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The Oda family celebrates the 40th birthday of the lord Nobuhide, and Fanxiu sighs in his heart: this person only has two years left to live;

When he saw Maeda Toshiya, Fanxiu thought of "Amatsu", "Gun no Sasa", "Kaga Million Stones", and even "Rika and Matsu", "Taiko Rishiden", "Nobunaga's Ambition" and a lot of other messy things.

Ikeda once said that Fanxiu lacked enthusiasm, but Fanxiu smiled and did not answer. How can you be motivated if you know the outcome before it happens?

But Fanxiu also has something that he can't let go of, that is, his father, Hirate Masahide. He knew the end of this Nobunaga division, however, there was nothing he could do to change it!

After all, in the eyes of others, Fanxiu is still a "child".

In the blink of an eye, the twenty-first year of astronomy has passed, and everything is exactly as it is in history: the dissolute and stubborn Oda Nobunaga, the dissident Oda Nobuyuki, the many retainers with ambiguous attitudes, the Korinin Temple who intends to abolish the young and long, and the increasingly desperate Hirate Masahide.

Ten-year-old Hirohide is about to go crazy with his own prophetic preconceptions - now that Oda Nobunaga has succeeded him as the governor of the family, according to history, the life of Masahide Hirate has entered the countdown!

Fanxiu swore to himself that he would prevent his father from committing suicide. However, on that day, when did the tie Masahide seppuku occur?

In his previous life, he was not a historian, and his knowledge of Japan's Warring States was based entirely on interest, so the dates of many historical events were vague. He repeatedly calculated that only the date of Hirate Masahide's suicide was accurate to the time after Nobuhide's funeral and before the meeting at Shotokuji Temple. Go any further, but it's impossible!

For this, he tossed and turned, and he was terrified. Disaster is approaching, but he can't see it!

How many times, Fanxiu wanted to rush directly to his father, hugging the other party's knees and begging: Father, please don't die! Don't leave us behind!

Or tell my father: our lord is not a fool, he will end an era, he will forge a legend. As long as you're willing to wait a few years, you'll see ......

However, when the words came to his lips, the content changed the moment he blurted out:

"Father, I don't like cherry blossoms. That kind of flower will not bloom for a few days and will not last long. In comparison, the pine and cypress are more tough and respectable, what do you think? ”

"Father, you are like a pine tree!"

"It's a pity that my grandmother's cousin died of illness. The nurse's voice was hoarse, but the dead could not hear it...... I can imagine the orphans and widows left behind by the man holding their heads and crying, who will they rely on when the head of the family is dead? ”

"Father, you will live a hundred years!"

………………

Fanxiu prayed to the heavens, hoping that his words would arouse Hirate Masahide's love for life. At the same time, he tried his best to follow his father and did his best to avoid being alone with Masahide in the tie. For fear of missing a glance, there will be no father from then on.

"Go, go, little man, don't follow your father and be coquettish!" The aunt scolded him with a smile and drove him away, "My lord has something to do." ”

Those who know me say that I am worried; Those who do not know me say what I want. The sky is long, who is this. Hello sky, who is this!

Soon, following Oda Nobunaga's "Owari's big fool", Oda Nobunaga was given the nickname of "the strange boy of the Hirate family", which once again proved how unruly Owari people are.

At the bottom of my heart is anxiety and fear, and I am surrounded by incomprehensible eyes. A traveler from another world who has experienced unprecedented loneliness.

Spring goes to autumn, and it's another year in the blink of an eye. The twenty-second year of astronomy has arrived.

Later, until many, many years later, Fanxiu still remembered the New Year of the 22nd year of Tianwen - it was exceptionally cold, the cold wind was howling, the snow was falling, and under the blue sky was an endless white, as if spring had not yet arrived.

As the head of the family, Masahide Hirate is busy leading the family to celebrate the New Year, as well as visiting and walking around, and the gloom that always weighs on his brow on weekdays has dissipated a lot, and he has no time to be alone. Therefore, Fanxiu also breathed a sigh of relief and became a good baby-if he clinged to his father again, I am afraid that he will really be beaten......

Hirate Masahide seemed to be in a good mood that night, he invited his sons to drink tea together, and opened the window, not caring about the awe-inspiring spring cold that came through the window.

"So far, all I've thought about is a few small issues!" Hirate Masahide's kind smile seems to have left all his troubles behind.

Fanxiu's eyes began to shine, he forgot the etiquette, and spoke before the eldest brother: "Father! You...... Don't worry about those things anymore? ”

"No...... None of them will ever be. Hirate Masahide looked at him deeply, "Spring...... You're calling me. ”

"Great!" When Fanxiu only said this, he felt that his throat was tight and his eyes were pantothenic. Nearly a year of caution and calculation almost overstretched his mind. However, if you can let your father really see it from now on, it's worth it!

After drinking tea, Hirate Masahide got up and patted the children's shoulders in turn.

"Let's all go to sleep." He said.

Fanxiu hesitated for a moment, but finally followed his brother to salute and retire and return to his room.

I'm so tired, let's sleep......

He thought in a daze.

Although no one knows, I did use my own strength to make history a little deflected-Fanxiu said silently in his heart.

Then, with a smile on his face, he fell asleep.

Astronomical twenty-two years, leap month, spring.

The cold wind blew, and the river with ice cubes flowed quickly. Winter has passed, but warmth has not yet arrived. The remnants of the bitter cold ravaged the land, and it was almost doubtful that it would be possible to wait for the spring to be vibrant.