When he returned to Hokkaido, the first thing he did was check his computer, and sure enough, the backed-up files had been stolen. In the office, he sat alone until dawn, silent all night. Near noon, Ishida quietly drove home, and Jiang Shui was sitting on the sofa quietly reading a magazine.

The house is so empty, probably all the guests who have come will think that this family does not like to buy furniture!

"Why didn't you leave?" he said, standing in the doorway, with a questioning look on his face, without the slightest intention of going in.

Jiang Shui didn't look up at him, she knew it was him, so she didn't think there was any need to look, but replied coldly: "I'm waiting for someone." ”

"Who are you waiting for, me?" Ishida sneered, looking pitiful. He immediately lowered his face gloomily, and said casually: "It doesn't matter if you don't like Taiwan, it's time for lunch, I'll do it today." ”

In the kitchen, the smoke machine roared, and Ishida struggled in his heart, whether he wanted to show her the pinhole camera, thinking about it, the blade accidentally cut into his finger, and Ishida let out a low groan, leading Jiang Shui to the kitchen. Jiang Shui still didn't speak, she brought anti-inflammatory drugs and band-aids to bandage the wound, and asked herself to cut vegetables, but Ishida refused, he snatched the handle of the knife domineeringly, and did not allow her to approach, Jiang Shui had to sit back on the sofa silently and read magazines.

When the meal was ready, the house was filled with the smell of hot soy sauce soup and the smell of sashimi. Looking at the scarlet sashimi, Ishida decisively threw the camera into the trash, and after carefully washing his hands, he walked into the living room with a porcelain bowl.

A month later, Esui died, and it wasn't until the day before she left that Ishida learned from the doctor that Esui had severe depression and that she had committed suicide by taking medication. Ishida burned all her belongings, leaving nothing behind, and he didn't want to leave any of her belongings, not even the slightest trace.

However, in the wardrobe of the river, under all the layered sweaters and shirts, there is a delicate little box buried deep in. Ishida trembled and curiously took out the wooden box, which was heavy and filled with the sound of something hitting the wall of the box.

He really hates her! Even death can't make him miss her with hope, why do you hurt me so deeply, why do you still love him behind my back, why do you never reject me, why do you never choose to flee? Don't you know that I am ready to let you escape? Tears soaked the surface of the wooden box and turned it into a strong brown color, Ishida secretly cursed, cursed, he cursed Watanabe Emi, insulted every inch of her tenderness, scolded her every moment of breathing, every moment he remembered her, the anger in his eyes burned more violently.

What should he do? He was finally lonely, finally displaced, finally lost his warmth!

Everything is like a big dream.

The news that Ishida had gone to Tokyo to make a deal leaked out, which had been expected for a long time, and he didn't leave the house for a single step, he waited for those people to clean himself up.

However, everything seemed to be hibernating, and the outside world was silently snowing, and there was not even a trace of movement in the house. As the days passed, his desire for liberation was shattered again, and he began to sleep night after night without eating or drinking, holding the ashes of the river.

It was ten years later that Esui's good friend saw Ishida again. He was on the street repairing a road that had collapsed due to heavy rain. Looking at Ishida's swarthy and thin appearance, the friend was determined to treat him to a meal.

Ishida didn't refuse, because it was a good friend of Emizu.

"You know, how is Takeshi Watanabe now?" The friend's face was full of pity, even guilt, so that Ishida didn't know why she looked at him like this, and he even felt that if she looked like this for another second, he would leave impulsively and impolitely.

However, he sat still, smiled and asked, "What's wrong with him? I heard that he had already gone to China." ”

"Yes, he went to China, and he's doing well now, you see!" she said, pulling out a newspaper with an international news - the Chinese scientist shocked China and the rest of the world again, and the person with glasses and a scholarly atmosphere in the photo was obviously Takeshi Watanabe.

Ishida dragged the newspaper to his eyes with less interest. After a cursory glance, he smiled and said, "This kid is doing well now!" There was no trace of jealousy or envy in the smile.

"Actually, I think you can do the same, it's just ......" The friend lowered his head, unable to bear to look at Ishida's gaze.

"Well, I'm not reliable. Ishida was helpless, he waved his hand, after all, he only had the qualifications to laugh at himself at the moment.

"At that time, if I had known that Jiang Shui was suffering from depression, I would never have agreed to her!" The friend's tone suddenly became a little strange, and Ishida's keen sense of smell immediately sensed something.

"What did you promise her?" he asked, arching his body and leaning over to her.

"Ten years ago, she called me out of the blue and asked for help, and she said, "I might be sick and I want to go to the hospital with you, but there's another thing that has to be done that day. ”

"What's the matter?"

"It's been so many years, so let's stop talking. My friend's eyes darkened, and he was a little reluctant.

"It is precisely because of the past so many years that you have to make it clear to me, otherwise, if Jiang Shui had an accident because of me, I would not forgive myself until I died. ”

"Ishida-kun, you know, it's not your problem," the friend hesitated, but still said: "That time, she asked me to help her take your office key card and copy it, and I asked her why she didn't go by herself? I really couldn't help it, so I went to help her, but I didn't know how she had such a severe depression, and if I knew, I would have told you! Her whole face was so pale when she begged me for help that day, I should have noticed something!" The more my friend spoke, the more excited she became, until tears of remorse flowed incessantly.

Ishida was overwhelmed, he looked at her embarrassedly, not knowing how to comfort her.

"I heard that Ishida-kun lost his job later, could it be because of that time?"

"No, it's not!" Ishida gripped the glass in his left hand and began to gulp water, beads of sweat rolling down his back. "It's my own work that has nothing to do with the river. He shook his head again and said in the affirmative.

The friend took a deep breath, sank his head, and after a long silence, Ishida insisted on paying the bill, and the two said goodbye.

There was no woman in the house, as if he had fallen from the world to hell, and he nestled in the corner of the sofa, inhaling the damp air in the room, thinking about everything that had happened.

That day, Jiang Shui took the initiative to ask him to accompany her to the hospital for a physical examination. Ishida went so on, and at Jiang Shui's request, he changed into a thicker coat and left the suit he usually wore for work at home. In that suit, there was a room key card for Ishida's office.

Pinhole camera, room card, he can be so sure, that document was stolen by Jiang Shui, but what does she want it for?

Ishida went crazy and rummaged through the whole house, but he didn't find anything, everything that should have been burned has been burned down, what shouldn't be burned, hehe, what else shouldn't be burned?

ID card, by the way, and ID card! Ishida took Watanabe Eisui's ID card and ran to check it one by one. Banks, post offices, express delivery companies, mobile phone business halls, wherever Jiang Shui could go back then, he refused to let go of any of them, he must find some clues!