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He has very beautiful blond hair.

He wrote about his senior at the time, so she deliberately wrote it to annoy him.

[He's a relative of Eriri's; I asked him to help me get a fishing license.]

You're probably complaining about me right now.

I've just arrived and haven't gone fishing in the Thames yet. I don't know how the catch will be. If I don't catch anything, I'll try fishing in a small lake another day.

In short, I'll send some smoked fish back to you. If Nomi-kun knew what gratitude meant, he'd probably need to serve me as a servant for a few days, right?

My mother assigned me a lot of study tasks, but I was still able to manage them.

[Where I live now, there's an elderly gentleman next door who loves to play the piano. He plays very well, and he has a very relaxed and carefree vibe. You'll probably like him.]

The entrance is not far from the Thames River, and there are cherry blossoms blooming along the riverbank. But I've seen cherry blossoms so many times in Japan that I'm not really interested in them anymore. But you'll probably like them, since you might grab a handful of cherry blossoms to chew on now and then.

Every afternoon, I can hear bagpipes playing here; it's a very melodious sound. If we have the chance, we can listen to it together sometime.

I visited the Sherlock Holmes location and was quite satisfied, but there was no one around to share this feeling with, which was a bit of a disappointment.

Nomiyama glanced at the contents at the back, closed the entire album, and also closed his eyes.

"idiot..."

He bent down and put the photo album back in the drawer.

Eriri Sawamura, noticing his sudden change in demeanor, asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Nomiyama gave a rather strange answer: "It's nothing, it's just that if I keep watching, I feel like I'll like Yukinoshita even more. I'm a little scared that I'll really be tamed if this continues."

Eriri Sawamura rolled her eyes and jumped off his lap: "Weren't you already tamed? What exactly is that?"

Nomiyama stood up and scanned the room: "It's a letter she wrote to me."

Eriri Sawamura was still a little confused: "No, it's long gone? It was wiped out that time."

“Yes, the old one is gone, and she wants to replace it with a new one.” Nomiyama took two steps, came to the wardrobe, and reached out to touch it.

He took a deep breath, opened the wardrobe, and unsurprisingly saw two handmade black scarves.

He closed the wardrobe and took Eriri's hand: "It looks like this one is better than the last one. Last time, one of them was bought, but this time both are hand-knitted."

Eriri Sawamura sneered, "Are you sure it's yours? Maybe they were all given to Xuewan-nee."

Nomiyama ignored her words and simply glanced at the mountain: "Alright, it's time to go find them."

"Not watching anymore? There seem to be quite a few little ones left."

"She noticed me when I entered the room, and I felt like I was going to get chopped up if I stayed any longer."

Eriri Sawamura's eyes widened: "How could I have been discovered?"

Nomiyama shrugged: "I let her find out on purpose."

Eriri Sawamura got angry and kicked to the side.

"You're just using me as part of your game again!!!"

......

There were actually no extra people left on the mountain, and moving was something everyone needed to deal with.

The only people still on the mountain now are the two of them in front of the chessboard, but they haven't played chess anymore. In fact, they've forgotten about the game since yesterday.

Right now, they're all just lost in their own thoughts.

"What, aren't you going to take a look?" Yukinoshita Yukinoshimi shifted her gaze to a certain spot in the house at the foot of the mountain.

Yukino Yukinoshita simultaneously shifted her gaze, shook her head, and spoke in a normal tone.

"Didn't we see it? He wasn't hiding it."

Yukino Shinohara smiled as she looked over there: "I've seen his memories, so this thing should be long gone. Was it newly written?"

“Yes.” Yukino Yukinoshita did not deny it. “It’s a gift I prepared for him, and I’m waiting for him to see it himself.”

"That's a bit like him—just prepare, then wait for the truth to come out, for coincidences to coincide again," Yukino Shinohara sighed. "From that perspective, wouldn't you and him each be considered to be hiding a bunch of secrets from each other?"

Yukino Yukinoshita rejected this statement, her expression serious: "There are no secrets between him and me, only our own unspoken treasures."

“I abandoned the past, and the past cannot be recovered, but he is right, we still have a long future, which means we still have all kinds of pasts created from this moment.”

"In the river of time, there are countless treasures that I have left for him, so these are not secrets."

"Is it a love that's known to both sides?" Yukino Shinobu raised an eyebrow.

......

"Looking back now, it seems like I was used as part of your play when I was in second grade."

Eriri Sawamura gazed at the tall torii gate again, recalling, "For example, when you two used to fight, I was so anxious on the sidelines, thinking of trying to persuade you, but you two would just hug each other and roll around on the ground, rolling around and wouldn't listen to me."

