Manual activity manual

Yokosaki Yukiya felt a faint sense of uneasiness from the moment she woke up.

Ah, Japanese uneasiness.

He stood in front of the mirror, absently biting his toothbrush and took out his cell phone. Sure enough, he saw a red dot representing unread messages.

Alas, I don't want to click on it.

But what's the use of not wanting to open it, and the work will not stop because of his salted fish.So, when he heard a strange crackling sound coming from the bedroom, he rinsed his mouth unhurriedly, washed his hands, and appeared in front of his bed with a calm face, lowered his head to his phone, and opened the email.

[Aid has been dispatched. 】

assistance?Has he applied for such a thing?Could it be some unconventional alchemy item or magic scroll?He became a little bit interested, and although he couldn't see it clearly on his face, he still looked around excitedly and curiously.

?Where is the promised assistance?His room looked nothing like usual...

……different.

He stared at the figure that had been carefully placed on the table, his dark eyes were slightly red.The delicate products that were more precious than gold that were carefully placed in the dust-proof cabinet are now scattered in all corners of the cabinet, and the one placed in the center - it is even missing !

Damn, who... who is it!Who dared to attack his Mr. Chuya? !He's going to chop the opponent up now!

"Damn... who... who did it?! I'll crush you right now!"

Yukiya, who was about to walk over, froze.His eyes widened, his pupils almost dilated, but he almost instinctively locked on to the small figure who was struggling in the pile of fallen figures, tremblingly wanting to pick up the phone to question the "helping party", but He slipped his hand and dropped the phone to the ground.

The figure that managed to get up also stopped, and followed the direction of the sound keenly, with tight lips and sharp eyes, exactly the same expression as Yuki had seen in the video.

He didn't care about his mobile phone anymore, he walked forward a few steps quickly, and stopped awkwardly in front of the spotless glass cabinet, staring at the small figure uneasily.

"Ch...is it...Mr. Chuya?"

He asked gently and tremblingly, like a child who has nowhere to go, desperately enduring the longing to find a home, but still sinking into wild fantasies.

But that's just fantasy after all.

"……Who are you talking about?"

Like all kinds of cherished bubbles shattered, leaving only floating droplets, the young man in front of him showed an expression almost crying, and quickly put it back, covering himself with a thick layer of shell.If it weren't for the water in his eyes, he might really be as calm and indifferent as an abyss.

He didn't know why, but he felt that such eyes seemed familiar, but when he tried to recall, he could only think of a misty gray.

"It's nothing." Probably sensing the moisture in his eyes, he covered his face and took a deep breath, and when he raised his head again he had recovered, "The guy who sent you here probably wouldn't say much, but... you lost Do you have any memories of your life?"

"Huh? What stupid things are you talking about, I'm dead? How is it possible!" No accident, the other party jumped up violently, and Yokozaki Yukiya once again covered his face deeply.No, it's too similar, even the voice is the same, it's more like a trap, damn it, is it specially sent to lure him to work overtime?impossible!Go dreaming!

"Then what were you doing before? What was your name?" If you haven't died for too long, you should be able to try to send him back.

Yokozaki Yukiya simply lay down in front of the glass cabinet, carefully looking at this strange soul wearing the shell of Chuya Nakahara.The shape that was originally fixed has undergone extremely subtle changes, between soft and hard, but I don't know how it feels in the hand.His figure was polished and made by himself with a 3D printer. Because there are not many materials, he chose the 8cm three-headed figure of ○ Xiaoshe, which is handsome and cute and convenient to carry just in case.But when the figure is placed on the ground, it is so difficult to communicate with the other party on an equal footing.

But what should be said is still to be said, even if you can see the miraculous scene of the figurine coming to life, you can't force people to stay here.It's already miserable enough for him to work around the clock, why bother to involve other people.

