Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

"Ah? Why is there only one sentence like this?" Mitsuha Miyamizu asked doubtfully.

"You have the nerve to say it. You asked me to keep a good record of what happened during the exchange, but you only write the memo carefully after eating something delicious."

Hojo Kyousuke rubbed the other person's head angrily, and at some point, the girl quietly came closer.

"That's weird! I wouldn't do that!"

"I have evidence!" Hojo Kyosuke turned to the next photo, which was Mitsuha Miyamizu using his own body to follow Brother Maki and the others to eat barbecue, then go to a cafe and an Italian restaurant.

"Isn't this all about yourself?" the girl argued.

"The way of Korean barbecue is very novel. I really hope Itomori can have a family. Then I can take Yotsuba and the others to eat together. I ordered a lot of meat and was super satisfied, but the quality of the meat is not as good as the beef in the refrigerator at home. It's far different. The cold water tastes great, sour and sweet, super appetizing, but the candied eggs inside are a little overcooked, and the yolks are a little less fluid..."

"Chocolate cake!!! The taste is super rich. I packed three copies to take home. Don't worry, don't worry, I will leave one in the refrigerator for you. Matcha mousse, strawberry ice cream..."

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Hojo Kyosuke even thoughtfully added pictures that corresponded to the text, and he went to the scene to take pictures one by one.

Ah~~Is this really me? Although she was extremely shy and didn't want to admit it, the girl knew clearly from the tone of her voice or the vague memories that kept flashing in her mind that it was written by herself.

The small hand that tightly grasped the big hand unconsciously became harder. As the scenes continued to switch, Sakura Festival, fan exhibition, kendo competition... Miyamizu Mitsuha, wearing a school uniform, came to Tokyo alone, looking for the girl who had not yet made friends with her. She met Hojo Kyosuke.

"It was really hard on you at that time." Hojo Kyousuke carefully drew each of the scenes he saw after drinking Kuchichi.

"Hmm~" Mitsuha Miyamizu shook her head slightly. Even if her memory was blurred and time passed by, her heart would still burst out with endless joy when she saw herself sitting on the chair on the platform.

"I think at that time, I was happy." The girl murmured in a low voice

Under the excellent painting skills of Hojo Kyosuke, the golden afterglow of the sunset falls on the girl's body, the thin eyebrows are slightly frowned because of the pain in her feet, and the faint disappointment in the brown eyes are all reflected. Now whoever sees it can't help but feel pity in their hearts.

Later, after seeing the person in the tram, the girl's eyes were filled with surprise, her eyes were trembling, and her face bloomed with a smile as bright as the noon sun. That touch, that satisfaction, really makes people feel happy.

The thin voice fell in Hojo Kyosuke's ears like catkins. Unlike the disturbing catkins, Mitsuha's words moved him deeply.

He moved his hands and wanted to hug the girl next to him, but he thought about it and held back. The other party is no longer Mitsuha Miyamizu who has all the memories on the top of the mountain, and the connection between them needs to be reconnected. But Mitsuha Miyamizu felt the movements of the boy next to her, and after a little thought, she knew what the other person was thinking, because she also wanted to vent her emotions through some movements.

Tilting her head, the girl tentatively hugged Hojo Kyousuke's arm and pressed her face tightly against it.

Phew~

In the quiet living room, both of them heard each other's breathing.

"This is it. When I saw it, it really made me feel so distressed. I wish I could bring my past self here and practice it a hundred times." The picture shows Mitsuha Miyamizu crying desperately in a family restaurant.

She rubbed her little face on her arm, and just by listening to the words in her ears, the girl could fully feel the love and affection of the other person.

Hojo Kyosuke actually thought about drawing an animation directly, which might be more impactful and might be more beneficial to Mitsuba in retrieving his memory. But even if he was called a printing press by Ying Lili, he really couldn't do such a thing in such a short time. But if Sanye came to him later, he would be able to process it more carefully during the holidays.

"But why can you see those pictures where I'm the only one?" Mitsuha Miyamizu asked doubtfully. Like those experiences when she was almost knocked down by people around her at the station or on the sidewalk, it was clear that she was the only one, and the details of the pictures It's not like it can be reproduced by dictation.

