Yokohama Survival Guide

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(One)

That must have been an amazing feeling.

Entering the researcher state, Daust, who calmed down, was very, very sure that his memory was intact:

There is no lack of a single star, and there is no possibility of being secretly tampered with - Mr. Genius used his unique, perfect and self-consistent logical deduction to fiddle with the memory puzzles in his mind one by one, verifying its integrity with confidence.

Although, in the end, reason was defeated by emotion.

When the silver-haired youth lowered his head and fell into those choppy cobalt blue eyes, his heart quietly melted.

Something light and heavy surged up his Adam's apple, urging the man to say something.

However, what to say?

The inexperienced man hesitated——

/Zhongye, I didn't lose my memory, I just lied to you. /

/ Chuya, I am really amnesiac, but I believe in you. /

The diametrically opposite options undoubtedly lead to thousands of successive possibilities.The exponential possibility of two is completely enough to constitute a huge amount of information in a new world.

After such a delay, Daust could not say anything.

Rather than picking someone who messes up at random, he who pays too much attention to logic would rather keep silent than accept an imperfect beginning.

'It wasn't love at first sight. Counting the slow rhythm of his heart, Dawster thought, "This is just... a person who makes me feel very comfortable." '

It wasn't a mouse-like jump in the chest. 【Note [-]】

It is more soothing, gentler, more, want to make people cry gently.

Perhaps, it is the residual instinct of the body?

The genes left over from ancient times urge everyone to chase the elusive.

Warmth and love.

Unknowingly, Daust's hand lightly rested on the cheek of the orange-haired young man.

In the next second, the thoughts of the orange-haired youth stopped, and the sea was filled with only one person.

"Zhongye."

It was a trembling voice that Daust himself had never heard before,

"Although it's the first time we've met, it's been a long time."

This is the most romantic opening line that the silver-haired researcher came up with in an instant.

(two)

After the prologue, there is no exciting climax development.

The orange-haired youth just smiled, then stretched out his hand, covering his lover's eyes.

"Are you trying to comfort me, J."

A big warm hand covered the light in Daust's eyes. In the darkness, his voice was deep but powerful.

"Don't worry. I'll find a way, and there's always a way."

'Liar, /There is always a way/, this sentence itself is a lie to coax children. '

Hearing such words, Daust retorted instinctively.

But as if telling some truth about the world, the man's words are full of naturalness.

It was this kind of unconscious arrogance that made Dorst laugh out loud.His chest trembled, causing his right hand covering his cheek to resonate slightly.

"But even if it's a lie, as long as it's this person, I want to keep listening..."

Rationalists quietly resolve to accept an obvious lie.

The tears from the corners of his eyes wet the opponent's palm, Daust made a promise in a low voice: "Okay, Mr. Zhongyuan."

Saying so, he folded his hands together.

Feeling the double weight on his cheeks, the silver-haired youth unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth: "If it's you, I'd like to give it a try, even if it turns out to be a mirror image."

What was supposed to be hated returned in vain, as long as it was connected with this person, it seemed to have a soft-focus aperture.

After speaking, Daust got a hug.It was not gentle, but very, very forceful.

The other party seemed to want to strangle him into his ribs, tightly locking every movement of the silver-haired youth—this kind of hug was only a little bit worse than the suffocation brought by a python, and it was much warmer than that cold bondage a lot of.

Obviously the person who made the movement, the orange-haired youth was trembling non-stop; as the object of being firmly restrained, Daust had a calm face on the contrary.

The two sides with reversed expressions, and each other with reversed roles.

They hug each other like that.

After a long time, a conversation of unknown meaning began——

"...I will never let you go."

"Ah."

"I will help you retrieve your memory together."

"Okay."

"I swear."

"I believe you."

It is obviously a situation where sincerity and lies are intertwined, but miraculously, the two hearts are close to one.

(three)

At any time, if you want to explain something clearly, you will leave a lot of chicken feathers in vain.

This law always holds true.

The orange-haired youth rubbed between his brows wearily.

In front of him, a pile of cardboard boxes covered the coffee table.

The moving work started hours ago—any past will never be left behind, and human beings have invented too many ways to record fleeting moments.And here, it is full of loads called [Memories].

Daust opened a cardboard box, which was full of photo albums.

Available in various sizes and materials.

They look more like messy photo albums bought by recorders in order to hold photos that are increasing in value.This is not in line with Daust's usual taste at all. According to him, I am afraid that only a neat photo album of the same style can be called storage in the minimum standard.

'Ah, the disguise is too careless. '

Possessing a strange attitude of being critical and tolerant, the silver-haired young man lowered his eyelids, and gently opened the cover of the hard paper case.

The first thing that came into view was a close-up of two people side by side.

