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Such thoughts floated in his head, forcing him to stop.

So he had to remain silent, thinking and watching.

He was so engrossed that he didn't notice a light shining behind him.

After a moment, the light disappeared and some irregular muffled sounds were heard, like a child who had just learned to walk on the floor.

When Nomiya came to his senses, he noticed someone approaching and turned his head.

In the field of vision, a person rushed over, his head was suffocated, and he was hugged tightly.

Eh? I'm not a chicken thief.

Nomiyama subconsciously prepared to struggle free. He was a good student with excellent character and academic performance, and he could not bear the crime of stealing a chicken late at night.

“Wuwu…Wuwaa ...

Hearing the other person's almost wailing voice, Nomiya froze. He then noticed that the other person had hung his entire body on him, holding on to him tightly like an octopus. This reminded him of a long time ago when Eriri, who was frightened by thunder, also subconsciously hung on him and hugged him tightly.

It seems that if I don’t do this, I will lose my sense of security.

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Chapter 58 Take me away, anywhere is fine

Nomiyama was not going to push away the woman hanging on him.

Her emotions were now at an extreme edge, overflowing and turning into liquid, running across his cheeks, down his neck, and flowing to his chest.

Perhaps out of pity, or perhaps because he was infected by those emotions, Nomiyama was willing to wait for her to finish venting.

He just felt a little depressed, physically.

The other person covered his head with a very sensitive part, which made him feel a little embarrassed to breathe.

His sense of smell was so outstanding that he could smell so many things. Coupled with his sensitive position, his breath would inevitably bring some heat to the other person's chest.

In short, breathing is probably really wrong at the moment.

So he simply stopped breathing and began to hold his breath.

A minute later, he heard the other person's crying fade away.

Two minutes later, he heard the other person sobbing softly.

Three minutes later, he heard the other person crying silently.

Four minutes later, the crying and tears stopped, and he could hear the other person's breathing getting heavier.

He felt the other person relax slightly, get off him, and stand on the ground, but he still held him tightly.

His face was finally free from the large soft covering. Nomiya took a deep breath of fresh air and then heard heavier breathing sounds in his ears.

I was stunned for a moment, and a heat spread wildly around my neck, making it a little itchy.

Reaching out and pushing away the embrace, Nomiyama retreated several meters in an instant, raised his fishing rod, and stopped the woman who wanted to come closer.

He frowned, thinking as he looked at the other person.

She was in her thirties, without makeup, wearing an exquisitely crafted kimono. Her face was as beautiful as a favorite of the gods, and she naturally had a mature charm. She was probably a lady from a wealthy family. However, now this lady had red eyes and looked aggrieved. She looked...

It was very strange, a bit like the female classmate he had beaten until she cried before.

It can't be that this is another person who knows me, right?

Turning his head, he glanced at the Yukinoshita family compound a little distance away and asked, "Are you from the Yukinoshita family?"

Yukinoshita Miyame was feeling aggrieved, thinking to herself, I've been with you for more than ten years, and you left without saying a word, and came back without saying a word. I just hugged me a few times and cried a few times, and you pointed your fishing rod at me. Are you so disgusted with me?

Until he spoke, and I heard the different tone of voice and the other person's body, which was obviously smaller in school uniform.

She finally recovered from her previous sadness and joy and realized what had happened.

This time when he came down the mountain, he lost his memories and turned into a child.

Seeing that the other party did not respond, Nomiyama frowned even more and asked the next question: "Do you know me?"

"Yeah." Yukinoshita Miyame nodded slightly.

Nomiyama observed the changes in the other person's expression and asked again: "What's my name?"

Yukinoshita Miyase paused and looked at him with a bitter feeling.

she does not know.

His name does not appear in the records of past generations. It is better to say that after the generation of our ancestor, no one could ask his name.

But, there is a way.

Reaching out, Yukinoshita Miyame grabbed the fishing rod.

She exerted a little force, and the fishing rod swung twice, and the fishing line and hook swung along with it. They rotated and entangled around the fishing rod, and finally after more than ten circles, the hook hooked the fishing rod and fastened it.

Of course she can use the fishing rod made by her ancestors.

Nomiya fell silent.

Over the years, only he and Yukinoshita can use this fishing rod freely. Anyone else, including Eriri, will be accidentally hooked if they touch it a few times.

This person really knew him, but for some reason, he didn't want to pay attention to her...

It feels like something bad is going to happen.

He trusted his instincts, so he turned around.

The corner of his clothes was grabbed.

Nomiyama turned around and looked at her eyes that were moist and seemed about to cry again. He said helplessly: "It's late. I want to go home."

Yukinoshita Miyame had no idea what his current situation was, let alone where his home was.

Suspected of being drunk, the order was abandoned for a long time

So she stretched out her hand and pointed at the mountain.

