[Comprehensive] My wealthy friends

How weak the family relationship is.

This sentence is not entirely correct, but Kawashima thinks it is relatively appropriate to use it on himself.

If it is said that Kawashima could still get the "reward of love" from his father before his parents divorced, after the divorce, even contact has become extravagant.

His parents divorced in the year he graduated from elementary school, and the time was well chosen. It happened to be the day he graduated and returned, and his mother told him that from now on, the two of them would live together.

"What about Dad?"

"Father is going to be separated from us, but he will still be Xiao Lin's father."

"That's it."

He clearly remembered that he nodded at that time, then put down his backpack and hugged his mother who looked calm but slightly sad on the sofa: "Mom, don't be sad. I have graduated and can take care of my mother."

Mother touched his head, but said nothing.

Kawashima knew that his parents did not match in personality.

When the two stood quietly together, they were indeed talented and beautiful, but their personalities were very different.

Probably because his mother lived in seclusion and his father often went out at night, Kawashima always felt that his mother was a passive, even weak side in front of his father.

When this happened, he felt that his mother had been wronged.

For more than a year before my mother went abroad for work, they lived together, but they had very little communication. My mother was not good at talking. Although she would listen to his narration and respond accordingly, she mostly smiled gently. .

After going abroad, this kind of close relationship has turned into a weekly letter of safety.

Even mothers can only meet this level of requirements, and fathers are even more rare to take the initiative to contact.

Of course Kawashima doesn't feel that what happened is only the fault of his parents, and he himself, who didn't make any effort, is also a big driving force behind the current situation.

Aunt—the only daughter of the last generation of the Fujiwara family, Fujiwara Sakurachi, once said that their family was probably the most peaceful family when they divorced.

Neither adults nor children made any noise, and even the not-so-mature only son could safely stand aside and listen to the lawyer's final announcement, without showing any weakness or reluctance throughout the whole process.

……

The screen continued to light up, showing the other party's perseverance.

"Hey?"

"Xiao Lin, you are too slow to answer the phone~"

Completely ignoring the indifference in his words, the high-pitched voice expresses itself with earnest emotion. With just this sentence, it seems as if you can see a gorgeously dressed and coquettish man standing in front of you with a smile on his face.

Kawashima let out a slow breath.

"Is there a problem?"

"Hey, it's so big that the child doesn't like to listen to daddy anymore." The man sighed unconsciously, and just finished before the trigger point, and got down to business, "It's not a big deal, daddy, I delivered something Here it is, remember to check it when you get home."

"What?" Kawashima didn't think that with his unreliable personality, he could really bring something worth looking forward to.

— Thank goodness it wasn't a shock.

"You'll know it when you see it. Please Rin~"

"in the end……"

"Ah, I almost forgot to ask." The voice drew closer, probably holding the phone back to the ear again, "Speaking of which, Xiao Lin, you are about to graduate. Have you chosen where to go in high school?"

"...Why are you asking this?"

"You care about my only son."

"..."

Kawashima's expression remained calm: "What did you say to your mother?"

His speaking style is completely different from that of his father, who has many twists and turns. His narrative style will be a bit inhumane and too straightforward if it is not necessary. It is vividly reflected, and even because it hits the key point directly, it often catches people off guard.

There was a moment of silence on the phone.

"Well, your mother told me." The man's voice was unexpectedly low and magnetic, and his tone was no longer as frivolous as before, "She misses you very much."

"..." Kawashima moved his fingers unconsciously, involving the burnt part, and suddenly woke up, "Why did you contact your mother?"

"Your question is too strange."

"So you don't want to answer me?"

"Well, don't mind the adults' business."

Calm, composed, concise words.

Compared with a few seconds ago, it is completely turned upside down.

In this state, the two people who are connected by radio waves gradually have similar points of overlap.

"Exactly, I don't want to tell you about me either."

After hanging up the communication, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the driver still looking straight ahead, maintaining his professionalism at all times.

Kawashima leaned back slightly and leaned back in the chair. Before his tense nerves could relax for a moment, the phone vibrated again.

"..."

Is it a holiday today?

This time it was left for a longer time, and there was not enough space to sort out the thoughts in my mind. The phone vibrated for a while and stopped, and then repeated it again.

Kawashima picked up the phone:

[Kamiki Chizuru]

"Thank goodness you are finally not busy!"

The moment the phone was connected, Shenmu spoke first, and without giving Kawashima a chance to speak, he said quickly, "What's going on with you and Daoming Temple?"

"What?" Kawashima was a little absent-minded, but now he really regained his consciousness.

"Just now I... well, I asked Ximen about the child, but he told me that if I asked for love," Shenmu's tone of helplessness showed the extreme headache at the moment,

"—Only if you come forward will it be effective."

It was completely dark when we got home.

After getting off the car, Kawashima has been thinking about whether he should take the time to go to the shrine to worship. There are too many messy facts recently.

