"What did you take out?" Minamoto Yorimitsu looked at her movements and was confused, especially the increasingly cold look on Kamiya Seiko's face: "Are you sure you didn't say it wrong?"
The dancing flames kept swaying, and even though they looked like they were about to go out, they still emitted high temperatures.
I don’t know why, but the originally silent face of the Holy Son Kamiya suddenly turned sharp, and a cold light shone in his slender, beautiful eyes. He stared at the lower part of his abdomen, which even made Minamoto no Yorimitsu tense up.
It is no exaggeration to say that this was the first time he felt the malice of Seiko Kamiya, as if there was a sticky hatred that solidified in her eyes.
But there’s something wrong with what she’s looking at!
Almost half a minute had passed since he opened his mouth. The indifferent look on Seiko Kamiya's face gradually became strange, and he looked at him with a slightly surprised look.
But looking at Minamoto Yorimitsu's confused expression and the focus of her gaze, she was stunned for a moment and suddenly understood why Minamoto Yorimitsu had such a reaction, and her lips pursed slightly for a moment.
Taking a deep breath, she raised her white hand and pointed forward: "I'm talking about the relics. Take out everything from the box you are holding in your arms."
"Relics?" Minamoto no Laiguang's expression was slightly stagnant.
Feeling the heavy weight in his arms, his eyelids twitched slightly, knowing that he would be wrong. Feeling a little embarrassed, he immediately put down the wooden box.
Seiko Kamiya left a place for him to come over.
Under normal circumstances, paper can exhibit this behavior only if it has been stained by water droplets.
Until one page started to change.
When Shengzi Shengzi heard this, his face was slightly startled.
This notebook is his personal belongings.
She didn't speak, her eyes focused on the gloves in Minamoto norimitsu's hand. Although she acted as if nothing had happened, there was a wave of excitement in her eyes.
Shengzi Shengzi glanced at it, stood silent for a while, and finally reached out his hand to take it.
On this day, Kamiya Seiko had just come of age. Due to the bubble economy, the Kamiya family's industry was greatly affected. At this time, Kamiya Shirou's uncle was asked to marry Kamiya Seiko.
Minamoto Yorimitsu could actually understand that she was out of sight and out of mind, but after looking at the photo peeking out of the wooden box, she still asked: "Don't you want to take a look?"
Minamoto norimitsu just waited patiently.
The dark blue color could have concealed the mistake, but it was obvious that the person who knitted this pair of gloves was not very skilled. When he unfolded the gloves, even the right glove and two fingers were stuck together.
Opening the wooden box, an old smell came out.
"No, it's your photo."
So this page can be said to be a confession.
It was not until nearly four or five months later that Minamoto no Yorimitsu saw something different on this page of the diary.
This can be seen from the previous rebellious statement.
He turned his head and looked at Holy Son Kamiya.
"You can take a look if you want. I'll leave the lighter here. I'll go pick up my mother's tombstone."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu picked up the glove with crooked stitches in the wooden box: "Uncle Kamiya knitted this for you."
"Not interested." Shengzi Shengzi shook his head.
That is to say, from now on, Minamoto Yorimitsu carefully compared the time. This is the first time that Kamiya Shirou has not continued to write this notebook for more than three consecutive months.
After just watching it for a few minutes, Minamoto no Yorimitsu could feel that Kamiya Shirou was happy during this time.
Seeing these journals, Minamoto no Yorimitsu just flipped through them briefly and then looked back. It wasn't until he was almost halfway through the notebook that something changed.
Basically, they are all group photos, and it seems that the photos took a long time to be developed. Even if they are well preserved, they will inevitably be washed by time. The corners of many photos are curled, not to mention the backs will turn yellow.
Above is a family of four. The majestic-looking Shiro Kamiya stands on the left, and on the right is a gentle woman wearing a colorful kimono. In the middle are naturally Seiko Kamiya and Aiko Kamiya, one taller and one lower.
"But I would like to give you one last piece of advice. Think clearly about what you want. If I can help, I will definitely help. There will be no refusal."
After Kamiya Seiko was born, Kamiya Aiko was also born one after another. In the past ten years, Kamiya Shiro's diary was not written diligently, but the two daughters accounted for a large proportion of the length, accounting for almost more than half.
She has been obedient and sensible since she was a child. She has been like a marionette in every aspect, and she has devoted herself to the Kamiya family. She has fulfilled her greatest responsibility.
Seiko Kamiya closed his notebook.
