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He grinned: "Because it's amazing how strong the snow is when it snows late."

After a brief silence following the snowfall, he turned around and muttered to himself.

"Why are you praising me for no reason?"

Nomiyama blinked as he looked at the snow-covered ground where there was no one in sight.

Are you shy? Really?

Huh? She gets shy when she's genuinely praised, even though she's shameless?

Nomiyama's eyes lingered for a while before he casually stopped the snow falling from the sky.

He pulled out his fishing rod, walked several steps forward, and sat down by the lake.

Casting the rod.

I feel a little hungry and want to have breakfast.

A moment later, he turned his head and looked at the lake embankment.

A girl with a cool and aloof demeanor, like snow, was carrying a food box and looking this way.

Oh, my breakfast is here.

He smiled broadly.

"You've arrived."

Yukino Yukinoshita felt that there was something wrong with his smile.

So after thinking about it...

Turn around.

The 307th one can be considered growing old together.

"No, no, no, I'm really hungry..."

Nomiyama threw down his pole and prepared to follow.

The next moment, Yukino Yukinoshita appeared in front of him and extended her hand.

Nomiyama grinned, took the food box, sniffed it, and asked with a slightly surprised look, "Are you in charge of breakfast today?"

Yukino Yukinoshita bent down, picked up the fishing rod, and calmly began fishing: "How did you know? Were you spying on my house this morning?"

Nomiyama opened the food box, took out a large bowl of noodles, and squatted down next to her, stirring the noodles: "It tastes just like me. Only you can cook this kind of meat broth noodles that tastes just like me."

"Hehe." Yukino Yukinoshita was quite economical with her words.

She had no objection to this. As for noodles, the two of them did have similar tastes. In fact, for most dishes, if they wanted to, they could make them taste similar. After all, they had actually studied and researched cooking together before.

However, even if the basic cooking skills are the same, everyone's taste will be different. As someone cooks, they start to add more and more strong flavors and even figure out how to make a lot of chopped chili peppers to suit their taste.

Nomiyama stirs up the chopped chili peppers, spreading those red chili pieces into the noodle soup, and then, slurp it up.

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced down at him: "I still don't quite understand your motivation for liking to squat down to eat noodles."

Nomiyama swallowed the noodles and exhaled white breath: "I don't know, I just feel more relaxed this way."

"Perhaps in your past life you were a laborer, squatting down to eat noodles while exhausted, and before you finished eating, you were killed by the overseer with a single blow. So in this life, you can't help but reminisce about that bowl of noodles before you died."

"Huh, Yukinoshita-san's thinking is so strange today. Is it because she just woke up?"

After finishing speaking, Nomiyama continued to slurp his food in large gulps.

He actually felt that the other person was trying to warn him that he was about to stab him.

Since things have come to this, let's eat our fill first, lest we end up like that laborer who was sent to the next life before he could even finish a bowl of noodles.

Yukino Yukinoshita gazed at the lake surface covered with red flowers, and the white snow on the red flowers, her azure eyes trembling slightly.

“Before I came here, my senior told me some things. She said that I was already capable of changing the past.”

Nomi Yamate paused, then picked up the bowl again and tilted his head back to drink the soup.

The rumbling sound continued until it finally stopped.

He put the bowl and chopsticks back in the food box, then waved them away and went home.

After that, he stood up, took out a fishing rod, cast it, and said, "Well, now I can rewrite the past, present, and future, existing independently outside of time."

Yukino Yukinoshita turned to look at him: "How did you do that?"

Nomiyama explained: "It's like elevating yourself to a higher dimension, similar to the way in 'Interstellar,' except that time is different from the space constructed by that time dimension in my eyes."

"Do you want to learn? You can, but it might take quite a while."

Yukino Yukinoshita shook her head: "Let's talk about it later."

"I was just surprised by what you said, senior. You didn't intend to rewrite the past."

Nomiyama looked at the lake. The sky was nice this morning, and the snow on the petals seemed to be glowing.

"Everything is the best arrangement. I am willing to bear the mistakes and sins of those times and do not want to change them."

"It's hard to imagine that this is something said by someone who would risk jumping into the river of time."

"But the adventure is over, Yukinoshita-san. Now it's life after the adventure is over."

"It's hard to imagine that this is something that someone who used to be full of adventurous ideas would say."

"It's okay. Ziwan loves adventure. She will continue my dream and complete her own adventure. I will be happy for her."

"And then you'll grin like an idiot and cook her a big meal when she gets home?"

"Hmm." Nomiyama raised his lips. "That ship is amazing. Aster can go on a free adventure in the starry sea."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at his smile and hummed in agreement.

After a while, she said, "Let it snow."

"okay."

Soon after, white snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at the simple but sturdy wooden bed behind her and shook her head: "It's a wonder you and her could spend a night in this situation."

"Ahem." Nomiyama coughed twice, changing the subject, "Have you chosen all the rooms?"

Yukino Yukinoshita recalls the layout of the rooms in the house: "Except for you and Senpai, everything is confirmed."

She asked calmly, "What are you thinking? You'll go to whichever room is willing to take you in?"

Nomiyama waved his hand in denial: "I'll just find a yard on the side."

"Hehe, that's similar to you, senior. We both want to find a secluded courtyard to hide in."

