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Nomiyama did not resist the hand, but simply let her pull him forward.

His sense of smell was always sensitive, so he could smell the dampness and saltiness brought by the sea breeze, and of course, even more so, the scent of the people in front of him.

It's less about the taste and more about the feeling.

The wind was not cold but changeable, coupled with the bright sunshine that was not scorching.

It felt like late spring or early summer.

Yukino Yukinoshita is related to these descriptions, but not particularly so.

She probably really is like her name, carrying a touch of sunshine, and she probably really is like the wind, carrying a touch of freedom.

But most of the time, in front of most people, she is a sun that can scorch people, a cold and biting wind blade.

Nomiyama knew that she was treating herself differently, and also treating others differently.

However, he couldn't be bothered to care about such things. Wasn't it good that some people treated him differently? As for how harsh she was to others, what did that have to do with him? Anyway, he was the one who was treated kindly.

"This ship is nice. Build one just for me." Yukinoshita jumped up and down on the deck, nodding in satisfaction. "You're keeping this one as a toy for the other kids, right? Too lazy to fight with the children for it."

“Okay,” Nomiyama simply agreed.

He looked at the port receding into the distance and the crowds surrounding it: "I never imagined we'd be sailing twice in a month."

"What sailing nonsense! I just wanted to test the waters of this ship. I'll get off soon." Yukino Yukinoshita abandoned him and turned to head towards the stern.

Nomiyama followed her, not minding her sudden whims; after all, even the most outlandish ideas were normal for this person.

Yukino Yukinoshita placed her hand on the huge wooden rudder, turned it twice to control the direction, and began to operate the rudder with a hint of interest in her eyes.

Seeing her expression, Nomiyama reached out and pulled out a pirate hat: "Captain, your captain's hat."

Yukinoshita Haruno reached out and took it, saying in a serious tone, "Well, Little Cat Sailor, thank you for finding my hat."

"It's my pleasure."

Nomiyama silently stepped aside, then climbed up and sat on the edge of the stern, staring blankly at the receding seawater below.

Yukinoshita paused in her hand as she turned the helm, then turned to look at him.

She released the rudder, letting the boat drift with the wind.

She took a few steps, then hopped a little, and sat down beside the man, also looking down: "What's wrong, man?"

Nomiyama looked at her, his eyes crinkling with a smile: "I deliberately wanted you to shift your attention from the ship to me."

Yukino Yukinoshita was stunned for a moment. She looked into the other person's eyes, where they narrowed and the corners of their eyes turned up, revealing a cunning, fox-like quality.

The corners of her mouth turned up, the curve growing wider and wider, and her voice no longer suppressed.

She lay on top of him, head bowed, laughing uncontrollably.

"Hahahaha!"

Nomiyama pursed his lips, looking at the person leaning against him: "Is it really necessary to laugh like that?"

Yukino Yukino didn't stop until a while later, when she rubbed her eyes and sat up. She took a deep breath, then let go of him and looked at the Chiba Port gradually receding into the distance: "It's because I'm happy, man. When you're happy, laughter is the most relaxing thing."

Nomiyama looked at her for a while, then reached out and took her hand: "Tell me, why are you so happy?"

Yukino Yukino let him hold her hand completely, her short hair was lifted by the wind and brushed against her lips, but her voice was still clear, clearly carrying those joyful words: "Man, I was just thinking about many years ago, and then it suddenly dawned on me that compared to the you I couldn't touch before, the you now even wants me to talk to you more, and even deliberately tries to get my attention."

"Thinking about this," Yukino Yukino stared intently at him, "I feel so hot inside, I want to do it with you, I want to do it until I'm too tired, until I kill you."

She used very harsh language, saying that when she thinks about how much you like and desire me now, she wants to do it with you, wants to do it with you forever, and wants to fuck you to death.

Nomiyama felt that she was provoking him, so he carried her into the captain's cabin.

They hugged each other tightly, kissed deeply, and he reached out his hand while panting.

"Why... is so much coming out?"

"When I said I wanted to kill you, you thought I was lying?"

"hehe."

......

Nomiyama held her as she dressed and calmed down, and they sat together on the mast to enjoy the breeze.

He glanced at the sails below, his gaze lingering on the shimmering gray. The canvas had been specially made gray to create that old-fashioned pirate ship feel, but it always felt like it looked a little unclean.

"It's early, Fengzai," a soft, gentle voice rang out.

Nomiyama looked down at the person who had her arms around his waist; her face was still flushed.

