The glory of Kyoto wings

Chapter 302 302. I Have Already Said What I Want
"Take out what?" Minamoto Laiguang looked at her in a daze, especially the gradually cold expression on Shengu Seiko's face: "Are you sure you are right?"

The dancing flame swayed non-stop, even though it looked like it was about to go out, it still exuded high temperature.

I don't know why, Shengu Seiko's originally silent face suddenly turned sharp, and a cold light appeared in his slender and beautiful eyes, and his gaze was fixed on his lower abdomen, which even made Minamoto Raimiko's whole body tense.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is the first time he has felt the malice of Seiko Shengu, as if there is a kind of viscous hatred, which has condensed into substance in her eyes.

But she's looking at something wrong!
It has been about half a minute since he opened his mouth, and the indifferent expression of Shengzi Shengu gradually became strange, and he looked slightly surprised.

But seeing Minamoto Raimitsu's suspicious expression and where her eyes were focused, after a moment of daze, she suddenly understood why Minamoto Raimitsu 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 relics, the box you hold in your arms, take out everything."

"A relic?" Minamoto Larimitsu froze slightly.

Feeling the heavy weight in his arms, his eyelids twitched slightly, knowing that he would be wrong, he felt a little embarrassed, and then put down the wooden box.

Seiko Kamiya set aside a place for him to come over.

Following her movement, the already weak flame finally went out, she raised her eyebrows slightly, she gave up the idea of ​​lighting it again, and instead waited for Minamoto Raimiko to take out the relic first, and then set it on fire.

Minamoto Raimitsu squatted down and looked at the wooden box.

I passed the wooden box with my fingertips, and there was a warm feeling. The material should be good. There is no lock on the wooden box, only a simple wooden snap button, which can be opened with a little force, and it is easy to open.

Opening the wooden box, a stale breath gushed out.

What I saw was a pile of neatly arranged sundries, including vintage pocket watches, a stack of envelopes, a leather notebook, a row of photos, and several seals.

In addition, there is a ball of what looks like wool on the corner edge of the wooden box.

Minamoto Raimitsu raised his eyebrows, took out the ball of wool that was pressed by the notebook, put it in his hand for a closer look, and found that it was actually a glove.

It is not accurate to say that it is a glove, because the stitches of this pair of woolen gloves are disordered and crooked.

The dark blue color could have concealed mistakes, but it can be seen that the handicraft of the person who wove this pair of gloves is obviously not very good. Looking at the gloves, even the right hand glove and two fingers are stuck together.

This kind of gloves is probably the lowest inferior product in the factory, the kind that people would hate if they gave it away for nothing.

But it was undoubtedly woven by hand, and there were black marks in many places on the wool of the glove. Normally, only oil and blood would leave such marks on the dark blue wool.

Since it is placed in the relic, it is unlikely to be stained with oil for such a precious appearance, but it may be the blood stain left by the person who weaved the glove when it was pierced on the hand.

"Miss Shengzi." Yuan Laiguang frowned and raised his head and asked, "Are you planning to burn all these things?"

"Hmm." Shengzi Shengu hummed softly.

Minamoto Larimitsu put down the wool gloves, and picked up a few things underneath: "Including photos and notebooks?"

"Photos and notebooks?" Shengzi Shengu turned his head slightly when he heard the words, and looked at the things in Yuan Laiguang's hand, his eyes were slightly frowned, and there was a feeling of hesitation subconsciously.

Minamoto Raimiko shook the things in his hand: "Don't tell me, you haven't seen your father's relics."

"I haven't seen it, he sorted it out himself."

Shengzi Shengu was silent for a moment, with a shimmer in her beautiful eyes, but she admitted it frankly.

She doesn't like her father.

This can be seen from the contradictory statement above.

Minamoto Raimitsu could actually understand that she was out of sight and out of mind, but she glanced at the photo in the corner of the wooden box and asked, "Aren't you going to take a look?"

"Not interested." Shengzi Shengu shook his head.

Seeing this, Minamoto Raimiko stopped trying to persuade him, after all, it belonged to his father, and she didn't care about her own business, but when he was about to take out everything, he found something unusual.

The stack of photos placed in the corner of the box was revealed, along with a corner of the diary, which seemed to have been stuck together for a long time, revealing a few words in the diary.

