I have found out your real name

Chapter 208 The first acquaintance at the gate of recalling the past

That should be when all the stories have not yet kicked off.

The winter in this country was not particularly different from the ones he had experienced before. The cold and clammy breath swirled maliciously outside the house, trying to invade the heated interior through every crack.

This year's heavy snow seems to be a rare phenomenon here. Even close to the city center, dark and dirty snow is still piled up on the streets, and the balconies outside the houses are dyed white.

The boy of about ten years old took his eyes away from the falling snowflakes and turned the book in his hand down one page again.

The content of this "Ghost Story" written by Koizumi Yakumo is quite interesting, especially the part he is reading now, which happens to be about the story of the snow girl who haunts winter. With the scenery outside the house, it will inevitably produce a kind of immersive like tension.

Just when I read the plot of Yukiko, who was aliased as Yuko, leaving with the strong wind, there was a sudden knocking sound like knocking on the door.

He was taken aback, and then immediately laughed at himself: "It's just the wind, this is the second floor..."

Even if Dad is engaged in folklore research, he should believe in science.

clack clack clack.

A clear and short voice sounded persistently.

shhh-

The balcony door was pulled open.

He almost jumped out from the desk, using the chair as a cover to block in front of him.

Thief or robber?Can you guarantee your own safety if you explain the location of your belongings at home?

While regretting his rash behavior of not locking the balcony door, he poked his head out to look at the uninvited guest who broke in suddenly.

neither.

"Yuki-onna...?"

Unconsciously, I said the noun that just came to my mind.

After opening the door, she didn't step into the room, but a girl like a monster standing on the balcony.

It's not that the appearance is fierce, but that it exudes a strange aura.There was no expression on her puppet-like delicate face, only slightly trembling eyelashes and clear pupils could tell that she was a living thing, and the round-neck blue sweater was stained with snowflakes that hadn't melted yet, reminding him of a blue sweater covered in blue. White-feathered white-finned penguin.

Fairies visiting humans in the heavy snow, and dolls that move independently in winter—if these imaginations can be realized in reality, this is probably what they will look like.

Because the situation was beyond a primary school student's expectation, he stared straight at the mysterious intruder as if his brain had crashed, unable to react like a sailor captured by a siren, until the fairy in the snow spoke softly ——

"Not the Snow Maiden."

"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry..."

Thanks to an inherited talent for languages ​​and hard work, he could barely hold a conversation.

No matter how late you are, you should realize that you are facing a real human being, who is just too beautiful. Just when he was about to apologize before figuring out what happened, the conversation slipped into an unexpected place again. track.

"It's an alien."

"what?"

"From asteroid B612."

"You little prince?!"

"What should be the house number of Neverland..."

"So it turns out that you came to Earth to visit Peter Pan, right—who are you lying to! I remembered, you are the kid from the neighbor's house!"

Because the dreamy atmosphere was completely shattered during the conversation, he remembered that he had met this guy once when he first moved here.

"Ah chirp!"

"Let's talk about it first..."

Only then did he notice that the other party was only wearing a sweater, the collar of the white shirt protruding from the neckline of the sweater, and the lower body was a plaid skirt and white cotton socks, trembling imperceptibly on the balcony.

Not knowing if she was very satisfied with the fact that she had just picked up her words, she obediently entered the room.

He closed the balcony door to keep out the cold wind, and at this moment he figured out the intruder's criminal method - the opposite balcony door was also open.

Because of the heating, the strange girl's face finally became more rosy. At this moment, she was shaking like a cat that just fell into the water, patting the snow on her clothes and hair, leaving little water marks on the clean floor.

"Hey - forget it, did something happen at your house?"

Even though the distance between the two houses is not too far, it is still dangerous for elementary school students to jump from the balcony, so he thought of some bad things, such as domestic violence and robbers breaking in on the first floor Wait, think of these and don't bother to complain.

"My mother said that the boy next door has never gone out, and I don't have any friends, so I asked him to hang out with him more, so I came here."

She said calmly, as if saying one plus one equals two.

"Who comes to play and walks on the balcony?"

