Chapter 268 Is there anyone else planning to build a floor?

At night, in the bedroom of Natsume Naoki's hometown.

As the saying goes, it's hard to change a country's nature, and it's hard to change people's habits.

The bedroom layout in Natsume Naoki's hometown is very similar to the bedroom layout in Tokyo. After all, the house he rented in Tokyo was decorated according to the way he remembered his childhood.

But here in Hokkaido, the bedrooms are simpler.

The desk is very clean, with nothing else on it except a few extracurricular books. My childhood textbooks have been given to children from relatives by their parents.

For older children in the family, the textbooks they have studied cannot be kept and will be borrowed by other relatives for various reasons.

There is no cupboard. Because his days at home are numbered, Natsume Naoki does not have his own wardrobe in his bedroom.

The two people's huge suitcases were opened in the corner. The clothes they would wear for this vacation, a change of underwear and underwear for the two of them, and the bedding they brought from Tokyo were all inside.

In addition, there are some small snacks, which Asai has taken out and placed on the table, such as nuts, preserved fruits, and a few pieces of fruit hard candies bought from Muto Grocery Store.

This kind of hard candy used to be Asai's favorite snack. After that kiss, Natsume Naoki also fell in love with this cheap candy.

But he only eats cherry-flavored fruit candies.

Natsume Naoki's underwear is neatly stacked in the corner, while Asai's underwear is placed in small portions in transparent bags with buckles, including daily disposable and commonly used styles.

The bed in the room is somewhere between a double and a single. It's not that spacious, but it can fit two people into it if they want to.

But Natsume Naoki didn't go to bed. At this time, the light in the room was changed to dim mode 2. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor next to the bed, holding a notebook that looked a little older, with an expression on his face.

dignified.

The hard-covered notebook is taupe-brown in color and has a rough texture to the touch. The price should be very cheap, just like the kind sold at the canteen at the entrance of a primary school.

The only thing that might make the price go up is that the buttons on the side are no longer very sensitive.

The code book is a product that is only popular among elementary school students. Any adult with normal wrist strength can easily open this cheap code book.

However, this codebook is different from ordinary codebooks. When you open the cover, you can see the writing on the title page.

[I would like to use this code book to record a new life. Everyone’s youth and childhood are worth remembering. I hope that no matter where the future leads, when I see this code book, I can remember my original intention and those things.

Touching moments left by passers-by in my life.]

This is the first line of words, and there are time and signature below, which respectively write my name and the time when I was four years old.

"Is this something I wrote when I was four years old?" Natsume Naoki looked at the first line on the title page and thought thoughtfully: "It's not surprising, since I still remember my identity as a reincarnated person.

So it makes sense that I could write at the age of four... It would be better to say that I should have been able to write long ago, but I just chose it at the age of four to attract less attention."

As for the memory of writing the diary, it has long been lost, and even Natsume Naoki did not know that such a diary existed.

"But it's finally a good thing. At least I can understand some things before I was eight years old through my own words." He comforted himself.

The secret that has troubled me for ten years is finally beginning to be revealed.

At first glance, there is nothing wrong with this first sentence. Even if it was written when I was four years old, it is not an unfathomable sentence for people who are born with knowledge.

However, the second half of the next title page left Natsume Naoki a bit confused.

The more he looked, the more he frowned.

[An extremely serious accident happened. Mao is still waiting for me. There is no time. I wrote this sentence hastily in my spare time to ensure that I have a backup plan. I just hope that when I read this diary again Everything is fine. I don’t want to lose anyone anymore. The physical pain is worse than the mental pain. This is my own decision, which is your decision. No one can influence you and me, everything is according to the heart, and this life is smooth. Mind.]

Both the pen and handwriting used are different from the seemingly enigmatic life motto at the beginning of the title page. It can be seen that there was a period of time between writing these two paragraphs, and the handwriting is fuller and more mature.

The time signature also confirms this.

"Calculating the time, this was actually written when I was eight years old?"

Natsume Naoki was a little surprised. There were only two sentences and two signature dates on the title page.

The first sentence should be the day when I started writing this diary, when I was four years old.

The second sentence is the point at which I lost my memory - eight years old!

And not only is there a doubt about time, the entire second sentence is also weird.

What does it mean that Zheno is still waiting for me...

What does it mean to not want to lose anyone again?

Asai had already finished taking a shower and entered the door. He was only wrapped in a bathrobe. His wet hair was wiped but still not dry. The smell of shampoo mixed with shower gel filled the bedroom.

Natsume Naoki had also taken a shower just now, using the same kind of shower gel and shampoo, but at this time there was another indescribable fragrance in the room.

Like fresh milk, body fragrance from Asai.

"Mao, have you read this notebook? Do you have any clues about the words above?"

You didn't need to look up to know that it was Asai who came in. Natsume Naoki's whole mind was on the notebook at full speed, and he subconsciously asked her.

When Asai didn't answer for a long time, he looked up and found Asai standing at the door, staring at him blankly.

"What's wrong?" he asked, then held the notebook and waved it gently: "This should have been written by me when I was a child, but I can't remember anything. It's strange, your name is mentioned on it."

"What did you call me just now?" Asai asked, with a moment of confusion and temptation on his face.

It was like being stabbed hard in the heart.

Natsume Naoki was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted: "Really...Mao? Ah, I'm sorry, it's because of this."

He smiled, waved the notebook in his hand again, and then opened the title page and showed it to Asai Mao: "Look, I called you Mao when I was a child. Sure enough, the fact that you are my childhood sweetheart is not made up. You have something to do."

Hidden from me."

He looked a little serious: "Besides, I also know from the mouth of Qihai's school doctor that your hometown and mine are actually in the same area. You have never mentioned this."

Asai lowered his eyebrows and thought, it's not just as simple as being in the same district.

You watched me grow up.

After noticing that Asai bowed his head and said nothing, Natsume Naoki's mind suddenly recalled the conversation he had with his mother after returning home tonight.

"Don't always guess what girls will think...?" He thought thoughtfully.

Then he clenched his fists, as if he had made up his mind. When he looked at Asai again, he had become very determined and no longer hesitated.

"Mao, I forgot the password to this book, do you have any clues?"

Asai suddenly raised his head and looked at him. When he saw the determination in his eyes, his hard heart seemed to melt.

"Let me tell you now, you have no intention of doing anything tonight." She walked over gently, sat on the bed, then turned off the lights in the room and turned on the desk lamp.

Under the reflection of the desk lamp, her side face was so alluring, revealing pink color, and her eyes were shining with love.

"I'll tell you when it's over." She said, then got into the quilt.

"What, what's the end?" Natsume Naoki was stunned.

"I said, are you really going to sleep on the floor?" Asai turned to face him and asked.

Due to gravity, her hair hung down on her face, blocking some of the moonlight in her eyes. The hazy beauty made Natsume Naoki feel suffocated.
Chapter completed!