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Sawamura Eriri felt bitterness well up in her eyes. Her voice was hoarse, and her hands were powerless. She was just wrapped in that warmth: "But I should have stood with you that day. I didn't do anything. I was obviously your friend, but I didn't do anything. I just watched like that."

Yukinoshita Yukino released her hand, rubbed her eyes with both hands, wiped them slightly, and said softly: "Didn't I say it? We don't care about this matter."

"In the past few years, you ran away when you saw us approaching, so we had no choice but to wait for you to come over. We didn't expect that we would graduate while we were waiting."

Sawamura Eriri shrugged her nose and was about to say something else: "I..."

Yukinoshita Yukino interrupted her, took out a small box of paintbrushes from her pocket, and placed it in her hand: "I felt that paintbrushes would be a good New Year's gift, so I bought them."

Looking up, she smiled softly: "But it's not a very valuable or useful brush. I just picked it up at the supermarket this afternoon."

It’s not that there aren’t more expensive and better options, but I thought that he was the one paying the bill, so I subconsciously saved a little money.

"I..."

Eriri Sawamura looked at the paintbrush in her hand in silence for a while, then turned around and rummaged through her cabinet.

After a while, she came back holding a wooden box.

Looking carefully at her friend in front of her, she spoke cautiously, "I, I also prepared a New Year's gift, but I just haven't given it to you yet."

Yukinoshita Yukino looked at the wooden box she handed over, took it, then walked forward and hugged her.

"Eri, it's really nice to meet you."

"After I leave, remember to reconcile with Feng Zao. Don't worry, he doesn't care about those things."

Sawamura Eriri pursed her lips: "Hmm..."

......

Sitting back in her car, Yukinoshita Yukino opened the wooden box. Inside were several small items, including hairpins, hairbands, and a small rolled-up painting.

This is not a one-year gift, but a token of gratitude that the other party has been unable to express for several years.

After closing the wooden box, Yukinoshita Yukino also closed her eyes.

There was no doubt that Eriri was their best friend.

With Eriri by his side, at least he won't be bored.

Also, as he grows older, he will gradually lose his childishness and grow into a handsome young man. If Eriri is around, the three years of junior high school when hormones are overflowing can help him keep away all those potential admirers. After all, Eriri likes him, has a strong possessiveness, and is also very beautiful.

As for whether Eriri will snatch him away.

Well, this thing doesn't make sense in theory, so don't worry about it.

Many things cannot be obtained just by thinking about them. Eriri has ideas, but they are only ideas. She has lost the courage that held herself and Nomiyama-kun together.

On the side, Yukinoshita Haruno looked at her sister with complicated emotions in her eyes.

If it were me, when he proposed to leave, I would probably abandon the Yukinoshita family and agree to it.

Yukino...it's great that you're so responsible...

Chapter 40: To You in a Thousand Years

At night, Yukinoshita Miyayu knelt in front of the tea table, lost in thought.

If you want to leave, why don't you say a word? Why don't you leave any message?

After thousands of years, you came down the mountain in my generation, why didn’t you come to find me?

"Well, ma'am?"

A young woman in an OL dress stood behind her, holding a notebook in her hand.

"Ah."

She responded casually without making any move.

"We found out that over the past few years, a family account has been transferring money to a private account. The amount isn't large, but the process has never stopped."

"Is this the account created by Yang No?"

"No." The woman glanced at the information, a hint of shame on her face. "We haven't found out who the account belongs to, but we can be sure that it doesn't belong to the two young ladies in the family."

Yukinoshita Miyame was silent for a moment.

If it was a very powerful hacker, it was possible that he had deliberately provoked Yukinoshita in this way.

She just felt a little annoyed, annoyed that these people at home had not discovered this matter, annoyed that they had to bother her with such a trivial matter.

As a result, the voice inevitably cooled down several degrees.

"Besides the three of us, mother and daughter, who else do you think can squander the Yukinoshita family's wealth at will?"

"You need to ask me how to deal with such a small matter?"

Shame and panic appeared on the woman's face.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. I'll stop the remittance immediately."

Until the woman left, Yukinoshita Miyame turned her head and looked towards the back mountain.

If he really decided to stay away from the Yukinoshita family, it basically meant he would never be able to find them again.

Her eyes dimmed, and Yukinoshita Miyame confirmed something.

When Yukino has acquired a certain level of ability, he will let her and Haruno decide to leave the Yukinoshita family and become the head of the family, and then he will go to live in the back mountains.

At least we can meet again when he comes back, but I don’t know when he will come back.

I hope I won’t be old by then and won’t have wrinkles, as that would not look good.

......

At noon, Nomiyama opened his eyes and removed himself from the kotatsu.

After going into the bathroom to take care of some hygiene issues, he went straight to the entrance.

What I said to Yukinoshita on the Ferris wheel last night wasn't completely nonsense.

