The man rescued from Kabukicho

They still slept together at night, and Yijiin said that he could go to the guest room to sleep, but Cilang didn't allow him to go.

"I'm just angry," Cilang said with a straight face, "Who allowed you to run away?"

Yijuin replied: "I understand."

Being hugged by Ijuin as usual, Jiro thought he would suffer from insomnia because of his complicated thoughts, but in fact he didn't.

They still embrace each other and fall asleep, but they don't chat before going to bed.

This kind of silence, as if with some kind of slightly bitter grassy smell, quietly accumulated in the bedroom.

Certainly not cheerful, but not unpleasant either.

When Cilang woke up the next day, the first thing he felt was a chill.

He thought it was because Yijiin left the bedroom first, walked to the bathroom, and saw the cooling alarm on the smart panel.

In this late spring season, the temperature suddenly dropped to single digits abnormally, and there will be heavy rainfall in the afternoon. No wonder the room can feel the coolness.

Let the blackout curtains in the bathroom open automatically, and the window is cloudy.

After washing up, Cilang went downstairs, and before he finished the stairs, he found that the dining room was also very silent this morning, and he hadn't heard any conversations.

"Add milk?"

Ci Lang finally heard Feng Zao's mother-in-law's voice.

He stopped and waited, but he didn't wait for Ijuin's answer. He must have nodded or shook his head silently.

Then there was silence again.

Ijuin doesn't want to talk, is it because he is in a bad mood?

Thinking this way, Cirou sat down at the corner of the stairs.

He didn't know why he didn't want to go into the restaurant, maybe because he hadn't figured out how to get along with Yijuin for the rest of his life and how to domesticate this big cat.

He shouldn't be able to make Yijuin happy like this, at least he knows this.

Ci Lang heard Feng Zao's mother-in-law ask in a low voice: "Ah, are you kidding too much?"

Then I heard Yijuin answer: "...It's a love quarrel."

"Then we need to reconcile quickly." Granny Fengzao said worriedly.

"Maybe it's better to let nature take its course." Yijuin replied calmly.

what.

Cilang stood up abruptly, walked downstairs quickly, and walked into the dining room.

"Remember to wear a coat when you go out," Yijiyuan looked up at him, as if he was not surprised that he didn't add clothes in time, so he instructed.

Cilang looked at the armchair he used to sit on, and sure enough there was a coat suitable for the weather draped over the back of the chair.

So the small flame extinguished, leaving behind a soft warm charcoal fire.

"Good morning, did you sleep well?" Granny Fengzao greeted him with a smile.

Ci Lang heard so many past events last night, he was in a complicated mood for a while, but he still responded well: "Good morning, Granny Fengzao, I slept very well."

After breakfast, Yijuin stood up, and Granny Fengzao put on his coat for him.

What is this?

What Yijiyuan was wearing today was actually the old clothes that he had lent to Cilang to wear. The blue-gray wool coat was an old-fashioned style that Yijiyuan bought with his salary when he was working in Xiaguan, which fit the officialdom atmosphere.

It still looks like new, but Ciro passed through it and knew that there was a scald mark the size of a grain of rice on the left sleeve elbow. Yijuin said that it was in the middle of overnight overtime work, and when he went to the rest area to refresh his mind, he was caught by a colleague who smoked beside him. Accidentally scalded it.

It didn't matter if I lent it to Cirou who had no job and didn't need to attend formal occasions at the time, but Yijuin is a person who pays attention to image, why would he choose to wear this old clothes on weekdays?

If it was in the past, Cilang wouldn't think too much about it, but just after hearing Yijiyuan's confession last night, Cilang always felt that Yijiyuan must have a reason for doing so.

Cilang didn't intend to keep the question in his heart, and asked directly in a low voice: "Why are you wearing this?"

Yijuin thought for a while, and then said objectively: "You might be angry after hearing this."

ha?

Ci Lang stared at him imposingly, and ordered: "Say."