As she moved, the already weak flame finally went out. With a slight raise of her thin eyebrows, she gave up the idea of lighting it again and instead waited for Minamoto no Yorimitsu to take out the relic first and then set it on fire.
My fingertips passed over the wooden box, and I felt a warm feeling. The material must be good. The wooden box has no lock, only a simple wooden buckle, which can be opened with a little force. It is opened easily.
Most of them are these things. He also inherited the position of the head of the Kamiya family at a young age. Kamiya Shirou is also buried in these extremely tedious daily things every day, and he seems to have no chance to breathe.
The family that proposed the marriage had a pivotal position in the transportation industry. At that time, the Kamiya family was transforming into the electronic components industry, and the economic situation at home and abroad was very poor. Transportation became the main reason for the cargo chain to be stuck, so the marriage was proposed at this time.
If everything I wrote before was a diary.
Minamoto Yorimitsu put down his woolen gloves and picked up a few things underneath: "Including photos and notebooks?"
Minamoto Yorimitsu holds a photo with his fingertips.
Since it was placed in a relic, it looks so precious that it is unlikely to be stained by oil, but it may be the blood stains left by the person who knitted the gloves when they pricked their hands.
He found that Kamiya Shirou was becoming more and more absent-minded.
This photo was not taken in a room, but outdoors, with warm sunshine in the background.
"Since it was knitted for me, why not hand it over to me in person? It would be ridiculous to put it in the relic."
The specific content is probably about the guilt towards Kamiya Seiko and the disappointment of his wife. The further the writing goes to the back, the more scrawled it becomes.
"What's wrong?"
The clear handwriting came into view, causing Minamoto no Yorimitsu to frown. After a moment of silence, he raised his head to look at Kamiya Seiko and said, "Then can I take a look?"
"Are you interested in dead people's things?"
From her tone, Minamoto no Yorimitsu could only feel her disregard for her father and the slightest resentment.
Mistakes are mistakes, and even regret cannot make up for it, just like suffering should not be called hardship.
The back of the photo looks slightly yellowed.
The notebook is made of leather. It should feel like calf leather, but it feels very smooth. It must have been stored for many years. After opening it, there is no smell of old paper. Instead, there is a fragrance. It is probably related to the material of the paper. It feels good.
It is indeed soft and moderate.
After a few cursory glances, he put the photos back in their original places, and then picked up the notebook.
She doesn't like her father.
"Yeah." Shengzi Shengzi hummed softly.
[This note is almost over as I write it here. When you pack up your belongings, you may or may not see it. After all, how could I not know what you hide deep in your heart.]
[For you, I am definitely not a good father, so I have to say sorry to you, even if this apology does not change your life.]
[But after I die, you don’t have to put this family on your shoulders anymore. Your child has been very strong since we got married. But you have to know that it’s just an appearance that I’m gone. It’s you who really won’t let go.
.]
The simple and old-fashioned handwriting ended. Minamoto no Yorimitsu was slightly lost in thought while holding the notebook. The unzipped black cotton coat was slightly stirred by the cool breeze in the mountains and forests.
She looked through it without hesitation.
The notebook is about two fingers thick.
"I haven't seen it. He compiled it himself."
Tiny bits can be rubbed off the paper.
The square and sharp characters are not rounded, but they have a sense of simplicity and are not as graceful as the female characters. It reminds me that the owner of this wooden box should be her father's characters.
He just handed over the notes in his hand.
Sometimes I only write once every one or two years.
The stack of photos piled in the corner of the box was revealed, and a corner of the diary was attached. It seemed that it had become stuck over time, revealing a few words in the diary.
Minamoto Noraimitsu shook the thing in his hand: "Don't tell me that you haven't seen your father's relics."
But the notebook was very thick, and even if she just took a quick look at it, it would take at least three or four minutes.
As the notebook was opened, there were lines of simple and elegant fonts on the paper.
But there was no rush to light it.
Minamoto Yorimitsu squatted down and carefully picked up the wooden box.
Seeing this, Minamoto Yorimitsu took the lighter.
"Miss Holy Child."
Minamoto Yorimitsu felt that Kamiya Shiro would usually only put it in the mezzanine of the study and would not touch any water. So the only water source that it might touch was probably the tears shed for his father.
"Miss Shengzi, I probably know the reason why you want to die, but as Uncle Kamiya said, the person who really restrains you is not others, but yourself."
Seeing this Minamoto Yoriguang already felt something was wrong.
What you see is a pile of neatly arranged miscellaneous items, including a vintage pocket watch, a stack of envelopes, a leather notebook, a row of photos and several seals.
