"Is it a diary?"

When Hojo Makoto heard Ryona's words, he looked happy and stepped forward and stood beside her, watching her carry out an exquisite small box from the cabinet.

"I don't know what it is, but Ryona hasn't collected this kind of thing yet. Judging from the size of the box, it should be used to hold books or something?"

Ryana handed the box to Makoto Hojo.

"I'll take a look."

Makoto Hojo opened the lid, and what appeared in front of him were several diaries stacked together, neatly.

"That's it!"

He breathed quickly, turned around and walked to the desk to put down the box, took out all the diary and arranged it into a row.

There are three books in total.

The solid color cover only has the printed word "diary".

"What we are looking for is the first diary you wrote after you went back, seven years ago, 2014."

Makoto Hojo looked through the diary locally, then his eyebrows quickly frowned, and his hands moved from being slow to being quick.

"What's wrong?"

Ryona stood aside obediently without causing trouble.

"wrong."

Makoto Hojo frowned and flipped the paper, checking the three diaries back and forth, his face became less beautiful.

"The earliest diary here is 15 years old, and it records the story of Liangna's second-year high school incident. There is no most important one."

"Ryana is now in the first grade."

Ryona was not only not depressed when she heard his words, but she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and lit her little head and said confidently:

"My guess was wrong before. Teacher Yuzhi was not me who returned from the future. Maybe she started writing a diary for some other reason."

There was obvious pleasure in her beautiful eyes.

"Ryanna knew that she would never forget Makoto no matter what."

Makoto Hojo looked at the curve of the curling corners of Ryanna's mouth that usually required manual operation to show a smile. He could imagine how happy she was now, but he couldn't be happy.

"Ryona, I understand your thoughts, but I still have to say something."

He raised his hand and held Ryona's shoulders. Compared with some parts, everyone looked slim.

"The only clue we have now is Teacher Yuzhi's diary. No matter the truth, I hope you can stand on the same front with me."

The last thing Makoto Hojo wants to see now is that Ryana is unwilling to go home.

"Of course Ryanna knows..."

She lowered her head with her little mouth flattened and said softly: "Does Cheng think that the original diary was put away by the future me?"

"I can only think so if I don't have this box."

Hojo Masa still believes that Mr. Tamaki has this experience with him.

"Ryona believes in Makoto..."

Liangna's eyes dimmed a moment, and she seemed to be unable to accept this result, and she said stubbornly:

"But Ryana didn't say that she would forget Makoto."

"knew."

Hojo Makoto hugged Ryona in his arms, rubbed her little head and said, "I trust Ryona too."

"Do you like Ryana?"

She asked in a low voice.

"Just one."

Hojo Makoto's intentional way.

“Um…”

Liangna's cheeks suddenly bulged.

"I like it very much if I lie to you."

Makoto Hojo smiled and pinched her cheek, then said quickly without giving her a proud opportunity: "Let's keep doing the business. Since there is no diary in this box, where do you think you will be?"

"Well..."

Liangna tilted her little head, thought for a while, suddenly pointed to the bed in the bedroom and said:

"When Ryona was a child, she would put things she cherished under the bed, just like Makoto, so she might be there."

"ah?"

Makoto Hojo opened his eyes wide and looked at Ryuna, and said with his mouth open: "Did you see it?"

As a teenager, he still has some unspoken collections.

"no……"

Ryana quickly raised her hand and covered her little mouth.

"I heard it very clearly just now."

Makoto Hojo grabbed her weak and boneless ears with a dark face.

"Because when Makoto went to school, Ryona was lonely at home alone, so she couldn't help but want to find a 'treasure'."

Ryona pleaded guilty and lowered her head.

"You can play with your phone more interesting than watching photo albums that I don't even have any interest in myself, right?"

Makoto Hojo couldn't bear to scold her for being wronged.

"Has Cheng lost interest in the big guy?"

Liangna's focus was always so clear. She subconsciously put her hands on her chest, looking at Makoto Hojo as if she was hit hard.

“I’m talking about those models.”

Makoto Hojo remembers that the heroines in his magazines are indeed Ryona.

That's why he disdained my wife Lan.

However, although football is good, after trying table tennis, I actually feel it is not bad.

"Makoto said this and it's relieved."

Ryana said with a relaxed sigh.

"You have been wrong again."

Hojo Makoto poked Ryona's forehead and did not pursue it anymore. After all, he was going to do the same thing now.

"Are you talking about under the bed or where?"

He walked to the bed and asked Ryuna.

“There is a storage compartment under the bed.”

Liangna said and squatted down, but because her chest could reach the knees, she changed to a kneeling position and lay on the ground and reached out to touch the bed.

In Hojo Makoto's sight, she was just sticking out and twisting with a very seductive look.

Small pink and white pieces looming.

"Let me get it."

Makoto Hojo couldn't stand it. What did the designers of the bed think? Does privacy and security be the selling point?

“It has been found.”

Ryana quickly pulled out a small grid from under the bed.

Makoto Hojo looked over and found that there were some messy things inside, which made people tell at a glance that it was a child's collection.

But what cheered him up was a booklet among the strange things.

"The future Ryanna is a fool..."

Liangna picked up the diary with a clear feeling of loss, and did not read it by herself, but handed it to Hojo Makoto directly.

"Don't say that to yourself."

Makoto Hojo shaved her little nose with laughter and tears.

"Unforgivable."

Ryona didn't dare to raise her head as if she was reflecting. When Makoto Hojo knew that she had been at this moment, she was willing to believe that Teacher Tamaki had the same experience as her.

"If it is force majeure, there is no way."

Makoto Hojo rubbed her little head, then sat down beside the bed, and turned his gaze to the diary in his hand.
To be continued...