Time rewinds to the moment when Ichiro was imprisoned in the warehouse, in the cold and dark room, the air was a little humid, surrounded by piles of debris, and under his feet was a thick layer of dust.

The sound of the waves is faint, and the light is dark and dark. Ichiro pursed his lips, his eyes were helpless, he supported his face with his hands in pain, thinking and reading in his head, but it was not whether he would lose his freedom the moment the cruise ship approached Tokyo

From childhood to adulthood, Ichiro's heart has not been able to accommodate another girl, in his heart, there will always be a figure that is the most beautiful and moving, that is, Xia Jiang, who gets along day and night and is empathetic.

His eyes are her, what he hears is her, and what comes to his heart is her, and at this time, what lingers in his head is still a woman he has never had in more than 20 years.

"Xia Jiang." Ichiro scratched his head, nostalgic in the warehouse for the days when he talked and laughed with her when she was not married.

"Ichiro, your painting skills are so good, you will definitely be able to become a well-known artist in China." In my memory, during the time when Ichiro did not communicate with anyone, Xia Jiang, who was wearing a long skirt, commented with a smile on his paintings that never looked like outsiders.

Ichiro looked at Xia Jiang in surprise: "You said I drew very well?" ”

"Well, it's amazing. I didn't have much of a talent growing up, including drawing, so I was especially envious of others who had a talent in art. So Ichiro, you have to work hard to become the most powerful master of our Qiben family! Xia Jiang said.

Ichiro was a little skeptical and self-deprecating: "But my grandfather said that I didn't do a good job, and my parents didn't really look at what I painted." ”

"Grandpa is an old antique, he won't understand your work. With me here, you can continue to paint, I will appreciate your work for the first time, okay? ”

Ichiro did not forget that for the first time in his life, in addition to the family strife and persecution, a touch of power that could warm his heart poured in.

Xia Jiang looked at Ichiro: "Sometimes, we feel tired, because in this big family, in addition to interests, there is a struggle for inheritance. ”

"I don't really care." Ichiro replied to her very simply.

Xia Jiang smiled: "Actually, I don't care, so I don't think I will feel alienated and strange when I am with you." ”

"I'm going to put more effort into art because managing a family and running a business is not something I enjoy." Ichiro looked at her.

Xia Jiang smiled and nodded: "If you go to a beautiful place to collect style, you must call me." ”

"yes, definitely." Ichiro grinned at her without hesitation.

The young Ichiro and Xia Jiang were a very good pair of the Qiben family, and Ichiro slowly fell in love with Xia Jiang, but his introversion made him say those three words very late.

Until one day, Xia Jiang appeared in the courtyard of the Qiben family with a strange man's hand and greeted him with a smile.

In the warehouse, Ichiro's eyelids blinked, his eyes moistened, and the bitter memories made him feel like he had failed to sit here, saying those three words one step later than the bastard.

"This is my boyfriend, Xiao Wu."

Xia Jiang smiled like a spring breeze as usual, but she introduced another man in front of her.

Ichiro's expression stiffened, and he shook hands with Xiao Wu in a wooden manner, he didn't listen to anything, just stared blankly at the backs of the two of them, and gradually walked towards his grandfather's living room.

"Xia Jiang, let's go collect wind?"

"Ichiro, another day, I made an appointment with Xiao Wu today."

In his painting folder, he kept his most satisfactory work, a sketch that vividly portrayed the image of Xia Jiang, he had always wanted to find a chance to give it to Xia Jiang, but whenever the name Xiao Wu appeared from her mouth, he would let him stop his thoughts.

Half a month before boarding this cruise ship.

"Xia Jiang is going to get married?" Knowing the news from his parents, Ichiro locked himself in his room and cried in pain, never caring about his feelings.

Suffering, pain, the woman who really understands his feelings, wants to be someone else's bride.

"You bastard boy who doesn't do your job properly, you have no interest at all, what can be worthy of Xia Jiang?" Izumizo Kimoto looked at Ichiro who had plucked up his courage with disdain.

"Give it up! Xia Jiang and Xiao Wu are married, it is already a fact, take back your childish ideas. ”

Ichiro's eyes widened, and he rushed out of Izumizo's study in pain with a splitting headache. Once he wanted to wholeheartedly become the master of art who brought glory to the Qiben family in Xia Jiang's mouth, but in his grandfather's mouth, he was nothing and was not worthy of Xia Jiang's garbage at all.

Xia Jiang and Xiao Wu's wedding was held on the island dedicated to the ancestors of the Banner family, and Ichiro stayed in his room and did not appear.

On the cruise ship back, looking at Xiao Wu and Xia Jiang's sweet appearance, Ichiro suppressed all the pain and discomfort, he always wanted to express his love with a paintbrush, but he never found the opportunity

"You're drawing this kind of again." Izumizo snorted coldly, snatched the painting folder in Ichiro's hand, and tore it in front of him.

Clenching his hands and letting his breath become heavy in the warehouse, Ichiro recalled the feeling he felt when he killed Izumizo, not scared, not scared, but excited!

"Stinky boy, it is already a fact that Xiao Wu and Xia Jiang have become husband and wife, you better withdraw your thoughts and continue to be a parasite of our Qiben family!"

"Damn!" Ichiro stabbed Izumizo's chest with the blade of his knife, stabbing so hard that it seemed to shatter a lot of things in an instant.

Although the surroundings were quiet enough to let the sound of the waves come into his ears, Ichiro could still feel his heartbeat, and he seemed to have broken free from a qiē without scruples.

"Ichiro!" Just as he closed his eyes and recalled, a familiar voice came from outside the warehouse door.

Ichiro was a little stunned, and the voice was his mother, Mariko.

"Squeak." With the sound of the lock crumbling, the closed iron door of the warehouse was pushed open, and it was really his mother.

Mariko looked at her son nervously: "Ichiro, after this cruise ship docks, they will send you to the police to go to jail, there is a yacht for escape in the rescue cabin, get out of here quickly." ”

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