Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

[Bunkyo-ku, Mejirodai-cho 3-chome 25, No. 7]

Mitsuha Miyamizu looked at the note with the address in her hand, took a deep breath, and eased her excitement. She has now returned to her new home in Tokyo from Minato City, and Mr. Yamamura Ono of the Minato City Sword Dojo is being entertained by her father outside.

In order to facilitate her movement, whether she goes to Chiba Dojo in Okemachi or Minato City, she always wears a high ponytail and simple sportswear. Now I have to go to someone else's home for a formal visit. It is said that the whole family will be there. Of course, I have to dress more formally, take good care of myself, and prepare gifts.

When I walked to the dressing table, there was a three-layered wooden jewelry box next to the dressing mirror. This was brought by the girl from Itomori to Nara and then to Tokyo. When I opened the drawer with an ukiyo-e painting of blue waves, money shimmered in all the colors. The exquisite hair accessories catch your eyes.

From just a few small hairpins bought from a 100-yen store to now filled with hairpins and combs priced at no less than 1,000 yen, the life of the jewelry box has achieved a class jump through moving.

In fact, my grandmother took their sisters to buy these when they were in Nara. Since she no longer needs to be a miko, Miyamizu Mitsuha rarely spends dozens of minutes braiding her hair. She has long, thick black hair that is usually either hung casually behind her back or tied into a high ponytail.

But it is undeniable that no girl can refuse these exquisite and lovely jewelry, not to mention that she still has to visit that person's home, so the girl naturally wants to show her most beautiful side.

So, which one to use?

She pursed her lips, raised her head and looked at herself in the mirror. After a moment's hesitation, she closed the drawer with ukiyo-e paintings on the waves and opened the drawer with pink petals on the side. There was only an orange-red stripe mixed with blue patterns. Knot.

"Just use this"

The voice in her heart said this, and Mitsuha Miyamizu recognized it. It was her voice from three years ago, with the deep and hoarse tone unique to the voice-changing period.

Gently holding the red and blue knots with her lips, she first carefully combed her hair smoothly, then braided it, wrapped it around the back of her head, overlapping it, and finally fixed it with a knot.

Apply a light orange lip glaze to add a luminous texture to your already full red lips. Mitsuha Miyamizu raised her head and looked at herself in the dressing mirror.

"pretty!"

There was a sound that sounded like an auditory hallucination in my ears, and in my trance I seemed to see a person giving an exaggerated two thumbs up.

The corners of her mouth raised slightly, and the already extremely beautiful girl became even more charming when she chuckled.

She knew that it was not her fantasy, but something that had really happened. She realized early on that she had lost many important memories. Why did you ask your father to conduct disaster avoidance drills? Why is there such a superb Beichen Yitou style swordsman...

The people and things in my mind that would never appear in Itomori, and the obsession with Tokyo. And the person you have always wanted to find, the most important person.

You can see him soon.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, he turned around and nodded with satisfaction. Miyamizu Mitsuba walked out of the room and went to the storage room. He took out some gifts that his father usually received. These were for the person who told him the key information. , and expressed his gratitude to Mr. Yamamura Ono, who also made an appointment for me to meet.

As for the gift for visiting Hojo's house, she prepared other things. Well, I got it from the collection at home, and my father wouldn’t need it anyway. Some shopping mall vouchers were given to Hojo Kyosuke's mother; a toy car was bought by Yotsuba, who had already played with such toys but still couldn't control himself. It was brand new and unopened.

There was also a bamboo sword that she purchased from a famous ancient swordsmanship school in Kyoto.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Yamamura Ono-san." Miyamizu Mitsuha bent down slightly.

"Wherever, I wish I could have a good rest and visit me in a better mental state." Ono Yamamura waved his hand.

Toshiki Miyamizu, who took a special vacation at home and planned to take his two daughters to visit Tokyo, felt mixed emotions when he looked at his eldest daughter dressed up in front of him.

"I don't want to braid that troublesome hair anymore," is what the daughter with a happy face said after the family successfully left the whirlpool of Itomori, right?

"Do you need me to drive you there?" Let's go and see what's going on.

"No need, Mejidai Town is right next to it. You'll be there soon after walking over."

