Japanese big things

Miyagoshi Aimi's move to change the topic was a little too abrupt, so that Nakamura Masahiro felt caught off guard. He calmed down, and his eyes turned to Miyagoshi Aimi, and the two of them looked at each other inadvertently.

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Time seemed to stand still for an instant. There was no sound in Nakamura Masahiro's ears, and everything around him seemed to be imprisoned. His heartbeat began to speed up inexplicably, and a sound like a deer bumping around hit his heart.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Nakamura Masahiro seemed to see his own figure in Miyagoshi Aimi's eyes. He subconsciously held his breath, and he avoided the girl's gaze in a panic, and turned his sight to the unknown distance.
"I'm not busy with anything, I just have a lot to do."

He raised his hand and put it to his mouth. Masahiro Nakamura pretended to be uncomfortable and coughed twice. His accelerated heartbeat also eased a little. He answered in a vague tone.

Nakamura Masahiro is not a timid person, but he is still a little uncomfortable facing Miyagoshi Aimei's burning eyes. When he was wandering around the country, he was not without aggressive eyes from girls.

, but those glances have some kind of profit purpose. The analogy between hunter and prey can be accepted by Masahiro Nakamura calmly.

But Miyagoshi Aimei is different. There is no desire in her eyes, but only sincere enthusiasm. Maybe she also has some other little thoughts, but how complicated can a girl of her age be?

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A long suspension bridge appeared in front, about a few hundred meters long. The bridge deck was paved with wooden planks and was not very wide. It could only allow three people to pass side by side.

There are iron guardrails on both sides for safety. The outside of the guardrail is empty, and below is a bottomless abyss. I don’t know how deep it is. Anyway, it is hazy and shrouded in clouds and mist, which makes people feel a little scared.

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"Yahong-kun, can we find another place to go around?"

Standing on the upper bridge of the suspension bridge, Miyakoshi Aimi looked down, feeling uncontrollable fear, her face turned slightly pale, and her legs could not help but tremble.

"Go around? It doesn't seem possible. There are no roads nearby."

Nakamura Masahiro looked around. Except for the suspension bridge in front of him, there was no other path that could pass through as far as he could see. Maybe there was, but it was definitely far away, just not visible.<

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"But, Masahiro-kun, it's really scary."

Taking two steps back timidly, Miyakoshi Aimi covered her chest with her right hand, with a frightened expression on her face. Obviously, she was very afraid of the abyss under the suspension bridge.

"There is nothing to be afraid of. As long as you pay attention, there will be no problem."

People have a natural fear of the bottomless abyss. Nakamura Masahiro could understand Miyagoshi's love for beauty, so he comforted him. After all, we are already here, we can't just go home, right?

"Yahong-kun, I don't dare."

A little further away from the suspension bridge, Miyakoshi Aimi's heaving chest calmed down, and her nervousness was relieved. She looked timidly at Masahiro Nakamura, looking pitiful.

Miyakoshi Aimi agreed with Nakamura Masahiro's words. But as soon as she approached the suspension bridge and saw the abyss below, she couldn't help but feel dizzy, and her body seemed to have lost its strength.

Although I really want to overcome the fear from my heart, thoughts are thoughts after all, and they cannot resist the body's instinctive reaction. My heart felt sour, and a slight heat surged into my eyes. Miyagoshi Aimei sniffed in dissatisfaction, and her eyes

moist.

"Uh, this..."

The corners of her eyes were moist, and Miyagoshi Aimei's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist. I saw the pitiful look that made Nakamura Masahiro couldn't help feeling pity.

He looked around again, and then walked to the wooden plank deck of the suspension bridge to try it out. The bridge deck was quite stable, but the premise was that the movement range should not be too large, otherwise, the suspension bridge would begin to crack.

Slight turmoil.

For Nakamura Masahiro, this kind of small turmoil is actually within the acceptable range. As long as he doesn't stagger around to death, it basically doesn't have much impact. But in the case of Miyakoshi Aimi, it is estimated that it will

It’s very difficult.

"Miyagoesang, come here, I will lead you over, and you follow me."

Returning to Miyagoshi Aimei, Nakamura Masahiro stretched out his hand and took her white and weak hand without any explanation. It was so soft that there seemed to be no strength at all. A cold feeling came over him, and the cold touch was instantly conveyed to Nakamura Masahiro's hand.

Up.

"Eh?"

Her eyes were wide open, and her confused expression seemed to have pressed the pause button. Before Miyagoshi Aimi had time to react, her little hand was tightly held by Nakamura Masahiro.

The nervousness was replaced by a sudden shyness, and a blush crept onto her cheeks. She tried to pull her little hand away from Nakamura Masahiro's, but the firm hand was as powerful as a pliers, and she didn't do anything.

Move.

"Is that okay? Miyakoshi-san."

