Xingyue: The protagonist I recommended died again

Chapter 2 The adoptive father I recommended died in the middle

The white horse passed through the gap, and the years passed in a flash.

On the evening of New Year's Day, private woodland east of Fuyuki's new capital.

A handsome young man with black hair and eyes, short and crisp short hair, a solemn expression, and a hint of gloominess between his light brows. Wearing a black solemn suit, with his hands in his trouser pockets, he stood quietly with the inscription Makimura engraved on it. In front of Higashino's tombstone.

The sky turned from gray to black, very much like a spread out blanket.

At a certain moment, countless white and crystal clear snowflakes fell. The snow became heavier and heavier, and soon turned into heavy snow.

After standing there for a long time, the 16-year-old Jian Jian sighed lightly, took a step forward and brushed away all the snow that fell on the tombstone with his hands.

"I'm convinced of you, I'm so popular with you, but you did this to me. Before I was 35 years old, my body was emptied by wine and sex, I had three highs, I had cerebral thrombosis, and in the end, I'm still there I suddenly fell ill at a random party."

Jian Yan's tone contained blame, helplessness, and some regret. If he had spent more time on magic training in the past few years, I think he could have prevented this kind of thing.

Thinking of this, he simply sat down cross-legged and poured the high-grade soju on hand into the wine glass in front of the tombstone.

"But this may be fate, and you have never seen any loss in this life. You have enjoyed everything you should enjoy, and you have gotten everything you should get. Wealth, fame, beauties, luxury cars, yachts, big villas... ...Speak yourself, do you feel a loss? If you still feel a loss, tell me in your dream, tell me if there is anything else you haven’t enjoyed enough, and I will burn it for you!”

Jian Jian raised the wine bottle and took two sips.

"Also, don't worry. In fact, I have never thought about participating in the Holy Grail War I told you. Not to mention how poor my magic foundation is, there is no benefit in participating in that thing.

What would I do if there was no benefit and my life might be in danger?Am I such a fool in your mind?Just because of this matter, you still hold on for a while and don't close your eyes until you see me? "

I felt my nose was a little sore, so I raised my head and sighed again.

Apart from taking advantage of each other through lip service, the two of them have never really treated each other like father and son over the years.

But Jian Yi knew that Makimura Higashino did treat him as his son.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have held his eyes open for the last breath because he was worried that he would participate in the Holy Grail War. He would have had to rush there by himself and promise in his ear that he would never participate in the Holy Grail War before he could close his eyes.

"I still remember when I was seven years old, I told you that there were magicians in the world and that I wanted to learn magic. You actually believed me and used your connections to find teachers all over the world.

Because of this, you were defrauded of a large amount of money that year, hahaha, do you still remember?And when I was ten years old, you actually took me to a nightclub for my birthday!
Lao Mu, I just want to ask, what were you thinking at that time?Also, you love drinking so much, why don’t you allow me to drink even a sip of beer or sparkling wine?
It makes me want to have a drink with you now, but I will never get the chance again.And you are an unfilial son. For more than 30 years, you have not been able to have a child to continue your family lineage! "

Jian Jian sat in front of the tombstone, talking alone for an unknown amount of time, until he drank all the bottles of high-grade shochu he brought, and until a thick layer of snow accumulated on Jian Yi's hair and shoulders.

In the end, the housekeeper who was waiting outside the cemetery couldn't stand it anymore. He walked in and reminded Jian Yi that it was already late at night, and asked two burly bodyguards to carry the drunk Jian Yi back to the car.

"Old Mu, don't be in a hurry to reincarnate. When I have a son in the future, you can directly surrender to him! I will be your father!"

……

The nearly half-month annual vacation from Christmas Eve to the start of school on January [-] was all used by Jian Jian to deal with the funeral affairs of the contemporary Japanese singer whom he praised.

Of course, the funeral was okay, just follow the example of Sakai Izumi and handle it in a low-key manner. The trouble was that the paparazzi who were always wandering around his house had been chased away many times by the bodyguards, but they still didn't stop.

In the end, there was no choice but to hold another press conference.

January [-]th, the night of the first day of school.

Fuyuki, Miyama Town, Emiya's house.

In the living room, Emiya Shirou had just eaten dinner cooked by his schoolmate who often came to help him with housework, Matou Sakura had washed the dishes, and Emiya Shirou's childhood sweetheart eldest sister and current class teacher Fujimura Taiga, the three of them were huddled together. Inside the kotatsu, I watched the press conference being played on the TV.

Because of the death of his idol, Taiga Fujimura's eyes have been swollen in recent days, and he seems to have no energy. He spends all day holding autographs and taking photos without thinking about food.

From time to time, I would sob with tears in my eyes for a while.

Watching Jian Jian bowing to the media on TV and saying that he hoped everyone would understand the grief of the family and not disturb him too much, Shirou always felt that this voice sounded familiar.

"Senior, do you know that person?" Matou Sakura asked curiously. "I don't know him, I just heard Yichen and them talking about it." Shirou shook his head and said, not saying that the simple voice always felt familiar to him, as if he had heard it somewhere.

"Does Senior Liudong know him?"

"They went to the same junior high school. I heard from Yisheng that when he was in junior high school, he was forced by Sister Yinzi to ask for an autographed photo from Jian Yi. Also, the autographed photo in Sister Fuji's hand was also helped by Yisheng."

Just after he finished speaking, Shirou suddenly thought of something.

"Oh, Issei said Tohsaka-san also wants to pass!"

"Huh? That's it." Sakura covered her mouth as if she was a little surprised.

"Well, to be honest, I didn't expect that even people like Tohsaka-san would be star-struck." Shirou nodded and said, mistakenly thinking that Sakura was really surprised. He had no idea how big a wave of emotions the other person had because of this name.

It's late January.

Ten o'clock in the evening, Xindu.

In the modern magic workshop built under the villa at a huge expense, Jian Jian, with his eyes closed, is holding a Western spoon, carefully and attentively controlling every step of the [project].

Waves of ripples suddenly appeared, completely covering the top of the spoon. At the same time, fine sweat broke out on Jian Yan's forehead.

"Material replacement corridor, established."

"Form replacement corridor, established."

"Material replacement, completed."

"Form replacement, completed."

"Import [-]D coordinates, complete..."

"Replacement of manifestation...failed."

"Project, failed."

Jian Yan opened his eyes, looked at the black fork twisted into a flower in his hand and smiled helplessly. He used form replacement to turn it back into the original silver spoon and let out a long sigh.

"Sure enough, no talent means no talent. The four magic circuits are only of average quality. Apart from the basic form replacement of substitution magic, you can't learn any other magic. How about giving up magic altogether and becoming an ordinary rich man?"

Jian Jian also had some unrealistic fantasies after he knew that he could only do substitution magic. For example, his substitution magic would be as good as Endsworth in the next world.

But the truth is that it was completely overthinking.

Even with replacement magic, I only know basic form replacement and basic material replacement.

The former is to turn a spoon into a fork, or vice versa, the latter is to replace the material of the spoon or fork with a worse material.

The rest cannot be learned at all.

In addition to the complete deterioration replacement of form replacement, it has not been successful until today, and it always fails at the last step.

"Time flies so fast. It will be the Fifth Holy Grail War soon. I almost forgot all the plot." Jian Jian sighed, then smiled easily and shook her head, "Why should I care about this? There is no benefit to participating. ,forget it."

At this moment, the phone at hand suddenly vibrated.

There are three big characters on the caller ID.

Flat Rin.

　I’ll be patient and write a book this time!Please recommend!
　　


(End of this chapter)