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced up at the mountain and said in a flat tone, "Oh right, you even have similar tastes. You both like red flowers, and you even prepare the same gifts for each other."

Nomiyama quietly approached her, reached out and tapped her waist, and said cautiously, "I like both red flowers and white snow."

Yukino Yukinoshita didn't look at him, but only at the red flowers and white snow on the lake: "Yes, the red flowers are her, the white snow is her, the red flowers and white snow are both her."

Nomiyama's hand trembled, realizing that she was unusually angry today, and he was about to say something.

Yukino Yukinoshita said calmly, "Never mind, it's my fault for being so calculating."

Nomiyama looked conflicted. This strange tone made him wonder if he would be dismembered today.

"Oh."

Yukino Yukinoshita glanced at him, put away her fishing rod, and turned around: "Let's go, let's go up the mountain."

Go up the mountain?

Looking up at Nomiyama, this is the mountainside; further up, there are only those graves and the one at the top.

I took a step and walked alongside her: "Why are you thinking of going to the mountaintop today?"

Yukino Yukinoshita stepped onto the mountain path, glanced up, and said, "I just wanted to go up and take a look."

Her gaze swept across the snow on the mountain path, and the dense claw marks on it, and she said in a puzzling tone, "How come these chickens haven't decreased at all after eating them for several years?"

Nomiyama scratched his head: "They have many nests on the mountain where they lay eggs and hatch chicks themselves. It usually happens in summer and autumn. I'll take you to see them in the summer."

"and many more."

He happily scurried into a grove of trees beside the mountain path.

Amidst the rustling sounds, Yukino Yukinoshita saw something move over there, and then it popped out again, holding an egg in its hand.

He spread out an egg in his palm and smiled, "Look, they have many places to lay their eggs on the mountain, but they don't usually go near the lake. I guess they're afraid I'll see them and roast them."

Yukino stepped forward and brushed the bits of grass off his hair, saying with a hint of exasperation, "Don't act like a child. You could have just said something. Why did you have to come here with your balls?"

Nomiyama picked up the eggs and handed them to her: "I just wanted you to see them. They're practically a whole mountain of pheasants now. See if there's any difference between them and the eggs you buy at home."

Yukino Yukinoshita reached out and took it, glancing at it twice.

They seem a bit small. I heard that these free-range eggs are more nutritious and taste better. I'll go on a raid with him in the mountains later and take a batch home as ingredients.

Huh, why is this egg so hot?

Thinking of a certain possibility, Yukino Yukinoshita looked at him with a strange expression: "This isn't a freshly laid egg, is it?"

Nomiyama nodded naturally: "It ran away as soon as it saw me, leaving only an egg behind. It's a rather irresponsible parent."

If you kill a chicken that's a thousand years old, it would be strange if it didn't run away when it saw you.

Yukino put the eggs back in the kitchen and continued walking uphill: "I'll come up the mountain another day and bring some eggs back to use as ingredients."

Nomiyama had no objections, but raised one question: "Should we bring Eriri? She seems to really enjoy egg-scooping."

Yukino Yukinoshita remained calm: "Let's wait until next time. This time, let's familiarize ourselves with the locations first, and then we'll take her along."

Nomiyama glanced at her and replied, "Okay."

"What did you talk about with your senior when you were on the mountain?"

"We talked about life, such as where the human heart belongs."

Nomiyama reached out and took her hand: "She told me that home is where the heart is, and thinking about it, I feel pretty much the same way."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at their clasped hands.

When I was young, I would often misremember the map when I went to unfamiliar places, so he would usually walk ahead of me.

As he grew older, he no longer needed to memorize maps; he only needed to distinguish east, west, south, and north, and I would lead the way for him.

Now there's no need to distinguish between front and back; he prefers to be closer. The distance between front and back isn't as close as the distance between left and right; he likes to stay to the left or right now.

Yeah, I like it too...

Thinking about things from the past, she said, "You used to really like to ponder questions like, where do we come from, and where are we going?"

Nomiyama squeezed her hand: "Yes, you come from the sea of ​​stars, you should go to a safe place."

Have you thought it through?

"I couldn't be clearer."

Yukino Yukinoshita gently stroked the back of his hand with her fingertips: "I remember you had a different opinion back in high school."

Nomiyama thought for a moment and nodded: "Back then, I thought it didn't matter where I came from or where I was going, as long as I did what I liked. Essentially, it means the same thing now. Being with you guys is what I like."

Yukino Yukinoshita turned her head to look at him: "What a pity."

Nomiyama blinked: "What's a pity?"

"It's a pity that we weren't in the same middle school."

"Um, we really can't rewrite the past, otherwise I'll be carrying my current memories alone in a changed future."

Nomiyama shrank back: "It's pitiful."

Yukino Yukinoshita turned around, suppressing her smile and remaining calm: "You're overthinking it. I'm not sorry that you won't rewrite the past. I'm just sorry that we weren't together for three years in junior high. Three years is a long time."

Nomiyama was taken aback, then gripped her hand a little tighter.

They now have plenty of time, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of years, or even the distant future.

But three years is three years, no matter how much time passes, it's still three years.

He whispered, "If you count it that way, we also missed six years of your life, from when you were two to when you were eight."