He breathed a sigh of relief because the bad things he imagined didn't happen, and turned to complaining about behavior that was obviously beyond common sense.

"Hori Rinko."

"I'm not asking for your name, it's a rhetorical question! What do you take ordinary gates for?"

It should be the girl named Hori Linguang who fell into deep thought: "...what do you think?"

"Ask me?!"

Unbearable.

There is definitely a fault in this person's thinking circuit, as if he is really making a third-type contact with aliens, the gears for communicating with each other are idling and unable to mesh with each other.

He sighed, and waved his hands perfunctorily: "Okay, okay, go back to your own home if you have nothing to do, we've talked for so long and we've had fun, I'm very happy, don't come next time."

She didn't move, but sat down on the bed with her knees hugged, pressed her skirt with both hands, and then put on a look of thinking.

I don't know what the other party is thinking, and it is very quiet now, so let her stay there for now.

So he sat back at the desk again and opened "Ghost Stories".

"what!"

She suddenly yelled, and the book almost fell out of her hand.

"what happened?"

He turned his head and found Hori Linguang straightened his upper body and looked at him: "What is Xuenv?"

"Back to the original topic at this time?!"

She didn't speak, and continued to stare at him quietly.

Thinking that he might go back after satisfying her, he spread out the book in his hand and showed it to her: "It stands to reason that you should know better than me, Xuenv is a kind of monster in legend..."

It's not a bad feeling to tell someone else the story you just saw, especially if the listener is cooperative.

"Oh--"

She let out a long sigh and clapped her hands in admiration: "It's like a sage who gave the protagonist of the story popular science knowledge."

Although the way of praise was a bit strange, the feeling of being admired obviously satisfied the primary school boy's sense of vanity so much that he felt that this uninvited guest became much cuter.

"It's nothing, I just read it from this book."

He said hypocritically and modestly.

"But you also knew the story of planet B612 and Neverland before, but the boys in the class didn't know."

"Just a coincidence—wait a minute."

He keenly discovered the loopholes in the other party's words: "You said 'story', you know it's fake, right? Why do you still call yourself an alien to deceive people?"

Hori Rinko slumped as if he had been transported to the snow under the sun, which even made him feel that he had done something wrong.

She stood up blushing, and rushed to the balcony door as if fleeing: "I'm not lying."

"Go home and walk through the main entrance!"

He tried his best to prevent Hori Rinko from jumping back the way he came.

The abrupt visit thus came to an inexplicable end.

The next time I heard her name was from my father when he came home at night.

"The kid next door is called Guang, right? I heard her mother said that she came to play today? She said she had a good time."

"Maybe."

You obviously ran away in the end, but were you happy?

He thought she was probably just dealing with grown-ups.

"Don't stay at home all day long, how about making friends with others?"

"I'm different from you."

He turned away, "Besides... I don't know when we will move out again."

He still hasn't figured out what his father's profession is specifically. Anyway, he claims that he is in the business of exploring ancient tombs, excavation of ruins, folk customs, mythology, and belief, and he also has friends all over the world.

Friends made locally will only add reluctance and sadness when parting.

"When you grow up, I won't take you with me."

Although the old man said so in the end, he still didn't take it seriously, and returned to his room early as usual.Across the balcony, there was an orange light in the opposite room.

"I probably won't come again."

I told her not to come next time, and in the end it was a kind of unhappiness, and I couldn't think of a reason to show up again.

He fell asleep in silence.

The next day, he was woken up by the sound of running water.

"Suck, suck, suck."

In the room, a girl was sitting at a desk drinking hot tea.

What a surreal sight.

He closed his eyes and huddled under the covers.

"Suck, suck, suck."

"Sure enough, pretending not to see is not enough!"

He half sat up, "What are you doing?"

Hori Linguang gave him a strange look: "Drink tea."

"I know - I locked the balcony door yesterday, how did you get in?"

She raised the bent wire in her hand.

"criminal!"

Hori Renko shook his head: "It's not a crime. The uncle who came to the house yesterday said I can come in at will."

She pulled out a key from the collar: "And gave me your favorite cracker of the main door."

"I don't like the front door."

So it’s you, Dad!

