Chapter 63
I originally thought that this diary had been accidentally lost during that short, chaotic period.
The diary is actually nearing its end at this point. The story that follows is that Aunt Hayami came to the Echizen family and handled the follow-up issues at the police station and the welfare home at lightning speed. Then we packed our bags and left the United States to return to Japan to settle down.
And these things happened almost within two or three days, catching us off guard.
In short, it’s surprising that I had just met Aunt Hayami at that time, and I had almost no impression of my father’s sister.
After graduating as an adult, Aunt Zaojian basically worked away from home and rarely came home. I may have seen her a few times when I was unconscious, but I have hardly seen her since I can remember.
But that blood bond is indelible. The first time I saw her, I felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity and trust.
So she suggested taking me away from here and living together in the future, and I agreed.
Then, the night before I left, I planned to give Ryoma Echizen a farewell gift, and mistakenly thought I would include this diary in the gift.
The contents of the diary came to an abrupt end before that night.
Later I returned to Japan and never wrote a diary again.
Looking back now, I think it was probably because I was too confused and in a hurry at the time, and I might have accidentally left it in a drawer or in the corner of the floor.
Then it was discovered by the woman and handed over to Longma, who then handed it over to me. After many twists and turns, those words recording my childhood came back into my hands again.
For a moment, I felt a mixture of emotions.
However, right now, it is more important to please my boyfriend.
It’s not that Senior Fuji has any strange expression. On the contrary, his eyebrows are curved into crescents, like the bright moon in the dark night. His smile is as warm and harmless as always, as cool and comfortable as the spring breeze.
But I was perceptive enough to notice the displeasure hidden beneath his almost perfect smile.
Senior Fuji's lips are pursed a little tighter than normal.
Do you still care about the joke you made when you were a child about liking Ryoma?
Humph, stingy guy.
I secretly complained in my heart, but the corners of my lips couldn't help but rise.
He glanced at me and pursed his lips even tighter. "Nana, are you happy because the diary was found? Or because the words in the diary reminded you of some good memories? And Echizen..."
Well, the second half of the sentence is a bit sour...
I blinked, staring at Senior Fuji as if I had discovered a new world, not wanting to miss any subtle changes in his expression. I said in a positive tone, "Zhousuke is jealous of Ryoma!"
"I don't have any."
He retorted.
Me: "Obviously there is, Zhou Zhu's mouth is about to drop!"
As I said that, I stretched out my index finger and poked the corner of his mouth, trying to manually force a smile out of him.
Then he grabbed my wrist unexpectedly.
He opened his eyes, and his blue eyes enveloped me like a gentle net, staring at me quietly with an undeniable aggression as if he were staring at prey.
In fact, the force holding my wrist was not very strong, and I easily broke free with a slight movement.
After a moment, in order to calm his displeasure, I made a bold decision.
Under his gaze, I reached out and slowly lifted the shoulder straps of my pajamas.
"Nana, what are you doing?"
I looked up at him, puzzled, "To coax you?"
Why is Senior Er’s reaction so strange?
“…Who taught you that?”
"Isn't that how it's played out on TV and in novels?"
I looked down at myself, and the shoulder straps had slipped down, revealing a large area of fair and delicate skin. Looking at Senior Fuji again, not only was he not pursing his lips, his smile had even disappeared.
It seems like it backfired?
no--
"Have you lost interest in me, Zhou Zhu?!"
I was horrified, and the headache on his face became even worse.
"That's not what I meant..."
As he said that, he reached out and put my shoulder strap back on.
I refused to admit defeat and angrily pulled it off again.
He put it on and I pulled it off.
The two people were like in a competition, going back and forth.
In the end, he was defeated by me and gave up struggling.
"I didn't mean it that way."
He spoke in a self-destructive manner, his movements and mouth giving up the struggle, but his eyes moved away very consciously, not daring to look at the girl's white, exposed skin.
"Besides, I'm not unhappy because of Echizen."
What needs to be clarified must be clarified, otherwise she will label me as a stingy person.
I was so confused that I didn't even care about the shoulder straps. "Why is that?"
".....I..."
He was about to speak when his eyes accidentally met the beautiful white and delicate scenery on the girl's chest. He immediately dodged away as if he had been electrocuted.
She probably doesn't know what she looks like now.
The nightgown was a new summer style, made of soft, breathable silk, revealing the girl's curves and outlines within. The attempt to conceal her revealing things only served to arouse the imagination. Her hair, especially, was blown half-dried, with strands of damp, drooping hair scattered across her chest and shoulders, highlighting her snow-white skin and delicate collarbone. Her black eyes were as radiant as pearls, like a kitten gazing at its owner, filled with innocence and naivete, as well as a deep-seated trust...
He stopped quickly and warned himself in his mind not to over-associate.
"So, what is Zhousuke angry about?!"