“There are lots of chickens on the hill.”

丿0?卍⒉ノ╲彡0乆捌

Nomiyama looked at her, confused.

Taking a deep breath, Yukinoshita Miyame continued.

“I raised those chickens.”

She didn't lie, because she was the one who paid for the pet, even though it was free-range.

Nomiyama still didn't understand what she wanted to say, so he had to wait for her to finish.

"You were always in the mountains all those years, roasting several a day and eating so many that you couldn't even count them all."

"I haven't asked you to pay me yet!"

Nomiyama froze. He really liked eating chicken, and he was inexplicably good at roasting chicken.

What this person said may be true, but that was at most what the "me" in the past did. How can you put the blame on the "me" in the present?

He opened his mouth, but he couldn't say these words. After all, no matter the past or the present, it was all his fault in the end. At most, it was just self-inflicted amnesia?

But I can't do that. I can't pay it back without robbing a bank. Judging from the age of the old man who knew me before, if I had never left the mountain before, I must have stayed there for at least decades. How many a day, who knows how much I ate...

His gaze drifted and he looked in a certain direction. Yukinoshita was there, across the ocean.

This debt is definitely unpayable. If the other party insists on collecting the debt, then run away. Yukinoshita has money, so go find her, at least she can provide me with food.

But he didn't receive any words of debt collection, only a fragile and pleading voice.

"Take me anywhere."

Nomiya turned his gaze and looked at the person in front of him.

Her eyes were red and swollen from crying just now. Her eyes were filled with hope and pleading. The knuckles of her fingers that were tugging at the corner of her clothes were slightly white from excessive force.

She seemed to be grasping at straws.

Know yourself, and not just in some ordinary way.

His eyes drooped and Nomiya turned around.

"Then let's go. Let me make it clear first. My family is very poor now. If you have such a big appetite, you have to go out to work and earn money yourself."

Yukinoshita Miyame followed, still not letting go of his clothes. After hearing this, she was just stunned for a moment, then said softly: "I have money, a lot of money."

Nomiyama glanced at her and didn't respond.

He has money, doesn't chase debts, and still looks like this.

So my instinct was right, I should have just run away. It was a bit like a debt of love...

Could it be that I was a scumbag who played with women's hearts in the past?

Walking in silence until we reached a wall.

It’s the wall of Yukinoshita’s house again, and I have to jump over it again. Last time he took people away from home, and this time seems to be similar.

Turning around, he looked at the woman behind him, whose name he didn't know yet, and signaled with his eyes.

Can you jump?

After all, I know my old self, so I can definitely jump over a wall or something.

Yukinoshita Miyame looked at him who winked at her, then looked at the tall wall.

Her face flushed, her eyes sparkled with joy, and she smiled brightly as she flew into the boy's arms, like a young girl who couldn't help but run for joy when she reunited with the person she loved.

Nomiyama was finally confirmed.

It was a debt of love, or a rather large one, so much so that a lady who looked obviously noble would let go of her reserve and subconsciously reveal her girlish demeanor.

Was he really a scumbag in the past? That doesn't make sense. There must be some misunderstanding. I can ask about it later. Since we knew each other before, I can also ask about that person.

Nomiyama reached out silently, held her in his arms, hugged her a little tighter, and then pushed his feet hard to jump over the wall.

After landing, he put the other person down and continued to walk forward in silence.

This girl is much dumber than Yukinoshita. She can't even read her own eyes. She clearly said "Can you jump?", but she understood it as "I'll take you to jump".

Yukinoshita Miyame looked at the young man who kept walking in front of her, and suddenly loosened the corner of her clothes. She said in a gentle voice: "Let me help you carry your shoulder bag. It's not convenient to carry the fishing rod with one hand."

"Oh." Nomiyama didn't think much about it. He reached out and took off the backpack from his shoulder and handed it to her.

Taking the bag, Yukinoshita Miyame's eyes flickered, her voice still soft: "Can I take a look at your homework?"

"what ever."

Nomi-Santo didn't reply either. He never brought homework home anyway. His bag usually contained some fishing bait, kitchen knives, and extracurricular books.

Yukinoshita Miyagure smiled softly and began to open her shoulder bag.

She didn't know his name yet.

A name that no one in the tribe knew except the ancestors.

I opened it and took a look. Inside were a few comic books, a knife, a pack of fishing bait, and two red hairbands.

And a thick book.

Without hesitation, Yukinoshita Miyame took out the hardcover book.

When I opened the first page, I saw a line of preface.

The world is out of sync. Ah, what a cursed cause and effect this is, and I was born to correct it.

Below the preface are two names.

Yukinoshita Yukino.

The wild mountain wind blows early.

Yukinoshita Miyame held the book in her hands, the gentleness had disappeared from her face. She stared at the two names and then glanced at the preface.

My hands started shaking.