"It turns out it's really you!" Amamiya Konma was almost excited: "I asked you this during the Waseda Campus Festival, Natsume-kun! Why didn't you admit it at the time? Didn't you tell me that I remembered it correctly, and the car accident happened?

The kid who directs the rescue at the scene is you!"

Natsume Naoki remembered this incident, but he could not tell Amamiya Konma that he had lost his memory before and had only recently regained his memory.

"Has this happened before?" He pretended to think, and then smiled: "Maybe I didn't react at the time, Uncle Amamiya."

"It's unmistakable, that look is really you!"

Amamiya Konma held his shoulders with a strong hand.

This was the first time that Natsume Naoki saw Konma Amamiya with such a big mood swing. In his impression, the other person should be a successful person sitting on the sofa, drinking coffee and reading the company's financial report. His happiness and anger are not shown on the surface...

…

Amamiya Konma is indeed such a person, but no matter what, he is a human being first.

So Natsume Naoki soon understood the reason why he was so excited. No matter who had been looking for the savior for ten years, suddenly looking back in front of him, no one could calm down!

"Natsume-kun, where are those people who saved me back then? Who were they?" Amamiya Konma asked quickly: "I checked all the search records of that day, whether it was a private search team or a supernumerary search and rescue team of the Fire Department.

I've looked for him, but no one is suitable."

"It's not because of this, Uncle Murata." Natsume Naoki thought for a moment, and decided not to say anything, just to treat it as a surprise, and just smiled: "You will know in two days. If you have time, you can go get a haircut and buy some clothes.

Come on, be energetic, there will be guests coming to see you in a few days."

Then let the neighboring village see the joke, it is better to bow down to the neighbor.

"Uncle Amemiya is really serious. There is a big difference from his usual appearance."

"Ten years ago, there was a relocation in Sapporo. How many buildings were demolished and how many were built? The market was really good at that time. All the people in the village went out to work... I couldn't help it. I gave up my father's craftsmanship and followed.

, now that there is no work to do outside, I have to run back to the village in despair and pick up the saw again, maybe this is retribution."

In order to make money, you have to sacrifice your face.

Natsume Naoki stepped over and asked with a smile: "What are your orders?"

"Looking for me?" Murata was stunned for a moment, and then his face lit up: "Naoki, you introduced me to the carpentry job? Thank you so much. Your family is very kind-hearted. I know...what kind of wood and what do you want to make?"

object?"

Although he was talking about retribution, Murata had a hearty smile on his face, without any intention of complaining at all.

Asai didn't answer, grabbed his collar with one hand, and slowly stood on tiptoes to get closer.

In Hokkaido, this kind of open carriage is very popular with tourists, but for the locals, few people go back to ride the green train that lacks thermal insulation measures, even though you can enjoy the beautiful sea view on the coastline and the scattered mountains at the foot of the mountain.

Oil painting house.

"The reaction was very fast, and I didn't let anything slip." Asai nodded thoughtfully, then pressed his thumb on his lips: "What's the matter with that lipstick? Explain it!"

"Uncle Murata, do you still want to go out after this time?"

"Your dad came to me a few years ago and wanted me to work for him, but I didn't agree to go out to work." Murata said bitterly: "Now that the market is not good outside, I can't shame myself to tell your dad about this.

Just something, can you give me a message to your dad? If you don’t mind, I’ll go to your dad’s place to do it after spring!"

"What's wrong?"

"Welcome back."

Ten years have passed, and Uncle Murata has reached middle age. He wears a small felt hat on his head, and the roots of his hair exposed from the brim of the hat are somewhat gray.

"Murata, Murata..."

"Okay!"

"There are also blood donation records. The doctor said that when they sent our family to the hospital, because the blood bank in the hospital was tight, many of them donated blood, but because it was too chaotic and busy that night, they only registered one."

Murata's surname is so huge among so many people that it's really impossible to find it."

Asai looked at him suspiciously, put the stewed beef on the dining table, took off his gloves and raised his fingers at him.

Natsume Naoki thought that such a man should not worry about money.

"Wait a minute, come back."

