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On that day, the day he went down the mountain.

This was the first time Yukinoshita Haruno was beaten by her mother. It was very hard and merciless, and the strength was completely different from what she usually used when practicing Aikido.

She was too weak to resist at the time, and was eventually pinned against the wall and strangled.

She watched her usually calm, serious and self-possessed mother lose her composure, saw her red-veined eyes looking at her as if she were an enemy, and listened to her say those words.

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"Why do you think the Yukinoshita family has been living here?"

"Why do you think each generation of the Yukinoshita family's patriarch is buried in the back mountain after his death?"

"Do you know what it means for him to go down the mountain?"

"Did you know that he would die even after becoming a human?"

"We never thought he would die! For thousands of years, every head of the family has just wanted to spend more time with him, whether in life or after death!"

The mother's strength was so great that it was almost impossible to breathe. She was filled with anger: "Now! Because of your self-righteousness, he gave up his long life and walked towards death!"

Yukinoshita Haruno made a judgment at that moment.

The Yukinoshita family was cursed, cursed by that powerful ancestor. She moved the entire family to the front of his mountain, and then set a rule that only the patriarch could enter the back mountain, and then asked him to take care of the Yukinoshita family.

So, under the torrent of time, the two sides have been connected, and generations of tribesmen have come to him. All this is only because the ancestors unilaterally did not want him to spend his long life alone.

But the ancestor was wrong, she had always been wrong. She shouldn't have given up on immortality, and she shouldn't have been so gentle. She had the best conditions. As long as she threatened with her own death, he would definitely come down the mountain, and she could get him completely.

The ancestor was too naive. She let one person after another accompany him and let him watch them die one by one and turn into useless piles of dirt. This practice was meaningless.

The way to resolve the curse of the Yukinoshita family is simple, and the way to prevent him from being lonely is also simple, that is to let him go down the mountain for you, let him grow old and die with you, give him emotions, give him desires and satisfaction.

What they said about not wanting to see him die, and that every generation of clan leaders was willing to accompany him both in life and after death, were all fake, all lies, and were just self-deceiving words after failure.

Everyone wanted him to go down the mountain, because everyone knew that after his ancestors left, his only purpose in going down the mountain was to choose to become a human being.

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So, after being thrown to the floor, Yukinoshita Haruno rubbed her neck, stood up, and looked at her mother who was about to leave with a smile on her face.

"Didn't you think he would die? Mother, don't lie to yourself."

"His power is so powerful that it can make anything he wishes come true. What have you done with his power, as the clan leader? Why haven't Yukino and I seen our father? Why do you spend most of your time in the mountains during every holiday? Why do you always prepare an extra New Year's gift every year? Are you really suffering from his slow death?"

Taking a step forward, Yukinoshita Haruno's smile widened.

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"Are you really not unacceptable because he came down the mountain for a purpose other than your own?"

"Mother, you and I are the same. You are obsessed with getting him down the mountain. This desire is greater than his life or death. This desire has been engraved into your soul."

"Snapped!"

She was responded with a very hard slap.

......

Yukinoshita Yukino put her backpack on the shelf, then rummaged through it, took out two items, and put them in her pocket.

She glanced at the full-length mirror and noticed her hair was a little messy, so she took two steps closer and started to fix it.

I can't let him think that I don't pay attention to my image in private.

After thinking about it, she took two red hairbands from the desk and tied them on both sides of her hair, one on the left and one on the right, like hanging two little butterflies.

Glancing herself up and down, she was about to tidy herself up a bit when she heard a sound coming from the door.

And then there it is.

The door was opened.

The young man with a hot head stood at the door, holding a wire used to pick the lock in his hand. There were no snowflakes on his clothes, but there were large water stains.

He came really quickly.

"Are you leaving?" The young man tilted his head, his tone as normal and matter-of-fact, like the question he often asked, "Do you want to eat grilled fish?"

"Yeah." A gentle look appeared on Yukinoshita Yukino's lips.

"Take me away."

Chapter 36: What you hear is different from what you see

Yukinoshita Miyame actually knew of his existence a long time ago. After all, in the previous generation, the Yukinoshita family had only her as the successor, and she was the only candidate for the patriarch. The family secrets were actually transparent to her.

But I finally met him when I was eighteen years old.

Out of curiosity and impatience, she sneaked into the back mountain while her mother was out before she even got the position of clan leader.

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He was sitting by the lake on the mountainside, with a burning fire and roasted chicken behind him. It seemed that according to the records of generations of tribesmen, he had always been by the lake, never going anywhere, no matter whether it was windy or rainy.

He sat on the rock, holding the bamboo pole with a straight hook hanging at the end of the fishing line, as if he wanted to catch something, but also as if he could not find anything else to do except this.

Yukinoshita Miyame was standing on the slope quite a distance away from him. When he turned around and looked at her with his beautiful, calm eyes, desire arose in her.

That desire might be the feedback from the information she received about him from childhood to adolescence, the response to her fantasies about him during her youth, or it might be just a simple feeling of not being able to bear it.

She wanted him to go down the mountain, wanted him to leave the lake, wanted him to become an emotional person, wanted him to experience all the emotions.

I want those eyes to flow.

Since our ancestors gave up, I will do it myself.

The ancestor is dead, and has been dead for more than a thousand years. No matter how long we wait, the ancestor will not come back.

A long time will only bring endless suffering, so it is better to give up immortality, grow old with yourself, and die together.

Just like that, she, still a young girl, smiled brightly and walked towards him.

