On November 10th, the day of fire, the highest temperature in Tokyo was 10 degrees Celsius.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Takuya Aramura stood in the lobby of Haneda International Airport, took off his coat, took a deep breath, and took out the dusty mask from his coat pocket.

Japan is not a pleasant country, and it is forced to wear a mask as soon as you get off the plane.

But it doesn't matter, I'm used to it anyway.

After eating a bland sushi meal with four women at a sushi restaurant at the airport, and then sending the women away on the grounds of "hurry home and reunite with their parents", Takuya Aramura immediately came to the vending machine in the center of the hall.

Looking at the dazzling array of drinks on the shelves, he decisively pressed the button with the number "17" to confirm.

Boom!

With a pleasant sound of metal clashing, a blue can with his and Uchida's photo autographs, Yuta and Rokka Q images fell into the outlet.

Meaningless, still Pepsi.

Taking out the Coke, Takuya Aramura suddenly made a difficulty.

How do you open a can with one hand?

That's a problem.

Just when he was in a state of embarrassment and contemplation.

Click!

The pull tab is pried open.

A large hand with distinct fingerbones appeared in front of Takuya Aramura.

Takuya Aramura followed this hand and looked at its owner.

It's a man, a man with a warm temperament and a faint smile on his face.

Of course, he has a name, and Takuya Aramura still knows it.

Shinihiko Shizumi.

Takuya Aramura looked at him for two seconds and said hello, "Mr. Cold Spring."

Shinichiko Ryoizumi took a few steps and threw the tab on his index finger into the recyclable trash can, then nodded to him with a smile, "Aramura-kun, long time no see."

Takuya Aramura took a sip of Coke, put the can on the vending machine next to him, and turned his head to look at him, "Long time no see."

His realizations told him that this person must have come to him for the sake of Cold Spring Mao Mi.

"First of all, I want to apologize to you for using some connections without your permission to check your whereabouts without your consent." Shinichiko Ryuzumi didn't mention his sister.

"It's okay, I'm used to it." Takuya Aramura's tone is neither salty nor light, like a glass of boiled water resting in a blank room, except for blandness.

However, he is not dissatisfied, and his whereabouts are not a secret, and in the eyes of a young master of a big family like Shinichiko Ryozumi, not to mention that in this regard, there is already a precedent for Sakura Masafumi.

Shiihiko Ryoizumi seemed to have guessed something, and smiled silently, "Let's not talk about this for now, let's talk about some serious things."

"Yes." Takuya Aramura nodded in agreement.

"The plaster on your hand—" Shikahiko Ryumi still didn't say the name of Mao Mi Ryumi, but just stretched out his index finger and pointed at his right arm, "... Is it hurt?"

"Isn't that obvious?" Takuya Aramura pressed his fingernails against the plaster and slid them lightly, "And you should have known about this yesterday, right? Why bother asking again?"

When Shikihiko Leng Quan heard this, he lowered his head and laughed, "Aramura-kun, you are really a smart person."

"I never said I was a fool." Takuya Aramura nodded his forehead, then took the Coke off the vending machine and sat down on the suitcase, "Mr. Cold Spring, you can talk about your business."

"Yes, yes, yes... I almost forgot..." Shichihiko Ryozumi slammed his fist, then bent down, his eyes hooked into his eyes, "Aramura-kun, have you had fun in Huaguo during this time?"

Takuya Aramura's eyes narrowed, and he replied, "It's not bad, at least these ten days have not been wasted, and it is worth the trip."

"What are you playing?"

"Running around, Xinchang Ancient Town of Shencheng,

The West Lake in Lin'an, Mr. Lu Xun's hometown in Yuezhou, the Forbidden City in the Northern Capital, and the Hualing Hunting Ground in Fengtian..."

"I really envy you... You can play everywhere..."Shikihiko Ryoizumi straightened his back and looked up at the ceiling, "It's not like me... There's a lot of work to do all day long, and there's no time at all."

"As the heir of the Cold Spring family, Mr. Cold Spring certainly can't be compared to an idle cloud and wild crane like me." Takuya Aramura followed his words and asked his own question, "If you don't have time, why are you in Tokyo?"

The smile on Shinichiko Ryozumi's face narrowed a little, and he didn't answer his question, "Do you know Aramura-kun? There's something big going on in Kyoto, and I've been busy with it lately."

"What's the matter?" Takuya Aramura asked.

"The speaker of the Kyoto Prefectural Assembly announced his resignation a few days ago."

"I saw this on Twitter."

"What do you think of Aramura-kun?" Shikihiko Ryoizumi's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light.

Takuya Aramura wasn't interested in things like Shoji, but he still said, "According to my guess, the Cold Spring family is ready to take this position, right?"

"Aramura-kun, you're really a smart person." Shinichiko Cold Spring repeated what he had just said, and then walked around him with his hands behind his back, "The Cold Spring family really wants to take this position... But Aramura-kun, you know what? The Cold Spring family doesn't have much influence on the altar right now."

"So what?"

"How?"

"I've had a lot of contact with the Cold Spring family, as far as I know—" Takuya Aramura's words were frustrated with affirmation, "... The Cold Springs have never been a risk-taking family, and you won't do things you don't know if you're not sure."

"Aramura-kun, you're really a smart person." Shinihiko Cold Spring repeated this sentence for the second time, "Yes, the Cold Spring family has never been a family willing to take risks, so... We made a deal with another family that has the most voice on the Kansai altar."

"Deal—" Takuya Aramura had already guessed what he was about to say.

"Yes, the deal."

"And then?"

"No more." The smile on Shinichiko Ryozumi's face bloomed again, "I'm just bringing this out to tell you, and I'm just here to wash your dust."

Takuya Aramura was silent for a while, pinched the unfinished Coke can, and threw it into the trash can on the side without even looking at it.

It is a flammable trash can.

"In that case—" He stood up, turned around with his suitcase and walked towards the door of the hall, preparing to leave the airport, "Thank you, Mr. Cold Spring, for coming to pick me up, I'll go back."

Shinichiko Ryuzumi stared at his back, a wisp of inexplicable thought hidden in his eyes.

"Aramura-kun!" He shouted at Takuya Aramura.

Takuya Aramura stopped and looked back at him.

Shikahiko Ryuzumi walked over quickly, looked him in the eye, and said in a deep voice, "Mao Yang Mei went back to Kyoto yesterday afternoon."

Takuya Aramura's face moved slightly, but he still responded in a calm tone, "Well, I see."

"Okay, that's probably it..." Shikahiko Ryoizumi patted the other party's shoulder twice, "And the last sentence, a lot of things have been entangled but never made a decision, then when you think about it, there will be no chance of regret."

"I'm not struggling." After Takuya Aramura said this, he dragged his suitcase and left.

Seeing his back disappear completely, Shikihiko Ryozumi shook his head with a wry smile, and said helplessly, "This deserted village-kun... It's really grinding..."