In a rental apartment, Makoto Kojima patted his juniors on the shoulders.

The deputy director of the Go department of Osaka University of Technology opened his mouth and his eyes widened, and he made a sound after a while:

"Minister, this Chihara Hiroshi and Kiji Chieko probably have been more than amateur level, right?"

Makoto Kojima pondered for a moment: "Based on the situation of this game of chess, according to my estimate, I'm afraid both of them should have the early level of their careers."

"Profession," the deputy minister showed a yearning in his eyes, "I don't know what the career path is like!"

Both of them couldn't help feeling a little sad.

They are all "formerly" college students, but they are just losers.

...

According to the instructions of relevant personnel, Hiroshi Chihara stood in the center of the chess room, and in front of him was the chess table that he had just played.

"Kuyuan, come here quickly, I'll wait for you!"

Taisheng urged him, but did not notice the embarrassment flashing across the female reporter's face.

But after all, after all, after struggling in the journalism industry for so many years, having come into contact with all kinds of people, the face has been developed long ago.

She made a move and walked quickly towards the camera.

"Ms. Kogaki, I won. I wonder if it disappoints you?"

On the contrary, Hiroshi Chihara spoke first.

His aura was not as great as ‘I will forget it immediately if I was offended’.

Kogaki smiled twice: "Chanhara, congratulations on winning the championship..."

Seeing the attitude of the two, Ozuki and Imura were both social people who have worked in the TV station for more than ten years, so they still don’t understand the misconduct of these two people.

But they couldn't figure it out: These two people just met today, why did they make a grudge?

Before, they were all paying close attention to the final scene and didn't know the content of the short film.

Hiroshi Chihara was not so ignorant, and he stopped sarcastically after saying a word to her.

The next interview will be conducted step by step.

...

When Kiji Chieko came downstairs, she found a familiar black sedan parked at the door.

The driver who came to pick him up stood respectfully outside the car.

She was slightly stunned, then she realized, and without any communication, she took the initiative to get into the car.

Sure enough, a beautiful kimono woman was already waiting inside.

This is her mother, Kikuri.

Sitting next to her was his father Fumio Muji. His face was depressed at the moment, looking at her and wanting to speak.

The sound of Kikuri River in Musi was heard, as majestic as ever:

"Cheng Huizi, as we had promised before, you will keep your promise?"

Kiji Chieko put her hands on her knees, bent down, and then stood up before answering: "Don't worry, mother, I will not resist anymore. In the future, I will do my best to be the heir of Kiji."

"Cheng Huizi..."

She interrupted her father: "Father, please rest assured. I will fulfill my duties effectively and will never let you down!"

She didn't want to hear her father scolded by her mother for pleading for her.

This has been the case since childhood.

but,

This is not what she expected.

In the carriage, it fell into silence for a moment.

The driver started the car.

Looking at the streets and pedestrians flashing outside the window, Chieko Kiji remembered fifteen years ago - the day when she got married with Go...

At that time, she was still a six-year-old child.

But as the only daughter of the Mushi family, her daily courses are almost filled with the itinerary.

Family precepts, etiquette, tea ceremony, flower arrangement, etc.

The happiest time is when the father comes back, the two of them secretly explore the house without telling their mother.

But her mother was very strict with her and she was not close to her.

Originally, her life would have passed by day, occasionally mixed with expectations.

But the turning point was at the end of that year.

My mother took her to Hokkaido to deal with a major crisis in the branch.

That period was a rare day for her, and she was not stuffed with the courses.

Although my mother still asked her to attend meetings and negotiations of all sizes, she still had her spare time.

At this time, my father would quietly take her out for a trip.

For the first time she learned that girls’ toys were not just tea sets, flower branches, dolls and dolls.

She felt a different kind of happiness...

And on that day, they went to a famous temple and happened to meet a monk.

His face was withered, his lips were bloodless, but there were two abnormal flush on his face.

After talking, I realized that he was my mother's brother!

She didn't know about this, but obviously her father knew about it.

The Muji Group was founded in the middle of Meiji period. During the Taisho period, in order to ensure the reliability of bloodline inheritance, the rule was established to pass on women but not men.

Therefore, since then, every generation of wooden temple inheritors will no longer have children after giving birth to a daughter.

But it does not mean there are no brothers and sisters.

For male offspring, they are usually sent to remote places or overseas to prevent family struggles.

——I thought that encounter was a coincidence at that time, but now I think it is not necessarily the case.

Her nominal uncle was named Naoto Kiji, and he was very nice to her.

My father did not stop the two from contacting each other. On the contrary, he often took her to the temple.

It was also from this uncle that she learned Go.

In fact, she didn't like this kind of boring game at that time.

But my uncle liked her very much and often pulled her to play chess.

After deliberately losing to her, he patted his head and spread his hands.

Or take various tributes from the altar as a reward.

Or let her sit on her body and crawl around the room.

But she didn't know how painful it would be when her uncle crawled on the ground.

At that time, she just felt that her uncle was the best person to her besides her father.

However, this matter was soon discovered by my mother.

That day, my mother came to the temple and came to pick her up.

She didn't even look at her uncle.

My uncle just showed a distressed expression.

That night, my mother scolded her father for the first time in front of her and issued a confinement order on her.

She thought she wouldn't have the chance to step out of the room until she left Hokkaido.

But just a month later, my father didn't know what method he used, so he brought her out again.

It's still the same temple.

She was delighted to think that she could play with her uncle again.

But when she stepped into the familiar house, her uncle did not come to greet her.

He lay on the bed, covered with a quilt, and his bare skin was terrible purple.

There were also a few strange monks standing around.

She hid behind her father in fear.

When my uncle saw her, he recovered a little and wanted to raise his hand to greet her, but he failed several times.

With her father's encouragement, she walked to the bed.
To be continued...