The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

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Chapter 37 Yuko?Yuyuko?

There is nothing more charming than the dancing cherry blossoms in spring, like a swing made of clouds swaying with the wind, turning the whole yard into a warm spring pink.

In the season of recovery of all things, under the huge cherry blossom tree, the boy was resting on the thick roots. Not long after, a piece of cherry blossom fell on the tip of his nose, and his heaving chest was slightly stagnant. The boy couldn't help but let out a moan:

"Well……"

The closed eyes struggled to open a crack, the cherry blossom tree above the head was still bare, but it was surrounded by cherry blossom petals.

The boy's hazy vision gradually became clear. He rubbed his eyes and blinked vigorously. The scene in front of him couldn't help but make him lose his mind.

The neatly arranged white stone bricks extend as far as the eye can see. From a distance, you can see the white walls enclosing the place, and the smell of spring comes in through the cold stones.

The scenery is bright, the sky is blue, the boy seems to recognize that the place he is in is a mansion named Baiyulou, yes, but this mansion at this moment does not seem to be located in the underworld.

"What is this...?"

Wu Ye looked around, the scenery here was both familiar and unfamiliar to him, he reached out and took a piece of cherry blossom from the tip of his nose, obviously it was already the season of autumn, but the pale pink petals were so bright.

The doubts in his heart could not be answered, and Wu Ye couldn't help walking towards the direction of the blowing cherry blossoms. He seemed to hear someone calling his name.

"Wu Ye...!"

It seemed to be a voice coming from behind, Wu Ye turned his head subconsciously, and a figure slowly appeared in the corner of his sight in the distance.

She looks ordinary, but there seems to be something different about her.

Her short shoulder-length black hair was pulled up by the breeze, and her light brown pupils were bright and energetic. Even though she was wearing a simple kimono, it was difficult to conceal her dusty temperament.

Her steps were very small, but the sound of clogs rattling was like a spring suppressing the eruption, it was extremely slow.

"Wu Ye!"

She ran closer, with a sunny smile on her face.

When she came to the front, she yelled out a word and gasped for breath on her knees. After a short pause, she raised her head. The smile in her eyes couldn't be hidden, but she complained softly:

"Really, I told you to wait for me, why are you running so fast?"

The girl's feigned anger made Wu also stunned, he opened his mouth and remained speechless, until the girl showed a puzzled expression, he rolled his dry throat:

"You, Miss Youyouzi?"

"Youyouzi?"

The girl frowned lightly, repeated the name Wu Ye called out repeatedly, looked at him strangely and asked:

"Wu Ye, are you not feeling well today? Why can't you even pronounce my name clearly?"

"No, it's not..."

Wu Ye carefully looked at the girl in front of him. Although the hair color, eye color and attire were far from the undead princess in his memory, he would never remember this face wrongly.

"You are Miss Yuyuko, right?"

As soon as Wu Ye's voice fell, he saw the other party's displeased expression, and couldn't help but weaken a bit:

"Difficult, isn't it?"

"Of course not!"

It was a vigorous response, the girl who looked very much like Yuyuko put her hands on her hips angrily, stared at Wu Ye and said:

"Wu Ye, your brain is so slow that you can't even remember your friends' names!"

Vigorously poking Takeya's chest with her finger, the girl pointed to her nose with dissatisfaction and said:

"I! Yuyuko! It's not Yuyuko! Don't give me weird nicknames!"

"You, son...?"

This name that Wu Ye pronounced out by himself brought him a sense of strangeness, but at the same time brought him a unique familiarity.

Looking at the face in front of him that was [-]% similar to Youyuko, Wu Ye felt a strange feeling in his heart.

They knew each other, they were friends, but she didn't exist in his memory.

"Yuko..."

Wu Ye obeyed his body's instinct and couldn't help calling the girl's name again.

"Yes, you~ son~"

Hearing her own name from Wu Ye's mouth, the gloom on Yuko's face quickly turned clear:

"It seems that I remembered it this time."

"Um, sorry, Yuko."

The second time he called out the girl's name, the strange strangeness in Wu Ye's heart disappeared surprisingly, and everything was so natural.

"Where are we going today?"

"Have you even forgotten this? Idiot~"

Yuko raised her small face and mocked Wu Ye with non-sarcastic words: