Natsume Naoki still held the young Nanami Night while drawing the human body line drawing, one piece of waste paper after another. Finally, slowly, the strength of his hold on her hand became much weaker. In the end, it was just pretending. Nanami Night

I have been able to complete a work with beautiful lines and moderate proportions by myself.

At this moment, it was almost dawn, and the sky in the distance was turning white.

"I give you my memory," the little blue figure suddenly spoke. "This is how I saved the remaining memory of Zheno. It is incomplete but can still help you. Although escaping is shameful, it is useful. With my

In the past, live a good life in Tokyo with Mao's old life, and no matter what setbacks and troughs you encounter, don't forget that you still have a little kid who always makes you angry who is thinking about you."

Natsume Naoki looked serious but not serious, with a smile on his lips, as if he was saying goodbye.

"In this way, I will completely forget about Zheno and you, as well as the dead uncle and aunt... But it doesn't matter, this is fine. As long as I can save Zheno, as long as I can, you will still be that heartless and stinky aunt.

, not the alcoholic Obasan.”

"If you want to live a happier life, I'm leaving."

With a bang, the blue figure instantly collapsed.

Qihaiye stood there as if in a daze, dazed.

The dissipated blue light spots did not disappear, but poured into her body.

At this moment, there seemed to be some changes in her memory.

After staying there for about a minute or two, young Nanami slowly came back to her senses.

"I am..."

She looked down at the brushes and pencils in her hands, and then at the blank drawing paper that had been re-pasted next to her, forgetting what had just happened.

"Was that a dream just now?" She murmured in a low voice, feeling a little headache, as if she had lost a drink.

But that blue figure still has some vague impression.

"Who is it?" She looked up at the bright sky, "Or is it my imagination?"

But one thing is for sure, I have regained the courage to paint!

So she began to paint with the remaining dye, seriously and focused.

"This is my last oil painting." Nanami Ye, who was standing aside and had already washed away all the paint, looked at the painting of a little girl under the snowy night created by her younger self, and sighed softly: "It is the final painting of an oil painting."

Then she became Nanami-sensei who drew books.

Natsume Naoki's original intention was to use the line drawings she copied when drawing human bodies to help her regain her confidence. Unexpectedly, a book painter who would become popular all over the country was born.

What he didn't know was that these line drawings were actually the prototype for the later "Jockey Rider".

After the young Nanami put down her painting brush, the rising sunlight outside shone through the window, covering her with a soft golden gauze.

She gasped and looked at this painting in memory of her little niece, as if she was reborn.

"I don't know if she, who survived the car accident, will forgive me for escaping." She said to herself: "When I find a job and make enough money, I can go back and see her."

Fatigue swept through her body, and she fell down on the sofa, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep.

"Survived the car accident?" Nanamiye, who was standing aside, frowned obviously: "Who are you talking about, Mao?"

A large number of memories began to emerge, and Nanami held her forehead with her hands in slight pain.

"School doctor, what's wrong with you?" Izumi Mio hurried forward to help her: "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"Mao, she's still alive!"

As the words fell, the dream collapsed again.

"No, come again!" The little rich woman was really scared.

The living room collapsed instantly, and the three of them fell into the endless darkness like birds with broken wings.

"Catch me quickly! Senior sister, Nanami school nurse!" The little rich woman remembered that she almost cried: "Senior Gou, where are you! Catch me quickly, I don't want to fall on my butt again! Aren't you a foot control?

I’ll just promise you next time!”

With a "wow" sound, Amamiya Chizuru sat up straight, with a cold sweat breaking out on her back.

She looked around in shock, at the simple thatched houses and everything familiar.

as well as……

The people around me looked at him strangely.

The school doctor, Izumi Mio, the old palace secretary, the young palace secretary, and Naoki Natsume, who looked embarrassed.

They looked at her, then turned to look at Natsume Naoki.

"Are your dreams different from others?" Natsume Naoki turned away, feeling embarrassed, "What have you been dreaming about...reflect on yourself, you little lolita!"

Amamiya Chizuru also reacted, her face suddenly turned red, and she lowered her head instantly.

This floor is really a floor!

"You...how did you wake up so quickly!"

She couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.

Izumi Mio was thoughtful and looked down at her feet.

Following the float up the mountain from Teine Shrine, I was probably sweating all the way. Not to mention that my feet are often injured while practicing sports, and the shape of my feet is not good-looking.

So she quietly hid her feet under her buttocks and sat there, her face slightly red and feeling a little inferior.

"Little guy, it turns out to be you." Nanamiye looked at Natsume Naoki.

"What am I?"

Natsume Naoki was originally anxiously thinking of ways to save Mao, but when he saw several people waking up one after another, his worries were relieved. When the school doctor said this, he was slightly startled and very puzzled.

"So that's it, you gave me all your memories." Qihaiye said thoughtfully, "So you don't remember it either. We've known each other for so long and haven't talked about it yet."

She seemed to have made up her mind, but in fact, there was only half a second of hesitation. Afterwards, she walked up to Natsume Naoki, looked at the young man in front of her who had grown so much and became so handsome, and gently stretched out her hand to help him caress.

Flat forehead wrinkles.

"Don't look sad, otherwise you won't be handsome." The school doctor asked softly: "You want to save Mao, right?"

Natsume Naoki was stunned when he heard this, and then he grabbed her hand with joy on his face: "You also remember Mao?!"

"It's not me, to be precise, it's you who used to be."

After saying that, Nanami gave him a big hug, just like how he hugged his lost self when he was little.

Now, it's your turn to save him.

Then, in front of everyone's surprised and even horrified gazes, Nanamiye gave him a deep kiss!

Natsume Naoki's eyes widened with disbelief on his face. He wanted to break away but his body was stiff and he didn't know how to resist.

Fortunately, Qi Haiye's kiss didn't last long, it was brief and affectionate.

"I'm really reluctant to let go." Qihaiye let go of him, put her fingers gently on her lips, lowered her eyebrows and sighed with a smile: "My aunt has been looking forward to the first kiss for so many years, but she is not happy..."

"Okay, my favorite little guy," she looked up at Natsume Naoki again and smiled freely: "Go and bring your Mao back!"
Chapter completed!