Mitsuha Miyamizu shook her head. The things she was carrying were not a burden at all to her. Her home is in Kohinata Town, south of Ochanomizu Women's University. The straight-line distance from the address on the note is only about one kilometer.

"Remember to come back for dinner in the evening, I have reserved a seat in the restaurant."

"At night..."

Mitsuha Miyamizu thought for a moment, and logically speaking, one should pay attention to the time when visiting a stranger's home. But she seemed to subconsciously feel that she had a close relationship with that family, and the size of the gift in her hand went far beyond a simple visit.

"Dad, you and Yotsuba should go together, hasn't she wanted to eat Italian food for a long time?"

"Oh! Do you have to eat at your boyfriend's house for your first visit? That's awesome, sister!" Siye came out of the room and gave a thumbs up.

"It's just a simple visit!" Mitsuha Miyamizu retorted, but the sudden blush on her face made her unconvincing.

"Yamamura Ono-san, let's go."

"Have fun on your date~~" Yotsuba shouted before the door closed.

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen that kid Kyousuke for more than half a year. This time I came here to accept his previous invitation." Yamamura Ono said casually while walking on the road.

"What kind of person is that?" Mitsuha Miyamizu asked softly.

"Kendo genius!" Ono Yamamura blurted out. In his eyes, no cartoonist or novelist was as powerful as this identity.

"I also want to ask this kid carefully. Didn't he go to my family's dojo to study after arriving in Tokyo? Why is there no news about him there at all now?"

"Haha~"

I don't know why, but after hearing this, Mitsuha Miyamizu felt like laughing. The man in the memory seemed to dislike this powerful sword move.

Talking casually along the way, the two of them walked to the house that had not yet had time to put up the house number. Neon does not have an exact house number like XXX for every house. Generally, it is like what Hojo Kyosuke does every time he introduces himself:

Mejirodai-cho-3-chome-25-7

Because most of them are built in one household, the postman basically relies on the sign on the door to confirm when delivering. But Hojo Kyosuke's new house can be found without those things at all, because it is such a tall house, has so many trees, and is the only one nearby.

"It's so big." Ono Yamamura raised his head, his eyes widened with surprise: "I didn't expect Kyousuke to earn such a big family fortune in just three years. It's really amazing."

"Yes." What made the girl feel shy was that when she heard someone praising Hojo Kyousuke, she actually felt a touch of pride in her heart.

After ringing the doorbell, a clear voice came from the video phone on the door. After a while, the door to the yard opened, and a woman in a beige dress walked toward them with a smile.

"Yamamura Ono-san, welcome, welcome, it's been a long time." Hojo Mikiko greeted with a smile.

"Haha, Kyousuke always brings me a gift every time he returns to the water mall." Yamamura Ono smiled and handed over the gift, and then introduced both parties:

"This is Mitsuha Miyamizu, and this is Hojo Kyosuke's mother."

"Auntie, have we met somewhere?" After bowing and saying hello, Miyamizu Mitsuha hesitantly spoke. When she saw the woman in front of her, she wanted to get close to her.

Hearing this, Hojo Mikiko was slightly startled, and then the smile on her face became brighter: "I also think your name is very familiar. Maybe I have seen it somewhere. By the way, my name is Hojo Mikiko, okay? Call me Auntie Mijiko.”

"Aunt Meijizi!" Sanye Congshanruliu immediately shouted.

The three of them walked into the room, and the girl was surprised to find that Aunt Hojo Mikiko handed her slippers. They were obviously not disposable slippers for entertaining guests, but a brand new pair of cotton slippers.

She was confused, but she didn't say it out loud, she just handed over the gift silently.

"Hey, Kashiko, come here quickly, this sister also brought you a gift."

After sitting down in the living room, Hojo Mikiko shouted to the courtyard, where the three grandparents were squatting next to the small garden, studying the seed that the little bird had given to Kashiko Hojo. Just a few days later, the seeds actually sprouted.

Except for sleeping and eating time, the little girl basically squatted there to study, and muttered about growing up quickly. Just now she felt that one person was not strong enough, so she called her father and grandfather over.

