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Just as he walked out of the clinic, a phantom suddenly appeared in front of him. He rubbed his eyes, almost mistakenly thinking that he had run into a ghost.

The red umbrella floated closer, and before I knew it, I was three steps away.

"Bai Boss?" Yamada noticed that Bai Wei's Tsing Yi sleeves were dripping with blood: "Your hands?"

"It's not my blood." Bai Wei shook his head.

"The clinic is right here, but I don't know if it can be cured." Yamada looked at the cat that Bai Wei was holding, and suddenly felt a little pain in the wound.

"Let me ask you something." Bai Wei said, "Where is Yoshino's hometown?"

"On the edge of Kofune Town, a few streets away, not very far." Yamada said, suddenly reacted, staring at the cat: "The cat in your hand, could it be..."

Bai Wei remained silent.

Yamada gritted his teeth and said, "I'll lead the way."

"unnecessary."

"I'll take you there!"

"it is good……"

……

After walking a few streets, a quaint old house appeared in front of me.

Obviously, this house is at least a hundred years old. The houses in Yingzhou are almost all wooden beams and foundations, and the overall beams have shown collapse and seem to be crumbling.

A house that no one lives in will be damaged faster if it is less popular.

Bai Wei stopped in front of the house, looked at the plaque on the house, and asked with a frown.

"Isn't this house already sold?"

"It was sold, but because of the death of Mr. Yoshino's family, the neighbors jointly wrote a book and delivered it to the shogunate. The execution office stopped the project and kept half of the street... At present, the ownership of this house belongs to the shogunate. It’s public, but no one takes care of it.”

Yamada walked to the main entrance and tried to pull the door, but he didn't expect that the door would be opened with just a little force.

The wooden tenon structure behind the wooden door has long since decayed, and there is a smell of dust and cobwebs and decay in the air.

The outer layer of the house retains the basic layout of the wagashi shop, and the tables are covered with red cloth.

Bai Wei put down his umbrella and said softly, "You're home."

Hearing these words, the tricolor cat shook its ears and opened its eyes.

Looking at this familiar scene and object, I don't know where to give birth to a burst of strength, and I jumped from Bai Wei's hand.

It quickly passed through the outer hall, and it didn't look like it was injured at all. It jumped onto the tatami mats briskly, passed through the space under the partition, and ran into the interior of the room.

Bai Wei followed slowly.

The three-flowered cat nimbly shuttled and ran around the house.

Is there something out of the corner.

Or small puppet toys, or some dirty quilts.

Dog lover, cat fetish.

Nearly every door in the house has intentional flow-outs underneath for him to walk through, and the sheer number of cat toys is a testament to how much he has been loved by the family in the past.

Bai Wei lowered his head and picked up a handmade puppet, which was covered with bite marks, patched and wrapped in leather.

In the room, he saw a wooden sewing machine and a lot of processed fabrics on the walls.

It is conceivable that there was a teenage girl sitting on this stool, gently turning the wooden wheel shaft, sewing dolls delicately and patiently, and perhaps humming some pleasant melodies, so that the sun should shine through The windows spilled into the room, illuminating her serious face, and there was a lazy tabby cat lying on her lap, purring comfortably.

It was lying cross-legged on the stool at this time, but it could no longer find the familiar body temperature.

Bai Wei approached, seeming to wake it up, it jumped off the stool, walked across the corridor, and ran to the courtyard.

Sighing softly, he followed the flower cat.

In the courtyard, it squatted obediently on the cushion beside the walkway.

Lift your eyes and look at the tree in the garden.

It was an orange tree, and in autumn it was full of fruit.

It raised its paw and wanted to touch it, but it lost the strength and almost fell into the mud pit in the courtyard.

At this time, one hand gently pinched the back of its neck and put it back on the mat.

Huamao turned her head: "Meow?"

In its eyes, it was a girl smiling gently.

"Be careful, don't run around in the courtyard."

"If you get too much mud, it will be a hassle to clean up, and Dad will be angry."

"You just bask in the sun here... close your eyes and sleep, and the day will pass like this."

Blue sky and bright sun...

girl humming...