"This..." Hojo Kyosuke was startled for a moment, opened his mouth, but stopped talking, are you sure you want to know?

"Huh?" The boy who had shown no reservations to him since they met suddenly stopped talking. Miyamizu Mitsuha turned his head and looked at him with the help of the light on the screen.

Hesitation was written all over that handsome face.

"Kou Chew Wine, I drank Kou Chew Wine, your half told me."

"Chewing wine!?"

The two hands holding his arms were raised at the same time, covering his mouth tightly. Her face flushed instantly and even her hands felt a little burning. The girl's voice trembled as she said:

"You, you actually drank that! Why did you drink that?!"

"Because, if I don't drink chewing wine, I will never see you again."

Hojo Kyosuke gently stroked the girl's head and said with some fear that if he hadn't chewed the wine, the meeting that made him want to punch himself would have been the last time the two of them met.

"Can't you see me?" After hearing these terrible words, Miyamizu Mitsuha immediately stopped being shy.

"Um."

After hesitating for a moment, he clicked on his phone and switched to the next picture.

The forest in the distance was pitch black, and the only light source was the approaching comet in the sky. Miyamizu Mitsuha stood on a hillside, wearing a blue yukata with a green four-leaf clover pattern. The red belt was extremely conspicuous and wide. His sleeves were blown aside by the wind along with the grass on the ground.

Comet, beautiful girl in yukata, grass blowing in the wind...

The whole painting was so beautiful that it was even a little unreal, but both people present knew that it had really happened.

"That is……"

Mitsuha Miyamizu looked at the screen blankly. It was a yukata made by her mother for herself. She thought she would never have the chance to wear it again if she missed the festival, but she didn't expect to see it here in this form.

"Kyosuke, I love you! Even if I am reincarnated, I want to meet you again!" Unconsciously, she whispered the words that appeared in her mind at this moment.

There is no shyness, and there is a strong love that comes to my mind along with the words. The love that transcends the barriers of time and space, even if the memory has disappeared, is still deeply engraved in the soul.

Hearing Mitsuha's voice, Hojo Kyosuke couldn't help but stretched out his hand and hugged her shoulders tightly.

He had thought about whether he should present the changed past before Sanye's eyes again and see himself being hit by a comet. This kind of thing would be too cruel. After much struggle, he still drew it because...

"You're so beautiful in a yukata." He remembered that Mitsuha's big regret at that time was that he couldn't let himself see her in a yukata. He waited until now to give her this compliment.

"So this is the truth behind the evacuation drill. It was Kyosuke who came to see me."

The overwhelming momentum of the comet was clearly conveyed from the lifelike painting. The girl who still remembers how Itomori was turned over that night could not help but add a little more force, tightening the arms of the boy next to her. In my arms.

It was Kyousuke who transcended the barriers of time and space and pulled me back from the banks of the Santo River.

"I drank every last drop~" Someone said nonsense, trying to ease the girl's tense mood.

"Ah?" Mitsuha Miyamizu didn't react for a while.

"The chewing wine tastes surprisingly good."

"ah!"

A white porcelain bottle dumped to the ground appeared in the girl's mind. It was in the shrine on Dragon God Mountain! Ah, you idiot, even if you want to drink, just take one sip!

Although she was extremely shy, the girl still did not let go of her arms. Instead, she gently shook her and urged the other person to play the next picture.

The white clouds are like marshmallows and cauliflowers, connected together, and are dyed a layer of gold by the afterglow of the setting sun. Looking around, apart from the clouds, there is only Lake Itomori just exposed below.

In the picture, Mitsuha Miyamizu sat cross-legged casually on a high platform at the edge of the Dragon God Mountain depression, quietly looking at the sea of ​​clouds.

Both of them knew that the one who would sit in such a rough posture must be Hojo Kyosuke.

"This is the third time I went to Longshen Mountain to see this scene. I sat there, waiting to meet you."

"what about me?"

"The same to you."

The sea of ​​clouds is exactly the same, but the difference is that Itomori Lake has changed into a gourd shape, and the person sitting on the high platform has become Hojo Kyosuke, sitting there with his knees crossed, looking very girlish.