Nakamura Masahiro looked at her steadily, with a very determined look in his eyes. Now that we are here, it is impossible to go back the way we came. If Miyakoshi Aimi is afraid, this seems to be the only suitable way.<

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"Hi."

She responded involuntarily, and Miyakoshi Aimi buried her head, like a timid quail, obediently letting Nakamura Masahiro lead her forward.

She can show bold enthusiasm and show her emotions to Nakamura Masahiro almost explicitly. But these super brave external performances are actually the courage she finally mustered up.

When courage exists, and she has this confidence, she can try without fear. But after the courage that is the confidence slips away, she returns to her nature as a little girl, after all, she is as young as a flower.

Just like a balloon with a crack poked out, as the gas quietly passed by, the bulging state slowly shrank into a shriveled state. The two completely different shapes are indeed the same material.

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"If you are still scared, you can close your eyes."

Arriving in front of the suspension bridge, Nakamura Masahiro felt the little hand he was holding begin to tremble. He knew that Miyakoshi Aimei was still afraid, so he firmly held the girl's weak and boneless hand and gave her a comforting smile.

"Yeah."

Nodding obediently, Miyakoshi Aimi closed her eyes as expected. There was still a nervous expression on her face, and she followed Nakamura Masahiro onto the suspension bridge tremblingly.

Probably because her eyes were closed, although Miyakoshi Aimi still couldn't help feeling scared and moved slowly, her performance was obviously much normal.

Nakamura Masahiro walked slowly in front, holding Miyagoshi Aimei's little hand tightly in his hand, leading her slowly forward. The guardrails on both sides were empty, and the misty abyss below was hazy, with a slight breeze from time to time.

The coolness that comes with the breeze makes people feel a little bit of comfort.

The clear blue sky is cloudless, as clear as jasper, without even a trace of flocculation, as if all impurities have been filtered out, shining beautifully.

The scorching sun in the distance is like a fire. Perhaps because of fatigue, it has dropped a little from its high position, and the light projected is less hot. The gentle light and heat give people a warm feeling.

Seen from a distance, the suspension bridge across the chasm connecting the two banks looks like a rainbow floating in the sky. Miyakoshi Aimi followed Nakamura Masahiro, and the two of them walked on the suspension bridge step by step, and the small figure seemed to be separated from the group.

Like an ant, as slow as a snail.

About half an hour later, Nakamura Masahiro and Miyagoshi Aimi finally arrived on the other side. Nakamura Masahiro breathed a sigh of relief, adjusted his tired state, and prepared to let go of Miyagoshi Aimi's hand.

Unexpectedly, Miyagoshi Aimi seemed to have lost her strength. Her calves were slightly bent and her body leaned back involuntarily, as if she was about to fall. Nakamura Masahiro was so frightened that he quickly held her little hand and pulled Miyagoshi.

Ai Mei, step forward and hold the other person firmly.

"Miyagoesang, are you okay?"

Miyagoshi Aimi's body is very soft, and her face that was originally smiling was a little white now. It can be seen at a glance that her condition is not normal. Her soft and weak appearance makes Nakamura Masahiro a little worried.

They had successfully crossed the suspension bridge, but why was Miyagoshi Aimi even weaker than before? Logically speaking, she had her eyes closed. Even if she was afraid, but without looking at the situation under the bridge, she should be in a very good condition.

Stability is the right thing.

"Yahong-kun, I, I'm fine."

Recovering a little strength, Miyagoshi Aimei forced a smile on her little face. However, due to her weak state, this smile undoubtedly lacked beauty.

"Let's take a rest first. When you feel better, we can leave again."

Helping Miyakoshi Aimi to sit down on a big rock next to her, Nakamura Masahiro also sat next to him. Although the place where he sat was not clean, it was just a temporary one and he didn't care about so much.
"Sorry, I came here to climb the mountain, but it turned out like this."

After resting for a while, although Miyagoshi Aimei was still a little weak, her condition had improved greatly. She shrugged her little head, feeling very depressed, and said in a tone full of self-blame: "Actually, I was on the bridge just now

, secretly opened it once."

"It's okay, we're all here."

Nakamura Masahiro curled up his lips and tried his best to comfort Miyagoshi Aimei. The doubts in his heart were confirmed, and Miyagoshi Aimi's anomaly could be considered to have a reasonable explanation.

However, Nakamura Masahiro had nothing to say about this. He just opened his eyes secretly to take a look, which is not a big deal. If he cares about it too much, it seems to be making a fuss out of a molehill.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

Miyagoshi Aimi was still immersed in the atmosphere of self-blame, murmuring in a low voice. If she was not enlightened, it would definitely take a lot of time for her to adjust on her own.

"Listen, Miyagoesang, everything is over."

Nakamura Masahiro turned sideways, grabbed Miyagoshi Aimi's shoulders with both hands, and pulled her into his arms. He gently rubbed her little head with his hands and taught in a gentle tone: "Don't think about it anymore.

If you are still like this, then there is no need for us to continue moving forward."