She rarely calls Kazehaya these days. Since they got together, she's mostly been referring to him as "brother-in-law," "man," or "boyfriend." Moreover, she rarely speaks in such a soft tone. Even when she's already passed out with her eyes rolled back, the first thing she does after regaining consciousness is to be provocative.

"Hmm, what's wrong?" Nomiyama hugged her a little tighter.

“I’ve been thinking about something,” Yukino Yukinoshita said.

"Yes, go ahead, I'm listening," Nomiyama replied simply.

"Have you seen Blade Runner 2049?" Yukino Yukinoshita murmured.

"I've seen it; you recommended it to me." Nomiyama lowered his head and kissed her short hair.

"Yes, I recommended you to watch it." Yukinoshita Haruno snuggled closer to him.

Nomiyama begins to recall the plot.

The story takes place in the future, 2049. The male protagonist is a clone or android with a very low social status. He is a life form that obeys the orders of a company and should not have emotions. His girlfriend is virtual, an artificial intelligence produced by a certain company.

One day, after completing a mission, the protagonist receives news that a female clone may have given birth; clones giving birth means that human creations are beginning to give birth to humans, which is an absolute subversion of humanity.

Thus, the male protagonist was tasked with investigating the cloned child who was born.

He investigated further and discovered that his memories were resurfacing in his mind. He began to recall more and more of his past and began to realize that he was probably the son of the clone, the chosen one.

His girlfriend also told him, "You're not a clone. You were born naturally, bathed in love. You're special and deserve a name." Then she gave him half of her name, "Joy," making it "Jo."

After that, Joe knew he was being hunted down and prepared to go on the run. His virtual girlfriend also knew about this and asked him to take her with him. She also deleted any unnecessary backups of her data and only carried her projector and data with her, so that they could escape together in the form of a mortal being.

They fled and later found the protagonist's father.

The father and son shared a drink, and the two tough guys looked quite handsome in the orange light.

But after this, the pursuers arrived, the father was captured on the spot, and Joe was seriously injured and lying on the ground.

The girlfriend stepped forward, trying to stop the person who was hurting her husband, but she was just a projection, or even just a piece of data, carried on that convenient projector.

The female villain simply looked at her and said, "I hope you are satisfied with our company's products."

That product refers to the projector, and then she stomped on and smashed the projector that carried the data.

As a virtual entity, all Joey could do in the end was to hurriedly say to her husband, who was lying on the ground unable to move, "I love you."

“I bet you’re not imagining the same scene as me right now.” Yukinoshita Haruno looked into his eyes and smiled.

"Hmm? What are you thinking about?" Nomiyama asked.

"Do you remember after Joey died, Joe was rescued?"

Yukino Yukinoshita recalled, "He encountered a woman from the clone faction, an old woman who wasn't very pretty, and she kept muttering things like rebellion and revolution."

"The woman told him that his father's child was actually a girl, not a boy like him, and that his memories were implanted and he was just used to confuse the other party."

She also said in a pitiful and compassionate tone...

“You think it’s you? Oh...you really think so? Really?” Nomiyama finished her sentence in English.

“We all wish we were that child,” Yukino Yukinoshita added as her final words.

The two men on the mast fell silent.

The mast was very tall, and a constant sea breeze propelled the sailboat forward, which in turn whipped the two men's faces, making their similarly black hair disheveled.

Yukinoshita patted his hand, sat up, and sat next to him.

She spoke slowly, "Because Joe believed he had a special destiny, he went on the run, faced life and death, and even lost his girlfriend who had been with him for a long time. I think that virtual girlfriend named Joey had a soul. Although she was just a piece of data and a program, I think that only in the last moment, when she hurriedly said 'I love you,' did she truly love Joe."

"But Joe had put in so much effort, yet in the face of the final result, he could only remain completely silent."

"So he wasn't that child after all. So his memories were implanted by someone. So he wasn't that special being. He was still that clone, not someone with a special mission, and he didn't have a father or mother at all."

"How desperate! I didn't have that many thoughts to begin with, but you deliberately gave me extra time to think. And when I finally had some expectations for love and life, you told me that no, that everything was never meant for me from the beginning."

"But what about my Joey? She's really dead, and I have nothing left."

Nomiyama reached out and pinched her face: "Qiao, he finally developed independent thought and a name."

Yukino Shino shrugged: "Maybe, but that's not the point I want to make today."

