Chuo-ku, Heike.

This is a single-family building, and it has a certain amount of financial resources to be able to build such a residence in the central area.

The Pingzhen family is not poor, at least in terms of the economic power that this house represents.

"I'm back."

Changing into slippers at the entrance, Ping Zhensheng's eyes looked straight ahead, and the tone of his voice was still so calm.

No one in the family responded to his greetings, and even though Hei Zhensheng knew that his wife should have been in the living room all the time, no one responded to his greetings.

It's like an empty and well-decorated haunted house, and it's like a pitiful one-man show.

Sure enough, the TV in the living room was playing a variety show from an unknown TV station, which seemed to be very interesting, and it was more interesting than the show he supervised from the eyes of Ping Zhensheng.

But his wife was chattering on her phone, ignoring the interesting clips that were playing on the TV.

Listening to Ping Zhensheng's greeting, his wife was not even interested in raising her eyes to take a look.

Ping Zhensheng slowly walked to the stairs on the first and second floors, and he probably understood the conversation on his mobile phone.

The wife is discussing something with the second son, the second son is now in Amei Lika, and it is said that the mix is not bad, and he is much more promising than the third son.

said that I envy Ameilika's life very much, and being able to obtain Ameilika's identity is equivalent to a physical ascension for them.

But what does all this have to do with his wasteful life?

"Wow."

Pedaling his slippers up to the study on the second floor, Ping Zhensheng put the videotape he got back from Iwashita's house on the desk.

Desks and bookshelves are densely packed with things related to film art, and there is a bed in the study.

He wouldn't sleep in the same room with his wife if there was no big situation, or if there was any big situation.

Ping Zhensheng also forgot when he and his wife began to sleep in separate rooms, it seems that it was ten years ago, or twenty years ago, or earlier?

It didn't matter, he gently wiped the decades-old tape with a towel.

Then he took the key out of his pocket, slowly opened the desk drawer, and pulled out a photo album from it.

The album, made in the 50th year of the Showa era, is as full of age as the videotape.

The album is full of the whole process of shooting the film at that time, there are partners in the club, and there are also teachers who are also interested in photography, and now everyone has gone their separate ways, even separated by yin and yang, but there are more photos of him and Asako in the album.

Group photos during the shoot, group photos in private, with schools, restaurants, ponds and lakes in the background, are all things worth remembering.

Ping Zhensheng took off his glasses and wiped the lenses.

It's been so long.

"Whoa."

The door of the study was suddenly opened roughly, and his wife, who had been with him for decades, stood at the door, looking at Ping Zhensheng and the study with disgust: "Jiro just called, asking you to come to Amei Rika with me after retiring from the group after a while." ”

"What about this house?" Ping Zhensheng didn't seem to hear his wife's disgust for himself in his words.

Look at yourself like what is it, isn't it coarse garbage that is easy to handle?

"Sell it."

Ping Zhensheng was not surprised by this answer: "The furniture inside or something, just give it to Saburo, and I will also bring some things to Amei Lika." ”

"With your useless memorancies and notes that you've been studying for decades and have achieved nothing?" The wife looked mockingly at the books in the study.

"......" Ping Zhensheng didn't say anything.

"Don't take any of these things, there will be a new life when you arrive at Amelika." The wife didn't even want to walk into this study, "Forget it, don't wait for the group to retire in a few months." ”

"I'll contact the people within the group, and retire when the filming work at hand is completed, anyway, there will be no change in continuing to stay in the group, so it's better to start a new life as soon as possible."

"Whoa!"

The wife slammed the door shut, and there was a loud noise in the door.

Ping Zhensheng continued to flip through the photo album, and there were not too many mood fluctuations because of his wife's words.

After all, even when he was able to work in the TV station, he was entrusted with his mother's relationship and wanted to retire from the group as soon as possible, that is, his wife used the kung fu of the family relationship for the last time.

Speaking of which, he is really an out-and-out waste, from the house to the job, he has to rely on his wife's mother's family.

Even with a huge relationship behind him, there is no way to go further in the group, and he is really an out-and-out waste of people who have no talent.

Locking the album in the cabinet, Ping Zhensheng picked up the videotape and put it under the pillow.

It's late at night and it's time to go to bed.

"Bang bang."

He patted the tape under his pillow and said softly, "Good night." ”

The pillow is full of moldy dreams, and dreams are inhabited by people who can't have it.

"Mito-sama, are we going to wait here any longer?"

Outside the Heike house, Chinatsu sneakily hides behind a telephone pole.

Can't hide at all!

All of them are exposed outside the telephone poles!

With her strange evasive posture, even if she didn't have bad intentions, after dodging like this, she would probably be full of suspicion in the eyes of passers-by.

However, when I look at Chixia's cute appearance, my suspicion will be suppressed again.

On the other hand, a person like Mito Hayato, who is not good-looking, even if he just stands on the side of the road and plays with his mobile phone, will have the air of not doing good deeds.

"Let's go back, I don't seem to see any way today."

Mito Hayato crossed his arms: "Let's come with Lost Island Love tomorrow, with her, you will definitely be able to see if there is a problem." ”

Lost Island Love can see through thousands of eyes, and it has the most advantage in this kind of thing.

There is no capacity for absolute waste.

"Okay!" Chixia jumped out from behind the telephone pole, holding her arms full of energy.

"Who are you two? What are you going to do sneakily in front of their house! ”

Just as the two were about to leave, an elderly woman with her grandson looked at Mito and Chixia suspiciously.

She put her arms around her grandson's shoulders as if she was going to call the police at any moment.

Atypical means that I am still in the mood to take care of things at the door of others.

"Grandma, these two must be dog men and women." Sun Tzu pointed to Chixia and Mito and said, "It's definitely not a serious thing to do here in the middle of the night!" ”

"Who taught you to say such rude things?" Grandma tugged at her grandson's ears.

The contradiction instantly shifted from the heads of the two Mito to the mouths of their grandsons.

"We are detectives...... Not!! ”

Mito Hayato covers Chinatsu's big mouth, detective head!

"We are ......" Mito Hayato's brows suddenly furrowed, remembering what the old woman had just said, "You mean, Asako?" What is Asako? ”

"Asako is the mistress of this house, the wife of the Taira family."

"Whew...... I see. This old lady, I have something I want to know, something very important. ”