Hearing the gift, Kashiko, who was squatting on the ground, immediately raised his head and turned around. When he saw a beautiful sister whom he had never seen before, he immediately ran over, threw off his slippers and climbed into the living room.

"This sister's name is Mitsuha Miyamizu." Hojo Mikiko handed the toy car to her daughter.

"Sister, you are so beautiful!" A clear and childish voice.

What Mitsuha Miyamizu didn't expect was that unlike Yotsuba who couldn't walk when he saw the toy, this pink and cute child actually praised herself immediately. But isn't this child only two years old? It’s so cute!

"Thank you, Kashiko is cute too." Standing up from the sofa, smoothing her skirt along her hips, the girl squatted down lightly and hugged the little girl standing in front of her with a serious face.

Hojo Mikiko was looking at it funny, but she knew it. As early as the first day, her son had carefully told Kashiko to praise her as soon as she saw an unknown eldest sister at home. The two also rehearsed several times.

The idiot daughter regards this as an important task, full of sense of mission and responsibility.

Hojo Ichiro and his son also came over. After learning that Ono Yamamura was Hojo Kyosuke's kendo teacher, they immediately enthusiastically took him to the Japanese room for tea.

Regarding the girl in the living room, Ichiro Hojo just sighed deeply after saying hello.

Hojo Kyosuke's grandma went out to buy groceries, and for a while only Mitsuha Miyamizu, Hojo Mikiko, and little Kashiko sat on the floor and started playing with new toys.

"Um..." Mitsuha Miyamizu opened his mouth to explain his purpose.

"Kyosuke has something else to do. He won't be back for a while. Please wait a moment." Hojo Mikiko said with a smile.

"It's okay, it's okay. In fact, I have nothing important to do with him." Seeing the unknown smile on the beautiful aunt's face, the girl blushed and waved her hands quickly.

Then the two of them chatted casually, talking about the deer in Nara, university, high school...

Not long after, the sound of a motorcycle came from the direction of the garage of the house. Everyone in the Hojo family, including Mitsuha Miyamizu, raised their heads in unison, except Yamamura Ono who was confused.

"It's Kyo, is it Hojo Kyosuke who's back?" Mitsuha Miyamizu asked uncertainly. She didn't know anything about motorcycles, but after hearing the sound, a black motorcycle appeared in her head. look like.

"Yes, it seems that you and Kyousuke have a good relationship. You can immediately hear the sound of Rocket 33." Hojo Miyoko smiled.

"Well, it's not..." Before Miyamizu Mitsuha could speak, there was a sound of opening the door leading to the garage on the north side of the living room. The excitement in her heart could no longer be suppressed, and she couldn't help but stand up.

A figure slowly walked into the living room from the corridor. He was wearing a blue denim shirt, black casual pants, fresh broken hair, and a face so handsome that Mitsuha Miyamizu wondered why he had forgotten such a person. She has a well-proportioned figure that is even taller than her father. As a kendo practitioner, she can easily see the skill contained in the seemingly lazy steps.

"a!"

The shout that came out of her mouth, the sweet voice that sounded like she was waiting for her husband to come home, surprised the girl herself, and she couldn't help but blush. She was sure that she had never seen this face in her memory, but the moment she saw it, she knew it.

The reason why I must come to Tokyo, the most important person, was finally found!

The big eyes under the long eyelashes were filled with tears due to excessive excitement. The emotions that continued in her chest were like a volcano about to erupt. Too many emotions were overlapping, entangled, and crowded together. Because they were too congested, they were blocked in her heart and throat, leaving her unable to say anything except tears.

Hojo Kyousuke, who was playing with the keys in one hand and carrying a shopping bag in the other, casually walked into the living room. He was still looking back to see if the garage door was locked when he heard a familiar voice.

There was a hint of magnetic dullness in the warmth, and by reflex, the figure in school uniform with her little face raised on the top of the mountain appeared in his mind.

"Three leaves!"

He turned his head in disbelief, and sure enough, the familiar girl stood in front of him with tears on her face.

Even with his current brain, he couldn't help but blink in uncertainty and looked around again, trying to confirm whether he was in reality.

The girl wearing a gray top and white skirt in front of her was so beautiful, and her slim figure was so nostalgic. Even the braids on her head could match every detail in his memory.

