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The fishing rod, which had always been straight, gradually bent, as if even it could no longer withstand the force of both sides, and a faint creaking sound was being heard.

Finally, at a certain moment, Nomiya staggered forward two steps.

But there was a smile on his face.

He heard the sound of something falling.

Turning back, he looked at the items he had pulled up with great effort.

A bamboo tube with a hanging rope.

?

Restraining the urge to curse, Nomiyama twisted his face, took two steps forward, and picked up the bamboo tube on the snow.

The bamboo tube is green and has a lid. It looks like a pencil case with a lid, or a container for water.

With a malicious look in his eyes, Nomiya lifted the bamboo cover.

Inside was a rolled-up piece of paper that wasn't wet.

His fingers paused, Nomiya took out the paper and spread it out.

There is only one sentence above.

[When you see this sentence, it means that you have gone down the mountain]

①檪⒈㈡卍/彡○㈨卌

There are always people who take dreams as their horses

Chapter 41: My Drifting Bottle Friend

Some of the calligraphy is crooked, some is unrestrained and free.

Go down the mountain? What do you mean by go down the mountain? I've never been to any mountain since I was a child, so how can I go down the mountain?

Roll up the paper again, stuff it into the bamboo tube, and cover it.

He glanced at his fishing rod and spat, "Useless thing, it's better to catch a few rare poisonous fish."

Hold the bamboo tube tightly, bend down, raise your hand, and swing it with all your strength.

then.

Not thrown out.

Nomiyama withdrew his hand and stared at the bamboo tube in his palm.

He was sure that he had used force just now, and he was also sure that he had made the decision to let go.

And the reason why this thing is still in his hand seems to be because his body is reluctant to let it go.

Stretch out your right hand and try to open your palm.

No response.

Nomiyama looked at his fishing rod on the ground as if it were trash and asked, "Can you catch me a big old man?"

The fishing rod was quiet and motionless.

Exhaling a breath of hot air, he stretched out his feet and kicked the white snow around him, revealing the remnants of the fire below.

Some small pieces of charcoal.

He opened the bamboo cover again, took out the paper, and his hand finally returned to normal.

He picked up a small piece of charcoal and gently scratched it.

[I'm lazy and never go to the mountains to play]

After putting the cover back on and making sure his hand had returned to normal, he raised his hand and threw the bamboo tube into the river.

Bending down, he was about to pick up the fishing rod and go home, but he found that it moved.

He paused, looked towards the river, and became puzzled.

He just casually put the fishhook in the water.

But, I can't say that I just threw the bamboo tube into the river and then received a reply...

In surprise, he raised the fishing rod slightly, then looked at the bamboo tube hanging on the hook, not knowing how to react.

I really caught an old man, and he was reluctant to leave after committing fraud.

Taking a deep breath, he took the bamboo tube, then threw the fishing rod onto the snow, letting the hook soak in the water.

Open the bamboo tube, take out the paper and spread it out.

There was an extra line of words on the paper.

[Really? What's your name?]

Nomiya moved his gaze, looked towards the estuary, then looked upstream, but there was no one there.

Even if he opened the bamboo tube and wrote again, it wouldn't be so fast. The other party wrote the words in the blink of an eye and stuffed them into the bamboo tube. Then the bamboo tube was caught by his own fishing hook and fell over here.

This bamboo tube message in a bottle is like a real-time reply in a sense.

He raised his eyebrows and became interested.

[Nomiyama wind early]

He raised his hand, threw it into the river, and watched the fishing rod move.

He raised it and took the bamboo tube that was hanging there as expected.

This time her reply was still somewhat exploratory.

[Oh, do you have a wife? Do you live alone or with your wife?]

First ask for the name, then ask if he has a wife.

My friend who sent the message in the bottle, I think you really have no sense of boundaries.

Nomiyama spread the paper in his palm and stroked the charcoal.

[I live alone. I'm only twelve years old and don't have a wife. Also, what's your name?]

[Xue Wan, just call me Xue Wan, I’m female, and I’ll call you Feng Zao]

【Row】

Naturally, Nomiyama accepted this strange bamboo tube and its owner, his own drifting bottle friend.

Xue Wan: [So you don't have a wife now? Twelve years old? Living alone?]

Kazehaya: [Of course I don't have a wife. What's wrong? Is there a problem?]

This time the interval was longer, so long that Nomiyama thought his friend had left. With some inexplicable emotions, he reached out to pick up the fishing rod.

Xian Xunba 一㈣㈨○彡㈦乆⒏

Then I finally received a reply.

Xue Wan: [No, I just feel bad that your parents are unreliable and actually let a twelve-year-old like you start living alone.]

Fenghaya: [Who says it isn't true? I've been living alone since I was eight years old. I haven't seen my stepfather and mom for years. It feels like they don't exist.]

