On the deserted street, when the izakaya has been closed for a long time, Hirohiko Nagano walks alone on the street, and the dim street lamps reflect a lonely but determined figure.

The three-story building, moving in as the president of Nagano, is indeed a little low-key. You can see Meiji University in the distance, and it is the place where two young hearts collide for the first time. Pushing open the door, there was a person standing in the entrance as usual, and after asking about the situation at home, Hirohiko Nagano went straight to the third floor, where the private study was located.

"Junichiro, have you arranged the itinerary for the reception?" asked Hirohiko Nagano without waiting to sit down, and asked the man who followed behind him.

"Only a few permits are still in place for the plan, and everything else is complete. Following Hirohiko Nagano for more than ten years, Junichiro Takeda said that he didn't know Hirohiko Nagano, and the whole of Tokyo would be a joke, "Hirohiko-kun, are there no other questions?"

Hirohiko Nagano smiled and waved his hand, "No, you can go out." Junichiro stared at him for a few minutes, and when he saw no response, he had no choice but to give up and bend down and retreat.

Hirohiko Nagano pinched the bridge of his nose, fell into deep thought, and after a while, he heard a slight knock on the door downstairs, and got up and went to the second floor.

No questions? No, I'd love to ask.

In the master bedroom, there is a large bed with a thin satin quilt that shows the silhouette of a woman. Hirohiko Nagano crouched in front of her, putting his fingers on her fingertips, feeling the warmth from the person he loved the most, and the heartbeat from the blood.

In the distance, the lights of Meiji University are shining like stars.

"My name is Chiyuki Mochizuki. "The woman, who had a long slender figure that was different from a Japanese girl, told her story for the first time there, then.

She is a mixed-race Chinese, and she has always spoken Chinese.

Her grandfather was already a mixed-race child, born in the shelling of World War II, the child of a Japanese officer and a schoolgirl studying in Japan, who never left Japan for a day, but because of the death of her father and mother, she lived very much like a pure-blood Chinese. Her grandfather didn't say much about his mother, not why she was proficient in Japanese but only taught him Chinese, why her father died, or how difficult it was for a Chinese widow to raise children in Japan.

But great-grandma loved her homeland deeply, and this is something that everyone knows.

She held the child's little hand with a trembling hand, taught him Chinese characters that will be passed down forever, taught him the "four dimensions of the country", and taught him the land of China, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. She said that the Great Wall is a long wall with uneven and convex heights, black soil in the northeast, purple soil in Sichuan, red soil to grow tea, and loess to play waist drums; she said that the Rongdi barbarians and the Central Plains have thousands of stories that cannot be told endlessly; she said: "I am Chinese, and I will die until I die." "When you leave, you smile.

After that, the funeral incident scattered the family wealth. With his talent, the son sold the fruits and vegetables in the small field behind the house, and saved money, but all of it was spent on buying a Chinese girl, who was her grandmother.

Neither of the husband and wife could speak Japanese, but they survived tenaciously in a foreign land, but they were eventually foreigners and Chinese.

The Metropolitan Police Department kicked down the stall and smashed things on the younger son's body with a clatter, and his eldest brother hurriedly covered his mouth to prevent him from crying.

Chinese sell Chinese things in Chinese, and the sin is unforgivable. A man in the prime of life was beaten to death by the police on the street.

"My grandfather would recite poetry, write poems, and celebrate every Chinese festival, even if it was just us. He gave himself the Japanese surname Mochizuki, just because it means to look at the moon in the distance, and in China, the moon is round, which means going home. But he finally understood that he was afraid that he would not be able to wait, and the way back was difficult, like heavy snow that was frozen for thousands of miles, blocking the passage, so he named me - Mochizuki Thousand Snow. The girl's clear eyes looked at him, quiet and deep, "But I think he is happy, because the last word in his life is 'goodbye,' in Chinese, until the end." By following this language, you may be able to say goodbye to your homeland. ”

The so-called deepest touches are often not at the time, but in endless memories. There was once a woman with a clear moon and a clear wind, who used the most peaceful tone in the world to let him see a resolute heart and deep feelings.

"I still love you as much as I did then. Hirohiko Nagano whispered, and the frequency of the two hearts seemed to gradually converge.

Throughout the three thousand flashes in the world, I only love the prosperity of your moment.

Hundreds of miles away, the same sky, but it is a different scenery.

The 51st floor of the Nagano Building is as dark as a prison and as cold as ice.

A figure walked steadily past the hierarchical conference room to the wall behind the main seat. A faint milky white light rose from his fingertips, and a volley outlined an outline in the air. The narrow door appeared silently, and when it opened, only a ribbon was reflected, and its color was as red as blood.

"Hefeng, it's late today. "It's a small ashram, and it's just a few things, and in the middle of it sits an old man in a simple cloth robe, summoning the archdeacon.

The archdeacon stepped forward quickly and bowed, "Archdeacon Hasegawa Hasegawa, worship." ”

After the old man finished the salute, he called him to stand on the side, "The dog is not here today, and the old man came up from behind. ”

"Yes. Hasegawa Hefeng agreed, and began to do what he had been instructed since he was a child and learned from the moment he spoke, "Tianwei still uses independent registration, takes 100 people to fight, and has the support of the headquarters, all from the third to the tenth are dispatched, the other party's monitoring continues, and the blockade continues. ”

The old man put his hands on his crutches and bowed his head slightly, Hasegawa Hefeng has served for decades, and naturally he knows, so he continued, "Our Ministry's Nagano base, heavy industry building and all strategic points are on standby, American reinforcements and weapons are placed in Nagano base, the secret team has been activated, and that person has also entered the arrangement." ”

When the word "that" sounded, the old man opened his eyes slightly, and then closed his eyes again to recuperate. At the moment, it is the realm of silence.

After a while, the old man said quietly, "Waiting for the big ride, neighbor." Then he waved his hand, and Hasegawa Hefeng bowed away.

The mechanism rang three times, and it turned out that there was another secret room behind the quiet room, one zhang square, only enough for one person to stand. At this time, one of them walked out gently, twenty-seven or eight-year-old, not ordinary, not outstanding, just wearing a shirt, painted with an old style of ancient paintings, looking at it, quite shocking.

"Sacrifice, go and fetch her. The old man instructed. And the contemporary in charge also stepped out smoothly.

There was really only the old man left in the quiet room, and a gust of wind came from nowhere, blowing his all-white beard, fluttering and hiding his face, "Let's start." ”