The man rescued from Kabukicho

With the intention of "pour a glass of water and come back soon", Jiro moved down, got out of Ijuin's arms, walked out of the room lightly, and went downstairs to where the kitchen should be.

In this mansion, even at such a late night, the corridors are lit, and looking out from the windows on the corridor, you can also see that the exterior walls of the building are illuminated by decorative lights. It is not like a home, but more like an expensive showpiece.

As a guest, walking in the mansion without authorization in the middle of the night made Cilang uneasy. The night scene in front of him was very different from that of ordinary people, which made him realize the disparity in class more deeply. idea.

Cirou lightened his steps and walked faster at the same time.

Fortunately, he arrived at the kitchen without incident. To Cilang's surprise, both he and the maid were taken aback by the maid who had cut out the clothes and plaque, but both of them were very cautious and did not make a fuss. What's happening.

Hearing Cilang's explanation that he was thirsty, the maid hurriedly poured Cilang a glass of pure water, and then reminded Cilang in a low voice with some embarrassment: "Well, the small freezer in the side hall of Master Hechen's bedroom has the same brand of purified water. It will be replaced every week, and the date is guaranteed to be fresh, so you can drink it with confidence. If you don’t like bottled water, you can ring the bell to order us to deliver other drinks, and there are people at night.”

It was obvious that Cilang came out to find water to drink without any hassle, but when the maid said this, it seemed that Cilang was worried that the date of the bottled water was not fresh, or worried that there would be no servants in the house at night.He insisted that Cilang's ignorance of the situation was noble, which meant to give Cilang a step down.

Cilang used to be a professional, so he naturally heard that the maid was in the Circus, and he was even more embarrassed by being so carefully taken care of, making him look like a big shot.

In order to repay the kindness, Cilang restrained his nervousness in the face of the young lady, tried his best to smile, and said frankly: "Thank you, I didn't understand the situation, thank you for your information."

The maid hurriedly said no, and thoughtfully said that she wanted to take Cilang upstairs, but Cilang quickly refused: "Don't bother, I'll just walk back by myself."

After being polite to each other again and again, Cilang sighed silently when he finally managed to leave the kitchen alone.

It is really not easy to work in such a wealthy mansion.

Ci Lang walked back to the second floor, and suddenly realized that he had forgotten which way to go.

The Ijiin mansion is a combination of Western and Western styles. Generally speaking, modern architecture should be more relaxed and casual when adding Western styles. However, this mansion is like a replica of a Meiji period mansion. The overall tone and appearance tend to be modern. Nei Sha Ji's nephew Ji Gu's gun is graceful and neat, and the details of the furniture are even more rigid and majestic.

Cilang, who was standing at the top of the stairs, had a hard time seeing the corridors on the left and right that seemed to be identical.

After all, he was not familiar with San, but he only remembered that the room of Yijuyuan was probably at the fourth or fifth door.

He tried to go to the left, but found that the third door was ajar, and he was good at changing weapons.

Did he forget to close the door when he went out?But he clearly remembered that when he went out, in order not to disturb Yijiyuan's rest, he not only closed the door but also turned off the lights.

But at this moment, Cirou no longer trusts his own memory.

But if not, isn't that the same as voyeurism?

Cilang hesitated again and again, feeling that it was not an option to just stand in the corridor so stupidly, so he approached cautiously, and heard someone talking inside.

He was about to back away when he heard Yijuin's name.

"That kid Kazumi..."

Is it Ijuin's mother?

Cilang suddenly stopped in his tracks.

At this time another person spoke, it should be the eldest brother of Yijiyuan.

Shinichiro Ijiin sighed, and said, "I didn't take on the responsibilities of my elder brother. I asked Mika to come over tonight. I originally wanted to maintain the face of the family, so that Kazuomi wouldn't be so unconfident about starting a family. I didn't expect that woman I don't know the etiquette to this point, but let Hechen see the unfortunate side of marriage, I really... It's all my fault, if I were a better brother, everything would not be like it is today, and I hurt my mother like this Worried. My father was so mad at me too."

Hearing what the eldest son said, Mrs. Yijiyuan wept in a low voice, was comforted for a while, and then said: "My poor Shinichiro, you have always been a kind child, until now, you still care about Kazumi so much, but Hechen's child is getting better and better. The more surly you are, you do your own way, you don't consider your family, you don't listen to persuasion at all, and now you're still with that man... I really don't know what to do."

Speaking of this, she seemed to be slowly restraining her emotions, and resumed her usual gentle tone: "Please rest assured, Shinichiro-san, your father will definitely understand, it's all that woman's fault, and having such a wife is life Unfortunately, divorce is nothing to our Yijiyuan family. To kick her out early and marry another virtuous person is a good thing for you, as well as for Gongxian's education. That child, Gongxian, is already a little outrageous. The old way of the minister."

