At night, in the bedroom of Naoki Natsume's hometown.

As the saying goes, the country is easy to change, and the nature is difficult to change, and people's habits are difficult to change.

The bedroom layout of Naoki Natsume's hometown is similar to that of a bedroom in Tokyo, after all, the house rented in Tokyo is the way he remembered his childhood.

But here in Hokkaido, the bedrooms are a little more simple.

The desks are very clean, there is nothing on them except a few extracurricular books, which have been given by parents to the children of relatives.

The older children in the family will always be unable to keep the textbooks they have studied, and will be borrowed by other relatives for various reasons.

There are no cupboards, and because the days at home are numbered, Naoki Natsume doesn't have a wardrobe of his own in his bedroom.

The huge suitcase of the two people was already open in the corner, and the clothes to be worn for this holiday, the underwear and underwear for the two people to change into, and the futon brought from Tokyo were all inside.

In addition, there are some small snacks that have been taken out by Asai and placed on the table, nuts, preserved fruits, and a few pieces of fruit hard candy bought from Muto Grocery Store.

This hard candy used to be a small snack that Asai liked to eat, and since that kiss, Naoki Natsume has also fallen in love with this cheap candy.

It's just that he only eats cherry-flavored fruit hard candies.

Naoki Natsume's panties are neatly stacked in the corners, while Asai's underwear and panties are packed into small portions in transparent bags with snaps, which are divided into daily disposable and commonly used ones.

The bed in the room is between double and single, not so spacious, but you can squeeze in if you want to sleep two people.

But Naoki Natsume didn't go to bed, and at this time the light in the room changed to a dim mode two, and he sat cross-legged on the floor bunk next to the bed, holding a notebook that looked a little old, with a solemn expression.

The overall gray-brown notebook with a hard leather surface is rough to the touch, and the price should be very cheap, just like the kind sold in the commissary at the entrance of the elementary school.

The only thing that might make it more expensive is the less sensitive buttons on the side.

Codebook, a product that is only popular in elementary school, can easily break this cheap codebook for any adult with normal wrist strength.

However, this codebook is different from ordinary codebooks, and when you open the cover, you can see the handwriting left on the title page.

[I would like to record a new life with this codebook, everyone's youth and childhood are worth recalling, I hope that no matter where the future road goes, when I see this codebook, I can remember the original intention, remember those passers-by in my life in a hurry to leave a touching moment. ]

This is the first line, and there is still time and payment below, respectively with his name and the time when he was four years old.

"Is this something I wrote when I was four years old?" Naoki Natsume looked at the first line of words on the title page, thoughtful, "It's not surprising, since I still remember my identity as a reincarnated person, it makes sense that I can write at the age of four...... It's better that I should have been able to write a long time ago, but I chose to be four years old to attract less attention."

As for the memory of writing a diary, it has long been lost, and even Naoki Natsume does not know that such a diary exists.

"But it's a good thing, at least I can learn something about myself before I was eight years old." He comforted himself.

The secret that has plagued him for ten years is finally about to begin to be revealed.

At first glance, this first sentence seems like nothing wrong, even if it was written when he was four years old, it is not an unfathomable word for those who are born to know.

However, the second half of the title page is a bit confusing to Naoki Natsume.

The more I look at it, the more frowning I become.

[There was an extremely serious accident.,Mao is still waiting for me.,It's already ...... There is no time left. I hurriedly wrote this in my spare time to make sure I had a back hand, hoping that everything would be okay when I read this diary again. I don't want to lose anyone anymore, it's more physical pain than mental pain. It's myself

The decision is your decision. No one can control you and me, everything is according to your heart, and this life is as you wish. ]

Both the pen and the handwriting are different from the seemingly unfathomable life aphorism at the beginning of the title page, and it can be seen that there is a period of time between the two paragraphs, and the handwriting is fuller and more mature.

This is also confirmed by the payment of time.

"Counting the time, I actually wrote this when I was eight years old?"

Naoki Natsume was a little surprised, there were two sentences on the title page, and two payment times.

The first sentence should be the day when this diary was written, when I was four years old.

The second sentence is the node where I lost my memory - eight years old!

And there is not only the suspicion of time, but the whole sentence of the second sentence reveals weirdness.

What is Mao still waiting for me......

What does it mean not wanting to lose anyone anymore?

Asai had finished taking a shower and entered the door, wrapped in a bathrobe, his wet hair wiped but still not dry, and a smell from shampoo mixed with shower gel filled the bedroom.

Naoki Natsume had also taken a bath just now, using the same body wash and shampoo, but at this time there was another indescribable fragrance in the room.

It's like fresh milk, and the body fragrance from Asai is there.

"Mao, have you read this notebook? Do you have any clue about the above statement?"

You don't have to look up to see that it's Asai who came in, Natsume Naoki's whole mind is full of horsepower on the notebook, and he subconsciously asks her.

Seeing that Asai didn't answer for a long time, he looked up and found Asai standing at the door looking at him blankly.

"What's wrong?" He asked, then pinched his notebook and waved it gently, "I think I wrote it when I was a kid, but I don't remember anything. It's strange that your name is mentioned above."

"You just called me, what?" Asai asked, with a moment of confusion and emotion on his face.

It's like being poked in the heart.

Naoki Natsume was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, "Really...... Mako? Ah, I'm sorry, it's because of this."

He smiled, waved the notebook in his hand again, and then opened the title page to show Asai Mao: "Look, I called you Mao when I was a child, and sure enough, the fact that you are my childhood sweetheart is not made up, you have something to hide from me."

His expression was slightly serious: "Moreover, from the mouth of the school doctor Nanami, I also know that your hometown and I are actually in the same area, and you have never said anything about it."

Asai lowered his eyebrows and thought to himself, how simple is it the same district.

I grew up watching you.

After finding that Asai bowed his head and was silent, Naoki Natsume's mind suddenly recalled the conversation he had with his mother after returning home tonight.

"Don't always guess what girls think...... Is it?" He was thoughtful.

Then he clenched his fist, as if he had made up his mind, and when he looked at Asai again, he was very determined, and he no longer hesitated.

"Mako,I forgot the password for this notebook.,Do you have any clue?"

Asai suddenly raised his head to look at him, and when he saw the firmness in his eyes, his hard heart seemed to melt.

"I'll tell you now, you don't have the heart to do anything tonight." She walked over softly, sat down on the bed, then turned off the light in the room and turned on the lamp.

Under the reflection of the lamp, her side face is so seductive, revealing pink, and her eyes are shining with love.

"I'll tell you when it's over." She said so, and got under the covers.

"What, what's the end?" Naoki Natsume was stunned.

"I say, are you really going to sleep on the floor?" Asai asked, turning to face him.

Because of gravity, her hair hangs down on her face to hide some of the moonlight in her eyes, and the hazy beauty makes Natsume feel suffocated.