"Makichihiko, I'm very sorry, Junzhang had to come to you, I was negligent and didn't stop him..."

Facing this woman with a rather low posture, Shiihiko Ryuzumi just glanced at her lightly, then lowered his head and touched the little boy's head, and introduced to Takuya Aramura: "Aramura-kun, this is my son, Shunsho Ryozumi... This is my wife, Mie Cold Spring."

"Hello Mrs. Cold Spring, Young Master Cold Spring." Takuya Aramura lowered his head, "My name is Takuya Aramura."

"So you're Aramura-kun." Mie Cold Spring looked at him, "I heard, Mao Yangmi..."

"Beauty." Shinichiko Ryoizumi screamed, pulled his son down from his arms, and brought him to her, "I'm talking to Aramura-kun right now, you send Junzhang back to the room first."

Mie Ryoizumi immediately withdrew her gaze from Takuya Aramura and took her son's hand, "I know... Junzhang, my father is busy right now, let's go back to the room first."

Takuya Aramura couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

It seems that the relationship between the Leng Quan's family is a bit complicated and delicate...

At this moment, Mao Mi of Cold Spring, who had taken a shower and changed her clothes, walked over with Michinoku Aoiaki, and nodded and said hello after seeing Mie Cold Spring and Toshisho of Cold Spring, "Sister Mie, Junzhang."

"Mao Yangmi." Mie Cold Spring nodded, and then asked suspiciously, "Why did you change your clothes?" Are you going back to Tokyo?"

"Yes, go back to work."

"Be careful on the road, and don't work too hard..."

After chatting a few words with Mie Cold Spring, Mao Mao Cold Spring and Michinoku Aoi Aki, who followed behind, came to Takuya Aramura, "Senior, let's go."

Takuya Aramura raised his head to look at her, bowing slightly, "Okay, let's go."

Out of the mansion of the Cold Spring family, under the wave goodbye of the three members of the Cold Spring Shinichiko family, Takuya Aramura and Mao Coldspring sat in the back seat of a black bridge car, and Mutsu Aoi Autumn got into the main driver and served as the driver.

With a slight flutter of the body, the engine was started.

Takuya Aramura rubbed his slightly swollen eye sockets, and inadvertently turned his head, his face changed slightly, as if he had seen something.

"Wait a minute."

He interrupted Michinoku Aoi as he stepped on the accelerator.

"Aramura-senpai, what's wrong?" Mutsu Aoi looked back at him suspiciously.

Mao Mei of Cold Spring also looked at him, "What's wrong with the senior?"

Takuya Aramura also looked out the window, "Look there."

Hearing this, Manami Cold Spring followed his gaze and looked over.

She saw... I saw a person standing behind the door of the Cold Spring Mansion.

It's Toshiyuki Ryozumi.

He stood there alone, half of his body blocked by the door.

He just stood there silently, looking at himself in the car, like an ordinary lonely old man who stayed in a nursing home and lost the company of his children.

Although he is only in his forties...

After feeling that he had been discovered by Mao Mi of Cold Spring, a ray of confusion flashed in Minzhi Leng Quan's eyes, and he wanted to run away, but he was reluctant.

Cold Spring Mao Yang Mei opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say, so she had to give up after a while, close her mouth and take a deep breath. ….

"Cold Spring, go over." Takuya Aramura said.

"Senior..." Mao Mi Cold Spring's expression was obviously a little tangled, "But... I really don't know how to deal with him..."

"It's your father anyway, isn't he?" Takuya Aramura put his arm past her and reached into the handle of the car door on her side, "How can you go out without saying a word to your parents?"

"He killed my mother—" Mao Mi Cold Spring still didn't want to move.

"Is there anything to do with the two?" Takuya Aramura continued, pulling the handle often, and the car door was opened, "You can go over and say to him, 'I'm going to Tokyo], and then go back to the car, it doesn't mean anything."

As he spoke, he withdrew his hand and placed it on Cold Spring Mao Mi

eyes on her shoulder, "Go ahead."

"I—" Mao Mi Cold Spring and Takuya Aramura looked at each other for a few seconds, then finally took a few deep breaths, nodded heavily at him, and got out of the car.

Seeing her walking towards him, Leng Quan Toshiyuki subconsciously stepped back, and still didn't leave after struggling for a while.

Cold Spring Mao Mi walked over, and the two looked at each other from a distance of three or four meters.

Like a pair of strangers.

Leng Quan Toshiyuki sorted out the clothes on his body meticulously, and called her in a dry voice, "Mao Yangmi."

Mao Mi Ryoizumi looked at him and bit her lip.

How so? How can a man in his forties become so vicissitudes? Where has the momentum he used to say has gone? Why did he become so restrained when facing me?

This man was her father, someone she had regarded as an idol for more than twenty years.

The white strands in his hair have grown again... The spirit is not as good as it used to be...

Shinichiko Ryuzumi stood not far away with his wife and son, staring intently at this side, his eyes uncertain.

Leng Quan Toshiyuki exhaled, his eyes hesitated, and then as if he had plucked up courage, he took a few steps forward.

"Mao Yangmi, do it well after you go to Tokyo, do what you want, don't have any worries, I will firmly support you...

Aramura-kun is a very good young man, and his father has the wrong eye...

In the past twenty years, my father has been incompetent, and he has devoted himself to family affairs, and has never considered you and Machihiko...

I'm sorry for your mother, she said she didn't want to see me, so I tried to avoid her all the time, and I didn't even stay with her when she died..."

Looking at the back of the black car leaving, Shinichiko Ryoizumi suddenly grabbed Mie's hand and hugged Toshijo Leng Izumi in his arms.

Leng Quan Junzhang took the opportunity to put his arms around his neck.

"Shinichihiko?" Cold Spring's expression was a little flattered.

Shinichiko Ryoizumi smiled at her and pulled them towards the shadow of Toshiyuki Ryumi.

On the other side, on the way from Kyoto to Tokyo.

Mao Mi Ryuzumi closed her eyes, leaned her forehead on Takuya Aramura's arm, and said in a voice like a whisper, "Senior, thank you..."

"What?" Takuya Aramura turned his face sideways, he didn't hear too clearly.

"Nothing..."

"Oh..."

"I'm tired and want to get some sleep..."

"Lend you your shoulder?"

"Thank you..."

Senior, thank you...

Thank you for being able to pop up in my unchanging life... Thank you for not leaving when I needed you the most... Thank you for your seemingly indifferent attitude but for never breaking free of my hands... Thank you... Everything, everything... Thank you...

In the driver's seat, Mutsu Aoi held the steering wheel with both hands, and from time to time he looked at a rib between the sunshields above.

A ray of sunlight shone by, illuminating the word "loyalty" on the exposed hilt of the sword.

It seems that Mutsu Aoiaki, who knelt all night last night, did not kneel in vain...

The atmosphere in the car is extremely peaceful and peaceful, only the stereo is still playing music that makes people want to sleep.

"You

I finally puffed up and said

I'm going to change my life

Start today

I give all my love

Never thought I would be like this

I'm going to give all my love~"

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Everybody