The other party narrowed his eyes and looked at him critically, his eyes seemed to say "Why should I tell you".Yokozaki Yukiya had to fight the evil thoughts for [-] rounds with difficulty before he managed to utter a sentence: "Only with specific information can I send you back. I didn't cause you to become like this, I..."

Under the raised brows of the other party, Yokozaki Yukiya once again covered his face, only showing thin fingers, staring at the other party intently.Sunlight shone in from the window, through the soot-ash hair, and hit his slender fingers and wide-open eyes, revealing an increasingly pale complexion and almost purple irises.

That color made him feel a little familiar, and persuaded him to let go of his guard reluctantly, revealing the few information he still remembered.

"...Wen Ye."

It just feels weird.

When he tried to dig into this weirdness, Yukiya Yokosaki's pupils quake.

Yokozaki Yukiya, a Gaia wage earner trying to catch fish, is a little flustered now.

As a senior Chinese chef, he certainly knows that in most of the world, "Central Plains Chuya" represents a poet who died young.And the one who died earlier than him was his child "Wen Ye" who died when he was only two years old.If Gaia really doesn't do it - when did it do it? ! ——Take away the soul of a child of Chuya Nakahara who has grown up safely in a parallel world and stuff it in—how will he face Mr. Chuya, who has a high probability of never seeing him again and who has nothing to do with Wen Ye? !

No, no, calm down, maybe it was just Gaia who let it go, right, there are so many people named Wen Ye... Are there many, are there few, he doesn't know, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Yokozaki Yukiya almost lost all his sanity, and it took him a long time to ask in confusion: "Then you... you, what were you doing before? Can you remember anything related?"

The puppet who claimed to be Wen Ye looked at him strangely, and after a long while, he folded his arms impatiently: "I'm in the office, I seem to be... approving homework for someone?"

Yukiya Yokosaki: "..."

Wen Ye: "..." Even stranger!

Okay, confirmed, the one in front of him cannot be the Mr. Chuya he knows, as for other possibilities...

He picked up his phone and poked it twice, his eyes gradually lost their brightness.

"I'm very sorry, but the guy who sent you here didn't want to talk to me." Yokozaki Yukiya held his forehead, his voice was weak, and his mood was so ups and downs in the morning. Fortunately, he didn't have any external injuries, otherwise he might be so angry that his blood spattered three feet, " I will try my best to negotiate with the other party, before that..."

"Do you have any requirements for the interior of the room? Is Forest Bay ○'s doll's house okay?"

Central Plains Chuya—Although it is more appropriate to call it Central Plains Text now, I feel a little irritable.

When I opened my eyes, I found that I had somehow come to the giant country. After researching, I found that it was not that the world had become bigger, but that he had become smaller.If it's just like this, it's fine, but I lost most of my memory, and I don't have the slightest clue to change back.

What annoyed him the most was that he obviously didn't have normal amnesia.That's right, when the kid who called himself Yukiya Yokosaki opened Amazon to browse the accessories of the doll's house, he gradually realized that his memory was not lost, but was covered by some existence.That existence was not even covered very carefully, as if the food was covered with a white cloth, and it was true that there was nothing under it, but the fragrance and heat wafted out continuously, as if tempting people to lift it off.

However, he couldn't open it for a while, so he could only be sure: the information he just said was all false.That existence, everything it did was to deceive Yukiya Yokosaki, even though they were supposed to be together.

For some reason, there was a kind of shallow but real pity in his heart.Unknowingly betrayed by a partner you trust, no, is it really human to be able to do this?

He put away that untimely pity and looked at this seemingly weak and helpless boy.The other party noticed his gaze, but misunderstood his meaning: "Well, does Mr. Wen Ye like this set?"

"I don't like it. Also, don't call me Wen Ye."

He didn't care about his cold attitude, or in other words, there was something wrong with what he cared about: "Please don't tempt me to call you Mr. Nakaya, otherwise I will be reluctant to let you go."

Probably confirmed that his name is indeed Zhongye's Chuya: "..."