"I'm going to the airport," Ijuin said calmly, "Because you care about her a little, Ijuin's bowstring flight to Kyoto is scheduled in the morning. I can spare time and drop you off by the way."

Cilang keenly grasped the key words: "By the way?"

Yijiin seemed to twitch the corners of his mouth for a moment, but when Cirou looked carefully, he was expressionless again.

Ijiin continued to explain: "There is a person I know. He and I used to be colleagues in the Ministry of Health, Labor and Welfare. He is on a business trip abroad and flew back to Tokyo this morning. If there is no accident, he should be met at the airport. He is talented and ambitious. People who come from ordinary families, the only thing they lack is help, which will be very useful in the future.”

His eyes fell on the left sleeve elbow of Yijuin's clothes, and Cirou guessed in a firm tone: "He scalded the clothes."

Yijuin didn't deny it, and nodded lightly.

what.

Ci Lang frowned: "He...does he like you?"

Wearing old clothes on purpose is obviously trying to play the emotional card.

I was a colleague with Yijiyuan back then, and now I am still working in Xiaguan, so I must have climbed relatively high. I was also evaluated by Yijiyuan as talented and ambitious, and also an elite with no background from a commoner background. In other words, she is excellent beyond ordinary people Imagine youth officials.

Ci Lang lowered his eyes, his eyes darkened.

"It's not like that," Yijiyuan could not help but chuckle when he heard the smell of jealousy, and then his tone became indifferent, "He thought that I had the same ambition as him, but he had to return to the Yijiyuan consortium to inherit the family business. However, he did Appreciate me a lot.”

Ci Lang looked at him, and asked sharply: "Is it 'he thinks', or 'you let him think'?"

In response to Cirou's words, Ijuin narrowed his eyes happily, like a big cat being petted comfortably by humans, without any emotion, and admitted it as a matter of course: "Of course I let him think so."

Cirou had nothing to say.

This feels like a cat raised at home, telling the owner openly that it is going to go out to the neighbor's house to trick Xiaoyu into eating.

And it didn't hide it at all. It told the owner frankly that the bow on its paw was bought for it by the neighbor Mr., and it wore it on purpose today to increase the probability of cheating the little fish.

Yijiyuan observed Cilang, and calmly said: "It's okay not to wear this one, if you don't like it, I'll change it."

It's just a prop to play the emotional card. Without this old clothes, it would not increase the difficulty for Yijiyuan.It is impossible for political elites to be persuaded simply by the friendship of old colleagues.

Cilang thought, this is not a question of whether he likes it or not.

After listening to Yijiin's words, Cilang realized more clearly that this big cat is indeed, as it confessed last night, a habitual offender who goes around looking for humans to cheat Xiao Yugan.

Although he was jealous, he realized that he didn't particularly care.

After all, he was very sure that with the pride of this big cat, even if he condescended to cheat Xiao Yugan, he would not let others touch him.

If a small fish can satisfy him, then he can cheat as much as he likes.

What Cirou is worried about is that this ferocious beast disguised as a cat may not be able to insist on ignoring such a big fish like a human being with reason at a certain moment of hunger.

When he came back to his senses, Yijiin had arrived by his side at some point, and had already changed into the coat that was originally prepared for him.

"I'm going out," Yijiin leaned down and kissed him on the forehead.

Ci Lang replied calmly: "Be careful all the way."

But I couldn't help thinking in my heart: I went out to cheat Xiaoyugan, bad cat.

Because it was cold outside, Jirou led Shuntaro into the house, checked the feeding record on the operation panel, found that he hadn't rewarded him in the past two days, and even fed Shuntaro a special apple.

The giant dog ate the apple with a click, then gently licked Jiro's hand.

When Cilang was painting in the study, the huge guard dog lay obediently under the table, allowing Cilang to stuff his feet into its arms to keep warm.

Sometimes not sure about the details of the dog's expression, Jiro even used Shuntaro as a model, pushing and rubbing the giant dog's face randomly, but it was not angry at all.