The kitten is a little furry.
If you don't coax him now, it will be difficult to coax him because he will hold a grudge against you.
So he could only make his eyes and expression look honest and reliable, and therefore had to avoid looking there with great regret.
“I’m unhappy because of myself…”
Because of yourself?
I stared at him, and I imagine my eyes must have been filled with clear stupidity.
No, my diary, why should he be unhappy because of himself?
The latter just suddenly hugged me in his arms. Maybe it was because of years of exercise, Senior Fuji's body temperature was always a little higher than mine. In this slightly cool room with the air conditioner on at 24 degrees, he seemed particularly warm and comfortable, not to mention that he also had a faint and pleasant woody fragrance on his body.
To be honest, I really like the smell of Fuji-senpai.
When we first got together, I mustered up the courage to ask him what scent his laundry detergent used. Later, after I bought the same detergent as Senior Fuji, I discovered that no matter how I washed, I couldn't get that nice smell out of my body.
I think this is probably the so-called pheromone, which makes me smell this special and favorite scent.
So I subconsciously hugged it back and took a deep breath.
Just like those cat-hugging videos on the Internet, it feels like you are addicted to them.
By the way, if Fuji-senpai is a cat...what kind of cat is he?
"Because I feel that I met Nana too late, and I feel very sorry."
Senior Fuji's voice was low and contained a hint of inexplicable loss. The hand holding me tightened, and the woody scent on his body became stronger.
The childish and naive words in the diary seemed to come alive as pictures in his mind. Flipping through the pages quickly, the afterimages conjured up the young Nana.
With pigtails and a floral dress, her bright eyes are clear and innocent, filled with expectation and curiosity about the world.
Then, as long as she smiled at him, he would give her everything she wanted.
--Take her to the playground.
--Buy her a beautiful butterfly hairpin.
--Prepare a beautiful kimono for her.
--Take her to the autumn festival, catch a net bag of goldfish for her, and become the most envied person among all the children.
--Build a tree house for her
.......
If only I had met her earlier.
Tell her not to envy others.
He would give her anything.
*
I was stunned.
I didn't expect that he would be unhappy because of this.
My heart was touched. I patted his back gently like I was coaxing a child and whispered, "It's okay. I have everything now."
Family, friends.
And a lover.
"I am the happiest Nana in the world right now!"
*
The two of them cuddled on the sofa for a long time.
I also explained to him the names and origins of the toys one by one, as if they were treasures. He listened very attentively, as if this could make up for the parts of my life that he had missed.
"What's wrong? Aren't you going to continue the story of 'Autumn'?"
Seeing that I was suddenly silent, he asked curiously, wearing a worn-out fingertip cat doll on his hand. His fingers nimbly manipulated the doll's hand and pretended to be a little boy's voice.
"Why are Sister Nana's eyes red like a rabbit?"
You broke through with a puff, and in front of Senior Fuji's surprised gaze, you jumped into his arms, clinging to him like an octopus.
"Is Zhou Zhu an idiot? Qiu is obviously a girl!"
Then I giggled and laughed coquettishly in his arms, laughing so hard that tears were almost coming out.
"Hahaha."
"Stupid Shusuke!"
“…”
After a long while, my devilish laughter stopped abruptly.
It was his turn to show his signature smile, and he asked in a surprised tone, "Why aren't you smiling anymore, Nana?"
"Is it because I don't like to laugh?"
He's already familiar with using the internet memes he picked up from me.
He also draws inferences about other situations and applies what he has learned, which often leaves me speechless.
“.......”
hateful!
Don't dare to laugh or move, or something bad will happen.
"...Um, how about you let me go and calm down on your own?"
Oh my goodness, it’s a decent size and has a firm texture.
A bit scary, can't afford to offend!
He just smiled and didn't let go of me, his crescent eyes full of smiles.
Like a fox.
Foxes are also cats, right?
Never mind, just round it up and consider it as it is.
Fox cat!
"...Shousuke, stop doing weird things with 'Autumn'!"
*
The next morning, Fuji Shusuke came back from the hotel gym, took a shower, blew his hair, changed into pajamas and went back to bed. The whole set of actions did not disturb the sleeping girl at all.
He couldn't help but smile helplessly and gently lifted the loose hair from her forehead.
Then his eyes shifted and he saw the increasingly tattered finger-trap doll on the bedside table... and the diary next to it that had been opened at some point.
He took it with some surprise, only to see that the diary had been turned to the blank page at the back. On the yellowed and aged paper, the black pen marks still looked very new.
It says above——
"I like Zhou Zhu so much."
"I hope we can always be together in the future."
Almost without thinking, he picked up the pen that was still on the table and wrote below:
"Okay, let's stay together forever."
The past cannot be rewritten.
But every new chapter in the future will continue to be written by us.
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