That night, Mogami Kazuto still failed to practice his cooking proficiency.

It's just such insignificant things that he doesn't care about.

I took a shower early, returned to the bedroom, turned on the computer, and entered creative time.

The ideas are surprisingly clear and the writing is very smooth. This is a rare situation that even Mogami Kazuto himself was shocked.

Just because what he is writing now is a love story.

Every time he steps into a new writing field, it is like untying a piece of clothing from a girl, revealing to him a scenery he has never experienced before.

He still can't understand the girl's heart, but it is this confusion and confusion that can become the most realistic psychological portrayal of the protagonist.

The protagonist will be just like him, confused and confused, sighing at how incredible girls are.

Time passed unknowingly, and when he hit the last Enter key, the continuous sound of shafts that had been hovering in the room suddenly stopped.

On the computer screen, the blank and somewhat dazzling document was now covered with dense black characters, running vertically line by line from right to left.

Mogami Kazuto picked up the cup and found that the water in it was already empty. He got up and went downstairs and went into the kitchen to boil a pot of water.

Although in theory, there is no problem in drinking it directly, the habit of more than 20 years has made him still like to drink boiled water.

The living room was flashing with warm yellow light, and Mogami Kazuto was leaning against the kitchen counter, staring at the dark night outside through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The water in the kettle was bubbling and making a frightening sound, which reminded Mogami Kazuto of a certain anime he had watched.

After this, I probably won't be stabbed by the girl who suddenly appears.

The young man in the middle of the night is having inexplicable random thoughts.

After the water boiled, Mogami Kazuto poured a glass, turned off the lights in the living room, and went upstairs.

When passing by Mogami Saori's bedroom, the sound of Mogami Saori talking to someone could be heard faintly inside. It seemed that she was talking to someone.

Mogami Kazuto returned to the bedroom without stopping.

Nothing happened all night.

The next day was Saturday, so Mogami Kazuto didn't have to go to work. By the time he came downstairs, it was already ten o'clock in the morning.

Saori Mogami seemed to have left the house early and was not at home. The work of a voice actor is naturally different from that of an office worker like him.

If you are an unknown new voice actor, it is normal for you to not receive any work for a whole month.

But Saori Mogami is a popular voice actor in the industry today, so her workload is naturally not less, and there won’t be much difference even on weekends and weekdays.

I found a note left by Saori Mogami on the dining table, saying that breakfast was in the refrigerator, with a cute expression on it.

To be honest, the painting is a bit ugly.

But it's so ugly that it's a little cute.

She could just leave a message using Line, but she still had to do such troublesome things. She found breakfast wrapped in plastic wrap in the refrigerator, which contained bacon and fried eggs.

After finishing breakfast, Mogami and Kazuto washed the dishes, and then lay lazily on the sofa in a daze.

When thinking about going to his parents' house tomorrow, Mogami Kazuto felt complicated. He had not yet decided how to face his current parents.

Even though his memory of them was extremely clear, Mogami Kazuto could not have any feelings for these two people.

To him, his parents were just characters who appeared in a movie called "The Past of Mogami Kazuto".

Mogami Kazuto knew in his heart that he could not be the original owner, could not write words like him, and could not like the people he liked.

Taking over their son's body and seizing his spirit without authorization is an extremely bad act, but there is nothing he can do.

This is the feeling of powerlessness that reality brings to Mogami Kazuto.

In the final analysis, he still had no idea why he became Mogami Kazuto.

It’s better not to think about things you don’t understand.

Mogami Kazuto returned to the bedroom and randomly picked out a novel from the bookshelf.

Trying to use other people's stories to soothe my unstable mind and forget about the movie in my heart.

Sitting at the table, flipping through the papers quietly, feeling the caress of the paper on his fingertips, his heart gradually calmed down.

…

…

[What you can’t forget will never be forgotten, and there is no use keeping what you can forget.]

After reading this sentence, Mogami Kazuto was obviously stunned. It took more than a minute before he breathed a long sigh of relief and silently turned to the next page.

But my mood is no longer as depressing as before.

Words are truly magical things.

That's why he loves writing so much.

This must be the same for the original owner.

He murmured: "I am Kazuto Mogami."

At half past twelve, footsteps came from the corridor, and not long after, there was a knock on the door of Mogami Kazuto's bedroom.

Saori Mogami opened the door and walked in.

"and people."

"you are back."

"It's time to tidy up, we're going out."

"Well, I understand."

"Then I'll wait for you downstairs."

"good."

After changing into casual and loose clothes, and making sure that his mobile phone, keys, watermelon card and other things were not left behind, Mogami Kazuto left the bedroom and went downstairs.

Seeing Kazuto Mogami coming down from upstairs and Saori Mogami standing up and walking over while sitting on the sofa.

"Is it okay to go to Shinjuku?"

"Um."

"Then let's set off."

Saori Mogami picked up her satchel, slung it over her body, and pulled Mogami and Kazuto out with a smile on her face.

The June sunshine in the afternoon shone on this city. It seemed like this was the first time since we moved side by side with Saori Mogami on the street.

As we walked all the way to the station, we saw the scenery we were used to seeing, but for some reason, the scenery today was more vivid.

I swiped my card and entered the station. There was still a short distance from the platform. The melody of the imminent departure sounded on the radio. It was too late now. I just waited for the next one. There was no rush anyway.

"It's very dangerous to catch the car at the last minute, please don't do it."

Walking onto the platform, the steward's reminder sounded over the radio. A middle-aged man in a suit tried hard to squeeze into the car. The door got stuck a few times, but he finally got in.

Mogami and his wife stood on the platform and watched the train start.

"Kazuto, regarding dad's birthday gift, what should I buy better?"

After all, he is Mogami Kazuto's father, so he should understand his father's preferences.

When she was a child, she would often go to Mogami's house to play, but since the fifth grade, she has gained a clearer gender consciousness, coupled with frequent inquiries from her friends about her relationship with Mogami Kazuto, she has stopped

Been there.

It wasn't until a few months ago that she went to Mogami's house again, that time to announce their marriage.

Mogami Kazuto's parents were surprised, but they still welcomed her as warmly as they did when they were children.
Chapter completed!