An Airbus slowly lands inside Tokyo's Narita Airport.

The passengers complained about the delay of the plane, and the flight attendants stood in front of the door with professional smiles on their faces and kept bowing and apologizing, only a young man at the end of the line smiled and didn't care much.

Anyway, it's late, and it's useless to complain.

The shuttle bus took the passengers to the airport's immigration point, where the young man looked around for a moment before lining up at the entry lane.

There weren't many people, and soon it was his turn. He filled out the form, checked his luggage — simple luggage, a few changes of clothes, some groceries — and gave his passport to the immigration officer.

The immigration officer opened the passport and glanced at it, and the photo on the passport was slightly different from the young man's, but the inspector didn't care.

It is very good that the ID photo can be seven or eight points similar to me, and in terms of his work experience, it is not uncommon to encounter the ID photo that is not at all like me.

He roughly confirmed the authenticity of his passport, checked the exchange records between the two countries on the computer, and found no criminal acts during his time abroad, so he casually asked: "Mr. Yoshiwara Naoto, is this a trip to China?"

As he spoke, his hand had already touched the seal—he didn't think there was a problem, and the question was just an occupational disease.

The young man known as Naoto Yoshiwara smiled in a slightly Kansai-like accent, "No, I don't have that kind of good luck, it's a business trip." ”

With a "snap" the passport was stamped, the examiner handed it to him and replied casually: "That's really hard, welcome home." His mouth was polite, but his gaze had already fallen behind Naoto Yoshihara.

Naoto Yoshihara put away his passport, bowed and thanked him like a proper Toei, and left with a smile on his face.

The weather in Tokyo at the beginning of November is quite nice, cool but not cold, thanks to the oceanic climate. Naoto Yoshiwara unbuttoned a few buttons from his jacket and hesitated for a moment as he stood at the exit of Narita Airport.

Narita Airport is located in Narita City, on the outskirts of Tokyo, and is about 70 kilometers away from the center of Tokyo. Actually, if your destination is in the center of Tokyo, it's better to fly to Haneda Airport, but unfortunately Haneda Airport hasn't received many international flights over the years.

He looked at the taxi, he was in a hurry, of course it was ideal to choose a taxi at this time, but the taxi fare in Toei was too expensive, if he took a taxi, it was estimated that it would cost more than 30,000 yen, which was not much cheaper than the special ticket when he came - he couldn't afford the money, but he was too anxious, and he didn't have time to exchange how many yen, so he sighed a little excitedly.

If you can't take a taxi, you can only choose the airport bus.

That's the time...... It's a bit of a pain in the egg.

He wanted to be faster, but there were nine times out of ten unsatisfactory things in the world! His city only had two flights a week to Toei, and the boarding time was still in the afternoon, and it was a special flight, and he had to take off and land in Sapporo once on the way, wasting almost an hour. When I arrived at Narita Airport, due to temporary air traffic control, I had to circle for more than half an hour before I landed, and there was still an hour of time difference between the two countries, and now I have to take a bus for nearly two hours......

Let's hope it's not too late!

He took the bus to Tokyo Station, then changed trains to the Upper East Side, and after a long time of tossing, Naoto Yoshiwara finally ...... Finally, we arrived at the end of the year, a large residential area that looked a little old.

He carried his bag cross-legged, entered the residential area like an office worker who was tired of working overtime and became a dog, counted the building number and found the place to go, and circled around twice, but did not notice anything abnormal.

No one is watching, no one is ambushing, everything is calm.

He arrived at the door of the building and was just about to ring the doorbell, he found that the door of the building was broken, so he went in directly, and looked at the management room, but saw that it was full of dust, and no one used it for a long time.

Fortunately, the elevator was still available, so he took the elevator straight up to the eighth floor, found room 803, and knocked on the door after confirming that the nameplate on the door said "Uesugi".

There was no movement for a long time, Naoto Yoshihara touched his chin, considering whether he had picked the lock and went in to see, when there was a drag in the door, the cat's eye on the door was dark after a while, and someone was observing inside the door.

Naoto Yoshiwara took a step back slightly, showed his hands, and smiled.

After a while, the door lock "clicked", and the door opened a thin slit, revealing three stainless steel safety chains at the top, middle and bottom, and behind the safety chain was a little girl, frowning at him, and asked softly: "Hello, who are you looking for?"

Yoshiwara Naoto looked down, this little girl looked thirteen or fourteen years old, short and short, only to the bottom of her chest, a silky smooth black hair hung down to her shoulders, but probably because she had just woken up, there was a dull hair straight on the top of her head, and at the same time, the two eyebrows were coming together, and the corners of her eyebrows were pulled, but it looked like a figure eight eyebrows.

But it looks cute.

Naoto Yoshiwara smiled and said, "Excuse me, you're Hoshino, right? I'm looking for your mother, please call her, I'm sorry for you." ”

The little girl inside the door looked at him a little strangely for a moment, then a pair of fox eyes narrowed and asked, "Then who are you?"

"I'm your mother's friend...... Friends. ”

The expression on the face of the little girl inside the door became even more confused, "Old friend, I haven't seen you!"

"An old friend I haven't seen in a long time...... When I met your mother, you weren't born yet. Naoto Yoshihara looked at this little one, and sighed in his heart—that guy's daughter!

The little girl stared closely at Naoto Yoshihara's face, as if judging the truth of his words, and after hesitating for a moment, she told the truth: "She is not at home, please go to school tomorrow to find her." ”

"School?"

"Where she works...... You're her 'old friend' and don't know where she works?"

Naoto Yoshiwara touched his chin a little embarrassed, which he really didn't know, "That...... Please tell me!"

The little girl's expression instantly turned cold - some backlight, unable to see the expression clearly, it is not easy to judge the truth of the words, but you can guess, how can there be such an "old friend" in the world? Where did Bacheng hear a name and want to cheat, right?

She didn't answer, and as soon as she stretched out her hand, she was about to close the door.

This little girl's distrustful attitude was written on her face, Naoto Yoshihara didn't expect her to be so suspicious - she had thick eyebrows and big eyes and a righteous face, no matter how she looked at it, she shouldn't look like a trafficker, so you don't need to be so defensive of yourself, right?!

He slammed the door against it and said with a wry smile: "Don't close the door yet, I came here after a long journey!"

Under the force of Yoshiwara Naoto, the anti-theft security chain on the door was "collapsed", and the little girl took a step back, shocked and angry, and warned loudly: "Let go immediately! I have a mobile phone and a minor alarm, and this place is also very close to the police station, and the police can arrive in five minutes at most - harassing minors is a felony, and if you don't want to go to jail, leave immediately!"

She was furious and angry, but she was not afraid, and her eyebrows were raised.

Naoto Yoshihara sighed lightly and said helplessly: "Your name is Nana Hoshino, your mother's name is Kasugi Usugi, and I am indeed your mother's friend...... I have her handwritten letter, and I only have this address on it, so I can only find it here—we haven't been in touch for years, and I really don't know how she's going. ”

After saying that, he confirmed again, "You're Uesugi's daughter, Nana Hoshino, right?"

"Handwritten letter?" the little girl's brow furrowed even tighter, it probably didn't sound like an email, but who still writes a letter these days?

But she still nodded, "I'm Nana Hoshino, show me the letter!"