"Nice to meet you, Lord Kami. I am the next generation patriarch of the Yukinoshita family, Miyagi."

......

Nomiya picked up Yukinoshita horizontally, exerted a little force, jumped over the wall and landed on the snowy road outside.

Gently putting Yukinoshita down, he first glanced at the strangely familiar mountain behind Yukinoshita's house, then glanced around and asked, "Where are we going now?"

Yukinoshita Yukino looked at him, thought for a moment, and replied, "Let's take the train."

Nomiyama was silent for a moment, then looked at her: "Train?"

Yukinoshita Yukino smiled: "Well, the tram, we haven't ridden the tram together yet, right? The tram is still running, there's still time."

Shrugging, Nomiyama recalled the nearest bus stop and walked forward. "I heard that the late-night trains in Japan are still full of office workers. I don't know if it's true or not."

Yukinoshita Yukino followed him: "It should be true, but we still have to see it later to confirm it."

The two of them took a step forward, leaving their own footprints on the snow, making a crunching sound.

Yukinoshita Yukino asked: "Aren't you curious about what happened to me?"

Nomiyama glanced at her, his expression unchanged: "You will tell me, so I won't ask."

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"Then I won't tell you."

"No, you will tell me."

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"No, I won't tell you."

"Will."

"will not."

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In the end, the information they heard was wrong. When the two sat next to each other on the tram, they found that the late bus was not as crowded as the legend said.

There were a large number of empty seats with only a few office workers sitting there with briefcases in their arms, shaking their heads up and down in their seats, as if they would die in the next second.

"A little boring."

Nomiyama looked at her helplessly as she said this: "Who do you think is the one who insisted on coming to experience the late train?"

Yukinoshita Yukino was silent for a moment, a little disappointed: "I thought there would be a lot of people and we would be squeezed together."

Nomiyama suddenly realized: "Then I can use my own strength to help you create a space among the crowd?"

He pretended to be surprised and looked at the person next to him: "Yukinoshita-san really does have a lot of thoughts in his head."

Stepping on his instep, Yukinoshita Yukino said with a cold expression: "Nomi-san, don't fantasize about this narcissistic plot where you are very popular. It's disgusting."

Nomiyama nodded: "Yeah, yes, yes."

After another step, Yukinoshita Yukino stood up, without looking at him, and said coldly: "Get off at this stop, let's go out for a walk."

"alright."

Nomiyama responded and stood beside her.

Yukinoshita Yukino thought about it and stepped forward again.

Guessing it is one thing, saying it out loud is another. How can you tell a girl’s thoughts directly?

He doesn't consider girls' feelings at all.

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"Give."

Nomiyama exhaled hot air like white mist and handed her the thing in his hand.

Yukinoshita Yukino took the roasted sweet potato wrapped in newspaper and passed it back and forth between her left and right hands.

It's too hot.

Nomiyama ignored her actions, but squatted down beside her and started peeling the roasted sweet potatoes.

Roasted sweet potatoes are something that should be eaten in winter. They can warm your hands and also burn you so much that you'll breathe out when you bite into them.

He took a bite, then chewed it with big mouthfuls, chewed it twice and started to slurp it with big mouthfuls.

Yukinoshita Yukino thought about it and squatted down like him, but instead of peeling the skin and eating it directly like him, she held the sweet potato in her hands and warmed her palms with the freshly baked sweet potato.

Under the neon lights, amidst the occasional car horns and human voices, two young people squatted next to each other, each holding a hot roasted sweet potato. The wind and snow seemed unwilling to disturb them, but just landed carefully beside them.

Yukinoshita Yukino's eyes were fixed on the crowd gathered in the park not far away. She asked, "Did you see clearly when you walked by just now? What was going on over there?"

Nomiyama puffed out his cheeks and mumbled, "It's a commercial. Do you remember that child star you always see on TV? The girl who was about our age?"

"Mai Sakurajima, she's filming a commercial."

Yukinoshita Yukino didn't show any understanding, because she didn't remember the child star at all.

Then, his voice became several times colder: "Nomi-san is really amazing. He can know the other person's name after watching the advertisement a few times."

Nomiyama rolled his eyes. "She's very famous in Chiba. There's a TV series starring her that's been a hit lately, even though she only plays a supporting role. And the classmates in the class love to talk about her too. You're just too out of touch with the news."

His voice grew even colder. "Really? Isn't it because someone has entered puberty and started to have fantasies about public figures?"

Nomiyama couldn't stand it any longer. He bit off the last bit of the sweet potato flesh and said with a breath of white air, "Don't go too far. She's from Chiba. Chiba finally has a little celebrity. What's wrong with me remembering her name?"

Yukinoshita Yukino looked at him coldly: "Really? I don't believe it."

Nomiyama grabbed the roasted sweet potato she was using to warm her hands and peeled it. "I'm only twelve. If you want to throw dirty water on me, at least consider my age. Whose kid starts chasing stars at the age of twelve?"

Yukinoshita Yukino sneered: "Haha, who knows? After all, there are people who bring their female classmates home every day when they are only twelve years old."

Nomi-san choked on his sweet potato.

What do you mean by bringing your female classmates home every day? How can I do that if you don't agree?

......

Mai Sakurajima showed various expressions and postures as requested by the director. She didn't feel tired, but she was only wearing a small skirt, and it was indeed a bit cold in the snowy winter.

After taking a shot, while the director was watching the results, she wrapped herself in a down jacket, walked to a place where she could shelter from the wind, and glanced around casually.