"Auntie, you—" Eko Yamamoto suddenly exclaimed.

Hitomi Yamamoto hurriedly brushed her hair back and covered the bruises on her face.

"It's okay, it's nothing." Hitomi replied stubbornly.

"Yes, he?" Eko asked cautiously.

"Yes." Hitomi Yamamoto sighed softly.

"What does he want? Why did you hit you? ”

"Hey, Eko, when you get married, you will understand that the husband is not guilty of his crimes."

"He, he's trying to steal your money?" Eko was surprised.

"Don't talk about this, he can't do anything to me yet, let's talk about going back to Yamamoto's house."

"We only helped him that day, and he did this to you, auntie should be careful in everything."

"Don't worry, I'm not one of those little girls in a high school girls' school, the most important thing at the moment is to help the Yamamoto family get through the difficulties."

"Auntie, what do you mean by the cause and effect you just mentioned?"

"That brain, the brain of the noble man, maybe the founder of our Yamamoto family, Takaichi Yamamoto, is the origin of all this."

"How so? It's been decades since my great-grandfather died, and I haven't seen him in the old man's house, even my father and aunt were still children at the time. ”

Hitomi's aunt wanted to go with herself, but Eko wasn't in a hurry to share her opinion. The purpose of her trip was to test her aunt and investigate the diary. The thought made her suppress the impulse in her heart.

"Why not?" Hitomi didn't continue on her train of thought, but stopped and asked Eko rhetorically.

"Age, if it was a grudge with my great-grandfather, those people would probably be out of this world a long time ago."

"Some things don't have to be because of hatred." Hitoko looked at Eko like she was looking at an innocent little girl.

"Not because of hatred? There is no grudge or grudge, so the torture of our family is miserable? ”

Eko hears Hitomi Yamamoto's voice, and maybe she really knows a lot.

"Because of a secret."

Hitomi Yamamoto's voice was soft, but firm. Sure enough, she knew better.

"What? Is it about the secret of the great-grandfather? ”

Although she was mentally prepared, after getting the exact answer, Eko was still very surprised. After all, it's a secret that even my father and grandfather may not know.

Hitomi nodded with a wry smile and said, "Originally, this secret, my aunt wanted to bear it alone, but now it's hard for Xiao Teko and me to share this pain." ”

Hitomi turned around and walked to a bookcase, she moved a few thick books away, there was a small nine-square grid button panel inside, Hitomi entered a few numbers, the doors and windows of the whole room closed automatically, and all the electrical equipment such as lights, computers, and air conditioners stopped running, and even those interface indicators were dimmed.

Hitomi Yamamoto locks the room and cuts off all power to the room.

"Don't worry." Hitomi Yamamoto admonished.

As soon as Hitomi Yamamoto's words fell, there was a "click", a button was pressed, and the light in the room was restored.

A light came on overhead.

"It's an old-fashioned battery lamp, and now the whole room has been regressed to the industrial age, and in a society where machines are getting smarter, maybe that's the safest way to do it."

Eko Yamamoto's eyes widened as she looked at her aunt's stubborn and resolute face, and the moment Hitomi sat down, she caught a glimpse of something extra in her aunt's hand.

It was a thick book, with a leather cover, and it looked very old.

This, this is the diary of the great-grandfather? She, she took it out so easily?

Eko Yamamoto couldn't believe the facts in front of her, her eyes widened, and she was even a little frightened—it was hard to see if it was a collection of family stories that recorded warm family affection, or more like a small* more.

Hitomi Yamamoto handed the object over like a child, but stopped in mid-air, smiled and observed Eko's expression for a while, a look of longing and fear.

"What is this?" Eko Yamamoto raised her eyes to look at Aunt Hitomi and asked suspiciously.

"The Noble Man's Diary."

Hitomi Yamamoto smiled at Eko, stretched out his arm and handed the object to Eko's hand.

Eko didn't rush to take it, she didn't want to act in front of her aunt, but she was really afraid of what was recorded in this diary.

"I've never heard my father and grandfather mention it, is it true?" Eko hesitated.

Hitomi Yamamoto nodded and encouraged her: "It's true, don't worry, I put a few bookmarks in it, you can read the contents of those pages first." ”

Eko Yamamoto's hands spasmed with some nervousness, and she took the diary tremblingly.

She didn't look directly at the bookmarks, but curiously turned to the first page.

The first page, without a date, is just a testimonial.

Freshman.

This is a new life that belongs to Takaichi Yamamoto, and it is also a new life that belongs to me.

The following dates are also incoherent, but the first dated date is April 15, 1947, and the record is that he came to Yokohama alone and rented a simple inn.

Eko Yamamoto flipped back and forth a few pages, and finally returned to the "new life" section, pondering it repeatedly, and such a tone always felt strange.

Seeing Eko's thoughts, Hitomi Yamamoto smiled helplessly: "What? You also suspect that the name is a pseudonym? ”

Eko nodded.

"Look back and take your time, there are some things here that mention some of his identities, Yamamoto is our surname, but Guiichi doesn't seem to be Guiwen's real name."

"He didn't tell you about it either?" Eko Yamamoto asked with some restraint.

"No," Hitomi Yamamoto shook his head and smiled, "How could he tell me that kind of thing, you don't think it was my aunt who smuggled this diary, right?" ”

Hitomi Yamamoto's question was very sudden and direct, and Eiko Yamamoto was always panicked, and hurriedly defended: "How could it be, it was the noble man who entrusted this diary to his aunt, right?" ”

"Sort of, when I was five or six years old, I accidentally broke into his study, saw him writing, and found this diary, I didn't take it seriously, a few years later, the noble man died, he left everyone a gift, this diary is one of my gifts."

"Oh, I haven't heard this talk about it from my grandfather or father."

"There's a picture in the back." Hitomi Yamamoto reminded.

Eko flipped it out and saw that it was a photo of her great-grandfather and Hitomi, and Hitomi's aunt was about six or seven years old, wearing an elementary school uniform.

"I took it on my first day of elementary school, and I have his message in the back."

Message to the effect:

Taking this diary as a gift from the little princess of Hitomi, grandpa is really upset.

However, there are some things that always have to be borne by someone, Hitomi, let's bear this suffering with grandpa.

Keep it a secret for your grandfather. Grandpa believes in you.

"Oh, it's my great-grandfather who doesn't want my grandfather and father to know about this." Eko said as if talking to herself.

"Hehe," Hitomi smiled bitterly, "When I was a child, I naively thought it was an honor, but then I thought about it, maybe he didn't want your grandfather and father to get into trouble, and he didn't want them to bear that pain." ”

"What's in there?"

"In the second half of his life, there are still some confusing secrets, everyone may see them differently, I found out that he once made a deal with the people of country M, and he used that money to found Yamamoto Co., Ltd."

"Does this have anything to do with recent events?"

"The deal, although it was completed in 1949, seemed to have been pestering him for decades to come, and they would come back to him every few years."

"What deal?"

"I don't know, he seems to have betrayed some intelligence or technology to country M, and besides, I guess even his death is related to those people."