14:14 Tokyo time, 120 120, 4-chome 1-1 Kakudomachi. The weather was sunny and the temperature was a comfortable 21 degrees Celsius.

The bright yellow taxi gently drove into the quiet residential area, but Fujiwara Yu, who was a passenger, did not say the exact location, so he got off the bus near No. 110.

Before leaving, he noticed the photo with a bright smile, and also recognized that it was the dress of the police academy sports festival, so he deliberately gave a police salute to the driver's uncle after paying the money, and showed the same smile as in the photo.

Uncle Driver didn't expect this kid to make such an expression and move, the black-haired young man standing against the light still had a dazzling smile, and the brilliance reflected by the police rank badge on his chest made him feel that his eyes were a little moist.

He tried to restrain his emotions, giving a thumbs up as he used to praise his son, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes meant that he was happy at the moment.

The driver's uncle watched the tall back disappear around the corner of the street, took a deep breath to hold back his tears, and controlled his emotions before starting the car again, waiting for the next passenger standing on the side of the road who needed his own service.

And Fujiwara Yoshi, who had already passed the corner, also noticed a black Chevrolet suburban parked in front of his house, and the license plate number was also the familiar Nerima 300ね41-53, which was his father's car!

It's my father back! He hurriedly leaned down and unzipped the outer layer of the suitcase, carefully hid the diploma of the police academy behind him, and ran towards the door of the house while dragging the suitcase, but he didn't know that the person who got out of the car was a strange man he had never seen before.

Dark brown slightly curly short hair, thick eyebrows, aqua blue triangular eyes look a little fierce, congenital tear troughs look a little haggard, this look should be mixed-race, Japanese-American mixed-race?

Judging by the fine lines on his face that are not covered by makeup, he should be between forty and forty-five years old.

This age and no hostility towards yourself...... Could it be my father's friend? Or a colleague?

Fujiwara Yu didn't continue to look at the strange man in front of him, but looked sideways at the closed door, his ultramarine eyes clouded with a layer of loss.

Because he guessed that his father was busy with work and didn't come back, he said that the man in front of him came to help his father deliver gifts.

He put the suitcase aside, stretched out his left hand and stretched it forward, even if he was lost, he still maintained a good upbringing, and said with a light smile: "Trouble Uncle specially went to the house to drink a glass of water, right?" But that smile didn't last long, so Fujiwara quickly turned his back and took the key out of his pocket to open the door before the smirk on his face wore off.

But if he had been at night for a few seconds, he would have seen the strange man behind him look like he was going to stop talking, especially when he noticed the rank on his chest and the paper with the red ribbon wrapped in his hand, his brow couldn't help frowning, and the wrinkles deepened.

He didn't know how to say it anymore. Fujiwara Yu didn't notice the change in the expression of the person behind him, he pushed open the door and moved the suitcase inside, and did not forget to stuff the diploma back into the outermost zippered pocket of the suitcase before entering.

If the father does not come back, there is no need to take it out. He changed his slippers and didn't forget to take a pair for the strange man, and asked aloud as he walked to the kitchen: "Uncle, I haven't been home for half a year, and the only things I can entertain at home are mineral water and tea, do you want tea?" ”

"No, mineral water will do." The strange man hurriedly waved his hand, he stepped on his slippers to look at the environment in the house, it was indeed a long time no one had lived, there was a lot of dust piled up on the floor and furniture, and there was no trace of life.

Fujiwara, who was already in a bad mood, didn't say much, he turned around and took a glass to clean it, took out the mineral water in the refrigerator, and squeezed a few drops of concentrated lemon juice with a shelf life of three hundred and sixty-five days.

"Please." Fujiwara Yu also made himself a simple glass of lemonade, and he sat on the sofa and straightened his back, and said that this was the second guest to visit the house after Masami Saito.

"Thank you." The strange man picked up the glass of water but didn't drink it, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but after a long silence, he introduced himself.

He said his name was Yonssen Hondo, a second-generation Japanese-American, and a colleague of his father.

Fujiwara Yu couldn't help but raise his brows after hearing the introduction, you must know that after living in Tokyo for so many years, his father has never mentioned his colleagues in front of him, and he really didn't expect that one day he would entrust his colleagues to give him gifts.

Obviously, it was a blessing before, and at most one sentence was added

"The gift will be made up to you next time", I really didn't expect to be so attentive this time, maybe my father would have known that he had secretly applied for the police academy.

But he didn't let his guard down, and so far Yoon Sen Hondo has not said his father's surname.

A few years ago, my father said that if someone came to him in the name of a colleague or friend, he would use it

"Azel Arsani" called him, it was a normal day when he didn't have any contact, and he had to be vigilant at that time.

But if it is used

The name "Fujiwara Kazuya" can be taken lightly. Fujiwara Yu knew that the person in front of him should be fine, so he relaxed a lot, he bent down and spread the suitcase flat on the floor, and when he saw the book on the top, he couldn't help but smile in his eyes.

He reached out and placed the book on the edge of the coffee table, and said in a loud voice, "Mr. Hondo, don't you mind if I tidy up my suitcase?" ”

"Don't mind, just feel free." Yin Sen Hondo touched the tip of his nose a little embarrassed, and said softly: "Actually, I came today, in addition to bringing you the gift that Mr. Fujiwara entrusted to me, there is one more thing to tell you, because as Mr. Fujiwara's biological son, you have the right to know. ”

"The right to know?" Fujiwara's eyes widened in surprise, his instincts reminding him that Yoon Mori Hondo's next words wouldn't be what he wanted to hear.

Even the heart throbbed for no reason, what is that? Is it to prepare yourself mentally and prepare for the worst?

"Hmm." Yin Sen Hondo took out a brown paper file bag with a seal from the black briefcase, handed it to Fujiwara Yu with both hands with a serious expression, and got up and bowed to the junior, his voice full of apologies: "I'm sorry, your father Fujiwara Kazuya...... ...... last night at 11:07 sacrificed. "Last night at 11:07, sacrificed.

My father died at 11:07 p.m. last night. Fujiwara's outstretched hand clenched into a fist after hearing this, and he got up so much that the glass on the coffee table fell to the ground and shattered into shards of glass.

His fist-clenched hands slowly opened, and his hand that stepped forward and tugged at the collar finally landed on Yoon Hondo's shoulders and straightened him.

Fujiwara was silent for five seconds before he reluctantly asked in a trembling voice, "Mr. Hondo, are you lying to me?" Father, does he want to make up for my birthday? Even though my birthday falls on April Fool's Day, you can't surprise me with such a joke. "Fujiwara Yo has a strong sense of insight, and when a person unreservedly presents the two emotions of grief and guilt on his face, without any signs of performance, it shows that these two emotions are from the heart.

It was when he saw Yin Sen Hondo biting his lower lip and trying to restrain his emotions that the only light left in his eyes went out.

"This ...... It's not funny at all. "It's not funny, because it's not a joke at all, it's a sad fact.

His father's sacrifice was a fact, and how could he be amused.