"Take what out?" Yuan Laiguang was stunned when he watched her movements, especially the gradually cold look on Kamiya Seiko's face: "Are you sure you are not wrong?" ”

The dancing flames swayed non-stop, even if they looked like they were about to be extinguished, but they still emitted high temperatures.

I don't know why, Kamiya Holy Son's originally silent face was suddenly sharp, and a cold light also bloomed in his slender and beautiful eyes, and his gaze was firmly fixed on the lower part of his abdomen, which even made Yuan Laiguang tense.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is the first time he has felt the malice of the Holy Son of Kamiya, as if there is a sticky hatred that has condensed into substance in her eyes.

But something is wrong with her!

From the time he opened his mouth to now, almost half a minute or so had passed, and Kamiya Seiko's indifferent expression gradually became strange, and his eyes were slightly surprised.

But looking at Yuan Laiguang's uncertain look and the place where her eyes were focused, after being slightly stunned for a moment, she suddenly understood why Yuan Laiguang had such a reaction, and her lips pursed slightly.

Taking a deep breath, she raised her white hand and pointed forward: "I'm talking about relics, the box you hold in your arms, take out all the things." ”

"Relic?" Yuan Laiguang's expression froze slightly.

Feeling the heavy weight in his arms, his eyelids twitched slightly, knowing that he would be wrong, he felt a little embarrassed, and then put down the wooden box.

Seiko Kamiya set aside a place for him to come over.

With her move, the already weak flame was finally extinguished, and with a slight raised eyebrows, she gave up the idea of fighting again, and instead waited for Yuan Laiguang to take out the relics first, and then burn the fire.

Yuan Laiguang squatted down and looked at the wooden box.

Fingertips swept over the wooden box, there was a warm feeling, the material should be good, the wooden box did not have a lock, only a simple wooden live buckle, a little force can be opened, it is easy to open.

When the wooden box was opened, an old smell poured out.

The sight is a neatly arranged pile of miscellaneous items, including vintage pocket watches, a stack of envelopes, a leather notebook, a row of photographs, and several stamps.

In addition to this, there is a mass of what looks like wool on the edge of the corner of the wooden box.

Yuan Laiguang raised his eyebrows, took out the wool-like thing that was pressed by the notebook, put it in his hand and looked at it, and found that it was actually a glove.

It's not accurate to say it's a glove, because this pair of woolen gloves has misaligned stitches and is crooked.

The dark blue color could have covered up the mistake, but it could be seen that the person who knitted the gloves was obviously not very good, and when the gloves were unfolded, even the gloves on the right hand and two fingers were glued together.

This kind of gloves are probably the lowest inferior products in the factory, and the kind that people dislike for nothing.

But it was undoubtedly hand-knitted, and there were black marks in many places on the wool of the glove, which normally only oil and blood would leave on the dark blue wool.

Since it was placed in the relics, it is unlikely that the oil stain of this precious appearance is likely, but it may be the blood stains left by the person who knitted the gloves when he pierced his hands.

"Miss Holy Son." Yuan Laiguang frowned and raised his head and asked, "Are you going to burn all these things?" ”

"Hmm." Seiko Kamiya hummed softly.

Yuan Laiguang put down the woolen gloves and picked up a few things underneath: "Including photos and notebooks?" ”

"Photos and notebooks?" Hearing this, the Holy Son of Kamiya turned his head slightly, looking at the things in Yuan Laiguang's hand that were slightly divine, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and there was a color of struggle in his eyes, and he subconsciously had a feeling of hesitation.

Yuan Laiguang shook the things in his hand: "Don't tell me, you haven't seen your father's relics." ”

"I haven't seen it, this is what he sorted it out himself."

The Holy Son of Kamiya was silent for a moment, a glimmer of light in his beautiful eyes, but he admitted it very calmly.

She wasn't cold to her father.

This can be seen from the previous rebellious words.

Yuan Laiguang can actually understand it, she is out of sight and out of mind, but after looking at the photo showing a corner of the wooden box, she still asked, "Don't you plan to take a look?" ”

"Not interested." Kamiya shook his head.

Seeing this, Yuan Laiguang no longer persuaded him, after all, this is someone's father's thing, and she doesn't care about what she wants to do, but when he was about to take out all the things, he found something abnormal.

The stack of photos stacked in the corner of the box was revealed, and a corner of the diary seemed to be a little sticky for a long time, revealing a few words in the diary.

