After the rain and clouds, there was a lot of waste paper and three muddy parasols in the trash can next to the bed.

The inventory in the suitcase ended up being used.

Reiko Natsume should have thought of how greedy and ignorant the young man who tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time would be, and just like her husband back then, she didn't send enough at all.

Naoki Natsume lay on his back on the bed, feeling the subtlety of the body temperature being cooled down by the fine sweat all over his body, and he didn't want to move a finger that was already tired.

I have in my heart the thoughts of a sage after countless traditional crafts in the past, and this feeling is extremely familiar to every man with normal development.

But compared with the DIY that entertained himself in the past, in addition to a trace of world-weary emotions in the depths of his heart at this time, there was more happiness and confusion.

He looked at the ceiling and felt that everything tonight was so sudden and absurd.

What exactly is this?

He was eager to ask about the shallow well, which was lying beside him with his back to him.

But now there is really no strength, and the two of them are too crazy just now.

"What are you thinking?"

Asai turned his back to him and was the first to speak.

Naoki Natsume didn't know how to answer, but just stared at the ceiling and whispered, "It's like a dream."

Asai turned to look at him, his hair sticking to his cheeks and his forehead, a little messy.

Naoki Natsume knew that this was his masterpiece, and he was a little weak for no reason and didn't dare to look at it.

But Asai was not ashamed at all and seemed calm.

What should have been done just now was done and what should not have been done, and even thought about playing with flowers, would this be shy?

Although Asai thought so in her heart, because the temperature was too cold at night, she still subconsciously drilled into Naoki Natsume's arms.

"Sure enough, the man is so virtuous, just now he was still worried about the notebook, and now he doesn't even think about it?"

Naoki Natsume reached out and hugged her, leaned his head up, and pressed Asai's cheek against his chin, rubbing against the delicate skin.

"Now that I think about it, it's not that important."

"Try your birthday."

Asai said.

Naoki Natsume was stunned for a moment, then turned over and sat up, reaching for the notebook placed at the head of the bed.

Asai felt the stove beside him pull away, tightened the quilt and sneered softly, "Heh, man."

Naoki Natsume was trying the password, and Asai felt a little sticky, she was a perfectionist, and it would be very uncomfortable to sleep like this, so she said, "After reading the diary, can you take me to take a new bath?"

Naoki Natsume was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to look at her: "Didn't you wash it before going to bed?"

Asai looked at him with a slight resentment: "Who is to blame?"

He rubbed his chin, "That...... Since you've been planning to do so for a long time, why don't you wash it when you're done?"

Asai didn't answer, and the answer to this question was not easy to say.

She's a girl, and that girl doesn't want to bring out the best in this sacred moment?

It was her first time.

Naoki Natsume probably understood, and it only took him a short time to figure everything out.

Whether it was out of the emotion of winning the first win or the sense of responsibility that the man spontaneously felt after home plate, he chose to put his notes down for the time being.

"I'll take you now."

"No, I don't." Asai yawned, obviously tired, "I'll squint for a moment...... Telling you the password and not being able to see it right away, I'm not a demon."

Naoki Natsume nodded, and as a result, he tried the password, but the expected opening of the codebook did not appear.

He was stunned and looked at Asui.

Asai wasn't surprised at all: "It's not the password."

"Don't you know?" Naoki Natsume said helplessly.

Asai took it for granted: "If you set a password so that you don't want others to see it, how can you tell others?"

"That ......"

"Try my birthday again." Asai replied, his face flashing a faint red.

Naoki Natsume was suspicious and pressed Asai's birthday.

"Kacha!"

There was a slight thud, and the code was supposed to be opened.

Seeing this, Asai slowly closed his eyes with peace of mind, and his breathing became even.

Flipping through the first page of the notebook, it reads:

[The pen and paper are too short and the life is too long, and I can't write the ups and downs, spring, summer, autumn and winter, so I only pick some interesting things to record.] ]

[The girl next door is two years old and can speak simple words.] Perhaps because of my constant companionship, the first word she learned besides her father and mother was her brother, and the second word was my name...... Now there is a faint meaning of combining these two words-

Called Brother Naoki. ]

[I decided that I would protect this little girl, whether she was rich or poor, whether she was healthy or not...... Even if it is for everything I have. ]

Reading this, Natsume Naoki was suddenly stunned.

Neighbor?

Next door?

Next door to my own house...... It seems to be the Murata family, but the other one has always been empty, and when I asked my parents, I said that I had never lived in it.

Where did it come from?

Continuing to flip back, there are some trivial trivialities, but a few sentences at the tip are full of a sense of déjà vu and a sense of picture.

I don't know if it's because I'm so proficient in language at a young age, or if I have experienced all these things but forgotten them?

[Mako, she's already starting to have a crush on me.,I don't know if this feeling comes from my sister's affection for my brother's age or the fruit of my usual kindness to her.,But it's nice to be able to experience having a brother-controlled sister in an only family.] ]

That's three or four pages back, but it's been almost a year since then.

Naoki Natsume was thoughtful.

Such a thin notebook may really record my entire childhood.

It's like he's using old film now, looking at the memories of the past one by one.

The handwriting on this page of paper, each stroke is the passage of time.

[When I played with the house today, Mao almost got into a fight because of a quarrel with another girl about who would be my wife, and in the end, Mao didn't fight, and cried sadly.] When I took her hand and took her out of school, she was still sad and the corners of her eyes were already a little swollen. I comforted her and said that it was just a game, and if Mae grew up and wanted to, I would marry her and pull the hook as proof...... Really, I would say such a thing to a little girl, even though I was only seven years old. Thankfully, Mao stopped crying...... This agreement will be used to laugh at her when she grows up in the future. ]

The following is probably added later, because the pen used is different:

[Looking back at this sentence, I have some hope that Maki will not be repaid when I grow up.] ]

Looking at it, the corners of Natsume's mouth unconsciously brought a smile, and he didn't even notice it.

How did you forget these sweet memories?

He was eager to turn to the end to see the cause of his amnesia, after all, the second paragraph on the title page made him care very much.

But I really don't want to miss this warm daily life.

[Today, the woman next door who doesn't come home often is back, and it's said that this time she will stay at home for a long time.] She said she wanted to learn to draw and tempted me to model for her...... Do you really think I can't see it? So I pretended I didn't understand anything and asked to be a model for 10 minutes and let her hold me for 2 minutes. ]

[I guessed right, at least a D, is it 34 or 36?] Forget it, there will be a chance to verify it in the future. ]

[It's OK, it's 36, it's terrifying!] ]