As soon as Minamoto no Yorimitsu put down the phone, Yoshikage Tenkai, wearing a pink apron and tying up her long blond hair, quietly poked her head out of the kitchen.
As the only woman in Juranting, the iron spoon in her hand has proven her authority.
When she first tasted the role of a hostess, she was like a squirrel hiding pine cones during the winter. She stood in front of the tree hole and looked around, for fear that some unsighted person would come and steal the fruit. She was really afraid of being low-key and petty in the past.
"It's Chayin's call." Minamoto no Yorimitsu answered while pouring himself tea and looking at the screen of his phone.
Liangying Tianhai wrinkled her nose slightly when she heard this, and couldn't help but murmured in a low voice: "It turns out it's Senior Sister Yu Yaobao."
Because the knot in her heart had been opened, and she had established a plan to have endless descendants, and because Oiyabukuro Chaon had shown concern for her some time ago, she no longer hated Oiyabukuro Chaon so much.
So in terms of the title, she or that guy returned to Goyakuro-senpai, but it is absolutely impossible to call her sister.
"What's wrong with her?" Ryokage Tianhai grabbed the door frame with his fingers and asked as if he didn't care.
Minamoto Noraimitsu took a sip of the black tea, and the fragrance flowed between his teeth. He pondered for a moment after hearing her words: "It's okay. Ask me for something. It should be urgent."
However, compared to the cemetery in front, which is entirely made of smooth marble steps and with towering trees on both sides of the approach, the back hill is much simpler.
Following the footsteps of Shengzi Shengzi, they finally stopped in front of a slightly deserted tomb, but the tombstone was very clean. Shengu Shengzi leaned down and put down the fresh chrysanthemums in his hands, and said in a calm voice.
"Those things should be swept into the trash."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu's view of her has also changed. He is a human being after all, and the master has not reached the point of being irredeemable. He has also changed his appearance now.
There is only one path leading to the back mountain.
"It is indeed quite fast, much faster than I originally expected, but it can be regarded as the end of life, no disasters and no illness, so it is actually quite good to leave like this."
I don’t know why there are so many people today.
If her nature is too bad, it would be natural for her to be irresponsible, but it would be too shameless to leave her now.
Seiko Kamiya held the chrysanthemum in his hand, leaned over and put the flower down: "It's just that I feel too lonely by myself."
Liangying Tianhai's face drooped, and he was even more miserable than before: "I have only lived a good life for a few days, and I am really annoyed. It seems that I have to follow the path of paying more attention to the mother than the son."
She also took a bouquet of chrysanthemums.
"The last time I saw Uncle Kamiya was two months ago."
Go shopping on Kamogawa Hanamikoji, go to the mall to buy clothes and jewelry, and go to the bowling alley and badminton hall.
"So fast."
Seiko Kamiya understands what he means. In fact, seriously speaking, diseases like congenital asthma may be serious, but in front of a person who controls hundreds of millions of assets, it is actually not a problem.
If you really want to leave her a child.
"Yuanjun, this is my father's relic. I plan to take it to my mother's grave in the back mountain. Please hold it."
It was Shengzi Shengzi who unexpectedly gave him an answer. You know, Lai Guangdu originally just said that casually on a whim.
"About five or six days."
If it weren't for the bad temper that occasionally showed up from time to time, and her boldness and fat heart, Minamoto Yorimitsu felt like she was about to become Sakichu Kodou's second best.
The Holy Son of Kamiya, who had been silent until now, smoothed his hair and suddenly said these words.
【Grave of my late father Kamiya Shiro】
She was still feeling sentimental about the future just now, but when Minamoto Yorimitsu gave her such a rebuke, she instantly lost her feeling of loneliness.
She groped around her body and finally found a lighter on the right side of the fur: "Fortunately, I brought it with me."
"Okay." Minamoto Yorimitsu didn't pursue it too much, and just asked: "What does Miss Seiko mean by asking me to come here?"
After screaming a little, she didn't care about pouring out the bad water in her stomach anymore. She quickly found a wet towel and pressed it on the lid of the pot to take it away.
The road to the cemetery is extremely wide, but there are rows of ancient trees growing on both sides, which seems not enough for one person to hug.
He shouted toward the kitchen, and after receiving a response, Minamoto no Yorimitsu put on his black cotton clothes and went out.
But thinking about what Minamoto Yorimitsu knew about the experience of Kamiya Seiko, he didn't mean to comment at all.
It is clear that Master has completely converted to my way.
When I first entered the cemetery, there were enough rows of tombstones and the distance between them was long enough that it would take several minutes to drive there.
Of course, he is right, and he can even be considered a good father. This may be due to the fact that Kamiya’s family does not have a male son, but he actually cares very much about his two daughters.
