Nomiyama felt that her black hair needed a trim. It wasn't that it wasn't pretty, but a few strands were obviously overgrown, several centimeters longer than the others, which looked a bit out of place and needed to be cut a little shorter.

He turned his head and looked at the border between the United States and Mexico, where there was a wall, a separation wall, with barbed wire fences, designed to prevent people from illegally crossing into the United States through Mexico.

However, it's not very useful; those illegal immigrants only need to set up a ladder to get over that expensively constructed isolation wall.

The documentary even shows scenes of the isolation wall being blown up by explosives.

Yellow, white, black.

Nomiyama examined the skin tone closely, marveling at the group's obsession, then silently shifted his gaze and continued watching her.

She will probably still feel sorry for them, but this pity stems from her pity for the weak who are not ambitious and give up on themselves. After all, she admires the idea of ​​changing one's own situation through hard work, rather than trying to change one's environment and rely on luck.

Her hair fluttered, and then she disappeared.

Nomiyama glanced in the direction of Mexico and followed.

He followed them to a place where agave grew in abundance, and then stopped outside a tavern on a street in the desert.

After waiting for a few minutes, until he started to let his mind wander to where to go next, the people in the tavern finally left.

He went inside, walked to the wooden bar, and faced the bartender wiping glasses. He spoke fluent English: "Excuse me, did the girl say anything just now?"

The bartender glanced at him and pointed to the already opened bottles of liquor on the bar: "She said you're paying."

Nomiyama took the bottle; it was tequila, usually over 40 degrees, and this bottle contained 750 milliliters.

He reached out, took out his wallet, and handed the bartender a hundred dollars.

He took this from a robber while walking through the alleys of Los Angeles. He punched the robber, grabbed the wallet, and didn't care anymore. Since he was going to the police station anyway, he might as well contribute to his own expenses.

Unfortunately, this person is a bit poor.

Fortunately, I encountered several along the way.

He was somewhat surprised that Yukinoshita had noticed what he was doing on the road.

I picked up the wine bottle and glanced again at the slices of salt and lime on the table.

I only drank a little bit of the wine; I left most of it for him.

Tequila, huh? I have indeed discussed it with her.

He rubbed salt on the back of his hand, ate a slice of lime, licked the salt off, then raised the bottle and started gulping it down.

A dozen seconds later, the golden liquid disappeared. Nomiyama exhaled, raised his hand, placed the empty bottle on the bar, and turned to walk out of the tavern.

The bartender had long since stopped wiping the man's mouth. He stared wide-eyed, puzzled as to why this man could down 750 milliliters of strong liquor without any reaction.

......

San Cristóbal, in the documentary, is a town where residents use Coca-Cola as drinking water, and it's also known as Coca-Cola Town, where Coca-Cola is cheaper than water.

Of course, this isn't because people are addicted to Coca-Cola or believe that drinking Coca-Cola is healthier than drinking water; rather, it's because they lack access to readily available fresh water, but Coca-Cola factories are nearby and offer affordable options.

Nomiyama followed her as they strolled down the street, his gaze sweeping over the people carrying cans of cola.

He suddenly thought of Eriri; if she were here, she would definitely love it.

Coke comes in large bottles, is cheap, and has many sales points.

It's a pity there's no blue one here; she seems to prefer blue.

As he pondered these thoughts, he suddenly realized that the person in front of him had vanished.

Feel it; the other person is moving away from you at a very fast speed.

He took a step and continued chasing.

......

Nomiyama considers himself a person who hasn't seen much of the world. There are many places he hasn't been to, and he only knows about most regions and unique products of the world from documentaries or written texts.

He loves watching documentaries, all kinds. Yukinoshita, on the other hand, isn't as enthusiastic about them as he is, because she prefers cat documentaries or movies.

But whether it's a documentary or a movie, the content they watch is pretty much the same.

They watch together when they're together, and when they're apart, they send messages recommending the videos to each other. The videos are like the books they read and leave comments on each other's books; they are a part of them and a part of their lives.

Nomiyama silently followed her, and after leaving Mexico, they crossed the bay to Cuba, where they stopped at a cigar factory.

But Yukinoshita clearly wasn't very interested in cigars and left in the blink of an eye.

After smelling the air, Nomiyama went to the Caribbean with her.

Nomiyama believes he prefers the Caribbean to her because he was the one who recommended watching "Pirates of the Caribbean." He likes the unreliable yet courageous and romantic Jack Sparrow and even once thought about getting a ship and becoming a pirate at sea.

Perhaps he would rob a great deal of gold and silver treasure, then store it all on some small island, and finally deliberately get arrested, claiming that his treasure is called "One Piece."

She was rejected by Yukino, who said she didn't want to drift around at sea in the sun.

They crossed the Caribbean Sea and entered South America, but didn't go far; they only went to Brazil's largest favela.

Nomiyama followed her through the crowd, looking up at the densely packed houses hanging on the hillside.

After walking a few steps, he watched her quietly push through the crowd and remained silent.

Until the other person continued walking and was about to disappear, he figured things out and followed.

Leaving Brazil, they crossed the ocean again to see herds of animals in Africa, lionesses hunting, people who mainly eat bananas, hundreds of people crammed into an old truck, and huge wooden rafts that were tens of meters long and wide.

Finally, they headed north, straight to France.

Looking at her standing atop the Eiffel Tower, Nomiyama wondered what she was trying to do this time, to overlook Paris.

The next second, the other person disappeared. Nomiyama looked at the iron tower, thought that there was nothing to see if he jumped up there, coughed twice, and then turned and left.

Outside a tavern in Cognac, France.

Nomiyama listened to the person playing the piano not far away and silently corrected the wrong notes in his mind.

A few minutes later, he walked into the tavern.

Still at the bar, he asked in French, "Excuse me, did the girl say anything just now?"

It was just a matter of paying again. Nomiyama was not surprised. After paying, he picked up the bottle of XO brandy and drank it.

It's still a distilled spirit, around 30-40 degrees.

He finished the drink with gulping sounds, placed it on the bar, and turned to leave.