"At dusk (TA SO GA RE)~~" Miyamizu Mitsuha's clear voice used an aria to express the time when the two could meet each other.

"Yes, TA SO KA RE." Hojo Kyosuke clicked on the screen, and the two pictures slowly merged. Lake Itomori was still round, but the figures on the high platform became two.

"Who is that? Of course it's Hojo Kyousuke." Seeing the two people looking at each other in surprise on the screen, Mitsuha felt happy and couldn't help but said in a playful tone.

"Yes, of course Mitsuha Miyamizu." With that said, he turned his head and looked at the girl beside him. In the dim living room, the other person's shimmering brown pupils were clearly his.

"Sanye, it's great to see you again."

"Yeah!" Sanye nodded her head heavily, and then she saw the two people kissing each other on the screen from the corner of her eye, and her eyes immediately widened.

She admitted that when she first saw Hojo Kyosuke, what appeared in her mind was the way he slowly lowered his head and kissed her. However, this is too fast! My past self, why were you so brave?

Seeing the eyes of the boy next to her becoming more and more intense, her heart suddenly became flustered, nervous, expecting, and at a loss. Although the memories in her mind and even on her tongue told her that the two had already gone through this step, for her, there had indeed never been a kiss!

"Is this, is this the knot I gave you three years ago?" Her frantically groping little hand suddenly touched the knot wrapped around Hojo Kyosuke's hand, and she said quickly.

"Haha~" Hojo Kyosuke chuckled softly, turned sideways and bumped Mitsuha Mitsuha's forehead affectionately with his forehead:

"Yes, it is indeed made up by Sanye. It protects me like a talisman and connects us well."

Feeling that pampering, Miyamizu Mitsuha felt a little guilty: "I'm sorry, Kyosuke, I..."

"Don't say sorry, you've never done anything wrong." Hojo Kyosuke stopped the rest of the other person's words. He could probably understand the other person's current state.

"Since we can fall in love once, we can fall in love again. I think there will never be anyone in the world who can enjoy the hot and novel love process twice as wholeheartedly as we do."

"Hey, Kyousuke, you can always tell these nonsense." Although she said this, the girl still laughed happily.

After seeing everything Miyamizu Mitsuha went through, Hojo Kyosuke opened his own perspective again.

"Oh, it turns out you made Yotsuba's bicycle for her too. I also asked why I have no memory at all. There is also fruit smoothie. No matter how many recipes I look for, she says the taste is wrong and not as delicious as the ones she made before. , It really made me so angry..."

As the screen switched, and in conjunction with the memo and Hojo Kyousuke's explanation, the missing and unreasonable parts of the girl's past memory were gradually filled in, and the hands holding her arms became harder and harder.

"Teacher Yukino..."

Suddenly, seeing the long-lost figure, the girl whispered. Most of this guy's memories are with Mr. Yukino. There are also Sakura Matsuri's Sakura, Glass, Naohana, Doujinshi's Eiri, Naoto-kun from "Love Metronome"...

Oh my God

She was counting carefully in her mind. What she had seen before, she didn't know whether it was because those memories attracted her attention, or whether it was because things she had subconsciously ignored suddenly appeared in the girl's mind.

"Kyosuke, do you have a girlfriend?" she suddenly asked.

"No." Hojo Kyosuke replied instantly.

call

The girl breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. As she recalled, she also discovered that she had done so many stupid things before. He actually keeps helping Hojo Kyosuke to seduce girls, and he still enjoys it happily.

Are you baka Mitsuha Miyamizu! How can there be people like you in the world who keep pushing the people you like to other girls!

Then who are you, Sakura and the others?

Although she still wanted to ask this question, the girl reluctantly retracted her thoughts when she looked at the handsome face that suddenly showed a hint of rogue.

Hojo Kyosuke had briefly introduced her to her before. Yamauchi Sakura was his childhood sweetheart since he was nine years old. Glass and Naoka had also known each other since elementary school. Even Eiriri and Naoto probably spent more time with him than he did. Much longer.

Moreover, in the chaotic state where I have no memory now, with what identity and what kind of emotion should I ask that question?

"By the way, why don't I go check out the apartment where you live later? Maybe I can get back more memories."