Sanhuamao lowered its head and changed to a comfortable position to lie down.

It rubbed against the cushion comfortably, and its breath was full of the smell of the sun, as well as the faint smell of camellia on the girl's body.

what the hell……

It turned out to be here all along.

It made me look for you for so long, so I can't do this next time.

If you get lost, be sure to tell me, I will take you home.

Ah, so sleepy.

The cat opened its mouth and yawned.

Eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, it must be because I have been running outside for too long.

It's time for a good night's sleep.

With the most comfortable cushion, the warmest sunshine, and the side of your favorite relatives...

Just like that, be quiet...

sleep...

……

The rain was dripping from the leaky eaves, and the cold rain flowed down Bai Wei's palm, soaking his sleeves.

On the soft cushion under the sleeve, the cat quietly closed its eyes, without making a sound.

The rain was pattering.

Not a ray of sunlight to be seen.

After a while, Yamada said softly, "Master Bai..."

"Shh..."

Bai Wei raised his index finger.

"Don't be too loud."

"It just fell asleep."

……

Waiting for the rain to stop at night, the first ray of sunshine falls in the courtyard in the morning.

Bai Wei let go of the hand holding the eaves and said, "It's dawn."

Yamada, who watched the rain scene with him for several hours, also rubbed his eyes.

He sighed and said, "It's dawn."

"It's a pity that I met it too late. If it had been earlier..." Bai Wei said, "I'll leave it to you to take care of it. It's time to go back, otherwise my sister will talk about it."

"Yes, it will definitely be done." Yamada took a deep breath: "Bai Sang, I thought about a lot of things tonight, and now I finally figured it out."

"What did you figure out?"

"I want to resign from the company." Yamada said seriously: "I want to buy this store, renovate it, and reopen it! I will spend the rest of my life apologizing. I hope that after I go to Huangquan , I had the guts to say "I'm sorry" to them, and say "I tried my best to forgive my sins". I know that it is impossible to get forgiven even so, but at least it is better than doing nothing. "

Bai Wei looked at Yamada in surprise, and he noticed the exclamation mark on the top of the other's head shining brightly in the morning light.

【A step towards new life】

Yamada bent down and bowed deeply: "Thanks to you, I have the courage to face the past and the courage to go to the future. This kindness is unforgettable! I will never forget it in my life!"

"When you open, I will take care of the business." Bai Wei waved with his back turned, and disappeared into the same-color light of the rising sun.

Chapter 51 Fujiwara

Fujiwara Mansion, located in the southeast of the old Edo, is an old house with a history of more than 360 years.

Fujiwara's surname can be traced back to the princes and nobles more than 1000 years ago. However, because of the surname change in the middle, Fujiwara is no longer the original Fujiwara. From the near side of the emperor, the regent of Yingzhou, to It became an ordinary samurai family, and now that the sword hunting order is implemented, even the status of the samurai family has not been preserved.

The contemporary generals of the shogunate choose to absorb the army directly from the civilian class, and the non-commissioned officers are directly transferred from the shogunate, all of which need to be appointed by the shogunate. Except for a small number of truly powerful swordsmen enshrined, the ancient class of samurai has not been directly converted into military personnel. Fang, and there is no chance to participate in the political cabinet, and naturally gradually lag behind the times. From this point of view, except for a longer history, the Fujiwara family is not fundamentally different from ordinary Yakuza organizations.

A warrior who falls into the grass and becomes a bandit is better than a farmer who goes to work in the field.

The atmosphere in Fujiwara's house today is dull, like a pool of stagnant water.

A dozen or so members of the Fujiwara family gathered around the table, drinking tea calmly, playing with teacups, or looking up at the head seat.

The atmosphere was oppressive, and it wasn't until the door was opened that a gust of cold wind came in, which revived the stagnant water.

The two people on the left and right got up and saluted, watching a middle-aged man walk to the first seat and take his seat safely.

The head of the Fujiwara family, Shusaku Fujiwara, one of the seven swords of the samurai society.

He was wearing a kimono, and his body smelled of sweat. He seemed to have just finished sweating happily in the kendo field. He was energetic, but also lazy.

"Everyone is here."

"Yes……"