[Earthbound Boy Hanako-kun] It's too difficult for me to raise a cat

When Yumupu found us again, Yaxun was no longer there.

Teak Pu smiled and said that sister Ningning had gone back.

"Apu," Yuki Division looked at his brother, then pointed out with a smile, "You like that sister Ningning!"

You Mupu blushed a little embarrassedly, he looked in the direction of the big bamboo forest, and bent his eyes: "Sister Ningning is very poor, she confessed to the person she likes a hundred times and was dumped a hundred times...she Give me the short book, and you may never find a boyfriend again..."

"But I like her a little bit." Teak Pu twisted his fingers and smiled.

"Ah...too bad, Apu is in love..." Teak Division bit his nails, with a pure expression on his face, "Obviously he's still a student."

"This is not love, Asi..."

At night, Yuki tossed and turned, unable to sleep, he was as active as a grilled fish being rolled over the fire—forgive me for the inappropriate metaphor, but Yuki was really noisy.

The child first covered his head with a quilt, and shrank in the darkness under the quilt. After a while, he pulled the quilt twice, revealing a pair of eyes.

"Yangyue, I want to hear a bedtime story." The child said coquettishly.

I pointed at the door mercilessly: "Go and find Yumupu."

"No, Apu will ignore people when he's in love." Yuki Si sadly refused.

...Youzuki, please wake up.

Don't let the child's brain get flooded when he grows up.

"You said it's still too late for me to help you take off the water?" After I shared my doubts with Yuki, I asked him sincerely.

"I don't think it's good," Yuki's big shining eyes were full of sincerity, "I just want to hear Yangyue tell me a bedtime story."

Line eight, you win.

I was helpless: "Where is the storybook?"

The child who had achieved his goal almost lifted the quilt - but was held down by me, and I pulled the quilt back, revealing Yuki Tsukasa's face completely.

"Don't you feel bored?" I complained.

Following the instructions of Secretary Yumu along the way, I found a brand new book of fairy tales.

I sat next to the sleeping Yuki: "Do you like fairy tale books?"

"I don't like it," Yuki replied, "but this thing has been left here for a long time, it seems a bit wasteful not to use it... I heard that many children listen to stories before going to bed, maybe this will help them fall asleep faster .”

understood.

I opened the catalog of fairy tale books, selected a story, and told it to Yuki Division from the beginning.

"...The mermaid princess who turned into air just looked at the prince, and flew into the depths of the pink clouds very satisfied."

Oh, daughter of the famous tragedy Hai, I ask you if you are afraid.

Yu Musi was still asleep, and the child asked me with sleepy eyes: "Will Yangyue disappear like this?"

"As long as you are obedient, I won't disappear, and I will always like you, how about it, isn't it a good deal?" I teased Yuki.

"It's not worth it at all." Yuki replied slowly.

After speaking, the child let out a breath, closed his eyes completely, and fell asleep peacefully.

The dark room fell silent, and I was the only one left awake.

I closed the book, thinking that the older the child, the less fun it would be.

I didn't sleep as usual, but looked at the red thread tied on my wrist. I always pay attention to its changes during the summer festival.

The red line is a little more illusory.

Usually is never.

Is it because I met Yaxun Ningning this time?

I'm afraid it's more than that...

When I met Baxun Ningning, the impact on me was that my memory was vaguely coming back.Then it is very likely that when my memory is fully restored, the red thread is disconnected, and I am excluded from this time.

According to Yaxun Ningning, she and I are both beings from the future.They are also guys who don’t know how to come to the past. Yaxun Ningning found a way to go back (should be), and I relied on the red line to form a relationship with Yuzuji when the feeling of repulsion was not so strong, plus Amnesia is formatted, so it is reluctantly allowed by the world to be a member of this point in time.

But if the memory is restored, the world may not be able to accommodate me. If I don’t take the initiative to go back, it will forcibly help me cut off the connection with this time and send me back to the time when I should exist.

Although the above is purely my speculation, I can't think of a better explanation.

It's complicated.

I sighed.

Finally, after thinking about it, I still prayed that I would not recover my memory, lest I would be kicked out of this time point once recovered.

I also want to see the way Mr. Yuuki has a headache because of work.

One year, two years...

The summer festival in 1964 was gradually forgotten, and Yukiji was promoted to the middle division, and he could finally be called a teenager.

At the same time, Director Yuki was crooked.

I just know that adolescents will develop their own personalities, and they may have personality changes every moment, but I didn't expect that Yuki Shita, who is always very good in front of me, can also grow crooked.

And he acts as if he's been hiding it for years.

"Yangyue, what do you think if I kill Apu?" The slightly young boy asked me in a lively and brisk tone.

As he grows older, it is Yukiji's distortion and evil.

"Why did you kill Yumu Pu?" I still couldn't understand, "You like him very much, don't you?"

Yukisi smiled at me: "Yangyue can guess - of course I won't tell you if I guess right or wrong."

I can't guess, Ash.

"Is this... campus violence?" A sudden thought came to my mind.

"How could Yangyue think of this?" Yuzu tilted his head and looked at me innocently, "But it should be counted."

Scars, students, campus...

The surrounding things and people seem to disappear, only one voice is speaking.

"Hate" "Hate" "Disgusting" "Go to hell"...

I squatted down and hugged my head, feeling like my head was about to explode.

That layer of memory film was completely broken, and countless memory fragments exploded in my mind like fireworks, joyful, sad, and disgusting.

—There is nothing colder and sharper than malice.

Only a faint trace of the red line remained, almost floating in the air.

Countless negative emotions erupted in my heart.

Despair, hatred, helplessness, lamentation, grief...

I'm about to lose my [human] form.

……

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