There is a gray and white photo printed on the tombstone, which looks very majestic, and there are two rows of yellow and white chrysanthemums underneath.
I have been completely obedient to him these days.
Minamoto Yorimitsu put his hands in his pockets, and the broken hair on his forehead was swaying in the wind. In a few days, it would be time to go to the barber shop for repair: "We spend our whole lives to get rid of other people's expectations and find a future that truly belongs to us."
To put it bluntly, it means being unfilial.
She exhaled the hot breath, and her slender eyes drooped slightly: "But I have no future."
At least Minamoto Yorimitsu had a deep feeling from the verbal conversation when he saw him.
The reward given by the simulator was indeed taken from the people for use by the people, and he was indeed greedy for her body, but it was not a pure transaction.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the tombs and stairs around him and asked, "Is it right here?"
Seiko Kamiya turned around and waved slightly to the side. Someone immediately helped her put on a layer of black fur, and then raised her slightly gloomy eyes to look at Minamoto no Yorimitsu: "Are you going to go for a walk with me?
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Seiko Kamiya answered casually, and then softly called out in a gentle tone: "Futian-san."
But as time goes by, the population becomes sparse.
Except for the name of the tombstone, the stone tablet below was engraved with an epitaph, which was nothing more than some words of praise. Minamoto no Yoriguang looked at it for a few times and then looked away.
From a distance, I saw five or six figures standing on the top of the hill. They were all dressed in black. As they approached, bodyguards in black suits came up to them. After seeing Minamoto no Yorimitsu's face clearly, they stretched out their hands to guide the direction.
Kamiya Seiko was slightly startled when he heard this. He seemed to think that all men smoke. He came back to his senses after thinking that Minamoto no Yorimitsu didn't have this bad habit: "I almost forgot about it."
But being disciplined and oppressed since childhood is like a seed that has grown into a towering tree. Once you wake up, this hatred will be difficult to erase.
"When I die, the tomb should be near my father and mother. You can take a look when you have time."
Seeing this, Minamoto Yorimitsu couldn't help but frown, looked at the cemetery and asked, "Why isn't your father-in-law buried in the front?"
The two of them were standing in the same direction, which resulted in Minamoto no Yorimitsu not being able to clearly see the expression on Kamiya Seiko's face at this moment, but these words were disrespectful no matter how you heard them.
Liangying Tianhai’s cooking skills are getting better and better.
For example, the cemetery of Kamiya Seiko's father occupies hundreds of square meters of land alone. I didn't expect there to be one in the back hill.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu watched the figure in the distance climbing up the stairs.
Minamoto norimitsu raised his eyebrows slightly, turned his face sideways and pretended to be serious: "Aren't you planning to have children?"
"But it still exists after all." Kamiya Seiko's voice was a little numb, as if he had already accepted this fact, and could not change the yogurt. He just turned his head and looked at him and asked: "Did you bring a lighter?"
Minamoto Yorimitsu silently walked to her side and stood still.
Kamiya Seiko raised his chin slightly, signaling the man to hand the box to Minamoto no Yorimitsu, then raised his slender arm, pinched it with his left hand, and explained softly.
Then I felt speechless in my heart.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu explained: "I don't smoke."
Moreover, when the car reached the end, there were all marble steps, and the car could not be driven up. However, looking at the navigation system, there was still some distance to go, so he knew that he could only go up by walking, so he turned off the car and got out of the car.
Stepping over the rotting leaves on the ground, Minamoto no Yorimitsu followed Kamiya Seiko to a seemingly deserted open space, which was also dotted with more than a dozen cemeteries.
This Maruyama Cemetery is larger than imagined.
Whether you are born into a famous family or an ordinary family, your parents will tell you what kind of person you will become when you are a child. Even when you are still in infancy, you are already being entrusted by many people with what kind of person you will become.
If the family inheritance hadn't been properly handled, she would have even preferred to die of exhaustion in the office.
This voice has just fallen.
So she hesitated, not only about her own future, but also made Aiko give up.
That is to say, after having such an idea, Minamoto Yorimitsu knew that he owed her a lot, and he also knew what Ryokage Tenkai wanted now, so they have been sticking together for the past few days. Basically, after dinner, Minamoto Yorimitsu would
Go out with her to live alone in the world of two people.
A middle-aged man with a solemn face walked towards us holding a wooden box two feet long and wide.
But since the death of my father, the dark clouds above my head have completely dissipated, and it stands to reason that the sea, the river, and the river should be clear.
That is to say, I don’t want my children to get wet again.
He also saw the Holy Son of Kamiya not far away.
But the key point is that Seiko Kamiya doesn’t know why he lives, let alone what the meaning of living is.
Logically speaking, in addition to festivals, most people would come to visit tombs during the Spring Equinox, but he was not familiar with the customs here, so he thought about what day it must be.