Xue Wan: [Huh? What does your father look like?]

Kazehaya: [It’s hard to describe, but he has black eyes and black hair. I think he’s pretty good-looking. He looks a lot like me.]

Xue Wan: [Well, what about your mother?]

Fenghaya: [Red eyes and black hair, quite pretty, but I can’t describe it specifically, I can’t remember her face clearly]

Xue Wan: [Is that so? Hehe]

[We'll talk about this another time. I have a Palooza on the hill behind my house. It's time to feed him now. I'm worried he'll get mad if I'm late.]

The corners of Nomiya's mouth twitched. His Aquarius friend was a little impolite. She asked him all kinds of probing questions and then he answered them. When he was about to ask her a question, she immediately pulled away and ran away.

And that palu? What exactly is a palu? It feels so familiar.

Pinching a small piece of charcoal, he wrote on the paper.

What is a palu? I feel like I should know it, but I can't remember. Does your palu throw a tantrum if you don't feed it?

Throw it into the river and wait, the fishing rod does not move for a long time.

It seems that the bottle friend really went to the hill behind her house to feed Palu.

"Impolite guy."

Muttering, Nomiya raised his mouth slightly, picked up the fishing rod, and prepared to go home.

Although my friend Aquarius is impolite, she seems to be quite happy when I write and chat with her, and I don’t object to her unlimited inquiries.

When I got home, I casually put the fishing rod on the wall of the entrance and then walked towards the kitchen.

Cook first, then take a bath while it’s cooking, and finally heat up the lamb and radish stew that Xuexia made yesterday.

After getting everything ready, he sat at the dining table and ate in big mouthfuls, and suddenly felt a little uninterested.

If Yukinoshita goes abroad, she will have to prepare her own lunch box for junior high school. It’s not that she doesn’t know how, but she simply finds it a bit troublesome.

After being used to eating carefully prepared dishes, I feel uncomfortable with having to do it myself.

He didn't want to eat fried noodles and bread, as that was not very nutritious. He said that he had to be at least a head taller than Yukinoshita in the future. During his elementary school years, he relied on eating big mouthfuls of food to maintain the same height as Yukinoshita, who developed early. The next junior high school stage was the development period for boys, so he had to eat well.

After finishing his meal and washing the dishes, Nomiya crawled into the kotatsu and looked at the ceiling quietly.

He had actually investigated his parents' issue in the past two years, but he found nothing. It seemed as if those two people did not exist in this world, and there was no information about them at all.

The account that transferred money to him every month was found, and it turned out to belong to the Yukinoshita family, which made him feel like he was being teased.

The man was watching silently from behind, and seeing that he had a good relationship with the second daughter of the Yukinoshita family, he came up with this trick.

What a joke! If my adoptive parents worked for the Yukinoshita family, they wouldn't be able to go home for several years. You have to know that all the Yukinoshita family's assets are in Chiba.

Sighing, he looked at his small palm with some distress.

The loss of income in the bank account means that I have to find a job in the future. Although there is a lot of savings left from the past, it is not a good idea to live off all the savings.

But what kind of job should a primary school graduate, who is under thirteen years old, find?

Nomiya shifted his gaze and looked at the two people hanging on the wall.

"Can't you guys cause trouble later? I can't go out and rob little hooligans, right? Elementary school thugs?"

......

In the early morning, Yukinoshita Miyame looked at her eldest daughter who was trying hard to climb the wall. Her expression remained unchanged, but her voice was slightly cold.

"If you dare to climb this wall again, I will break your legs and let you know what it means to study hard this winter."

Yukinoshita Haruno stopped moving, loosened her grip on the brick cracks, and fell back to the ground.

Turning around, she brushed off the dust and dirt on her body, looking at her helpless sister and cold-faced mother not far away. Without any sense of being caught, she just smiled and said, "Mother, what are you talking about? I am your biological daughter, the flesh that fell from your body."

Yukinoshita Miyame just gave her a cold look and turned away: "Don't even think about going out this winter, or you won't be able to spend a penny of the Yukinoshita family's money next year."

Bar chair 999999

Yukinoshita Haruno gasped.

What are you talking about, mother? Without your money, how can I win over the man you like?

"Sister, do you really have to make mother angry? She's been annoying enough lately." Yukinoshita Yukino said helplessly.

Yukinoshita Haruno looked at her lovely sister with an inexplicable look in her eyes.

"I can't help it. My sister recently found a big treasure and I can't feel at ease until I get it."

"Well, since Mother has said so, I'll just do it next year. I'll have time anyway." She smiled as she passed her sister and patted her shoulder. "Once I get it, I'll bring the big treasure back for Yukino to see."

Yukinoshita Yukino frowned slightly, feeling that there was something wrong with her sister's expression when she said this.

It’s especially like when we were kids grabbing our own candies.

Super bad.