Kamaike Keiichi is well aware that now the master has plans to quit the YMO band that led him to glory, and it is not so easy to fly to a higher sky, Kamaike Keiichi wants to push the starting point of this master even higher, intertwining his legendary life with Bug Production, maybe from this year, Bug Productions will no longer be an anime company.

However, all these prerequisites require a personal matchmaking, and Hisaishi is the best candidate. After writing the name of "Ryuichi Sakamoto" on the drawing board with a pencil, Kamoike smiled at Hayao Miyazaki and continued to observe the delicate process of anime production without saying a word.

Willing to stay in the studio until the evening on the day before the New Year, the new leader may seem to outsiders to be a hard-working man, but in Miyazaki's eyes, the young man is simply trying to ease his inner turmoil through work. Four months of getting along with him made it clear to him that Kamachi was not just working, but more like being tied to work.

"Miyazaki-san, you also have to pay attention to your body, I'll take my leave first."

"Kamachi-san, you never seem like a cartoonist in my impression, maybe you should go home or find a place to have fun, it's a good choice to fly a glider." Miyazaki said earnestly, and then went back to look for the sharpened pencil.

"Okay, I'll think about it. I'm looking forward to your masterpiece in a month's time. ”

"Kamaike-san can't help but think that Love is too simple, and it's too early to do so." Miyazaki spread his hands helplessly.

"Haha, I think as long as the manga is in Miyazaki-san's hands, everything will be different."

Miyazaki smiled and didn't speak again, looking at the figure that went out a little unreal.

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"Is the lamp fixed? Obviously it was bad last night. Pu Chihui looked at the shadow of the corridor crawling on the ground, and the invisible connection seemed to be a little less. Shaking his head and walking to the entrance, repeating the same actions every day, opening the door, changing shoes and turning on the switch of the light, it didn't show a little strange feeling, but he always felt that something was missing in his heart, "Don't you have to go to the corridor to read today?"

Maybe yes, it seems that the desire in my heart is not so strong, I just want to sit quietly on the sofa without any movement.

The doorbell rang, just like the sirens of the attack on the air base, and Kamachi Teiichi was struggling in his heart, and he was also wondering, could it be her? Do you want to leave the door open? Can't you say anything like last time?

Looking apprehensively at Akina Nakamori, who was dressed without makeup outside the entrance, it was obvious that he had guessed correctly, and it seemed that no one could find him except him.

"Is Fox-kun still working?" Akina Nakamori tilted her head to look at the situation in the room.

"Uh, no." Touching his nose a little nervously, Kamachi Teruichi welcomed Akina Nakamori into the house and turned on the stove in the house.

"I didn't respond for a long time, and the lights were obviously on in the house, so I thought Pu Chi-san was still working so late." Akina Nakamori looked at Kamachi Teiichi with a smile.

"Kamaike-san, I've been in the office and participating in the show for the past few days, and I don't have time ......to come back," Akina Nakamori explained in a soft voice.

Kamachi Teiichi was a little strange why Akina Nakamori begged for forgiveness. "Don't have time to come to me to read?"

Pu Chi Huiyi looked at the girl in front of him who made him unable to help himself, sighed and said, "Doesn't Akina-san have no annual leave, he works every day, and he is very tired every day." ”

"Everyone is working hard, and I'm not the only one." Akina Nakamori looked at the man in front of her cautiously and said with a sigh.

"Mingcai-san is really a very hard-working person, is Mingcai-san here to read today?" Pu Chihui thought of what Akina Nakamori said before that he wanted to study here, and asked without thinking.

"Yes." Akina Nakamori quickly took out the copy of "The Man Who Stole the Shadow" from her bag, shook it in front of Kamaike Teiichi, found the desk next to the bookshelf and sat down, and put the book on the table.

Kamaike Teiichi looked at the tiptoeing Akina Nakamori a little funny, and held back his laughter and prepared to go to the kitchen to warm a glass of milk. Turning around, she found that the elk girl was taking a book from the shelf, patiently looking at the cover.

"You can borrow that book too." Pu Chi Huiyi reminded gently.

Sensing Kamaike Teruichi's voice, Akina Nakamori blinked with a sad expression.

"Actually~, I don't have time to read books."

Ka Chi Teiichi looked at Akina Nakamori's side face and asked puzzledly, "Why?" ”

Looking at the book in her hand, Akina Nakamori calmly responded to the man behind her.

"There are a lot of stories in the book, and I feel a little uncomfortable when I collide with the characters in the story. My own life is already busy, and I don't have the extra energy to carry the pain of others. ”

"I can understand that." Looking at the somewhat sad girl in front of him, Pu Chi Huiyi smiled comfortingly.

Akina Nakamori looked at the man's sincere eyes and blinked and smiled.

"However, I'm curious about what kind of person Kitsune-kun is and can write poems and songs like that, so I think Kamaike-kun must be a person with a story."

Ka Chi Hui grinned and looked at Akina Nakamori intoxicated.

"Is that good?"

Akina Nakamori's eyes twitched a little, and she nodded with a smile.

"Like the boy in "The Man Who Stole the Shadow", he is a very gentle and kind person."

"I see." Pu Chihui pursed his lips and turned around and walked into the kitchen with a smile.

Placing the hot milk in the Elk Girl's hand, she looked at the appearance of her already wearing black-rimmed glasses, her hair covering her tiny ears. Stunned, he was about to turn around and tidy up the bookshelves.

Suddenly, Akina Nakamori turned her head and looked up at Kamaike Teiichi.

"In other words, we were neighbors before, but we didn't know each other well at all, and we never met each other." Akina Nakamori said with a smile.

"This winter, plus today, haven't we met four times with our eyes? Akina-san should still remember. Kamachi Keiichi looked seriously at Akina Nakamori's eyes, only to notice that there was a pimple on her eyebrow.

"Well, I still remember ......" Akina Nakamori remembered something, blushed, and turned her eyes away from Kamaike Teruichi.

"Remember what." As soon as Pu Chi Hui said this, he thought of the first time Akina Nakamori rubbed his face, and regretted that he couldn't speak.

Akina Nakamori looked at Kamaike Teiichi's neck and lips, and instantly pinched the corners of her clothes with some heat.

As if the surrounding temperature was a little uncontrollable, the eyes of the two quickly staggered, ending the ambiguous topic.

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"Puchi-san, thank you for the book and milk, I haven't finished reading "The Man Who Stole the Shadow" yet, I will finish reading it and return it to you soon." Akina Nakamori hid her hands behind her back, holding the back of her other hand tightly with one palm, shaking her shoulders.

"It's okay, Mingcai-san can slowly savor the story." Kamachi Teruichi looked at Akina Nakamori with a smile.

"Katsuchi-kun can actually call me Akina, and we're friends now."

"Hmm." Akina Nakamori, who received the response, nodded with satisfaction.

Watching the elk girl walk into the hallway, Pu Chi Hui leaned against the back of the door and breathed deeply, with a smile on his face.

Akina Nakamori, who returned home, also put down her bag a little excitedly, eased her emotions, and sandwiched the letter written by Kamachi Teruichi to him in her poetry book, and wrote it on the table seriously.

There is a warm person

By his side is like a kettle on a stove

It was warm

In fact, I didn't even know I was afraid of the cold

I didn't know until I got home

Actually, I'm afraid of the cold

at all costs

I want to see you every day

I want to say thank you

- Warm fox leaves