She turned her head, not looking at him, but at the mountain: "Kazehaya, now that you have memories, you must remember the day we first met."

Nomiyama nodded: "Yes, I remember. I was fishing by the lake that day, and you came up the mountain. I didn't want to see you because you weren't the current head of the Yukinoshita family. Then you ran off and jumped off a cliff."

Yukinoshita grinned: "I knew you would save me. You may seem heartless, but you'll always be there if anything happens to the Yukinoshita family."

Nomiyama admitted defeat: "I was tricked to death by Haruno-senpai."

Yukino Yukino exhaled: "We didn't talk much that day, and I hadn't seen enough of you, but you said that woman was coming back and told me to go down the mountain as soon as possible, so I left."

"After that day, you went down the mountain."

Nomiyama realized what she wanted to say, but he had no reason to interrupt, so he listened quietly.

Yukinoshita smiled faintly, resting her head on his shoulder: "Back then, I was just like Joe, thinking that I was the chosen one, that the thousand-year destiny of the Yukinoshita family was waiting for me to end, that I was the chosen child, the one and only."

“I was so happy at the time. When that woman slapped me, I couldn’t help but laugh. After all, she was envious of me because she was not as good as me. She was so envious that she was so twisted that she wanted to slap me a few more times.”

"But as time went by, I realized that wasn't the case. I realized that I was wrong. I didn't seem to be the chosen child. Your going down the mountain didn't seem to have anything to do with me. It was just that you were preparing to go down the mountain."

"Otherwise, why didn't you come to find me?" Yukinoshita Haruno's voice lowered.

The air was quiet for a moment, then Nomiyama turned her head and watched the wind blow her hair, revealing her forehead, and subconsciously reached out her hand.

Yukino Yukinoshita grabbed his large hand and placed it on her lap, cradling it in both hands. She recalled and continued, "Years later, I discovered who the chosen one was. It was my sister, the person I loved most. I even wanted to give her almost all my treasures, except for you."

“I never felt I did anything wrong, Kazehaya. In this aimless and aimless life, I can’t give away what I want most.” Yukinoshita Haruno took his hand and placed it on her face.

“I’ve never thought you did anything wrong.” Nomiyama stroked her cheek, smiling happily. “If it weren’t for you, my life would be much less interesting. If anyone wants to blame someone, blame me for falling in love with you. If I hadn’t thought of anything, I would have turned around and left that night, letting you die cleanly and neatly.”

"and..."

Reaching out, Nomiyama embraced her again, then picked her up and held her close, looking into her eyes: "No matter how the story unfolds, the beginning of the story, everything, it was after you walked into my mountain and jumped off the cliff to draw me out that fate began to turn."

"It may seem like it has nothing to do with you, but maybe if I hadn't met you, I wouldn't have met that fish. Perhaps it was because I met you that I had the luck to catch that fish and then go down the mountain."

He turned his head and rested it on her hair: "Yukinoshita Haruno, no one said you weren't the chosen one. Maybe you were the chosen one who guided me down the mountain. As for Yukinoshita, I didn't think much about it at the time. I just thought I was eight years old and going to school. I subconsciously chose a house not far from the river and just happened to walk into the school where Yukinoshita was."

Yukinoshita was quiet for a moment, then suddenly looked up and bumped into him.

"Well..."

Seeing him clutching his head, Yukino Yukinoshita waved her hand and said, "Alright, boyfriend, stop pretending to be in pain. Let's go shopping. It's been a long time since we went to a mall."

Nomiyama released her grip, watching her float down the mast, and chose a more pirate-like descent.

He grabbed a cable and swung himself down.

Yukinoshita Haruno reached out and grabbed his shoulder, glancing around at their surroundings: "What should we do with this boat? Just let it go its own way?"

Nomiyama nodded: "Yes, it will go wherever it wants to go until it is summoned."

"Remember to get me a ship. When I become a pirate, I'll reward you with the position of first mate."

"Yes, Captain!"

"Oh, and remember, the ship's name should be Yukinoshita."

"what?"

"Hehe, I'll make you forget that I also have the surname Yukinoshita. I'll sail the Yukinoshita and do you on the ship until your eyes roll back and you lose your mind."

"..."

......

Yukino Yukinoshita put down the white chess piece, her eyes unconsciously turning to find him still drifting in the bay.

I instinctively leaped forward and heard the words that reached my ears.

Blade Runner 2049

A person who thought they were chosen, a person who thought they were special, and a person who later discovered they were not special at all.