"Ayi of Saito is leaving, this is saying goodbye."
"What do you mean?"
"Literally." Saito shook his head with a boring expression, "It's no longer interesting to be with you."
Tu Fangsan didn't say anything, just remained silent.
The air is silent.
"Does the person who leaves the team need to cut off the stomach?" Saito's hand had already climbed to the hilt of the knife.
If Tu Fang said he wanted to septica, he might really have septica.
Tu Fang's eyes were complicated, with a drop of tears and sorrow that he didn't want to fall.
“…No, no longer needed.”
"Then I will lead the team alone."
Saito looked at Toshiba Suzumi and looked for a long time.
"...I said, Deputy Chief. No, Mr. Tufang."
"It's enough."
Tuya Suzumi picked up a pen, continued to observe the map, and asked Saito: "What are you referring to?"
"Do you know what I mean?" Saito rolled his eyes, "Director Kondo is dead, Okina's reverie is no longer there."
"There are few old acquaintances left in the past."
"Do you understand?"
The hand holding the pen stopped.
"It's not over yet...the new selection group is not over yet."
"It's over!" Saito suddenly slapped the table.
Tears flowed out of Saito's eyes, wetting the map.
"Where are there any new selection groups? Can you be more sober?!"
"If you are not Tufang, would you really think I would stand here to persuade you?"
"The new selection group is over!"
Tufang Suisan looked at the tears and said slowly: "...I."
Saito looked at Toshiba Suzumi in a daze: "What did you say?"
Tu Fangsui San said loudly: "I am the new group!"
"......Person...You're still..."
Tuya Suisan looked ahead, his body trembling, but he had no words anymore.
Saito suddenly smiled and wiped the corners of his eyes.
"So goodbye."
"You can die alone."
"...Saito!" Tuya suddenly shouted.
"...Is there anything else, Mr. Tuoka?" Saito Ichi didn't want to look back.
Toshiba Suzumi stood up, took out an envelope from his arms and placed it in Saito Ichi's hand.
"Please help me bring this... to Zuocun...please...goodbye."
Saito Ichi said nothing, put the envelope down and left without looking back.
“…just do it until you die.”
......
February.
Zuocun sweeping snow in the courtyard.
Suddenly I found a man standing at the door of the courtyard.
"... Are you, Saito?" Zuomura straightened up his hunched body and looked at the figure standing at his door in a windbreaker.
"Yeah, long time no see." Saito's scarred face smiled, "Can I come in?"
Zuocun put the broom aside and clapped his hands: "Come in."
Then he turned his head and shouted to the room: "Kana, guests are coming to the house!"
The two of them sat in the living room, and Kana brought the tea set over.
"Sakana has grown up completely." Saito sighed, "I feel that I am still relatively young, but only when facing Shina, I feel that I am a little older."
"Long time no see Brother Saito." Kana also smiled and said hello.
After Nao Na left the living room, Saito put his head over: "How old is Nao Nao."
"It's almost nineteen, what's wrong?"
"Why haven't you gotten married yet?" Saito scratched the back of his head.
"I asked her, and she said she couldn't find her lover, so I'll just follow her." Zuocun picked up the cup and took a sip of tea.
Now this cottage has become a large mansion with several rooms.
"It seems you won't take a knife now." Saito sighed and looked at the four knives hanging on the wall.
Crane wreaths, pheasant feathers, toxic feathers... and California Qingguang.
Saito looked at Kiyomiya, not knowing what he was thinking.
"What's the point of holding a knife? I don't want to kill anyone anymore. Just put it down." Zuocun took a sip of tea with a mockery in his eyes, "How come you, why do you think about running to my place?"
"I'm now... I've left the new selection group and am a simple free person, so it doesn't matter where I go." Saito shrugged his shoulders and curled his lips, "I'm the first time I think of you, my old friend, and I'll come to see you."
"Old friend... You are the only old friend left..." Zuo Village Chief sighed, "But I will be in a better mood if I can see you still live so casually."
Saito was silent.
The air was silent for a while.
"Take me to see...Inoue and Okita." Saito picked up the teacup, drank the tea, and said in a low tone.
"Okay." Zuocun nodded.
After lunch, Zuomura took Saito to the riverside, where Genzaburo Inoue was buried.
The two of them stayed with the Ink for a while, and then came to a forest of cherry blossoms.
Now the cherry trees have just started to swell, and the leaves have not yet grown.
But it won't take long to see the garden full of spring.
Saito stood in front of Okina's tombstone and stopped for a while.
He stood up, took a letter out of his arms and handed it to Zuocun.
"...Who wrote me?" Zuocun took the letter.
"Tuge." Saito put his hands in his pocket, "When I left the new group, Tigeo asked me to bring you."
"Is it earth-shaking..."
Zuocun opened the letter and saw what the earthwork had written for him.
After reading the letter, Zuo Village Chief sighed.
"In other words... I hope I will go to Essay... to compete with him again..."
"So it was written by this..." Saito touched his chin, "So are you going?"
Zuocun didn't say anything, but just folded the letter, put it in his arms, turned his head and walked away.
"Alas? Zuocun?" Saito's attitude towards Zuocun was a little confused.
Zuomura walked home, and Saito followed behind.
To be continued...