The clear handwriting came into view, making Yuan Laiguang frowned, and after a moment of silence, he raised his head to look at Shengzi Shengu, and said, "Then can I have a look?"

"Are you interested in dead man's stuff?"

Seiko Shengu didn't turn around, but just quietly looked at her mother's tombstone. The black professional skirt was blown by the breeze, revealing more legs wrapped in black silk.

From her tone, Yuan Laiguang could only feel her disregard and resentment towards her father.

She has been obedient and sensible since she was a child, and she is like a marionette in every aspect, and she has done her best for the Kamiya family. She has done her utmost responsibility.

"No, it's your picture."

Minamoto Raimitsu held a photo with his fingertips.

The back of the photo looks slightly yellowed.

Above is a family of four, Shiro Kamiya standing on the left with a majestic face, and a gentle woman in a colorful kimono on the right, and in the middle are Seiko Kamiya and Aiko Kamiya, one tall and one low.

This photo was not taken in a room, but outside, with warm sunlight in the background.

At that time, Seiko Kamiya was also wearing a kimono, with a smile on his face and flowers in his slightly gathered hair. He looked like a beauty, and his eyes were not as calm and peaceful as they are now.

"If you want to read it, just watch it. I'll put the lighter here. I'll go and clean up my mother's tombstone."

Shengzi Shengu threw the lighter at him, but just glanced at it lightly, as if he didn't care at all.

People are ashamed to be seen in childhood photos.

But she is not a girl, nor is she a student who has just graduated and is not too mature. For this kind of shame, her care is negligible.

Seeing this, Minamoto Larimitsu took the lighter.

But there was no rush to ignite it.

Instead, they looked over one by one.

Basically, they are all group photos, and it seems that the photos have been developed for a long time. Even if they are well preserved, they will inevitably be washed by time. The corners of many photos are curled, not to mention that the back will turn yellow.

After a few cursory glances, he put the photos back in their original positions, and then picked up the notebook.

The notebook is made of leather. It should be calfskin to the touch, but it feels very slippery. It must have been placed for many years. After opening it, there is no smell of stale paper. Instead, there is a scent, which is probably related to the material of the paper. It is indeed soft and moderate.

As the notebook was opened, there were rows of simple and elegant fonts on the paper.

The square and edge-shaped characters are not round, but they have a sense of simplicity, not as elegant as female fonts. Thinking of the owner of this wooden box, it should be her father's characters.

The notebook is about the thickness of two fingers.

From the first page, Minamoto Raimitsu looked over and found that it was indeed a diary. The time seems to have been written since the 90s of the last century. It can be said to be more than 40 years ago now. Most of the things recorded by Kamiya Shiro are about business. and relatives.

The report status of the last quarter, the development direction of the family business, and the outstanding descendants of relatives.

Most of these things, he also inherited the position of the head of the Kamiya family at a young age, Shiro Kamiya is also buried in these daily tedious things every day, and there seems to be no respite.

Seeing these journals, Minamoto Raimitsu just flipped through them roughly and then looked back, until the notebook was almost half written down, and then there was a change.

And this change started from when Shiro Kamiya got married to his wife and became pregnant with a child, until Seiko Kamiya was born. It can be clearly seen that Shiro Kamiya has a sense of expectation for the child who is about to be born.

Even all kinds of complaints in the diary began to turn into what kind of baby products to buy.

After Seiko Kamiya was born, Aiko Kamiya was also born one after another. In the past ten years, Shiro Kamiya has not written diligently in his diary, but the two daughters also account for a large proportion of the space, almost accounting for more than half.

Minamoto Raimitsu could feel that Kamiya Shiro was happy during this period of time after just watching for a few minutes.

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 very good.

Until one page started to change.

On this day, Seiko Kamiya just came of age, and because of the bubble economy, the property of the Kamiya family was greatly impacted, and at this time, Shiro Kamiya's uncle was entrusted to marry Seiko Kamiya.

The family that proposed marriage has a pivotal position in the transportation industry. At that time, the Kamiya family was transforming into the electronic component industry. The economic situation at home and abroad was very poor, and transportation became the main reason why the cargo chain was stuck.

That is to say, from now on, Minamoto Raimitsu carefully compared the time. This is the first time that Kamiya Shiro has not continued to write this note for more than three consecutive months.

When I continued to write, it seemed that I had returned to the state of not being married before. I didn't mention my two daughters and my wife. The lines were full of business matters, and I even wrote more carefully than before.

