In the early morning, before the sun rose in the gray sky, the people on the path outside the city gate were quite vigorously ready to go.

"Are you still leaving?"

Not far away, watching the opposite performance troupe enthusiastically carrying the luggage onto the carriage, Horikita seemed to ask the smiling jade man on the side casually.

"Horikita ......"

"Call me to see you, I've known each other for so long, so don't be so angry."

Horikita turned his face to reveal a face full of bitter smiles, his silver teeth biting slightly, and Suzune couldn't bear to refuse this request after all when he looked at the eyes that suppressed some complicated emotions.

"See you."

"I'm here." With a light call, Horibei's eyes were a little confused, and the figure of the pretty girl in front of him was also blurred.

The breeze lifted the hair in front of his forehead, and Suzune couldn't open his mouth for a while at Horikita, whose eyes suddenly moistened, and he couldn't say anything about the words that had already been drafted at this moment.

The two of them just looked at each other, silent.

"Suzune!"

A call broke the silence that seemed to be frozen in time, Suzune turned his head to avoid Horikita's gaze, the performance troupe had already packed his luggage, and Uncle Sen, who was no longer young, could no longer straighten his chest and lean on his body, and his cloudy eyes, which rarely showed emotion, were looking at her with pity at the moment.

"Stay."

Reading the meaning in Uncle Sen's eyes, Suzune smiled lightly and shook his head before looking squarely.

"See you."

Realizing that this was the last conversation, Horikita turned his head and stubbornly refused to respond, wanting to delay this parting for a longer time.

Suddenly, a fragrant wind hit, and Horikita, who hadn't reacted yet, only felt a slight moistening of his cheeks.

"When the time of goodbye ......"

Putting down all her thoughts, Ling Yin ran briskly towards the performance troupe, and winked playfully at Uncle Sen as she passed by Uncle Sen.

The old man, whose eyes were cloudy again, sighed, and climbed up tremblingly with the support of Xiaodouzi, and immediately looked around at the performance troupe that had been injected into his life's work.

The girls laughed and played, Xiaodouzi was looking up at him in confusion, and Kuriyama, who was strong and dressed in military uniform, sat in the front of the carriage and waited for orders.

"Let's go!"

The rickety body seemed to stand up in a trance, as if it had been countless scenes, under the command of Uncle Mori to hold his breath, Kuriyama set up the carriage, kicked up the dust and drove to the next stop.

The carriage drifted away, and while sitting in the carriage and poking his head out to look at Horikita, who was still turning his head, Suzune couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What's funny?" The girls were confused as they looked at the ringtone that burst out laughing.

"Nothing." Retracting his gaze and lowering the curtains, Suzune silently laughed and scolded in his heart. "What a fool."

The carriage had disappeared from sight, and Horikita, who was still motionless, stared blankly.

"Goodbye? And then, what about goodbye! Do you want to invite me to dinner?" Touching the position of the cheek being kissed, Horikita who could no longer feel the soft breath was stunned, three points of ecstasy and three points of suffering and loss. "That's why I hate girls the most, I can't speak clearly......"

The butler, who had been waiting inside the city gate, stepped forward to interrupt the muttering of Horikita, who was in a state of nymphomania.

"Young master, it's time to go home."

As if the word 'homecoming' had a different meaning, Horikita's body trembled inexplicably.

"Got it."

The tone quickly became cold, and Horikita rubbed his somewhat dry face that was blown by the wind, and the force on his hand gradually increased, and the friction between his skin and palm became harder, until Horikita was rubbed until he felt a stinging pain on his crimson cheeks.

One last glance at the direction in which the carriage was going, Horikita gathered all his emotions.

Turning around, shaking the fan gently, walking with his hands in his hands, fading off the camouflage of laughter and scolding, this moment of the north of Horibei is full of celebrities.

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Pushing the door lightly, Horikita respectfully saluted the man on the desk.

"Gone?" Raising his eyebrows, he glanced at Horibei, who had a cold face, and the patriarch suddenly knew that he had asked a nonsense and shook his head with a smile.

Pointing to the ledger that had been built into a hill high on the case, the patriarch stopped the pen in his hand and his tone became serious. "I did what I promised you, and now it's your place."

Horikita stared at the first base ledger for a long time, and he actually knew very well in his heart that this base ledger brought not only responsibility, but also power, glory, wealth, and heavy trust.

"I refuse."

The bright voice echoed in the study, and the atmosphere became cold for a moment, and Horikita looked at the patriarch's deep eyes without showing any fear.

"Do you believe that girl's body will appear in front of you right away?" It was a very calm tone, not mixed with any threatening tone, but Horikita knew that the man in front of him was not joking.

"Before I do that, allow me to ask a few questions." There was no response, just like the eyes of Horikita and Suzune, but the subject was replaced by his father, and the atmosphere became solemn.

There was a clear cracking sound, and the red sandalwood barrel, which was known for its sturdiness, broke into two in the patriarch's hand, and the patriarch, who was actually not as calm as it seemed, slowly lowered the pen barrel that was separated from the end to the end, and withdrew his seemingly calm but actually compelling gaze.

"Ask."

The cold sweat had soaked his back, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and asked Masashi Horikita. "Why have the five great powers been fighting for decades?"

"Compete for resources."

"What is a resource?"

"Don't ask nonsense."

The patriarch frowned, feeling that Horibei was stalling for time.

"Of course, it's a simple question that you don't bother to answer." Although he was not suppressed by the patriarch's momentum, Horikita knew that his patience was running out, and it was time for him to put some dry goods out. "Or maybe you don't really understand what the word resource means to be boring."

"Oh? Then I'd like to hear your opinion. The patriarch made a deferential look, but his eyes were full of ridicule.

"I probably looked at the ledger in the secret room, and there was a problem emerging from the ledger that no one seemed to notice - it was too one-sided."

The smile in the patriarch's eyes deepened, and the expression on his face was no longer hidden, and he gently raised his hand to express his 'high opinion' with a sarcastic expression.

"I have made a statistic of the family's large and small businesses, from copper and iron ore to almost all the necessities of life with a needle and thread, of which salt and rice grain account for 40%, copper and iron 30%, silk cloth 20%, and the rest are some dispensable small things." Speaking of which, the patriarch's attitude is obviously not as indifferent as just now, at least judging from what Horikita said, he did investigate the family's estate, and whether Horikita's opinion is correct or not, it is necessary to maintain respect for the research results of others.

"It can be summed up in four words, which is nothing more than food, clothing, housing and transportation." Horikita counted with his fingers and asked with a puzzled look. "You see, isn't it one-sided enough to count on one hand?"

Seeing that the patriarch frowned and opened his mouth to speak, Horikita interrupted him first. "I know what you want to say, these four things have already encompassed the whole level of life, and on the surface, it seems that the five great powers are only pursuing these, why do I say that he is very one-sided?"

As he spoke, Horikita looked directly into the patriarch's eyes and smiled, his confident demeanor almost made his whole body glow, and he announced loudly: "Here, I want to reverse your opinion on the definition of resources. ”