"Where are we going now?" The young woman looked in the direction they were coming, then turned to look to the other side.

"Walking a few kilometers further, you should be there." The young man held his waist and looked at the woman's gaze with his hands, and said with a few breaths of breath, "My uncle said that he was here, and he wanted to build a large factory and a tall building. If we go find work, we will definitely make a lot of money!"

"I never want to stay in that broken village again."

The woman nodded with her eyebrows down and said, "Well, let's live by ourselves."

"Go ahead, walk forward, and ask the way if you find someone." The man carried the luggage of big and small bags on his shoulders, and then took the snakeskin bag at the woman's feet.

"I'm not tired." She didn't let go, but she couldn't resist the man.

The man smiled generously: "You keep your energy to cook for me at night, find a house to settle down, and have to clean up the sleeping area!"

He looked at the two people's entire belongings: "There are so many things."

Asakawa followed the two of them and breathed a sigh of relief.

The young couple didn't notice him and treated him as air.

This is a good thing. There are the lessons of the senior sister and Chuluoye. Asakusa is afraid of the time paradox, and his every move may affect history.

Fortunately, the ignorance of these two people confirmed that in this storybook, there is an illusory bubble of memory.

He is now a bystander, standing on the bank of the long river of history, watching the duckweed floating in the water below the river.

"Do you love your parents?" Asakawa hung a dozen steps behind the two of them, rubbing his chin and murmured: "Is this too young?"

"Can you be underage?"

Thinking back to the way he saw Mrs. Yuki in reality, he seemed very young, only thirty years younger.

If you count as thirty-three years old, Yuki Ai is the same age as herself this year, then that means...

Mrs. Yuki gave birth to Yuki Ai when she was seventeen or eighteen years old?!

Although Japan advocates early marriage and early childbirth, if you have a child at the age of seventeen or eighteen, you have to get pregnant one year ahead of time. Now Mrs. Yuki obviously has no obvious signs of pregnancy, which means that these two people are younger than themselves?

Asakawa had to accept this fact, and he didn't know what the president's father did. He took his girlfriend out for a while at such a young age...

Drop out of school and work?

Or did he not go to school at all and escape from his home at the age of age?

"Now, the two of them are quite happy. In addition to having nothing, they are in line with the characteristics of a young man going out for a walk... It would be better to say that having nothing is also a relatively significant feature." Asakawa murmured.

Just look at this clip. Before Yuki Ai was born, her parents were very loving young couples. Like other young people who went out to work, they were full of longing for life. So far, there is no strange thing.

The Yuki family's storybook flew out from Asahikawa's chest and floated in mid-air.

The pages of the book flipped and arrived at the first page of the text.

The left and right sides are like fairy tales with text, but they are different from ordinary story books. The system produces it, and it has to be a bit of a brand-name no matter how you say it is.

Those pictures are alive, moving like gif animations.

[The young couple Yukimaru and Uesugi Akina came from a remote northern village to Kanagawa Prefecture in the southeastern central area to work. At that time, the Yokohama Industrial Zone was booming. The nearby Kawasaki City needed a large number of migrant workers. The construction sites everywhere here allowed the couple's dream of the city to take root]

The handwriting seemed to be written by someone, one by one, one by one, and one stroke at a time. Along with the words, the pictures also added some of the causes and consequences of the story to Torikawa.

He saw some pictures of a man leading Mrs. Yuki to kneel in front of the grave and crying. He also saw a middle-aged man pointing to the distance outside the mountain and saying something.

Then, he saw the man leading the woman onto a bus leaving home.

"Yukimaru and Uesugi Akina should be the names of the president's parents, right? Then, as stated in this way, Mrs. Yuki should be called Yuki Akina now."

Asakawa murmured: "It sounds like the name of a star, and now it seems that the president's genes come from his mother. When his wife was young, she was so devoted to the poor boy who looked unremarkable. Tsk, an enviable love."

But then he smiled: "Well, although my love is enviable, and there is more than one."

The text and pictures were all the time when the couple got off the car from the north to Kanagawa Prefecture. Asuka looked at the end of the page on the left, then tentatively stretched out his finger and pinched the left footer and turned the page right.

The pictures and text on the next page seemed to be tide, sweeping across Asikawa in an instant.

He was surprised and took a step back half a step, and then the surrounding scenery began to change again!

"Please leave me your evening work!"

The man's pleading sounded, and Asakusa looked over and found himself standing outside a mobile room on a construction site.

It was already evening and dusk, and you could see a little bit of white fish in the distance. I believe that in a few minutes, the white area will be completely eroded by blue gray and night will fall.

The dim lights were lit in the prefabricated room, and Yukimaru's back blocked Akigawa's vision, making him unable to see who was sitting opposite him.

However, depending on the layout in the room, it should be a contractor or something.

"I want two thousand yen. Give me two thousand. I'll work for one night!" Yukimaru's anxious voice sounded again. Whether it was his voice or his back, it was a little more vicissitudes than he had just seen.

"It should be a while later, right?" Asakawa guessed: "It may be a year."

Men grow up very quickly, from months to night, which is enough for them to complete the transformation from a teenager to a man.

"Yuki, it's not that I don't need you. Look at your current state, and you will die suddenly if you do it."

The contractor said, "I know your wife has a big belly and can't do it on the construction site, but if you work so hard, have you ever thought about what she will do if she collapses?"

"But the doctor said that the hospitalization fee is tens of thousands, and the surgery is even more than tens of thousands. I just built a house a few years ago, so where did the surgery money come from?"

Yukimaru was anxious, "You can give me that job tonight!"

The contractor thought for a while and nodded helplessly: "Okay, I'll give you two thousand, you can do it. But if you are tired, you can rest for a while. If you take two thousand, you can do two thousand. Don't pay your life, and I will join in!"

"Thank you, thank you!"

Asakawa watched Yukimaru leave the construction site and rushed back in the moonlight.

He walked to the snack stall outside the construction site, brought some fried goods and bread, and calculated carefully when paying, but finally gritted his teeth and returned the canned beer that had been covered in warmth in his hand, and gave the boss a smile.

After walking out from the township for about ten minutes, Torichuan gradually realized this road.

He followed Yukimaru on the ridge, looking back at the construction site while walking, thinking that the construction site that Yukimaru did was the Women's National Middle School where the president later came from.

It is estimated that some parents may have participated in building this relationship, so Yukishi was exempted from tuition when he went to school.

This road is the Tianlong that the president later ran through countless times. Here are the memories of Yukichi's childhood love and his parents' beautiful youth.

This reminded Aoichuan of the local dog, who was dirty but was very happy every day, chasing the butterflies in the field.

It was that dog. When Yukio went to Tokyo to go to school, he chased the train and scolded her and let her die and go to the big city.

Looking at the hut at the end of the field ridge, Asukao stood under the lamp of the telephone pole and stopped.
Chapter completed!