It can't be considered an inheritance, but if he encounters someone leaving...something will really explode.

The last time Eriri left, the main item that appeared should be Yukinoshita's seemingly special fishing rod. This time, I guess something even more exaggerated will appear.

Sitting on the steps, he changed his shoes and then heard his cell phone ringing.

Take it out and open it.

Second, Miss Two, second place: [Last night I said I'd be gone for three years, but you didn't show any sadness at all. Nomi-san is truly a cold person.]

Early in the morning...oh, early in the afternoon, he started finding fault.

After pressing the phone a few times, Nomiyama sent a message, put the phone aside, and continued to put on his shoes.

Nomiyama Kazehaya: [Because I know you will come back, I won’t be sad, I will only look forward to seeing you again]

After putting on his shoes and looking at his phone which had no push notifications, he raised his lip, put it in his pocket, and then picked up his fishing rod.

Yukinoshita is becoming easier and easier to deal with. As long as I say a few honest words occasionally, I can easily silence her and make her unable to react.

When he opened the door, he was stunned.

No, there is a problem.

Turning his head, he looked at the picture hanging in the living room.

There were no extra messages on my phone just now, but it is noon now, and today is the day when my parents usually send me money.

In the past, I would receive a text message in the morning to remind me that my money had arrived.

Nomiyama looked at the two people hanging on the wall and muttered to himself.

"Yukinoshita was only gone for three years, you two wouldn't just disappear..."

"Don't do that! I don't even dare to go fishing. Who knows what might be underwater."

......

On the slope, Nomiya stepped on the unmelted snow and cast his baitless fishing hook into the river.

We can think about how to solve the problem of cheap parents later. Anyway, we need to get the things they revealed first.

Holding the fishing rod quietly, Nomiya carefully surveyed the river surface.

After all, if something really happened to the cheap parents, then the buff added this time was a bit too much. If there was anything beyond the specifications, it would be better to discover it earlier and prepare earlier.

It snowed heavily last night. Now, except for the still rushing river in front of me, the entire view is white.

Nomiya instinctively likes snow, but it is the kind of snow that flies freely in the air, the kind of snow that carries a sense of freedom and agility. He doesn't like snow that is piled up in patches like this one.

It's too lifeless, and it gets monotonous after watching it for a long time.

While I was daydreaming, the fishing rod didn't move at all.

Nomiya was not in a hurry, but he no longer stared at the river.

He began to think about something.

For example, given Yukinoshita's personality, she would probably visit some places she really longed for in Europe, such as her own home address, 221B, Chiba XX Street. She would occasionally say, "The address of Nomiyama-kun's house is quite similar to that of a certain celebrity."

It is indeed quite similar. After all, the home of Sherlock Holmes, the greatest detective in literary history, is 221B Baker Street, London.

Judging from the fact that she mentioned it three times, which was rare, she probably likes the Sherlock Holmes series very much, so she will definitely go to that place.

Then she would take some photos and send them to herself, with a little subtle desire to share, and among those photos, there might be one or two selfies of her. Those selfies cannot be ignored, otherwise she will start to be sarcastic to herself.

As he was thinking, he stumbled.

After stabilizing himself, Nomiya looked at the river in surprise.

It's something that can pull me?

The death of my uncle

I lifted the fishing rod and found nothing moving.

It’s actually decoupled?

Now Nozamiyama was really curious, because he had never seen a poisonous fish, a shoe, a person or a palu ball that could get off the hook by itself after being hooked by him.

In short, in the past, when the fish hook was detached, it was always him who did it, but in this case, it broke free on its own.

It's the first time.

Raising his eyebrows, Nomiya calmed himself down, remained motionless, and continued fishing.

Don't panic, the hook will catch that thing again. After all, if the fish gets off the hook, it's not just the fisherman who will be embarrassed.

As your own fishing hook, you must have your own pride and self-respect.

"Go, my broken fishhook..."

As he whispered, anticipation gradually filled his eyes.

One hour.

Two hours.

Three hours.

four hours.

Nomiyama silently rubbed his abdomen with his free hand, the expectation in his eyes had long been worn away by the endless cold wind and hunger.

At noon, I was in a hurry to go out to catch some bargains for the new treasures that my parents and I found under the snow, so I didn't eat anything.

I looked up at the darkening sky, and then at the river surface that had been unresponsive the entire afternoon.

Well, let’s go eat something. There’s still half of the lamb and radish stew she made yesterday, which can be used as a meal.

The moment he made up his mind, his feet stumbled again.

"I've been waiting for you son of a bitch for a long time."

Holding the fishing rod tightly, Nomiya smiled ferociously and unbridled.

He lifted the rod with both hands and exerted all his strength, his skin turning slightly red.

But I still can't pull it.

"hehe."

Smiling expressionlessly, he turned around, put his hands on the fishing rod, and let it carry his shoulders, as if he was carrying and dragging something, and walked up the slope step by step.