Even Minamoto no Yorimitsu finally took her to the piano room she had been looking forward to. The piano skills she first acquired from Yoshikawa Yumi finally shined when Yoshikage Tenkai sat on his lap and played the piano.
Uncharacteristic of the past, she did not wear a strapless dress, but a business-looking black ladies' short skirt, with shiny black silk covering her calves, and five-centimeter high heels that were just right.
With this idea in mind, Minamoto no Yorimitsu just said in a smooth voice: "You still have a grudge against Uncle Kamiya?"
Minamoto no Yorimitsu drove forward, and the sunlight filtering through the gaps between the leaves of the towering ancient branches formed a series of afterimages that passed over his face. The further he drove from the entrance, the original silence became more and more lively.
But there is no time to spend with her today.
Minamoto Yorimitsu glanced at her: "Who can say for sure."
But she still didn't notice the light shining on her.
"That's my mother's tombstone. She was buried here after her death twenty years ago. But usually only my son and I come here, and the staff here don't clean it frequently."
When Shengzi Shengzi heard this, his face was slightly startled.
It definitely seems a lot lonely here.
Therefore, she is extremely ambitious and paralyzes herself with busy affairs. Even though the first half of her life has been shattered into pieces, she still has something to do before taking over the responsibility of being the head of the family.
"How long until she comes back?"
Compared with the grand atmosphere before.
A faint fragrance diluted by the cold wind penetrated the tip of his nose, but he looked at the tombstone.
The hair that was pulled back behind the head was swaying in the wind, giving off an indescribable feeling of loneliness. The figure became thinner, and the thin lips could not hide the paleness of the face even if they were painted with crimson lipstick.
color.
During this period, Minamoto no Yorimitsu saw something strange, so he stood up and came over to ask if he wanted to help. However, Yoshikage Tenkai turned him away on the grounds that the kitchen was a busy place and no one could come in. In fact, he was not allowed to help.
He had only met the old man once, and the conversation was not very friendly. However, in just one or two months, they were separated from each other, and he could not help but feel a little emotional.
Looking from the side, she wears white flowers on her slightly tall chest, and the petals are swaying in the cold wind.
This kind of expectation is like an invisible shackle, tightly bound to the shoulder blades, making people unable to breathe, but they have to carry it and continue to move forward.
This truth is not only understood by Minamoto Yorimitsu, but Seiko Kamiya also sees it clearly after thinking about it carefully.
After muttering a few words, she looked at Minamoto Yorimitsu, who was playing with his mobile phone in the living room, with twinkling eyes. But before she could think about it for long, she saw miso soup gurgling from the pot on the gas stove out of the corner of her eye.
Overgrown with weeds and vines everywhere.
"My father once said that women should not be buried in elegant halls, and according to the ancestral system, women should not be buried with their husbands, so I was buried here."
It stands to reason that Minamoto no Yorimitsu is willing to accompany Sakichu Kodō and Oyakubukuro Chaon until they come back.
"Let's go to the back mountain."
Is Kamiya Shirou really at fault?
Maruyama Cemetery, Sakyo-ku, Kyoto.
"What I said is completely different from this matter."
"It's just a knot of heart that has lingered for many years." It seems that what Seiko Kamiya said just now was just something he felt.
She looked directly at her father's tombstone and said.
Minamoto Yorimitsu looked at the photo on the tombstone and couldn't deny what she said, but said softly.
This cemetery is surrounded by mountains and rivers and covers an extremely large area. It is said that during the Heian period, many nobles of the samurai family rested here after their deaths. Even now, ordinary people cannot enter this cemetery.
After muttering something to herself, she pressed her delicate fingertips on the pulley of the lighter, and after just a few rubs, the hot orange flame ignited.
Because he received a message this morning.
Seeing this, Minamoto Noraimitsu took the wooden box from the middle-aged man's hand, and his body suddenly felt heavy. His eyelids couldn't help but beat twice, and he said speechlessly: "Okay."
This flame kept swaying in the wind.
There are rows of high-end cars parked on the roadside, and bouquets of yellow and white flowers are placed in front of the tombstones. The area of each tomb on the ground is several times larger than the graves in my hometown.
"I am leaving."
That is to say, it is passed down from generation to generation. This kind of expectation has formed an inertia. Even if sometimes parents don't want to do this, they will still give it to them invisibly. Even when Kamiya Seiko wanted a child a few days ago, the child was born.
Isn't it the same?
It's like it will be blown out at any time.
But in the end I persisted in the breeze.
The Holy Son of Kamiya was silent for a moment, then turned to look at the lower part of Minamoto no Yorimitsu's abdomen. He stared at it in a daze for a long time, and then he opened his thin lips and spoke out.