Not knowing why the girl next to him suddenly fell silent, Hojo Kyousuke revealed the plan he had thought of from the beginning. Because of his obsessive-compulsive disorder, the reason why he resisted not to move the things he was used to was to keep them for Mitsuha Miyamizu to look at.

"Apartment..."

Just as her heart was beating, the girl suddenly saw the time displayed in the lower right corner of the screen. It was actually six o'clock in the afternoon.

"Ah, it's so late."

Feeling guilty, she turned her head and looked towards the entrance. So Aunt Mijiko and the others are coming back soon, aren't they? No, no, it was really rude to let them stay outside for so long in order to make room for themselves and Kyosuke.

"Haha, it's okay. My mother and the others won't come back until they receive my text message."

Seeing the girl's worry, Hojo Kyosuke said casually. My mother was like this when she was still in Minato. Whenever Sakura and the others came to the house, she would go shopping and chat with the ladies nearby, giving them all the space in the house.

"This... this is the first time we meet, will it leave a bad impression on Aunt Miyoko?" Miyamizu Mitsuha asked anxiously.

"This is not the first time we have met. Didn't you two get along quite happily when we were in Kushiro?" He still remembered clearly why he was forced to eat the cute deer, Mitsuha Miyamizu That mischievous smile.

"But, that's..."

"Don't worry, don't worry. It's okay anyway. You must be hungry too. I'll prepare dinner." Hojo Kyosuke reluctantly pulled out his soft arm, patted Mitsuha Miyami's little head, and said with a smile. .

"Do you need my help?"

The itchy feeling in front of her body made the girl blush, and she quickly opened her mouth to divert her attention. She didn't doubt whether the other party could cook. No matter whose perspective she saw the memories from, the other party had always had good cooking skills, especially in making snacks.

Yotsuba still can’t forget the cooking skills she developed for her childhood sweetheart Sakura Yamauchi~

Sighing in her heart, the girl immediately cheered up. Although he has so many female friends, Kyousuke doesn't have a girlfriend after all. As he said, there are no people in the world who can go through two love processes like these two.

So what if the time of acquaintance is shorter, our feelings have transcended time, space and death, and they couldn’t be more profound!

"Okay, I've wanted to cook with you Mitsuha for a long time." Hojo Kyousuke smiled happily.

There is a person who is cooking in his kitchen every time, and he is doing the same thing at the other person's house. When Itomori was there, every time he put on his apron and stood in front of the old-fashioned gas stove, he couldn't help but think about whether that sleepy Mitsuha had gotten up in his own apartment in Tokyo?

Will she prepare breakfast by herself or buy it at a convenience store today? If she were at home, would she choose to cook porridge or fry steak? If she went to a convenience store, would she buy cheese toast or a ham sandwich?

Thinking this way, he always felt that the kitchen knife in his hand became lighter, and the tomatoes cut in half seemed to be fresher. The sweet and sour taste continued to float into his nose, putting him in a good mood all day long.

It would be great if I could cook with Sanye. It would be nice to sit in the living room and watch Mitsuha in a pink apron cooking for herself.

When he was in the living room with his grandmother and Yotsuba, gathering around the low table to have breakfast, he couldn't help but wonder what Mitsuha's food tasted like.

Now, that dream that seemed out of reach is finally coming true.

The metal blinds and the huge curtain were raised together. The sun was basically invisible outside, but the solar landscape lights in the courtyard had automatically turned on. They are not fancy-looking lamps, most of them are floor lamps. All they can do is provide a certain amount of lighting and bring out the beauty of the plants themselves at night.

Just like the newly transplanted maple tree, the tender green leaves become more and more green under the illumination of LED lights, and they look like they are glowing. The veins of each leaf are clearly visible. And when autumn and winter come, it will turn into a burning bonfire, with different scenery in each season.

There is also a faint light above the pool, which allows you to see the scene in the pool clearly without affecting the fish's sleep.

"It's so beautiful." Mitsuha Miyamizu praised softly.

"Does that pine tree look similar to the one in front of the living room of Miyamizu Shrine?" Hojo Kyosuke walked up to her and asked with a smile.

It was a neon five-needle pine, with its carefully constructed crown leaning against the eaves of the warehouse, serving as the “gate crown.”

