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Nomiyama laughed: "You might not believe it, but I've actually wanted to go up to the sky for a long time. I want to stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun, so I'll probably go to the sun and see up close what it's really like. Maybe I'll even go further and travel through the stars and the sea."

He spread his arms wide, his eyes gleaming with excitement: "Don't you think it's interesting? It's the stars and the sea, humanity's ultimate fantasy. Perhaps all the secrets are hidden there, and I can cross over to find the reality that people have been dreaming about for thousands of years."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked up at the sky, beyond which lay the vast ocean of stars, a sea of ​​stars, a world of human imagination.

"But by then you won't be human anymore, so what feelings will you have? At most, you'll just leave behind the thought that you have to leave, and exile yourself alone to that cold starry sky."

"But I won't forget you. I will definitely remember you again. But then I'll have to go to such a far and big place to find you. It will be very tiring."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at him again, her expression calm: "I will not die again. Take Eriri and go. The outside world belongs to you. Let me go, and let yourselves go too."

Nomiyama looked at her for a while, then refused: "No."

He gave his reason: "We haven't had children yet."

He said with a serious expression, "I've wanted to have a child with you since I was thirteen. If you want me to leave without having a child, you might as well kill me."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at him coldly: "Go to hell."

Nomiyama turned to look at Eriri, who had changed into a tracksuit: "Eriri, let's die."

Eriri Sawamura paused for a moment, then scratched her head.

"Oh, how will you die?"

......

They were still alive, but went to Los Angeles again, led there by Xue Zhi.

However, the price of a home generator was not cheap, and it cost a lot of money. After thinking about it, Nomiyama took the two of them and started to go back to their old business.

It's not robbery, it's punishing evil and promoting good.

Nomiyama released his grip, letting the robber roll his eyes and fall to the ground. Then he squatted down and began to search for the wallet.

Perhaps there's something wrong with him, or perhaps people on the West Coast just have too much energy; in any case, he always manages to easily run into robbers in the alleys.

"She's really skilled." Yukino Yukinoshita shook her head.

Eriri Sawamura was much more interested than her. She watched with excitement and casually asked, "Where are we going next to punish evil and promote good?"

"No need." Nomiyama pulled out a wad of US dollars and clapped his hands. "This guy is surprisingly rich, but I don't know why he's robbing someone. Maybe he's high?"

He stood up: "The generator is bought, but we still need gasoline and some daily necessities. Let's go buy them."

"Alright then." Eriri Sawamura was slightly disappointed, but she quickly cheered up. "I'm going to buy a lot of seeds."

"Anything is fine, but when did you become so interested in growing vegetables?" Nomiyama picked up the generator.

"Homegrown food always tastes better, just like when it comes to fish, the fish you catch yourself always tastes better," Eriri Sawamura said seriously.

"Really? I think the fish you caught taste pretty good too." Nomiyama stroked his chin.

"That's because you can't catch any fish yourself, so you can only eat other people's fish," Yukino Yukinoshita exposed him.

"You underestimate me." Nomiyama turned to look at her and reached out to touch her hand.

"I believe that what's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine, so if you catch a fish, it's roughly the same as if I caught a fish."

After listening to his words, Yukino Yukinoshita nodded and said, "What's yours is mine. So what do you have now?"

Nomiyama: "..."

Eriri Sawamura jumped onto his back and hugged his neck, saying, "It's okay, I don't mind that you're poor."

Nomiyama: "..."

His eyebrows twitched, and he finally became dissatisfied: "I'm not poor. I just punished evil and promoted good, and the money came in very quickly."

Yukino Yukinoshita merely glanced at him: "How pathetic."

Eriri Sawamura smiled and said, "Amazing, amazing."

......

When Nomiyama returned to the valley, there was only one person on that small hill.

He glanced at the light on outside the cabin and walked over: "Where is she?"

Yukino Yukinoshita stood atop the hill, dispelling the white mist as she gazed at the starry sky above: "I told her to go to sleep first."

“Hmm.” Nomiyama walked to her side, but instead of gazing at the stars like she did, he sat on a small wooden stool, propped his chin up, and looked at the wooden house, saying, “I just went to the nearest place with people, a manor, a hundred kilometers away. There were only two people there, they were not young, they were a couple.”

"Really? They're quite strange, living in this deserted area." Yukino Yukinoshita stopped looking at the starry sky and sat down as well.

“It’s work.” Nomiyama scratched his face with his finger. “I went in and took a look. The decorations were luxurious, and every room was kept very clean, as if it was waiting for someone to use it at any time.”

He stretched and said, "Sometimes there are rich, bored people in this world who suddenly want to go on an adventure and vacation to the ends of the earth, just like us. And that manor might just be for rich people."

Yukino Yukinoshita listened quietly to him finish speaking, and then said, "The Snowdrift Lodge Mode."

"Huh?" Nomiyama turned his head. "You didn't think of that the same thing as me."

"Hmm, what are you thinking about?" Yukino Yukinoshita asked.

"The Shining." Nomiyama said with a serious expression.

"In the depths of the snowstorm, where no one could reach, the Shining erupted, humanity went mad, blood gushed forth, and the middle-aged man, his face contorted, cleaved open the wooden door with a sharp axe, and said to the woman with a ferocious smile: 'Johnny is here.'"

Yukino Yukinoshita sighed, "But that child isn't here."

Nomiyama shrugged: "The three of us are all kids."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at him without saying a word.

Nomiyama reached out, picked up a small stone, and threw it away: "Yukinoshita, let's go there tomorrow. I talked to that couple; they're very easy to get along with. They have quite a few books in their estate; we can borrow them to take a look."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at the snowflakes on his down jacket and said helplessly, "In a place like this, the presence of any one person would be terrifying, let alone the fact that you walked over there. Are you sure that couple won't be scared by us?"