The background is not outdoors, it should be some kind of living room.The small space was filled with sundries, and the two of them leaned together very crampedly, even their smiles looked tired.

"...that was your previous apartment."

Sitting next to the silver-haired youth, the orange-haired youth pointed to the huge bookcase in the background.

"I remember, at that time you always complained that there were not enough books, but you bought them and there was no place to put them. In the end, you could only ask me to bring them here with you." As if recalling the scene at that time, the man had a slight headache: "But When I arrived at your house, you were reluctant to part with your treasures, and regretted it... Finally, after eight o'clock, I got this group photo. I kept packing until midnight that day, and I barely managed to send those books back in time. "

"is it?"

Daust asked softly.

He has no memory of this place.He only remembered that he came to Yokohama to participate in an academic conference at the beginning of last year, during which time he was invited to Yokohama National University as a visiting scholar.

During the one-year exchange time, he spent in the school apartment and the laboratory.

No extra books.

No lovers to help store books either.

Everything that Zhongyuan Zhongye said is like a bubble, which will break at the touch of a touch.

"...and this diary."

Seeing Daust's indifference, Zhong Yuanzhong was not angry.

He took out a black notebook from another box, and stuffed it into the hands of the silver-haired young man with a complicated expression.

Daust was taken aback, this is indeed a book with his style.

Ever since, he pinched the cover.Slightly hesitant.

Seeing this, Zhongya stood up and stroked the silver-haired young man's head naturally: "What are you drinking? The same as usual, matcha latte?"

During the self-question and self-answer, the orange-haired youth had already walked to the side of the water bar in the kitchen.

With his back to Daust, he understated:

"Look slowly, I haven't opened your diary before. If you see something curious, you can ask me directly. Or, you can also look through the box just now... When I was sorting out, I put those hands The bills are all stuffed together."

"……thanks."

Daust was a little embarrassed, but he really didn't like others touching his diary.

Thank you very much for the thoughtfulness of the orange-haired youth, he took the time to open the diary.

As soon as he opened the notebook, the man was absolutely certain that it was indeed his own account book:

In the first part of the annual plan, black signed notes are densely filled with meeting and lecture arrangements, blue filled represents the periodic planning of experiments, and red is the deadline for each manuscript... Except for the suspicious pink sporadically crowded Come in, and the other parts are all the recording modes that Dawster is most accustomed to.

"...What is that... love plan?! I just use this tacky color..."

Muttering in a low voice, the silver-haired youth frowned.

He always felt that this kind of speculation might also be untenable.

Because, even if he is inexperienced, he knows that being in love should be a waste.

Waste of time, waste of life.

And for reproduction and world peace, the earth and human need this kind of waste.

But the pink color in the handbook takes up little space in the pitiful and blank grids; even for a considerable amount of time, they are wronged and trampled under the feet of the blue grids.

'Is this really love?It's not as good as the students attending the class see me more... In a sense, it's really pitiful, my boyfriend. '

Taking a peek at the back of the orange-haired youth, Daust touched his chest.

There was a slight twitch there, not too big or too small, just to make people realize his presence.

'Ah, that's my boyfriend, it's an amazing feeling. '

Repeating the unfamiliar appellation in his heart, the corners of Daust's mouth also raised quietly, revealing his master's thoughts unintentionally.Gently flipping the paper with his fingers, he silently turned the account to a duet date——

/【2020.06.24 showers】

Irritable, the meeting is not going well, Dr. Nillson does not agree with our point of view, but there is no evidence to refute!hate him!

Zhong Ye actually came to attend the meeting, hiding behind the pillar behind the last row secretly.Obviously there are empty seats in front of him, so he insisted strangely.But very cute.

After the meeting, we ate the white lovers he had brought.It's a souvenir from a business trip, so I can only accept it with complicated emotions.

Then, he went to work overtime in the rain, and I continued the meeting.

Chocolate is warm. /

Except for the detailed schedule, on the entire page, there are only a few lines of thoughts written in the notes.

However, with just a few words, the silver-haired young man was taken aback. He never imagined that one day he would say that white chocolate is warm.Leaving out the metaphor, this evaluation is tantamount to admitting that I have accepted the sticky snack.

But only Daust knows that even talented researchers have their own little secrets or little quirks:

Because the brain consumes sugar so much, he can't refuse most high-calorie foods-except for chocolate, which is the first place on the list of abhorrents.Ever since he choked on liquid chocolate as a child, he swore that he would never be at odds with it all his life!

But now, between the lines in the account, it is clearly a weird compromise.

Seeing such illogical thoughts, Daust's heart twitched.

Can't tell if it's disappointment or regret.

He just thought, maybe, it would be better if he didn't say /hate chocolate all his life/.

so, isn't it,

These stories may become real, instead of just staying,

An unattainable, lie?

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