"As expected, a dog is the best," Cilang praised the giant dog while hugging it, and even kissed its huge head.

Shuntaro was very happy, and his stubby tail tapped on the carpet with a muffled rattling sound.

In the afternoon, when Granny Fengzao planned to go home, it was already stormy outside. Cilang wanted to keep her, but she was still hesitating. A bodyguard reported from the operation panel that someone was coming to pick her up.

Sometimes this happens in life. People who didn't know each other unexpectedly met each other within two days after hearing about it.

It was her husband, Kota Ayanokōji, who came to meet Granny Fuzaa.

As the dean of Lingxiaoji Hospital, he naturally had a driver and an assistant. In this weather, he didn't have to get out of the car himself to pick up people, but he walked through the courtyard with an umbrella and came to pick him up at the entrance of the villa.

He is a tall and elegant old man with a handsome face, a suit and leather shoes, his hair combed meticulously, and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses. When he enters the door, he puts the umbrella in the umbrella bucket before opening his mouth. The details reveal his good cultivation.

He looks like a scholar and professor, with an easy-going expression, but sharp eyes.

"Good afternoon, is this Mr. Mochizuki?" He greeted Cirou kindly.

Ci Lang hurriedly responded: "Hello, please call me Ci Lang."

Granny Fengzao was a little surprised, and then complained affectionately: "Ah, why are you here? You just came back from England again in this weather, really."

Mr. Lingkouji smiled: "It's because of the weather, so I came to pick him up. I haven't been to my sister's house for a long time."

After hearing the words, Granny Fengzao said with a little flamboyance: "Kota-san missed the whole season of cherry blossoms, and it blooms very well this year, that cherry blossom."

"It's really a pity," Mr. Ayanokōji had a sad expression for a moment, but he quickly recovered and invited gently, "Then, let's make an appointment to enjoy the flowers together next year, Saori-san."

Feng Zao's mother-in-law covered her mouth and smiled, "Yeah, you can really talk."

The old man mischievously blinked his right eye: "A good man is a man who can talk to his wife. Sister Sazhi taught me that."

Feng Zao's mother-in-law laughed.

"I, I'll go get Granny Fengzao's bag," Cilang stared blankly suddenly realized that Granny Fengzao's bag was still in the living room, and hurried in.

Looking at the handsome guy's back, Feng Zao Saori turned her head, blinked at her husband, and asked with a smile, "Is there a bit of resemblance?"

Kota Ayanokōji pretended to be reluctant and said, "Well, just a little bit."

"That's good," Feng Zao Saori's eyes fell on the photo in the entrance, and she continued to smile and sighed with emotion.

However, Kota Ayanokouji understood what she was saying, and his eyes fell on the same place as her, and he responded in a low voice: "Ah."

After the two of them left holding an umbrella together, Cirou was still in an unbelievable mood.

It's not that he thinks there's anything wrong, it's better to say that it's unexpected—he didn't expect that the relationship between Granny Fengzao and Mr. Lingxiaolu would be like this. A terrific loving couple.

Two people who love the same person's marriage can be so harmonious.

Is it a family relationship?Or is there some companionship?

Cilang couldn't figure it out, and he thought he couldn't do it.

But he was still happy for Granny Fengzao.

If you can't have someone you like, such company may be a kind of happiness.

A corner of the airport.

"Thank you very much for taking the time to come, uncle," Ijuin Yuzuru bowed politely to Ijuin and his ministers, and then looked sadly at the entrance, "...Father, he won't come, will he?"

The old housekeeper said distressedly: "Miss."

Yijiin Gongxian showed him a not-so-forced smile, and begged, "Grandpa Butler, buy me a cup of coffee."

"Yes," knowing that the eldest lady had something to say to the head of the house, the old housekeeper was a little worried, but he obeyed and left.

As soon as the old butler walked away, Yijiin Yuzuru guessed respectfully: "Arranging my flight at this time, I think you have something else to do? Is it a pick-up?"