Hori Rinko patted the table: "Can today's monster lecture start?"

"When did I agree on this daily activity with you?"

She stared at him relentlessly.

"You go out first."

"If you don't play with me, you won't go out."

"Phew - I need to change clothes! Come back later!"

That night, he didn't lock the balcony door - he was just afraid it would be broken.

That accident happened two weeks after meeting Hori Riko.

After several heavy snowfalls, a rare sunny day ushered in, and most of the snow had melted into mud.

"That guy should come too."

He watched the door of the opposite room open, and Hori Rinko, wearing a navy blue down jacket, walked out, waved to him, then stepped on the edge of the balcony and jumped forward as if she was used to it.

His heart almost missed a beat when he saw her fall halfway.

When he came back to his senses, half of his body had already leaned out of the balcony. Fortunately, the remaining rationality forced him to return to the house and run down the stairs at full speed.

When he arrived, Hori Linguang had already stood up.

The position where she fell was not high, not to mention that the snow had not yet melted, and she was wearing a thick down jacket, so she didn't seem to be injured at all, but her clothes were splashed with mud.

"Stupid! I told you to go through the front door!"

The chest that had calmed down was quickly filled with anger, but the other party ignored it and looked up at the sky.

"You don't fall on your head and become a real idiot, do you?"

Anger turned into worry, and Hori Rinko smiled as if he had finally noticed him.

Fragile like porcelain and giving a sad impression.

"I am not an alien."

"……what?"

What are you talking about now.

"If it is an alien, it should be able to fly such a short distance."

"Although it is not necessarily true, you are not an alien in the first place."

She once again showed a dejected look like snow under the sun.

"So, I'm not special."

He faintly felt that he was approaching something similar to Horiko's essence, and even felt a sense of fear that he wanted to shrink back.

Should I really keep asking?
"——what if it's not special?"

It is difficult to take back what is asked.

"Everyone likes special people, not ordinary people, and only mother's children."

Hori Linguang was not in deep pain, he just said it plainly, but for some reason, it would give the listener a deeper pain.

"nonsense."

The two stood in the mud staring at each other.

"I have only seen my father since I was born, but if anyone finds fault with this kind of thing, it must be his fault. One person is one person's fault, and one hundred people are one hundred people's fault. It's the difference between fighting and fleeing—likes from them are unreliable."

He racked his brains to organize his words, "And you are already special—to be honest, too special, I hope you can be closer to ordinary people like us..."

"Really?"

When she heard the second half of the sentence, her eyes seemed to light up, "Can you name at least three places of 270?"

"Don't make things difficult for others!"

He almost ran away, "Like, uh, really good-looking?"

Please forgive the compliments that boys of this age can say.

"But you also hate me."

Hori Rinkou turned his head.

He was anxious: "Why do you say that? I admit that it might be a little bit at first, but now we are friends—"

He didn't realize this fact until he said it.

The conclusion of friendship does not require any grand ceremony, it only takes two weeks.

"name."

Hori Shuguang looked into the other's eyes with some grievances, "You haven't told me until now."

"..."

It really is!
The scene of meeting this guy for the first time was too shocking, and I gradually got used to daily conversations in the subsequent exchanges, and I didn't even make a formal self-introduction!
"There is such a big omission..."

He scratched his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, he searched and picked up a dead branch.

"Li, Wu, write like this... can you read it?"

She leaned over, put her hands on her knees and bent down: "Li Wu...Xiao Wu?"

"It sounds like the name of a miscellaneous soldier."

"Xiao Wu."

"Forget it, as you please."

"Xiao Wu!"

"Is it... light?"

Li Wu threw away the branch in his hand, and after thinking about it, he said with relief: "Although you are not an alien, it doesn't mean that there are no other possibilities, such as becoming a superpower, a magician, a fighter, or a brave devil. of."

"What are those?"

"You don't know? Don't you usually read comics and play games?"

"No."

"I happen to have a few of the books I've finished at home, so I'll lend them to you to read. To be honest, I've always thought aliens might not exist, but monsters might really exist..."

"Ok!"

"Uh-huh, uh-huh, let's go change our clothes first..."

(End of this chapter)