Before he went to find her, it was like a dream come true, and she came to him just as promised.

"It's me! It's me!"

Seeing that the boy opposite recognized her at a glance, his voice was also full of joy, and the girl's full emotions seemed to be vented in an instant.

Found it, finally found it! It's not my own wishful thinking, there really is such a person who has been waiting for me!

Regardless of the other people around her, the girl couldn't help but hold up her skirt and ran towards that person.

"Kyosuke! Kyousuke! Kyosuke!"

She kept shouting the name, trying harder and louder.

All questions and all thoughts seem to be hidden in this name.

The memory was still so vague, but in his arms, smelling the familiar smell and feeling the warm chest, she knew she had found the answer.

"It's me! It's me."

Hojo Kyosuke let go, threw away what was in his hand, and hugged this brave girl tightly. Back when Mitsuba was wandering around Tokyo alone, looking for him, his despairing cries still clearly existed in his head.

Now, she followed the message she left and came as promised.

Next to her, Mikiko Hojo, after seeing the reaction of her son and Mitsuha Miyamizu, quietly took her daughter and called other family members and guests to go out for a big dinner. The situation of the girl who came today seems to be slightly different from the previous ones. Her son needs a little more space and time.

"Okay, my mother and the others have gone out, and now we are the only ones left."

Hojo Kyosuke patted the back of the girl in his arms. The girl's crying had stopped just now, but she still buried her little face tightly in his chest. He knew it was because the other person was shy.

Hearing this, Mitsuha Miyamizu loosened her hand slightly and turned her head with a blushing face. Sure enough, Kashiko and Aunt Miyoko, who were sitting on the ground having fun just now, were no longer there. I looked at the Japanese room over there again, and it was also empty. As she breathed a sigh of relief, her pretty fair face couldn't help but turn a little redder, as pretty as a peony flower.

The little face that turned sideways felt a slight chill. She turned her head and saw that the boy's denim shirt was soaked in a large circle with her tears.

"Sorry, your clothes were stained." After her mood eased, although she still had an inexplicable sense of love and closeness in her heart, the girl couldn't help but feel a little more reserved.

"These are your tears, how can you say they are dirty." Hojo Kyosuke gently wiped the remaining tears from the corners of Mitsuha's eyes with his thumb, pulled her to sit on the sofa, and carefully wiped her delicate little face with a wet wipe. clean.

Feeling the cool wipes and warm fingers on her face, the girl's newly born embarrassment disappeared instantly, and she closed her eyes and enjoyed the tenderness.

"You must have a lot of doubts in your mind, right?"

Seeing Mitsuha's little face regain its whiteness, Hojo Kyosuke nodded with satisfaction.

"Well, my memory has disappeared a lot. It's like being driven into a balloon. Although it keeps inflating, I can never break through the constraints."

Mitsuha Miyamizu said softly. One of her hands was held tightly by the boy next to her. Although she was a little shy, she did not want to break away, and she did not feel that the other person was frivolous at all.

"Thank you for your hard work." Kyousuke Hojo, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder, touched the girl's head distressedly. No one knows this feeling better than him. After all, he has also suffered from it, and he misses her exquisite braids deeply.

"Sometimes it's very painful. I try my best to find the missing part, but all I get is discomfort and nausea. I can't remember it no matter what."

Hojo Kyosuke turned his head sideways, the light shone in from the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and gently kissed the girl's fair and delicate face. The straight nose seemed to be painted with a highlight, and the long and thick eyelashes fluttered gently, as if Expressing the uneasiness at that time.

The hand held by her own hand also held her own, as if that was the source of her strength. Her beautiful voice was light and airy, like a dandelion dancing in the sky:

"However, every time this time, a voice will appear in my head, saying, 'I'm waiting for you in Tokyo.' As long as you hear this voice, the haze in your heart will magically dissipate. No matter how tired you are from studying, you can still Instantly refresh your mind.

Today, I finally really heard that voice. Kyousuke, I finally found you. "

Mitsuha Miyamizu opened her eyes, and the smile that greeted her eyes was so real and gentle, lighting up the mottled depths of her memory like a beam of light.

"But, but, I'm sorry, I lost our memory." She lowered her head and said in frustration.

