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Chapter 42

On New Year's Eve, the interrogator was knocked on the door by his elder brother who always got up early.

She looked at the time, 08:30.

The judge got up and got out of bed, put on his clothes, and then went to the bathroom to wash up, while the elder brother beside him had already had breakfast calmly, watching current affairs news on his tablet while eating.

After the god judge finished washing, he came to the dining table, and Xiaohuwan and Candlestick Qie Guangzhong were already sitting there.

"Master, Master, Xiaohu has been waiting for you to come over and didn't eat first." Xiaohuwan said.

The judge saw that he looked like he was waiting for praise, and didn't want to let him push his feet. After sitting down, he ate the breakfast prepared by Candlestick Qie Guangzhong.

After breakfast, the two packed up their things and set off for the cemetery in Qinghe's car.

"Master, can you tell Xiaohu about your past?" In the car, Xiaohumaru suddenly asked the interrogator.

The Qinghe candlestick on the passenger seat, Mitsuko Tada, quietly looked at them sideways as if he didn't care.

The judge glanced at Qinghe, who was just driving the car intently without expressing his opinion.

The judge was silent for a while, and said: "It's nothing unusual, it's just that a young family of four got into a car accident while traveling, and both parents died in the car accident."

"I was 6 years old when the car accident happened, and Qinghe was 11 years old. I hit my head and I can't remember what happened before the car accident. One side of Qinghe's eyes is gray, which is also due to the lack of eye pigment caused by the car accident. "The judge said, pointing to his left eye, which was the eye injured by his brother in the car accident.

The smile on Xiaohuwan's face gradually disappeared with the words of the judge. He wrapped the hands of the judge in his big palm, and when he was about to say something, he was interrupted by Qinghe who was driving.

"Tsk, can you be more serious when you go to the grave during the Chinese New Year?" Qing He glanced at the rearview mirror and said without looking back.

The judge was stunned for a moment under Xiaohuwan's solemn gaze, then he slapped off his hand, straightened his body and sat down on the seat.

It was eleven o'clock in the morning when they came to the cemetery.

The judge and Qinghe got out of the car, and the two men with swords were left in the car.

The environment of the cemetery is extremely quiet and solemn.Towering trees and flowers and plants everywhere isolate this place from the hustle and bustle of the outside world, enclosing a piece of pure land.

The two came to the tombstone, and the names of their parents were engraved on the cold tombstone, as well as photos of their youthful appearance.

After her parents left, Qinghe rejected the adoption of her relatives and supported the whole family.He was so busy with his studies and work that he rarely had time to worship.

However, due to the lack of memory, the relationship with their parents is weak, and they even feel embarrassed, so they basically don't come to visit the grave alone.

In the 15 years since their parents passed away, they have visited less than fifteen times in total.

Qinghe put the flowers he bought in the cemetery shop in front of the tombstone. The two stood in front of the tombstone for a while, and he suddenly said, "You fell in love with your sword."

The judge froze, and looked sideways at him: "Why do you think so?"

Qinghe didn't look at her, and stared straight at the cold tombstone with lowered eyes: "If you really don't have that kind of thought, you won't care what the sword says or does at all. Worrying about these things and even asking me that kind of question proves that You're actually stuck in it."

The judge didn't answer, but turned his head and lowered his eyes.

Qinghe said lightly: "It's rare that in front of your parents, if there is anything you can't figure out, let's solve it together."

The judge looked up at the black and white photo of his parents, and after a long time, he let out a long sigh.

When they left the cemetery, the sky was overcast, thinking it was going to rain.

The judge and Qinghe walked side by side, and when they came to the parking place, they saw Xiaohumaru lying behind the car, waving at her, and calling her "ぬしさま!" from afar.Qinghe's candlestick Qie Guangzhong also stood aside.

With his usual hearty smile, Xiaohumaru raised his neck and squinted his narrow eyes and waved at her, like a large dog waiting for its master to come home.

The judge stopped in her tracks, perhaps covered by the long hair blown in front of her by the wind, she was in a trance for a moment.