The clear handwriting came into view, making Yuan Laiguang frown, and after a moment of silence, he raised his head to look at the Holy Son of Kamiya, and said loudly, "Then can I take a look?" ”

"You're interested in dead people's things?"

Seiko Kamiya didn't turn around, just quietly looked at her mother's tombstone, her black professional skirt being blown by the breeze, revealing more legs wrapped in black silk.

From her tone, Minamoto only felt her disregard for her father and the slightest resentment.

Obedient and sensible since she was a child, she is like a marionette in every aspect, and she has done her best for the Kamiya family, she has done her greatest responsibility.

"No, it's your picture."

Yuan Laiguang pinched a photo at his fingertips.

The back of the photo looks slightly yellowed.

Above is a family of four, the majestic face of Kamiya Shiro stands on the left, on the right is a gentle woman in a colorful kimono, and in the middle are naturally Kamiya Seiko and Kamiya Aiko, one high and one low.

This photo was not taken in a room, but outdoors, with warm sunlight in the background.

At that time, Seiko Kamiya was also wearing a kimono, with a smile on his face, and flowers on his slightly raised bun, he looked like a beautiful woman, and his eyes did not have the calm and calm he has now.

"If you plan to see it, I'll put the lighter here, and I'll go clean up my mother's tombstone."

Kamiya Seiko threw a lighter at him, but he just glanced at it, and seemed to be completely unconcerned.

People are ashamed to be seen in childhood photos.

But she's not a girl, she's not a recent graduate, and she's not too mentally mature, and she cares negligibly about this shame.

Seeing this, Yuan Laiguang took the lighter.

But he didn't rush to ignite it.

Instead, they looked at it one by one.

Basically, it's a group photo, and it looks like the photos have been washed out for a long time, even if they are well preserved, they will inevitably be washed by time, and the corners of many photos are overwhelmed, not to mention that the back will turn yellow.

After a cursory glance, he put the pictures back in their place, and then picked up his notebook.

The notebook is leather, it should be calf leather to the touch, but it feels very slippery, it should have been put for many years, there is no old smell of paper after opening, but there is a fragrance, it is estimated that it has something to do with the material of the paper, and it is indeed soft and moderate to the touch.

As the notebook was opened, there were rows of quaint and atmospheric fonts on the paper.

The square and angular characters are not round, but there is a sense of simplicity, not as graceful as the female font, remembering that the owner of this wooden box should be her father's words.

The notebook is about two fingers thick.

From the first page, Minamoto Yoriguang looked at the past and found that it was indeed a diary, and the time seemed to have been written from the nineties of the last century, and now it can be said that it is more than forty years ago, and most of the things that Kamiya Shiro wrote down are about business and relatives.

The financial situation of the last quarter, the development direction of the family industry, and the outstanding descendants of relatives and side branches.

Most of these things are also inherited from the position of the head of the Kamiya family at a young age, and Kamiya Shiro is also buried in these daily tedious things every day, and there seems to be no respite.

Seeing these running accounts, Yuan Laiguang only flipped through them and looked back, until he was almost halfway through the notebook, and then changed.

And this change is from the time Kamiya Shiro and his wife got married and conceived a child, until the birth of Kamiya Seiko, it can be clearly seen that Kamiya Shirou has a sense of anticipation for the child that is about to be born.

Even the various complaints in the diary began to change to what kind of baby products to buy.

After the birth of Kamiya Seiko, Kamiya Aiko was also born one after another, and in the past ten years, Kamiya Shiro's diary has not been written diligently, but the proportion of the two daughters in the space is also very large, accounting for almost more than half.

Just by looking at it for a few minutes, Minamoto Raiguang could feel that Shiro Kamiya was happy during this time.

At least it seems that the family atmosphere is good, after all, the man is the head of the family, and the atmosphere of the family is all set by him, which has always been very good.

Until one page began to change.

This day is the first adult of Kamiya Seiko, because of the bubble economy, the Kamiya family's industry has been greatly impacted, and at this time, Kamiya Shiro's uncle was asked to marry Kamiya Seiko.

At that time, the Kamiya family was transforming into the electronic component industry, and the economic situation at home and abroad was very poor, and transportation became the main reason for the cargo chain to be stuck.

That is, from now on, Minamoto Yoriko carefully compared the time, and this is the first time that Shiro Kamiya has not continued to write this notebook for more than three consecutive months.