She looked at the people around her, her eyes full of suspicion: "Are you and Yukino just lying to me? You didn't start liking each other when you were nine years old, but it started when I was here. That's why you were so excited and didn't want to stop when you were rolling around on the ground."

"Stop talking." Nomiyama covered his ears with both hands.

"Why can't we say? Could it be true?" Eriri Sawamura looked at him with even more suspicion.

“Of course it’s impossible to start at eight years old.” Nomiyama put down his hand, finally becoming helpless. “I just can’t stand those images flashing through my mind.”

His voice held a rare hint of shame: "Back then, I didn't think that much. I just didn't like her arrogant look, and she didn't like my nonchalant look either, so the only option left was to fight."

At this point, he became proud: "I won it all!"

Eriri Sawamura stared at him, still not letting her guard down: "Then why were you rolling around on the floor hugging each other?"

Nomiyama's lips twitched as he thought to himself that Eriri was a really naughty child.

......

"I know you used to love rolling around on the ground, but you did it on purpose?"

Snow fell late at night as she took out a bottle of tequila, uncorked it, and looked curiously at the person opposite her.

Yukino Yukinoshita remained silent for a moment, then gave an answer that wasn't really a reply: "It's a matter of determining a winner."

"You need to roll around on the ground to decide who wins?"

"It's a fighting technique. Modern ground fighting techniques require locking down the opponent, so you need to use your hands and feet to hold their body," Yukino Yukinoshita explained.

"You guys are already so knowledgeable about ground fighting techniques at the age of eight?"

“Children’s fights are similar to ground fighting; they can’t be too ruthless, so it’s inevitable that they’ll end up rolling on the ground trying to overpower each other,” Yukino Yukinoshita continued to explain.

"Although he's only eight years old, with his talent, I believe he has plenty of ways to give you a couple of punches and leave you unable to fight back. Why does he have to roll around on the ground?"

"..."

......

"Isn't that how kids fight? You pin the other person down so they can't fight back, what else do you want to do?"

Nomiyama looked at Eriri with disdain, as if she were stupid.

Upon hearing this, Eriri Sawamura recalled the events and her suspicion deepened: "Bullshit! When you were eight years old, only two or three days into school, you could kill a crocodile with a single punch and kick. Later, when you fought with your classmates, you could throw six punches in a second without getting hurt, only feeling pain, and you needed to roll around in a hug with Yukino."

Nomiyama didn't answer, but just turned his head away and said, "You're so annoying."

Eriri Sawamura realized what had happened. She pounced on him, throwing herself onto his back and pulling his hair hard: "You still say you liked me from the beginning!!! You bastard, and you even said I wasn't healthy at eight!!! You yourself were eight years old and thinking all sorts of weird things!!!"

Nomiyama, carrying the person on his back, shook her twice to make her lie even higher. He retorted, "I wasn't thinking anything crazy. At the time, I did think Eriri was cuter. Well, I couldn't punch her, so I could only hold her down to prevent her from resisting."

He said seriously, "I don't think it has anything to do with preference, it's just an instinct in my heart to take care of the Yukinoshita family, that's definitely it."

Eriri Sawamura didn't want to talk about it anymore, so she just left with one sentence: "Pejorative sex."

Nomiyama's anger flared up: "Bullshit! I already said that I only realized I liked this feeling when I was thirteen, and then I started to recall things from before. If we're talking about pedophilia, it's definitely you and Yukinoshita!"

Eriri Sawamura nodded: "Alright, alright, you've unknowingly become a pedophile."

Nomiyama kicked aside the wildflowers by the roadside: "That's called childhood sweethearts, innocent and carefree!"

Say what you want.

Eriri Sawamura pouted and turned to look at the red wildflowers covering the mountain: "What's all this about? Did Xuewan-nee do this?"

They had already passed the torii gate, but instead of heading straight up the mountain, they slowly walked up the wide mountain path.

The mountain road was great in every way—wide, mud-free, and free of weeds growing in the middle of the road—it was just rather long.

"Yes, she used to leave me a lot of flowers, probably thinking that they would be with me every day, but I didn't really want to see red, so she suppressed them for a thousand years. A few days ago, before I went out to sea, she bloomed them all at once."

Nomiyama explained, bending down so she could pick a flower.

Eriri Sawamura picked the red flower, plucked three petals, and held them to his lips. After he opened his mouth and took a bite, she put the flower to her own lips and chewed on it, her expression a mix of emotions she couldn't quite define: "Am I being too boring?"

