Comics, daily stories

Nomiyama leaned against the rooftop railing, looking at the gentle warm sun in the sky. "Eri, for now, after school, you should focus on the art club. I'm always here and won't leave. You don't have to end your activities early to come find me by the river."

Sawamura Eriri stopped what she was doing and turned to look at him. Her expression was cautious and conflicted: "Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?"

Nomiyama's expression remained unchanged. "Eriri loves drawing, and these past few years should be your golden period for learning this. The after-school club exchanges will be very useful to you."

Eriri Sawamura looked at him without saying anything.

Nomiyama didn't wait for a response and looked at her in confusion.

Those eyes were slightly red, with a hint of grievance, a look of grievance that was different from the expression he had when he bullied her before, and it was a little unfamiliar.

Reaching out, he flicked Eriri's head: "What are you thinking about?"

Sawamura Eriri scratched the white over-the-knee socks on her legs, but still tried to look at him: "I, I just want to spend more time with you. We haven't had any chance to play together in the past few years."

"You and Yukino are both smarter than me. I'm a bit dumber and can't figure out a lot of things."

Her voice was a little thinner and more aggrieved: "But I want to be with you more than painting."

Nomiya calmed down and looked at Eriri, and found that she insisted on looking into his eyes.

Qianxun 1②⑥②⑦ling

So I started at the beginning.

"Then don't disturb me while I'm fishing. And you still have to go to the art department after school, so don't delay your daily homework."

"Uh-huh!"

Eriri Sawamura smiled, lowered her head, and began to eat the food in big mouthfuls.

......

If I have to say, Nomiyama really admires those creators who are obsessed with it.

When school was over in the afternoon, he saw his senior sister in the crowd. She was squatting under a tree, motionless. So, out of curiosity, he walked over to watch.

He was talking to himself, spouting strange lines, as if he was imagining what the male protagonist would say when observing ants in his daily life.

The strange male protagonist would go out of his way to observe ants.

Nomiyama listened for a while and then left quietly.

People with outstanding creative talents are often different from ordinary people. This is a natural thing. After all, for creators, the more outstanding their talents are, the more bizarre and rich their spiritual world is. Judging from the crazy state that the senior sister is currently showing, maybe she doesn't have to wait until she is fifteen. Maybe as long as this school year, at the age of fourteen, she can make herself famous.

The premise is that you don’t drive yourself crazy.

Speaking of which, Eriri also has outstanding talents, but I haven't noticed that she is any different from ordinary people. At most, she is an unusual fool.

Could it be that there is something about painting that she doesn't know?

If I have the chance, I would like to find out what she likes to paint. It has been a long time since I have seen her private paintings.

Carrying the rod, Nomiya went to the river slope as usual and cast the hook.

As usual, he put away his indoor shoes, then put on the bait and cast his rod again.

After a few seconds, the goods are loaded.

Collar ① Erhaiba Lingjiuba

Raise the rod and grab the object in your hand.

The death of my uncle

The bamboo tube came from her bamboo tube, a bamboo tube that was two months old.

After looking at the bamboo tube twice, Nomiya reached out and took out the paper.

The paper continued the conversation from last time.

Kazehaya: [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?]

Xue Wan: [He won’t throw a tantrum if I don’t feed him, but who made me want to cook for him?]

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Life is just like the first sight

Chapter 65: Snowy Evening

A mountain is a mountain. The higher ones are called high mountains, the steeper ones are called dangerous mountains, and the smaller ones are called small mountains.

The mountain where he lived had no name because he was too lazy to give it one.

When the immortals in heaven chat, they will call his mountain a barren mountain because the mountain exists in the wilderness.

He heard it but ignored it. After all, what others called him had nothing to do with him.

He just lived quietly because he had nothing else to do except living. Occasionally, when he didn't want to move, he would turn himself into a stone, lie down in a corner of the mountain and sleep for hundreds or thousands of years.

When time stops flowing in him, he is no different from a stone. Thinking will only make him realize that he does not need to think. Everything else will die and lose its meaning.

In this situation, sleeping became the most reassuring thing for him, because it allowed him to ignore the rotation of the sun and moon and the changes of the heaven and earth.

Until later a man came to the foot of the mountain.

That was the strongest person he had ever seen. She was very special and incredibly strong. Even the immortals in heaven were not as strong as her. She was completely beyond the scope of human beings.

She had a pair of eye-catching red eyes and an arrogant look on her face. She smiled and said, "I've come a long way, and everyone on the road said you're very strong."

"How about it? Do you want to fight me?"

He thought about it and unexpectedly agreed.

Then he swung his fist and pinned her to the ground and beat her for an hour.

She wasn't good at fighting, but she was very resistant to beatings. Afterwards, she would just stand up, twist her waist, and look calm with two panda eyes.

And said: "I want to take you in as my younger brother, what do you think?"

So he held her down and beat her for another hour, but this time he didn't swing his fists. He just stood aside and kept striking her with lightning.