When I continued to write, it seemed that I had returned to the state of not being married, without mentioning my two daughters and wife, and the words were full of business matters, even more carefully than before.

Seeing this source Lai Guang already felt wrong.

It wasn't until nearly four or five months had passed that on this page of the diary, Yuan Laiguang saw a difference.

If you say that what you wrote before was a diary.

Then this page can be said to be a confession.

The specific content is probably the guilt of the Holy Son of Kamiya, and the disappointment of his wife, just look at the handwriting The more it is written, the more scribbled it becomes.

Even Yuan Laiguang rubbed it with his fingers.

The paper can be rubbed down finely.

Under normal circumstances, the only thing that can show this kind of behavior on paper is that it has been impregnated with water droplets.

This notebook is his personal belongings.

Minamoto Yorimitsu thinks that Kamiya Shiro usually only puts it in the mezzanine of the study and does not touch any water, so the only water source that may be touched is probably the tears shed for his father.

Yuan Laiguang was a little silent when he saw this.

A mistake is a mistake, and even remorse cannot make up for it, just as suffering should not be called grinding.

The wandering ones continued to flip backwards.

He found that Shiro Kamiya was becoming more and more absent-minded.

There are also fewer and fewer diaries being written.

Sometimes it is not even written once after a year or two.

This situation did not change until last year, when the handwriting became more and more dull.

[This notebook is written here, it's almost over, and when you pack up your belongings, you may or may not see it, after all, what you hide in your heart, how can I not know.] ]

[I'm definitely not a good father to you, so I'm sorry to say to you, even if it's sorry, it hasn't changed your life.] ]

[But after I die, you don't have to put this family on your shoulders anymore, your child has been very strong since marriage, but you have to know that my departure is just a façade, and it is your child who really doesn't let go.] ]

The simple and twilight handwriting ended, Yuan Laiguang took the notebook and was slightly distracted, and the black cotton clothes that were unzipped were slightly lifted with the cool breeze in the mountains and forests.

"Haven't you burned it for me yet?"

The words with a little coldness came into his ears with the cool breeze in the mountains, which made Yuan Laiguang completely come back to his senses.

He turned his head to look at Seiko Kamiya.

Closing the notebook in his hand, he stood in silence for a moment, and opened his mouth in her sight.

"Miss Holy Son."

"What's wrong?"

"Are you sure this pair of gloves is going to burn?"

Yuan Laiguang picked up the crooked stitches in the wooden box: "This is what Uncle Kamiya knitted for you." ”

Hearing this, the Holy Son of Kamiya's face was slightly stunned.

But after a while, nature returned.

She didn't speak, her eyes focused on the gloves in Yuan Laiguang's hand, although she acted as if nothing happened, but there was a wave in her eyes.

"Since it's something woven for me, why don't you give it to me in person, it's really ridiculous to put it in a relic place."

Her eyes drooped slightly, and a smile appeared on her beautiful cheeks, as if she were muttering to herself.

Yuan Raiguang did not continue to speak.

He just handed over the notes in his hand.

Kamiya Seiko glanced at it, stood in place and was silent for a while, and finally reached out and took it.

She didn't hesitate to look at it.

But the notebook is very thick, and even if she is looking at it casually, it will take at least three or four minutes.

Yuan Laiguang just waited without hurry.

Wait until almost five minutes later.

Seiko Kamiya closed his notebook.

She was more silent than she had just looked.

"Miss Holy Son, I probably know the reason why you want to die, but just like Uncle Kamiya said, the person who really restrains you is not someone else, but yourself."

"Our relationship is a friend, so that's why I say this, it's your business to listen or not."

"But I want to give one last piece of advice, think about what you really want, if I can help, I will definitely help, there will be no excuses."

Minamoto Raiko is not a robot, and he doesn't want to watch her beg for death, whether it is admiration or friendship for Seiko Kamiya, or the ambiguity before.

Without the concept of living, with the idea of dying, it is actually easy to detect.

At least he could feel it, and he was in his own identity, because he didn't want to see someone like Kamiya Seiko banishing him, so he said so many words, hoping to let her put down the burden on her shoulders.

However, after hearing his words, there was no change on Kamiya Seiya's face.

Instead, he raised his eyes and looked him straight into the eye.

This kind of look gradually became strange, making him feel that he was pretending to be stupid, that is, when he wanted to ask a question, Kamiya Seiko finally took the lead again.

"What do I want, didn't I say?"

"What?"

"Of course it's a child."