"This is not Mitsuha's fault, it's just a mischievous god causing trouble." Hojo Kyosuke said softly.

"God?" The increasingly frustrated girl raised her head and asked in confusion.

"Well, wait a minute, I have a gift for you."

"Gift?"

"Well, it's a gift I've been preparing for a long time."

Hojo Kyosuke took out his mobile phone and operated it a few times. Outside the huge glass sliding doors of the living room and Japanese-style room, the electric blinds fell rhythmically, which looked full of technology. When it comes to decorating the mansion, security is also his top priority. Although everyone said that Neon's public security was good and he lived in a high-end residential street, he was not at ease. In addition to this top-notch security system, we also plan to develop a biological security system, which is to raise a dog.

The small ambient light in the dark living room automatically turned on, and a huge white screen dropped from the top of the wall in the direction of the courtyard.

Mitsuha Miyamizu did not open her mouth to ask, but waited patiently. Although she really wanted to ask, since Kyosuke still had memories, why didn't he just come to her directly.

The projector lights up, and the home theater purchased according to the living room area and layout has the best projection effect on the 230-inch large screen.

"Ah, that's me!"

What appeared on the screen was a place that Miyamizu Mitsuha was extremely familiar with, that was Miyamizu Shrine.

In the photo-realistic painting, he and his sister, wearing brick-red kimonos with small patterns, were sitting side by side, with knotted utensils in front of them, and in front of them was the grandmother in black kimono telling stories.

"This is what I experienced when we first exchanged." Hojo Kyosuke turned his head, looked at the surprised girl, and said softly.

Looking at the words drawn by his own hands, he was also full of nostalgia.

"Exchange?" Miyamizu Mitsuha was wondering where the other party found such a painting, when she heard these words that moved her heart.

"Yes, we will switch bodies in our dreams. The first time, I took a nap at the assembly and entered your body."

Come into my body! ?

Mitsuha's face turned red. Fortunately for her, the two of them were in such a dark room at the moment. Kyousuke shouldn't be able to tell that she was thinking wildly.

"I was shocked at the time. I thought I had traveled to another world. My grandma asked me to knit knots, but I didn't understand. Fortunately, Yotsuba helped me." Hojo Kyosuke continued.

"Haha~~" Looking at herself and her little sister in the picture, the girl laughed happily and couldn't help but ask:

"Did you paint this painting?"

"Yes, I have been painting for a long time." Even with his ability, he had to rely on memory and other people's descriptions to draw such a picture without reference, which was a lot of effort.

"'Since Mitsuha's memory has disappeared, let her see it again.' With that in mind, I started drawing."

The girl turned back and looked at the huge screen. She could even see every eyelash of her own. I touched the braid on my head and saw that even the position of the knots were exactly the same, and the number of winders wrapped with colorful ropes in front of me was also exactly the same...

Are these all drawn by the boy next to me, stroke by stroke, based on memory?

"Since Sanye's memory has disappeared, let her see it again." Listening to this tone as relaxed as chewing a cucumber, her heart was filled with emotion.

If the memory wasn't so profound, how could it be possible?

Her eyes were a little sore and her chest was tight. Resisting the urge to hug the person next to her, she continued to ask:

"What about me? What am I doing when I enter your body?"

"You, too, were shocked." Speaking of this, Hojo Kyousuke found it cute. This idiot pretended to be sleeping in a place like that.

After clicking on the phone, the picture switched to the next page. It was still a beautiful picture that was no different from the photo. It was Nezu Shrine. In fact, at that time, Hojo Kyosuke also wondered whether it was because of this shrine that the two of them had crossed paths.

"At that time, you suddenly appeared in a strange place. When you saw my menacing subordinates and listened to what they were discussing, you were so frightened that you didn't even dare to raise your head."

"Nonsense, I don't know how!" Nara's female swordsman couldn't help but retorted, they were just bad delinquents, and she could defeat them all in a few minutes with a bamboo sword.

"Hahaha, I have evidence." Hojo Kyosuke clicked on his phone, and a document appeared on the screen in front of him. It was a memo written by Mitsuha Miyamizu that he restored based on his memory.

"My name is Mitsuha Miyamizu" followed by a date.