Chapter 357 Slowly forgetting is my best salvation for you (6K7)

"School doctor, what are you..."

Before Natsume Naoki could recall the tenderness on his lips and what he asked, he froze on the spot.

A large number of memories surged down like a flood that burst a dam, plunging into his fragile brain.

"Well!"

It was like waking up from a hangover and catching a cold. Natsume Naoki felt as if his head was about to explode in pain, and the feeling of pins and needles came one after another!

He bent over, covering his head with a face full of pain, but his eyes were wide open and looking at the ground. At this time, his brain no longer allowed him to think and process anything he saw through his eyeballs.

Although his understanding has returned and his thinking ability is far beyond ordinary people, now he has no energy left at all.

"Hey hey hey, what's wrong with you!" Chizuru Amamiya noticed something was wrong, but she was not as quick as Izumi Mio.

The latter rushed directly to him and supported him: "Naoki-kun! What's wrong with you? Don't scare me!"

Her face was full of worry and anxiety, but she didn't dare to do anything rashly towards Natsume Naoki.

The senior who often faced injuries and accidents knew very well that she could not move or touch the wounded at will, so she only dared to gently hold Natsume Naoki's shoulders and let him lean into her arms.

"I won't pursue the matter of you being forcibly kissed just now. You...don't scare me. Tell me you're just faking it!"

In Amamiya Chizuru's perception at this time, since Asai Mao is missing, and Izumi Mio's progress is so slow, she has already regarded herself as Natsume Naoki's main palace to a certain extent.

The senior sister is just a shy concubine. As for the school doctor...the school doctor is a wild flower on the roadside.

Izumi Mio was anxious at this moment, as helpless as a little wife whose husband was injured. Natsume Naoki shook his head, paused for a long time, and stretched out his hand to signal to his senior sister that she was okay.

The senior sister quickly found a futon and spread it on the ground, then gently supported him and asked him to sit down and rest.

After sitting on his knees and supporting his knees with both hands, Natsume Naoki lowered his head and took a deep breath, his eyes becoming clear and a little incredulous.

"My head feels so itchy, I feel like I'm going to grow a brain."

"Be more serious!"

Izumi Mio and Amamiya Chizuru were nervous. After waiting for a long time, he took a deep breath and made a joke seriously.

The little rich woman cursed loudly and rushed over to hit him on the head, but Natsume Naoki easily grabbed his wrist.

But let alone, the originally tense atmosphere was deftly resolved by his joke.

The little rich woman looked at the elegant and confident smile on the corner of his mouth, and realized later that she was surprised by the maturity he showed at this time——

Being able to take care of everyone's mood and neutralize everyone's anxiety is actually very difficult for a mature Leader.

But Natsume Naoki did it easily.

"I remembered everything." Naoki Natsume clenched his fist: "Whether it's the memory of childhood or the memory of Mao."

"Mao?" The little rich woman was a little confused: "Is it Asai Mao? Your little boy who died... met an accident in his childhood?"

"She is still alive." Natsume Naoki said firmly: "As long as I am willing to sacrifice this newly recovered memory, I can save her!"

He stood up and looked around the hut, but he couldn't feel Zheno's presence.

Originally full of confidence, he felt a thump in his heart. He rushed out of the hut and looked at the silent bamboo forest. He called anxiously: "Mao! Mao, can you hear me? If you can hear me, answer me!"

"Mao!!"

"Mao, I'm here to take you home!"

His shouts echoed in the bamboo forest, and the sound disturbed the owl beasts, birds and insects in the mountain forest, causing a fight.

The old palace minister sitting in the hut shook his head: "It's too late, Natsume-sama. I'm afraid the moment you woke up was Miss Mao's last moment... It's too late, I can feel that she has already

Not here anymore.”

This is what is called retrospection.

Her soul dissipated like the wind, and in her last moments, she resolutely chose to embrace Natsume Naoki.

"No."

Natsume Naoki rushed back to the hut, took a deep breath and sat on the futon, looking at the old palace secretary firmly: "I won't let this happen...as long as I can find traces of Mao's existence.

, even in a dream!”

"I saved her once and I can save her a second time." He said to the old palace secretary: "Send me back to my dream, starting from the time I was born."

The old palace secretary frowned slightly when he heard this: "Natsume-sama, are you sure? With such a long memory, I can't decide when you will wake up... If you experience it carefully, even if you wake up immediately after falling asleep, you may already be there.

Ten years have passed in the dream, and such a huge amount of information may make you lost, and you can't tell where is the dream and what is reality."

This is what Liang Ke said in his dream. Since he has spent sixty years in the dream, can he still accept this fact after waking up?