Nomiyama chewed on a flower petal, puzzled: "Why are you bored?"

Eriri Sawamura, like him, bit a flower petal, her body rising and falling with each of his steps. She whispered, "I'm different from the others, aren't I? We've known each other for so long, but I've never really thought about giving you any special gifts. I can never give you anything that you'll like. Logically speaking, I should be one of the people who knows best what you like, but I often can't figure it out."

"Although I say I like you, I rarely show it. At most, I just follow you around."

"This is enough. Why do you want to give me more?" Nomiyama patted her bottom. "For me, having Eriri by my side is already a great reward. Don't think about how much I should give her, or whether I'm doing enough."

"Eri, you have no idea how happy I am every day when I see you."

"Is this a scumbag's quote, or a sincere confession?" Eriri Sawamura touched his hair.

“Yes, all of them.” Nomiyama did not deny it. He walked up the mountain path. “You don’t need to think about those complicated gifts or sentiments. Didn’t we agree that we would leave the complicated things to me and Yukinoshita? You just need to follow us.”

"Oh," Eriri Sawamura replied, then looked around.

"The wind is blowing early, does this mean spring is here and flowers are blooming?"

Nomiyama looked around at the sea of ​​red and smiled, "Since spring isn't over yet, then it must be springtime and flowers are in bloom."

“It seems like we parted ways in the spring,” Eriri Sawamura said.

"No, to be precise, it was just after spring, in early summer, when the sun was just starting to get a little warm," Nomiyama corrected.

"Hmm..." Eriri Sawamura nestled into his neck and asked him in a muffled voice, "I never really got a clear answer from Kazehaya about what he was thinking when I left."

"What were you thinking..." Nomiyama looked up at the sky. It was still some time before noon, and the sunlight had not yet turned into that dazzling golden light.

"We will meet again someday, that's what I think."

He lowered his head and continued walking forward: "Back then, I always had this thought: as long as we can see each other again, as long as we can meet again, everything in between is just ordinary. As long as we can still see each other, the passage of time is not a very important thing."

He crouched down slightly, put Eriri down from his back, then turned around to look at her, his expression apologetic: "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long. I didn't think things through properly at the time."

Eriri Sawamura took his hand and walked forward: "There's no such thing as right or wrong. If we really have to say, it's because I didn't keep up with you that this problem arose."

Nomiyama caught up with Eriri, sighing, "I just feel a little regretful. Every meeting in the human world is one less we can see. If we had been less lucky, maybe because of that little mistake we made back then, we would have..."

"You bastard! What are you thinking about all day?!"

Eriri Sawamura let go of his hand, glared at him, and kicked him.

"Ahem, I just felt compelled to say this, don't be angry, don't be angry."

Nomiyama ran forward, explaining as he went, "Look at so many of our classmates, didn't they all disappear completely after we met a few times?"

Eriri Sawamura followed, kicking him without hesitation, her tone equally impassioned: "You're comparing me to those nameless classmates!!"

"What do you mean they don't have names! I remember every single one of their names!"

"That's because your damn memory is too good!"

......

Xue Xia Xue Wan didn't say a word, just took a sip of wine and looked at the person opposite him.

“At first I just felt confused, because before that day I was going to give it to Eriri. Her feelings for me were clear and undisguised. I thought that being an observer might be sad, but it should be okay, after all, they are my best friends,” Yukino Yukinoshita said softly.

"It's fake. The Yukino family is top-notch in everything, including emotions. If you actually witnessed them dating and getting married, you would feel more than just sad. You would probably start to wonder if it would hurt your throat to commit suicide with a knife."

Yukinoshita Yukinoshima sneered: "Do you think those two in your family chose to snatch it immediately? If they didn't snatch it, they would either go crazy from holding it in or die. This is the most intense emotion in the Yukinoshita family. People like you who want to suppress their emotions are probably the most surprising to them. They might even think that there is a problem with the family bloodline?"

"What lies beneath the snow? Is it snow? No, it's magma."

At this point, she asked with some suspicion, "Could it be a problem with the name? Yukino Yukinoshita, the snow beneath the heavy snow, emphasizing coldness and stillness?"

Yukino Yukinoshita sighed: "Senpai, you are also Yukinoshita."

"Hehe, I am more like the indifference of snow."

Xue Shinobu sneered as she picked up her wine: "If it weren't for the fact that we really couldn't beat that bastard, there wouldn't be any of you guys here. He wouldn't even have a chance to step out of the basement. I'm going to lock him up and squeeze him dry every day."