Chapter Twenty-Three: The East Window Is Not White
"Look, there's a star there. Hirohiko Nagano poured himself a drink after filling it with his promise, "There is also a star on the roof of Nagano Temple, in that direction. ”
It seems that in such an environment, people who don't know each other are willing to become intimate friends for a moment because of their perception of life.
Promised to order some wine, but accidentally exceeded the amount of chopsticks, and took it in his mouth for a while before he dared to swallow it, and instantly a hot breath rose, "By the way, why doesn't Nagano-kun continue to live in Nagano-in?"
"Hayakawa-kun doesn't know that the son of the Nagano family is living away from home because he is old and independent?"
If you don't have a smile on your face that is ready to welcome and reject and bitter, will I still follow your words?
"I, someone like this would believe?"
If you win this step, you seem to be able to touch something!
"Hehe, hehe. "Hirohiko Nagano has three glasses, and there are some things that can't be said without the courage to drink," Nagano family! The head of Nagano Heavy Industries, the first family in the Japanese space group... Tsk tsk. ”
Hirohiko Nagano raised his head to the sky, "Since I was 12 years old, every year, I have participated in the assembly of the younger generations of the Takamagahara-based families. In the beginning, there were many people of the same age, even older people, who didn't wake up and didn't care about each other, and they still played like that. Later, one by one, they woke up one after another, as if they had changed overnight, looking at those partners who had not awakened, as if they were looking at a stranger, so indifferent and disdainful. ”
"They don't have the right to do that. The promise was uncontrollable in his anger.
Hirohiko Nagano just smiled, "From then on, I seemed to feel more than just the alienation of my partners. At home, my parents quarreled, and my father ignored me more and more... That's my father, who loved my mother so much and let me ride a horse until I was six years old. Hirohiko Nagano didn't know who he was laughing at, "Maybe it's a sense of crisis, and I started to study hard." At the age of 18, the day he received his admission letter from Stanford, he was accompanied by a letter of removal from the conference. That night, my father took my little brother and his mother back. ”
"Little brother, is it... Half-brother?" promised to leak the liquor, and Hirohiko Nagano added it to him. After drinking half a bottle alone, Hirohiko Nagano began to be a little uncontrollable.
"No, he is the godson recognized by his father, a few years younger than me, and his mother is Chinese. If he was an illegitimate child, it would not be. At the age when his father should have been him, he was not allowed to have contact with Chinese. Ridiculous, ridiculous! My father had introduced him to me as a friend's son before he officially came in. I took him to play and teach him his homework, thinking that I had a good brother, but he was the same person who would eventually replace me and be the son of the Nagano family's amazing ability. Hirohiko Nagano played with his glass, promising that in so many days, he had never seen such a rude gaffe from the suave president.
"So what if you have a good result? At the age of 27, he became president and doubled the trade volume of Nagano Heavy Industries in three years, which is insignificant. An ordinary son of the Nagano family, this brand will be imprinted in the most vivid place, and no brilliance can cover it up. ”
Promise watched Hirohiko Nagano laugh out loud in pain, some of the wounds would scar, but once torn open, the pain remained.
"I was instilled with the idea that it is a shame to be the children of ordinary people since I was a child, but I was very fond of my son and my wife, and under the coercion of public opinion and the impact of deep-rooted thoughts, I made a decision..."
After a long time, Hirohiko Nagano packed up the wine bottle and got up, smiled and promised, "Having said so much, it's time to send the two of you back." But Qianxue is a little too excited to wake up today, are you still chatting with Miss Shimizu?"
"Sober?" Promise looked at Hirohiko Nagano suspiciously, "What's the situation?"
Hirohiko Nagano's house, kitchen.
Mochizuki Qianxue put the chopped apple into the plate, and Ling Ming picked up a piece, "When did this kind of thing start?"
"A month ago," Chiyuki Mochizuki paused to think for a moment, "without any signs, since one day a month ago, it has been difficult to wake up from sleep, and something keeps flashing through my mind. I finally woke up, and sometimes I couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams. The time to be awake is getting shorter and shorter, and it is really rare to see it like today. ”
"Is it narcolepsy?" Ling Ming put forward a hypothesis.
"No, it's not, the doctors can't find a reason. Chiyuki Mochizuki put away the fruit knife, took out the remaining few small forks from the cupboard, and placed them next to the plate.
"And what are those flashes?"
"I don't know, every time I wake up, I don't remember those things. Chiyuki Mochizuki smiled warmly, "Sometimes things that are destined to be forgotten may be better not to remember." ”
Ling Ming nodded thoughtfully, and the stairs outside the kitchen made a noise, and the two turned around, just in time to see Hirohiko Nagano and Promise going downstairs.
After some greetings, Ling Ming said goodbye to her promise and left.
It was late at night, and Chiyuki Mochizuki climbed the stairs to the steps by the balcony, "It really seemed to lighten the burden to talk to them openly." ”
"If you don't talk to your family, friends, or colleagues, you can talk to them. Hirohiko Nagano took Chiyuki Mochizuki's hand, and the two sat side by side.
"That kind of intimate feeling, it's different, it's different from the people here. Chiyuki Mochizuki closed her eyes, "Can't, don't you say?"
Hirohiko Nagano held her hand and looked up at the starry sky together, "Even if I don't want to admit it, I still have such an identity and such a responsibility. They are indeed excellent and warm people, but I can only be sorry. ”