“No.” Nomiyama smiled, thinking of the hot tea he had drunk in that living room. “Because they are very old and lonely. They are so old that they don’t want to think about my background anymore, and so lonely that they want to invite me to stay for a couple of days.”

“They don’t have long to live, but they don’t want to leave. They will die in that manor this year or next, and no one can survive in a place like that. When one of them leaves, the other will follow after he has taken care of his business.”

Yukino Yukinoshita remained silent upon hearing these words.

Nomiyama looked at her, and after a moment of silence, said, "Yukinoshita, I am not afraid of death. If I am destined to die, I will face it, just as you said, to die proudly and gracefully."

He looked down at his slightly trembling hands: "Back then, I wasn't afraid of death. I felt my fate was sealed and I was ready to face it."

He raised his head and continued to look at her, smiling calmly: "I'm even strangely calm. Although we didn't have a better ending, I really tried my best and didn't hold back any strength. We still have that unspoken understanding. We are still suitable, destined people."

Yukino Yukinoshita stared blankly at his smiling face, her lips parted and opened, but she couldn't utter a word. Something was beyond her control, flowing down her face.

Nomiyama saw the flowing liquid, and he reached out his still slightly trembling hand to gently wipe her face.

Some of his words, like his hands, seemed to tremble slightly as they drifted in the wind.

"I felt regretful at that time because I owed you so much, and also because it seemed like I really wouldn't be able to see you again."

"Don't die under the snow."

"If you want to escape, I can escape with you."

The arrival of the 263rd palace rain

"What exactly do you want? We're already in a deadlock. Let me stay here, and you can take Eriri back, okay?"

Nomiyama felt her weight on his shoulders and the dampness on her neck and shoulders: "Without you, Eriri and I don't know how we'll get by."

"Staying here is the same. Kazehaya, if we keep dragging this out, we'll only torture ourselves and the rest of us day after day. Let's let each other go."

"Easier said than done."

Nomiyama hugged him tighter: "Should I let you die, or never see you again?"

He lowered his head and tapped the other person's shoulder: "If I could do that, there wouldn't be so many problems now. I would have gone back long ago. I left while I was on my way."

Yukino Yukinoshita was silent for a moment, then her voice was bitter: "Would it have been better if we had been strangers from the beginning...?"

"Go ask Eriri, don't ask me."

......

When Eriri Sawamura opened the door, the two people were embracing.

She kicked the doorpost and said, "Can't you go to sleep first? It's the middle of the night, don't you guys find it annoying?"

Nomiyama turned his head and looked over: "Peeping tom."

Eriri Sawamura glared at him: "Bullshit, I woke up in the middle of the night and found you two still lovey-dovey outside."

"What? Is it any of your business if I hug her?"

"You're in my way, I want to sleep with Yukino."

"Shouldn't you sleep by yourself? How old are you? Do you think you're a child?"

"Ha, you're just jealous, aren't you? A man you can't sleep with."

Nomiyama couldn't bear it any longer, so he let go of her hand, stood up, and walked towards her.

Eriri Sawamura glanced at him, walked past him, and looked at the other person, her voice a little aggrieved: "Yukino, he bullied me."

Yukino Yukinoshita also stood up, casually walked past him, and took Eriri's hand: "It's okay, just pretend he doesn't exist."

How could someone as grown as me not exist?

Nomiyama silently muttered to himself, but didn't say it aloud, just quietly watching the two of them walk into the room.

Once he was alone, he moved on, not going to sleep in the cabin, but returning to the small hillside.

He sat on the small wooden stool and began to think about some things.

He thought for a long time, his eyebrows furrowing repeatedly, until finally he stopped thinking and just stared blankly at the white mist in the sky.

I left in a hurry and didn't have time to notice whether the chickens in the shed at home were killed by the snow or left there.

If it hadn't died, it would probably be quite fat by now.

Those chickens have such good lives; all they have to worry about is when they'll be eaten and how to steal food from their own kind.

......

The next day, Nomiyama still took the two of them to the manor.

A manor covered in snow, almost losing its color, was greeted by the old man who managed the manor, or in short, the butler.

The butler's name was Ivan, a very common Russian name. He was quite old, his back was still fairly straight, but his hair was all white, and his face was covered with wrinkles.

He and his wife managed and cleaned the estate together. His wife's name was Sasha, a very kind old woman.

At least Eriri would think so.

Nomiyama watched Eriri happily accept the handful of candy, then looked at another old man and said in Russian, "Grandpa Ivan, we've come to borrow some books."

"Borrow books?" Ivan was taken aback, then smiled kindly. "Reading is good. I'll take you to the study later. I have most of Dostoevsky's works here."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at the two people over there, sat quietly, and then picked up her teacup and took a sip.

The best tea was used to entertain guests.

They started discussing the issue of him staying overnight, and he seemed quite enthusiastic. Well, let's go along with it; there's nothing else to do back home.

You refused?

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at him with some surprise, even though he seemed quite interested.

"We still have some meat cooking at home, it would be a waste if we didn't go home to eat it."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at him intently, a slight smile appearing on her lips, but it quickly disappeared.

They eventually had lunch and then decided to go home.

Lunch was quite lavish; according to Ivan, it was a supply delivered from outside every so often.

Before parting, they received a gift: a gleaming kitchen knife.

Erikari is those candies, a whole bag of them.

Beneath the snow lies black tea.

"That's why I say he's a very good person."

Nomiyama walked ahead, turning his head to look around.

“Yes, we need to reciprocate.” Yukino Yukinoshita led Eriri behind him.