He sensed a tinge of danger.Sure enough, this guy is not an innocent ordinary victim, is he?

"Whatever you want." He said viciously, raised his hand and pressed the brim of his hat.Bastard, who designed this body shape, it is too difficult for him to reach the top of his head now!

"Since you don't like it," he paused, "Then I'll call you Mr. Zhongyuan? In fact, this is quite dangerous, maybe Aiya?"

Where did this strange name come from, and... it still has a bit of appetite for him.

"No," he said indifferently, "just call me Zhongyuan."

Yokozaki Yukiya took a deep look at him, remained silent for a while, and finally did not object: "So, Mr. Nakahara—are you thirsty now? Hungry? How do you feel? Are you tired? Any discomfort? Maybe it would be better to check."

Nakahara Chuya: "...Your attitude has changed too quickly, right?!"

Just now, he just left him alone to choose what kind of doll's house to choose, and then he directly cared about it when he changed his name. What does this guy have to do with the Zhongyuan Zhongye he knew?

Yukiya Yokozaki said very naturally: "Mr. Nakahara is different. Do you want to drink?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also said speechlessly: "...drink."

Yokozaki Yukiya immediately burst into a standard smile, bent down and extended his hand to him.Zhong Yuanzhong also pursed his lower lip, but still stood in his palm, and raised his chin thoughtfully as his vision continued to rise.

"Sorry, is it too high?" Yukiya Yokosaki asked softly, put aside the phone and hugged Xu Xu in front of him, "Don't worry, I won't put you in any danger."

"Don't be so nervous," Zhong Yuanzhong was helpless. Even if he had no memory, he was not afraid of heights at all. "You also know that I am not a living thing. It doesn't matter if I fall, right?"

"Of course it's related, I will be heartbroken." Yokozaki Yukiya controlled the volume and pace, and walked towards the restaurant as smoothly as possible.

Nakahara Chuya, who was carefully protected: "..."

Forget it.

After creating a barely functioning wine-tasting space out of handkerchiefs, tissues and bottle caps, Yokozaki headed straight for the basement.An hour later, he ran back with a set of finely polished metal wine utensils that perfectly fit Zhongyuan Zhongye's body shape at this time.

Nakahara Chuya, who had already jumped off the dining table and was walking around trying to collect information: "..."

"I'm really sorry, have you been bored after waiting for so long?" Seeing this, Yokosaki Yukiya unlocked the phone, turned off the password, and handed it back to the other party: "Would you like to play for a while? I have to go and make you some furniture, especially bedding."

Chuya Nakahara, whose conscience began to ache, said, "...No need, I can make do with it on the table."

"Your requirements are too low," Yukiya Yokosaki said disapprovingly, "What if I am a perverted liar with supernatural powers?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also held his forehead, and didn't know what to say for a while, but soon he realized: "A person with supernatural powers?"

"Ah, that's right, it's similar to the magical ability that can ignite long trees to control gravity," Yokozaki Yukiya explained dryly, with a somewhat disappointed look in his eyes, "Bunya... doesn't Mr. Nakahara know about supernatural powers?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also shook his head hesitantly.If it was a normal body shape, Yokozaki Yukiya would probably notice that something was wrong on the opponent's face, but now...

"Suddenly remembered that I still have something to go out." He put down the drinking utensils, "I'll sew you a quilt when I come back."

Beds or tatami, let's talk about it when he is in the mood.

It's such a double standard.

Zhongyuan Zhong also watched the other party leave the room dejectedly, thinking that the other party was so childish that it was a little funny.However, the other party still left his touch-screen mobile phone to him, grabbed an old-fashioned push-button mobile phone from the drawer, and left.

All right, he dragged the phone, set it up against the wall, sat in front of the screen, and let him see what was going on.

After half a minute, he stood up silently.

Then again, who designed this hellish body shape?

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I'm just greedy for them!Anyway, have fun