But life is like this, often when you feel that it is doing evil to you, you will usher in an even more unfavorable future development.

Kawashima stared at the bright beam of headlights swaying on his body, showing the sense of existence like a shadow. After a night of continuous tossing, he couldn't help feeling that his facial nerves were about to die.

"My friend, can I come out and talk? I don't have time to make trouble with you at night."

The beam of light did not disappear, but the car door opened from the inside, accompanied by a burst of exaggerated laughter.

"Hahahahaha scared you, coward hahahahahahahahahaha..."

Kawashima: "..."

He knew it.

"Why did you ask for leave today? It's still so late... What's the matter with your hand?" Daoming Temple frowned, and the question that was meant to be an unpleasant question suddenly changed sharply, "I went out to fight with someone—rebellious period?"

"You still know this word is really congratulations." Chuan Dao raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. He felt a headache when he saw Daoming Temple, "What do you want from me?"

"Who is looking for you?" Daoming Si sneered disdainfully, "As the boss, let me see if my employees are just being lazy."

"After reading it, I won't entertain you anymore. It's easy to leave." I was too lazy to argue, and confirmed that the theme of the response was "whatever you say." Kawashima was very calm, without even a fluctuating tone, just like a Kind elders.

"Hey!!"

Seeing that Chuan Dao really turned around and left, Daoming Temple chased after him in two or three steps, his face full of displeasure: "Who allows you to go!"

——One of the sentence patterns that have been seen for a long time.

Kawashima moved his finger to his temple, and the tentacle could feel that part beating actively. He closed his eyes and said helplessly, "Well, what else do you want to say?"

"What happened to your hand?"

"It accidentally burned."

"Stupid. Have you been to the hospital?" Daoming Si still asked the question with disgust.

"Been there."

Chuan Dao put down his hand pressing his temple, and really couldn't understand why he had to talk about these things downstairs at home with the cold wind blowing at night, especially after each meeting, Daoming Temple's attitude always became weirder than before. It was a headache, and it made him feel extremely helpless.

He doesn't like to deal with any troublesome things or people, and even people or things that will bring him unrest in the future will make Kawashima uncomfortable to avoid.

And Daoming Temple is exactly such an existence.

Chuan Dao couldn't help showing an unbearable look that he didn't know, but it successfully misunderstood Daoming Si: "Hey, do you have a headache? - What's wrong with you? Talk!"

"I'm probably better off if you don't shout so loudly." Kawashima stepped back a little, "If there's anything important, you should talk about it first."

"Don't you need to go to the hospital?" Daoming Si looked him up and down suspiciously, and finally compromised, "Okay, my young master doesn't bother to play tricks."

He suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, showing a rare complacent smile without irony, but still condescending: "The building you live in now, this young master has already bought it. In other words, I am not only your boss now, Still your landlord."

Kawashima: "..."

The young man turned around and left, his pace was astonishingly fast, his lips pressed together expressionlessly.

Daoming Temple ran after him, shouting angrily:

"Hey!"

"Hey! Rin Kawashima!!"

"——Fujiwara, you guys stop for me!!!"

Kawashima was startled, and stopped first.

Daoming Si, who was walking equally fast, caught up in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Daoming Temple was obviously angry, but why did he suppress it abruptly, he just gritted his teeth and asked, "What are you upset about?!"

It's rare for this person to be able to tell that others are unhappy.

Kawashima almost wanted to applaud him.

"Then what are you happy about?" Kawashima asked unceremoniously, but because his emotions were not high, he was somewhat lacking in momentum. "Because you bought the apartment I rented, so you are happy? What is the purpose? To be yours." Follower, listen to you? —— Daoming Si, are you really too free, what good does all this do to you, and make you so persistent?"

Several questions came at the same time, Daoming Si was still in a daze, so he didn't notice that the other party called his last name seriously for the first time after the reunion.

As he blurted out not long ago.

"You have a lot of money and no one will stop you. You can spend it however you like." Chuan Dao sighed deeply, the facts that happened all day made him too tired, "But if you want something the most It's better to say it directly, such a detour is not good for anyone. If you are still struggling with that accident, I can only say...it was really an accident, I didn't expect it myself, and I don't know if I want to make up for it How should I compensate for that kind of thing? You can beat me up if you really can’t do it. But it’s impossible to be a follower. I’ve said so much, but I only have one meaning—”

"Be direct in what you say and do, so that I can understand your true intentions better."

Daoming Si is a domineering person, but this does not prevent him from being a person who can be easily seen through his heart.

As long as the trajectory of attitude changes before and after is connected, Kawashima can easily distinguish the message revealed by Daoming Temple's actions at this moment.

What an awkward person this is, Kawashima thought he had learned it many years ago.

The Daoming Sisi who knocked down the candy he handed out in the courtyard, but accidentally defended himself in the subsequent incident, is actually not much different from the grown-up young master today.