But it returned to nature after a while.
Minamoto Yorimitsu raised his eyebrows, took out the wool-like thing that was pressed by the notebook, put it in his hand and examined it, and found that it was actually a pair of gloves.
At that time, Seiko Kamiya was also wearing a kimono, with a smile on his face and flowers in his slightly raised bun. He looked like a beauty, and his eyes were not as calm and calm as they are now.
He closed the notebook in his hand, stood there in silence for a moment, and opened his mouth in front of her.
The report status of the last quarter, the development direction of the family industry, and the outstanding descendants of relatives and branches.
Minamoto Yorimitsu is not a robot. Whether it is admiration or friendship for Kamiya Seiko, or the previous ambiguity, he does not want to watch her beg for death.
"Miss Seiko." Minamoto Norimitsu frowned and raised his head and asked, "Are you going to burn all these things?"
Without the concept of living, with the idea of death, it is actually easy to detect.
Minamoto Yorimitsu saw this and stopped trying to dissuade her. After all, it was her father's thing, and she didn't care about her own affairs no matter how she wanted to deal with it. But when he was about to take out everything, he noticed something unusual.
But she is not a girl, nor is she a recent graduate with an immature mind. For this kind of shame, her level of concern is negligible.
Just keep scrolling back and forth.
At least he could feel it, and given his own status, he didn't want to see someone like Kamiya Seiko exile him, so he said so many words, hoping to make her let go of the heavy burden on her shoulders.
"You haven't burned it for me yet?"
And this change started from the time Shirou Kamiya married his wife and became pregnant with the child, until the birth of Seiko Kamiya. It can be clearly seen that Shirou Kamiya's expectation for the child who is about to be born.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu did not continue to speak.
"Our relationship is considered to be friends for the time being, that's why I say these things. It's up to you whether you listen or not."
However, after hearing his words, there was no strange look on the face of Holy Son Kamiya.
This situation lasted until last year when things changed, and my handwriting became increasingly dull.
This kind of gloves is probably the lowest quality product in the factory, the kind that people would despise if they were given away for free.
Even the various complaints in the diary began to change to what kind of baby products I wanted to buy.
Wait until about five minutes later.
But it was undoubtedly hand-knitted, and there were black marks in many places on the wool of the gloves. Under normal circumstances, only oil stains and blood would leave such marks on the dark blue wool ball.
"Are you sure these gloves are going to burn?"
Instead, she raised her eyes and looked directly into his.
Minamoto Yorimitsu was somewhat silent when he saw this.
Her slender eyes were slightly lowered, a smile appeared on her beautiful cheeks, and she said as if mumbling to herself.
Instead, he looked at them one by one.
In addition, there is a ball of something that looks similar to wool placed on the corner edge of the wooden box.
The words with a bit of coldness reached his ears along with the cool breeze in the mountain, which completely brought Minamoto Yorimitsu back to his senses.
Seiko Kamiya threw a lighter at him, but glanced at it lightly, seemingly not paying attention at all.
"Photos and notebooks?" Kamiya Seiko turned his head slightly when he heard the words, looking at the things in Minamoto norimitsu's hand with a slightly ecstasy, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, there was a color of struggle in his eyes, and there was a feeling of hesitation subconsciously.
It's not accurate to say it's a pair of gloves, because the stitches on this pair of woolen gloves are messed up and crooked.
She looked even more silent than before.
Seiko Kamiya was silent for a moment, with a glimmer of light in his beautiful eyes, but he admitted it frankly.
When I continued to write, I seemed to have returned to the state of being unmarried before. I didn't mention my two daughters and my wife at all. The words were filled with business matters, and I even wrote more carefully than before.
I write less and less diaries.
Kamiya Seiko did not turn around, but looked at her mother's tombstone quietly. Her black professional skirt was blown by the breeze, revealing more of her legs wrapped in black stockings.
Even Minamoto Yorimitsu rubbed it with his fingers.
Starting from the first page, Yorimitsu Minamoto looked over and found that it was indeed a diary. It seemed that it was written in the 1990s. It can be said to be more than 40 years ago now. What Shirou Kamiya wrote down was also
Mostly it's about business and relatives.
People would be ashamed if they were shown pictures of their childhood.
At least it seems that the family atmosphere is good. After all, the man is the head of the family, and he sets the tone for the family atmosphere. It has always been good.
This look in his eyes gradually became strange, making him feel as if he was pretending to be stupid. Just when he was about to ask a question, the Holy Son of Kamiya finally took the lead.