Seeing Minamoto Raikou already felt something was wrong.

Until nearly four or five months later, on this page of the diary, Minamoto Raimitsu saw a difference.

If it is said that all the previous writings are diaries.

Then this page can be said to be a confession.

The specific content is probably the guilt towards Shengzi Shengu and the disappointment of his wife. Just look at the handwriting, the more scribbled it is.

Minamoto even rubbed it with his fingers.

The paper can rub off fine hairs.

Under normal circumstances, the paper can show this kind of performance only if it has been soaked by water drops.

This notebook is his personal belonging.

Minamoto Yorimitsu felt that Shiro Kamiya would usually only put it in the mezzanine of the study, and it would not touch any water, so the only source of water that could be touched was probably the tears shed for his father.

Minamoto Raimitsu was a little silent when he saw this.

Mistakes are mistakes, and even regret cannot make up for it, just as suffering should not be called grinding.

Those who are just watching flowers on horseback continue to turn backwards.

He found Shiro Kamiya increasingly absent-minded.

There are fewer and fewer diaries written.

Sometimes even write once every one or two years.

This situation lasted until last year, and the handwriting became more and more lifeless.

[This note is written here, and it is almost time to end. When you pack up your belongings, you may or may not see it. After all, how can I not know what you hide in your heart. ]
[For you, I am definitely not a good father, so I want to say sorry to you, even if this sentence does not change your life. ]
[But after I'm dead, you don't have to always put this family on your shoulders anymore. Your child has been very strong since you got married, but you have to know that it's just an appearance that I'm gone. It's you, the child who really doesn't let go . ]
The quaint handwriting ended, and Minamoto Laiguang was slightly lost in thought while holding the notebook, and the black cotton clothes that had been unzipped were lifted slightly by the cool wind in the mountains and forests.

"Haven't you burned it for me?"

The words with a little coldness came to the ears with the cool mountain wind, which completely brought Minamoto Yorimitsu back to his senses.

He turned his head to look at Shengzi Shengu.

He closed the notebook in his hand, stood silently on the spot for a moment, and opened his mouth in her sight.

"Miss Shengzi."

"what happened?"

"Are you sure you want to burn this pair of gloves?"

Minamoto Raimiko picked up the glove with crooked stitches in the wooden box: "Uncle Kamiya knitted this for you."

Shengzi Shengu was slightly taken aback when he heard this.

But after a while, it returned to nature.

She didn't speak, her eyes were focused on the glove in Minamoto's hand, although she acted nonchalantly, there was a wave in her eyes.

"Since it was woven for me, why didn't you give it to me face to face? It's really ridiculous to put it in the relic."

Her slender eyes drooped slightly, a smile appeared on her beautiful cheeks, and she said as if she was muttering to herself.

Minamoto Raimitsu did not continue to speak.

He just handed over the notes in his hand.

Shengzi Shengu glanced at it, stood there silent for a while, and finally stretched out his hand to take it.

She looked it up without hesitation.

But the notebook is very thick, and even if she just skim through it, it will take at least three or four minutes.

Minamoto Raimitsu just waited calmly.

Wait until about 5 minutes later.

Seiko Kamiya closed the notebook.

She was more silent than she had looked before.

"Miss Shengzi, I probably understand the reason why you want to die, but as Uncle Shengu said, the person who really restrains you is not others, but yourself."

"Our relationship is considered to be friends for the time being, that's why I said this, it's up to you to listen or not."

"But I want to give you the last piece of advice. Think about what you really want. If I can help, I will definitely help, and there will be no excuses."

Minamoto Raimiko is not a robot, whether it is admiration, friendship, or previous ambiguity towards Seiko Kamiya, he doesn't want to watch her beg for death.

Without the concept of living, with the idea of ​​dying, it is actually easy to detect it.

At least he could feel it, and because of his own status, he didn't want to see someone like Shengu Shengzi exile himself, so he said so many words, hoping to let her take the burden off her shoulders.

However, after hearing his words, Shengzi Shengu didn't show any changes on his face.

Instead, she raised her eyes and looked directly into his.

This kind of look gradually became strange, which made him feel like he was pretending to be stupid, that is, when he wanted to ask a question, Shengzi Shengu finally took the lead.

"What do I want, didn't I say it?"

"what?"

"Of course it's a child."

(End of this chapter)