"Hey! It really looks like it!" The girl who was focusing on the maple tree exuding rich vitality immediately shouted out in surprise when she heard this. He even walked forward and opened the glass door to get closer and take a closer look.

I obviously hated everything there when I was in Itomori, and felt that there were just trees except for the trees, but over the past few years, I have missed everything there, especially the beautiful pine tree...

In my memory, my mother always held a pair of gardening shears with brown handles, gently and carefully pruning the pine trees. When he was tired of reading, he ran over and was curious about what she was doing. She would hand over the scissors and hold her little hand in her big hand:

“Overly messy branches and leaves, leggy branches and leaves, as well as branches and leaves infested by diseases and insect pests must be cut off so that the pine trees can grow healthily and beautifully.

If it is not pruned for a long time and is allowed to grow freely, it will not only destroy its beauty but also weaken its growth. "

This is what her mother taught her.

Walking closer, Sanye saw that some inappropriate buds had grown on the pine trees.

"Can I help you repair it?" Pointing to the pine tree, she turned back to Hojo Kyosuke and asked.

"Of course." Someone who didn't know anything about gardens replied with a smile.

The girl stretched out her hand, gently picked off the buds, and threw them to the root of the tree. Soon it would become fertilizer.

"It's a pity that we don't have scissors. There are still some branches and leaves that need to be pruned." Mitsuba Miyamizu said regretfully as he clapped his hands.

"Haha, let's do it next time. It's time to cook." For some reason, Hojo Kyousuke suddenly felt cold all over. The small house hidden under the tree canopy is filled with tools, not to mention gardening shears and chain saws.

"Oh~ I almost forgot."

After touching her belly, the girl realized that she was already very hungry after running around all day.

Entering the kitchen, Hojo Kyosuke took out two aprons from the locker and walked over to tie Mitsuha Miyamizu's clothes.

“Can I have beef assorted fried rice?”

When he was wearing an apron, the fragrance of white plum blossoms from the girl naturally drifted into his nose.

"certainly!"

Feeling the warm and moist breath on her neck, Miyami Mitsuha's face turned red. She naturally knew why she chose this dish for dinner. Because in the previous pictures, whether it was Hojo Kyosuke or she, this was the most cooked food in that small apartment.

Although her memory was incomplete, she thought that for countless nights, she should have been sitting on Kyosuke's sofa, sitting in the obviously sunken position, watching TV programs that were not nutritious, and eating the top-quality white rice from Aunt Mijiko. Wagyu.

But unlike herself at that time, today, she could finally sit on the same sofa with Kyousuke and eat happily together.

In the spacious semi-open kitchen, Hojo Kyosuke is processing beef, and Miyomizu Mitsuha is cutting bell peppers and other vegetables. After processing the vegetables, the rice cooker also buzzed.

“Who will complete the next steps?”

Hojo Kyosuke lowered his head, Miyamizu Mitsuba raised his face and asked this question at the same time.

The boy wearing a black apron and the girl wearing a pink apron, on a day like this, both want each other to taste the food they made by themselves.

"Ichiro (together)"

The two people who said this in unison raised their lips and laughed.

Because the kitchen space is large enough, the gap between the three-burner gas stove is also wide, and two non-stick pans can be placed on it without crowding.

The concept of "stir-frying" is not used much in neon food, but Hojo Kyosuke is of course more accustomed to this cooking method, so there are many pans and "Chinese pots" used for stir-frying at home.

After preheating, put the beef with beautiful snowflake texture on it. After the beef changes color slightly, add colorful vegetables. The two people who followed the same steps smiled at each other. This unique warmth between husband and wife is really addictive.

Instead of eating at the kitchen table, Hojo Kyosuke took out a low table and placed it on the carpet in the living room.

Two servings of beef assorted fried rice were served on the table. He took out the cup given to Mitsuha Miyamizu and filled it with a full glass of ice cola and a fruit smoothie prepared for his mother.

Finally turn on the TV, yes of course there is a TV. Home theater and TV are completely different existences. Well, not having a TV at home is as terrible as not having a maple tree in a Japanese garden.

"Ah! This is the cup that appears in my memory! I've searched in many stores but can't find the same one. It doesn't feel right at all!"