At this time, Shinichiro Ijiin said in a low voice that seemed to be very hurt: "Sure enough, you also think that bow string is more like a Kazumi?"

Amidst Mrs. Yijiyuan's flustered rebuttal, he smiled wryly, and said, "Sometimes I still feel that she really doesn't look like my child."

Mrs. Yijiyuan persuaded softly: "The paternity test cannot be faked. It has been done several times at home and abroad, and the result is the same. What else can I say? The child is just like her great-grandmother. Shinichiro-san should not think too much about what the child will grow into. In this way, education is the most important thing, and it is necessary to correct it in time before it is too late. I still think that Gong Xian's mother is a good woman."

Shinichiro Ijuin seemed to be in some pain and said: "Yuzuru's mother...is my fault, I shouldn't doubt her, and now I don't have the face to ask her to come back."

Mrs. Yijiyuan said softly: "What can't be forgiven between husband and wife? What's more, you still have Gongxian. If you can remarry her and give birth to one or two younger brothers for Gongxian, then what's not perfect in your little family? If this is the case, your father and I will feel at ease."

"You're right," Ijuin Shinichiro's tone was as excited as if he was already holding his son in his arms, "I think it's okay to say what she said."

When the conversation between mother and son turned to more warm topics, Cilang clenched his fists, walked away from the door lightly, and continued to search for the bedroom in Yijiyuan.

He wanted to see Ijuin immediately.

He has an idea.

A slightly crazy idea.

Ijuin woke up.

He turned on the night light and realized it was early morning.

Cirou was not by his side.

At this point in time, I was in the mansion of Yijiin again, and Ijiin didn't need to bother to guess, I knew that Jiro either went to the kitchen or went to the bathroom.

So there is no need to get up and look for someone.

He pressed the button next to the night light, and the curtains retreated to both sides. Lying on the bed, he saw the scene of the night sky that he was so familiar with and bored.

In fact, being able to see a complete night sky without being affected by high-rise buildings, without any other buildings in sight, is already an enviable luxury in such a location in Tokyo.

But if a person has been staring at this night sky every night, every night since he was a teenager and can't fall asleep, even if he can see the stars, eventually, anyone will get bored.

The only thing that satisfied him about this bedroom was that it was quiet.

Others, there is almost no satisfaction.

He also complained that the air circulation was not good enough, and he didn't like the feel of the fabric.

Mochizuki Jirou is still not there at the moment.

It had been a long time since he had experienced this familiar feeling of irritability.

——Since rescuing Mochizuki Jirou.

The long-lost bad emotions were analyzed by Yijiyuan with reason, and they quickly returned to reason, and finally became illusory.

The eyes of the man lying on the bed became more and more indifferent, with a deep chill, like an eternal glacier.

At this time, someone opened the door.

"Finally found it," said the cheerful and pleasant voice to itself in a very low volume.

After closing the door, it seemed that he had just noticed the night light, and the voice became worried again, with a caring temperature, and matched with the hurried approaching footsteps, asked: "Are you awake?"

Yijiyuan didn't answer, but turned his face to look at the person coming.

Mochizuki Jiro.

It was the moon that was missing in the night sky outside the window, and he wanted to hug him immediately.

But Cilang didn't return to bed as soon as he expected.

Cilang squatted down beside the bed and looked up at him.

In the weak warm yellow light of the night light, this 30-year-old student, who was treated like a prince by girls in junior high school, has been deceived, hurt, and severely injured. The trust that looks at him The eyes are still the same, as if they have not been subjected to the wind and rain of the years.

That expression also carried an eagerness to take risks.

Just like a golden retriever dog.

Yijuin couldn't help reaching out to rub Jirou's head.

Jirou, who was squatting beside the bed, reached out and grabbed Ijuin's wrist, but didn't let go.

Cilang plucked up his courage and suggested, "Yijiyuan Kazumi, elope with me? Now."

?

Yijuan raised his eyebrows.

Did not get an answer from Yijiyuan, Cilang added nervously: "Although I said I wanted to take you to elope, but I still have to borrow your car and driver, ah, that, I just think, I don't want you to stay here It doesn't seem right, so, in short, I want to say, let's go back? Go home."

At this point, Sang Cilang seemed to have finally found what he wanted to say, and repeated firmly: "Let's elope home. Okay?"

In the silence waiting for a reply, Cilang felt his head was burning like a hot water kettle emitting white steam, tense, surging, and buzzing.

He heard Yijuin answer: "Okay."

It was like a whistle.

The kettle boiled.