She was struck black all over, but she was still fine. She just blew out black smoke with circles and said with an unhappy look on her face that she wanted to go into the mountains.

Maybe it was because he was beginning to feel bored with the years, or maybe it was because the person in front of him was really new, so he agreed.

So he had a name to be called.

The wild mountain wind blows early.

Mountains are seen in the wilderness, and the morning wind.

His mountain also had a name, and became "the mountain behind my home" in her mouth.

It’s all right. It’s all right.

Nomiyama had no objection to what she said. The name was just a nickname and was not important.

But his life did begin to change.

Because the person named Yukinoshita Yukiwan is a bit noisy.

She moved her entire family to the front of the mountain and started going into the mountain every day.

This made it impossible for Nomiyama to sleep, because if he turned into stone he would be found and touched by her.

But he did not have the idea of forcibly driving the other party away, and he never turned into stone again.

To pass the time, he accepted the bamboo fishing rod given by the other party and started fishing by the lake every day.

He seemed to have no talent for fishing and had never caught any fish since he took the fishing rod, but he was not in a hurry. After all, the thing he had the most was time.

The sun was shining brightly that day, and the surface of the lake was slightly shimmering, giving it a golden hue.

Nomiya sat on the rock, holding the fishing rod quietly, without moving.

"Hahahaha!!! Kazehaya!!! Catch me!!!"

The sound was loud and came from the sky, so Nomi-san glanced up.

She broke through the clouds and fell like a meteor, her whole body burning with flames. Part of her black warrior uniform was already melting, and the world was rumbling because of her.

Nomiyama lowered his head and ignored her. After all, this guy was the type that could not be killed by being hit.

After a few seconds, he raised his finger.

The person who fell was suspended in the water for several meters without causing any ripples.

This person came to his fishing spot on purpose.

After glancing at her, Nomiyama continued to look at the fishing line on the lake.

Yukinoshita Yukiwan stopped in mid-air, looking at him and laughing.

Reaching out to brush off the sparks on her body, she took a few steps towards him barefoot in the air, then subconsciously took out the purple sphere and threw it at him.

The ball bounced away instantly, and she took out another one in a blink of an eye.

"That thing is useless. It's a good idea, but it can't restrain me. It won't even have a chance of catching me if I don't want it to."

Nomiyama responded to her with a calm expression.

"I know."

Yukinoshita Yukiwan said as if it was a matter of course: "I know I can't catch you, I just want to see if the chance is gone, and hit you a couple of times for fun."

She walked over to him and sat down, waving her hand to summon the firewood to pile behind her.

He waved his hand again, and two clucking chickens appeared in the blink of an eye. Before they could caw a second time, death came in an instant. After their feathers, internal organs, and blood were removed, the two chickens began to float behind the two men.

During this process, Nomiyama just looked at the lake quietly.

Yukinoshita Yukiwan did not choose to roast the chicken manually, but let it rotate naturally on the fire, and then, like him, quietly looked at the lake.

Nomiya tilted his head, surprised by her sudden silence.

Yukinoshita Yukiwan noticed his movement, tilted her head, and grinned.

"Feng Zao, I found a way to see destiny, and then went to the sky to ask a few immortals."

Looking at the lake again, Nomiyama responded, "Yeah."

"I seem to have failed and failed to get you down the mountain."

"Ah."

"I feel like I'm dead."

"Ah."

Nomiya's eyes moved slightly, one hand holding the fishing rod and the other hand spread out.

The mist condensed in his palm, and the years continued to take shape.

A moment later, a small bottle of liquid was suspended in his palm.

"Elixir of life."

He stretched out his hand and handed it over, as if the other person handed him a roast chicken every day, just like an ordinary person.

Yukinoshita Xuewan glanced at the small bottle and put it away. She propped up her face and looked at the sun in the distance: "Fengzao, come down the mountain with me now."

Nomiyama looked out at the lake and gave his daily answer to this daily question: "I have no reason to go down the mountain."

Yukinoshita Xuewan curled her lips: "Boring, can't you put it another way?"

Standing up, she summoned two branches, pierced through the two roasted chickens suspended in the air, and began to operate manually.

Nomiya looked back at her, thought for a moment, and then reached out his hand.

The other person's fishing rod appeared in his hand.

There was a flash of white light, and he handed it back to her: "The effect of the palu balls caught with this fishing rod will be much stronger."

Turning back, he continued to look at the lake, his voice still calm: "When you catch me, I promise you one thing."

Yukinoshita Xuewan held her fishing rod, paused for a moment, and threw away the two roasted chickens.

With a serious expression, she stood up, holding the rod in one hand and the other hand behind her back, walked in front of him, and looked at the sunset at a 45-degree angle.

She naturally exuded the aura of a master, a profound and majestic figure: "With this pole in hand, fate is just a matter of fate. Watch me break it with one strike."