The old palace secretary paused and continued: "The greater possibility is that you will not wake up at all. I also pursued the lost person in my dream. That time I only spent three months in the dream.

It has been several days since I woke up in the mountains. If it had been any later, I would have died of hunger and thirst."

"I have made up my mind." Natsume Naoki said firmly: "I will regret it for the rest of my life if I can't save Mao."

Without waiting for the girls behind him to speak, he looked back and said firmly: "If something happens to you, I will make the same choice. Since I, Natsume Naoki, have decided to accept your love and affection, I must take responsibility.

After all, I know you don’t remember Zheno now, and even if you return your memories to me, auntie, I’m afraid you’ll be confused. But please believe me!”

After regaining his memory, Natsume Naoki is the complete person of the past. Even the habit of calling Nanami Ye has become the smooth aunt before.

Amamiya Chizuru pulled up a futon and sat down too.

"Hey old man, you are very capable, right?" She raised her chin and patted her chest: "After this incident is over, I promise to renovate the shrine at the foot of the mountain from the inside out. I heard that you won't collect incense.

So life is a little tight, and I have to rely on Fushimi Inari Shrine to go to the countryside to provide relief. Don’t worry, I will cover your salary at the shrine in the future!"

She finished talking about the treatment issue very confidently, and then said in a serious tone: "So, I want to ask you to let me have the same dream as him!"

The old palace minister was silent for a moment and asked: "Miss, Natsume-sama risked his life to save Miss Mao. Although I don't understand the grudges and entanglements in the world of mortals, there is no reason why you should do the same. What's more,

According to Natsume-sama, you can’t remember anything about Miss Mao at all.”

"Who said I was going to save that little boy?" Amamiya Chizuru crossed her arms, "The person next to me is the one I, Amamiya Chizuru, consider to be the love of my life, and the one who will inherit the Amamiya Foundation with me in the future.

My golden son-in-law is the one I must marry! For him to risk his life to save an insubstantial guy is simply crazy in my opinion!"

She turned her head and looked up at Natsume Naoki, her originally arrogant and unhappy expression softened a little.

She smiled and said: "Although I am arrogant and domineering and an arrogant playboy, I also know that as a wife, my husband is going to take risks, and staying with him at this time is the most romantic thing!"

Natsume Naoki, who regained his memory and regained his understanding, easily understood what to say at this time.

He nodded and rubbed the little rich woman's head with his big hands, "I know I can't persuade you, so let's go together!"

"Hehe." The little rich woman showed a bright smile: "Senior Dog has become smarter, hee~"

Izumi Mio also came over, and Amamiya Chizuru tilted her head to look at her: "I thought you didn't have such courage!"

"I don't understand these big principles you are talking about," Izumi Mio also looked at Amamiya Chizuru: "But there is one thing I will never lose to you... I want to prove that as a wife, I am more qualified than you!

"

The old palace secretary knew that the current situation was beyond his control, so he sighed and looked at Qihaiye: "Where are you, young lady?"

Nanamiye smiled slightly: "Whether I am an aunt or a school nurse, I cannot let these little guys sit back and do nothing... Although I really want to say this, I have to be responsible for taking care of their bodies while they are sleeping. Once I find that something is wrong,

, I will send them to the hospital immediately."

Natsume Naoki gave her a thumbs up and smiled back: "It's up to you!"

The old palace minister sighed heavily again, held the burning incense in his hand, and waved it gently in front of the three people: "Go!"

Amamiya Chizuru's expression suddenly changed, she turned around and opened her mouth to shout at Natsume Naoki, but the next moment her vision went black and she lost consciousness.

The three people closed their eyes, staggered and collapsed together.

"How long does it usually take for them to wake up?" Qihaiye looked at the old palace secretary with a slightly startled expression.

"Ahem!"

The old palace minister coughed twice, and his white hair lost its luster at a speed visible to the naked eye and turned into withered grass. His skin was sagging, and there were age spots on his face. He was originally a tough little old man, but in the blink of an eye, he became fading and drooping.

Too old.

After he coughed, he waved his hands gently and looked very free and easy with a smile on his face: "This world is fair. Even Natsume-sama has to work hard for ten years if he wants to save people, let alone me."

Qihaiye stared at him silently, and then asked: "Is it because I dreamed for too long this time?"

"It can be as short as one night, or as long as a lifetime. I can't guarantee exactly when they will wake up." The old palace secretary said softly: "Everyone is working hard and has tried their best... But I believe that Miss Mao is

worth it."

After a long time, Qihaiye said with a very solemn expression: "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

The old palace minister smiled kindly.

——

The surrounding environment became unreal, but Amamiya Chizuru was somewhat used to it——

This shows that the illusion is taking shape, and she has returned to the dream again.
To be continued...