It was as if something had dropped heavily from the bottom of my heart.

After the New Year's Day, Qinghe returned to his Honmaru.

The god judge, who was too lazy to go back to dig the mountain to practice extreme fighting, took Xiaohumaru back to his home pill until the fifth day of the lunar new year.

After she came back, she cooked and entertained her three servants.

Yaki Hasebe ate her dishes, and was moved to tears: "I can eat the dishes made by the Lord himself...how happy I am!... Lord! I will definitely serve you in the future Do your best!"

Xiaohuwan ate the food from the judge, and licked the corners of her lips with unsatisfied satisfaction.The judge asked him to call Candlestick Qie Guangzhong to come over, and the big fox who squinted his eyes seemed to understand something at once, and took a meaningful look at his master before leaving.

When Candlestick Qie Guangzhong came to the room of the god judge, the god judge had already prepared his own dishes in the close servant's cubicle.

The room was transformed into a new beginning of spring scenery, and the mountain cherry blossoms bloomed outside the house, dyeing the entire sky pink.

When he came to the cubicle, the woman was wearing a very solemn ancient kimono, kneeling in front of the desk, and he almost understood what she wanted to say in an instant.

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong walked into the cubicle with some difficulty, and knelt down opposite the interrogator.

The god judge put Xiaodie, one of the dishes he made, in front of him, and said calmly: "Guangzhong, you said last time that you want to eat the dishes I made by myself, and I made them according to the recipe. You also I know that I have never cooked, let alone Japanese food. The taste is definitely not as good as yours, but it is still edible."

Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada smiled wryly and picked up the miso soup in front of him. The thick soup overflowed into his mouth, and the mellow fish flavor spread in his mouth.

"You are very talented in cooking." Candlestick Qie Guangzhong said, putting down the small bowl in his hand.

"You didn't just invite me to eat your food today, did you?" Candlestick Chie Guangzhong said, showing no doubts in him at all.

The judge nodded, but said: "But I hope you can finish this meal first, we will talk later if you have something to say."

Candlestick Kiri Mitsuchu paused, then picked up the exquisite wooden chopsticks and ate the Japanese food at the table in front of him.

He has never felt that enjoying food is such a difficult thing as it is now.

His taste buds told him that this was a delicious meal.But his brain kept singing the opposite tune.

Candlestick Kirimitada endured the bitterness in his heart, with a handsome smile on his face that he always pays attention to his appearance, he finished his meal quietly and slowly under the half-seeing gaze of the judge.

"Thank you for the hospitality." Candlestick Qie Guangzhong put down his chopsticks and raised his head. The judge was propping his head on the table with one hand, his eyebrows lowered and his eyes seemed to be thinking about something.

She heard Candlestick cut Guangzhong's voice, put away her exposed forearm, and sat upright opposite him.

"Guangzhong, I—" just as the interrogator opened his mouth, he was interrupted by the leather gloved hand raised by Candlestick Qie Guangzhong.

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong said to her with a bitter smile: "Actually, the moment I saw you, I already knew the answer."

The judge pursed his lips and said nothing.

"You don't have to feel guilty about me, you just made a decision according to your own ideas." Candlestick Cut Mitsutada said, "As I once said, I will respect your choice."

The cherry blossoms all over the mountain are blooming behind the woman, dyeing her water-colored robe with a warm color.Coloring the lingering and reluctance in his eyes, but unable to dissolve the rejection in her eyes.

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong stood up: "I hope that if I leave simply, I can leave a handsome impression of me in your heart."

He turned around and left calmly, but when he came outside the door of the judge's room and heard the voice behind him, he frowned sadly.

"Guangzhong, you have always been handsome in my heart."

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong couldn't control his thoughts, tears burst like a flood, blurring his dangerous and mysterious golden eyes.

He swallowed the choked sobs into the bottom of his heart, he no longer cared about the image he usually paid attention to.

Covering his face with one hand, he lowered his head and wept uncontrollably.

The author has something to say:

It’s digging mountains, not land. The TXT has been released and can’t be changed. I’m so annoyed.