Natsume Naoki walked over and wanted to help her while talking.

"Um, Naoki." Uncle Murata was a little embarrassed. After thinking for a long time, he finally spoke: "Is your dad's side in need of people recently?"

"It's not a carpenter's job. Anyway, you will know it in two days. Remember to tell the other uncles in the village."

Murata sighed: "I rejected you a few years ago, and now I am licking my face and coming back to beg your father. I know that is not the case."

On the train home, Naoki Natsume recalled Uncle Amamiya's solemn promise, and unconsciously there was a smile on his lips.

Natsume Naoki saw this and smiled: "I'm afraid this won't work."

"I guessed wrong, it was actually beef stew."

Natsume Naoki laughed: "Uncle Murata is my neighbor, he is a very enthusiastic person, and he took the initiative to donate blood back then... I vaguely remember that Uncle Amamiya was also rescued by him, so you have to thank him properly.

"

Someone called, Natsume Naoki looked up, and by chance he saw Uncle Murata coming out of the village carrying a saw and his carpenter's tool box.

He had also heard about the marriage in the next village, but it was said that the salary given to Uncle Murata was very small, which seemed to bully honest people.

"Hey, hey, no matter what, I took advantage of you, who would resist?" Natsume Naoki said with a smile: "Besides, you are not a person! I am not a heartthrob, how could everyone want to kiss me?

Woolen cloth?"

"It's too late to have lunch. Someone in the next village is getting married in the next two days. He asked me to help make two stools for the wedding." Uncle Murata patted his saw: "The economy is not good these days, and the construction site has already been

There is no work for us, so we have to make a living by ourselves."

"It's true that we can't find jobs." Naoki Natsume told the truth.

Murata was a little confused, but he was in a hurry so he didn't think about it carefully. After saying a few words about his willingness to work in the factory, he hurried to the neighboring village.

"Hey, Naoki!"

"Afraid of burning me?" Natsume Naoki chuckled and hugged her gently from behind: "If you don't let me touch the pot, then I have to hug you."

If it weren't for the fact that the construction site was not working, Uncle Murata was in urgent need of money to support his family. With his temperament, he would not put down his body and accept this job. He would go out to work for his employer without even having time for lunch.

Amamiya Konma recalled the man's promise to rescue him: "So his name is Murata!"

But the soft touch he imagined did not appear for a long time. He opened the slits of his eyes and saw the shallow well close at hand.

Natsume Naoki smiled, shook his head, and returned home.

In this small town, there are only two trams that pass through the village a day, corresponding to the green trains at noon and evening.

Asai Mao's voice came from the kitchen. Natsume Naoki changed her shoes and entered the kitchen. She saw Asai wearing an apron and heat-resistant gloves while carrying a stew pot.

He didn't complain whether the road he chose was bitter or sweet. He just had to support his family and it was really hard to live a life of asking for help everywhere.

"I'm back!"

"Oh...so too."

"Go wash your hands and eat the rest first."

However, Asai dodged and blocked him with his back. He looked back at him and raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't move around, it's very hot."

"That's not accurate. This should be called a hooligan."

Today two girls have taken the initiative to kiss.

"You're used to being kissed by so many people, right? Now you don't even resist."

He was thinking a lot in his mind, so he quietly closed his eyes.

He made up his mind.

"That's it, Natsume-kun. I can't leave here for the time being, and you know that. But I promise that I will go to your village to personally thank you!"

Natsume Naoki looked at the lips getting closer and closer to him, thinking that his luck in love seemed to be getting better and better?

Walking at the entrance of the village, Natsume Naoki could hear the "ding-ding" sound from the other side of the railway tracks. Every time he heard the sound, it always reminded him of the speed of 5 centimeters per second.

"Scoundrel."

She narrowed her eyes and called out the family throne with her last words, which frightened Natsume Naoki.

"Impossible, senior sister, she has been lying down for so long, how can she put on lipstick? And her lips are so dry..."

Halfway through his words, Natsume Naoki shut up knowingly.

Asai pinched her waist and tilted her head. Where did she get the slightest bit of lipstick on her fingers?
Chapter completed!