Seeing the glass brought by Hojo Kyosuke, Mitsuha Miyamizu immediately shouted in surprise.

"I made this with my own hands. It's the only one in the world!" Hojo Kyosuke said cheerfully. Seeing that Mitsuha Miyamizu still remembered this cup after losing so many memories, he felt extremely satisfied.

After exchanging dishes, the two looked at each other's faces and shouted, "I'm going to start." Then they lowered their heads and started eating.

"tasty!"

Mitsuha Miyamizu, as a traditional neon person, did not blow air like Hojo Kyousuke habitually did, but directly put it into his mouth, and was the first to exclaim.

"Kyosuke, are you so good at cooking? Has Yotsuba been eating this level of food for more than two years?"

Mitsuha Miyamizu widened her eyes cutely and said in disbelief, no wonder her sister would always miss her. I originally thought that Kyousuke's cooking skills were at most as good as mine, and that he could make home-cooked meals. After all, the midnight snacks they chose were simple dishes, but now...

He unceremoniously put his chopsticks into the bowl in front of Hojo Kyousuke, picked up a piece of beef he had stir-fried and put it into his mouth.

Sure enough, the beef that is exactly the same is incomparable to the one you cook yourself. The beef is as fresh as if it had just been cut and delivered to the table. It melts when you chew it gently, and the fragrance of the vegetables is perfectly blended into it.

"Haha, my cooking skills at that time were not as good as now." Hojo Kyousuke said with a smile. Has he finally reached the level where he can conquer ignorant girls with his Asashi and cooking skills?

"Ah, in such a comparison, I'm so bad at it." The girl whimpered unwillingly. Maybe she didn't notice the coquettish tone in her voice.

"No way!" Hojo Kyousuke lifted the bowl, pushed a few big mouthfuls of rice into his mouth, swallowed it in a few times, and gave a thumbs up:

"It all tastes like home, exactly as I imagined. And this is made by Sanye himself, full of love!"

"Hehe~~" smiled with satisfaction, Mitsuha Miyamizu also lifted the bowl and imitated the other party's vigorous efforts to pick up the rice, without paying any attention to her ladylike image.

Seeing the girl's relaxed posture, the smile on someone's face became even brighter.

"Should we go check out the apartment next?" Hojo Kyousuke asked after finishing the meal and handing over the dishwashing task to the magic cabinet.

"Let's go to the apartment another day. It's already too late today." Although he was very moved, Miyamizu Mitsuha still refused when he thought that due to his own reasons, Kyousuke had wasted a whole day of precious time with his family.

The two of them had said before when they were chatting that the Hojo family's pasture was now entrusted to a neighbor to take care of it. The worried Hojo Yuichi would be rushing back in two days.

"Yes, then I'll take you back, just in time for a walk."

After hearing that Mitsuha Miyamizu had been admitted to Ochanomizu Women's University, Hojo Kyosuke already knew where the other party lived, because the Miyamizu Toshiki's residence in Tokyo that he had seen by chance before was less than 500 meters away from the school. Kohinata Town.

"Huh? Are you walking?" Mitsuha Miyamizu said a little disappointed. She still wanted to see the Rocket 33 she used to ride on her commute.

"Aren't you wearing a skirt when riding a bike?" Hojo Kyosuke pointed to the ladylike skirt on the other person's body.

"Oh, hehe, it seems so." The girl smiled sheepishly, still a little regretful.

"But it's not impossible. Just wait for me."

Seeing the girl's expression, Hojo Kyousuke thought for a while, gave an explanation, and walked to the storage room. His mother, Miyoko Hojo, has been shopping freely these days. She bought a lot of all kinds of clothes and pants, all brand new. Just find a casual sportswear for Mitsuha.

"Huh?" Miyamizu Mitsuha looked at Hojo Kyosuke in surprise when he saw the sportswear with the trademark still on it.

"It's my mother's."

"Is it okay?"

"An Xin, she doesn't even remember how much she bought. I will explain to her later."

"But..." No matter how you say it, it's too rude.

"Okay, hurry up and change." Hojo Kyousuke stuffed the clothes into the other person's arms, gently pushed her towards the stairs, and told the vacant room.