This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Beichuan Temple will not take care of the small things like personal privacy.

After all, Shanyuan Yuzi is still lying on the hospital bed.

According to Shen Zhu Maki's description of Yumui disease, that is definitely not a symptom worthy of optimism.

People are almost gone, so what time is there to care about personal privacy?

Beichuan Temple walked into the room and glanced around.

Shanyuan Yuzi's room is indeed very clean, and it can be seen that the servants are cleaning them very carefully, but there is one place that is different.

Beichuan Temple stretched out his hand to stroke the bookshelf, sliding down a layer of ashes easily with his fingertips.

"Mr. Shanyuan."

"This" Sugihara was stunned for a while, then whispered a few words to the middle-aged man behind him.

After a few more seconds, a simple housekeeper with a turban on her head appeared in front of Beichuan Temple and Sugihara.

"Miss Hirano, why is there such a thick layer of dust on Yuzi's bookshelf?"

Sugihara has never been to Shanyuan Yuko's room, so he doesn't know that the bookshelf has not been cleaned.

The middle-aged housekeeper was obviously flustered when she saw the highest-ranking Sugihara in the family. She drew back tentatively, with her round hands folded in front of her, and answered honestly: "Every time I clean Miss Tamiko She always told me not to clean the bookshelf, and said that the books on the bookshelf are arranged in a certain order. If you play around at will, she will easily find the book she wants to read."

"As time goes by, I won't clean Miss Yuzi's bookshelf anymore, I'm afraid I might bump into something valuable."

"That's it." Beichuan Temple thought and turned his head.

This bookshelf really looks like it hasn't been taken care of for a long time.

Is there something hidden on this bookshelf?

"I'm rude, Mr. Shanyuan." Beichuan Temple said hello to Sugihara, and began to take down the books one by one from the top floor.

Read each book carefully, maybe you can find some information that Shanyuan Yuzi once left in these books.

Sugiharaki certainly couldn't watch Beichuanji alone working there. He winked at the middle-aged man next to him, and then the two went over to help.

There are three people to help find, of course, the efficiency is much higher.

After about ten minutes, Beichuan Temple and the others finally found a very special book.

This book was found by Beichuan Temple in an inconspicuous corner of the bookshelf.

And as soon as Beichuan Temple picked it up, he found something wrong with this book.

Its weight is obviously much heavier than other books, and as soon as it was picked up at Beichuan Temple, it was heard clanging and clanging.

Beichuan Temple is very familiar with this sound.

This is the sound of metal knives colliding.

Sugihara and the middle-aged man on the other side also heard the jingle, and their eyes turned.

He put his fingers on the sides of the front and back book covers, and then pressed his wrists to open it.

Can't open?

Beichuan Temple used his hands again.

Accompanied by the sound of ‘tear and pull’ some kind of glue, Beichuan Temple opened the book.

There is something in it.

It was shiny metal knives that were not neatly arranged.

They have different shapes, but only one thing is the same.

The blade and the blade are all soaked with blood spots, and the original bright silver color cannot be seen.

A little girl has an ordinary book and an ordinary room.

In this simple, ordinary and comfortable atmosphere, what is hidden is the cruel and **** twisted heart.

Sugihara couldn't help but stand up.

The spring sun shines on the desk next to him, but he can't feel any warmth from it.

He only felt that the daughter he had been familiar with seemed to have become stranger.

Speaking of which, when did Yuko call his father on the phone?

I can't remember it at all, there is no impression at all.

She just kept looking at herself with a bright smile.

That's it.

It seems that father and dad haven't called for a long time.

That smile remembered now.

Seems a little dazzling

After resetting all the books and putting them away, Beichuan Temple and Sugihara, who had recovered, returned to the study.

Sure enough, he deserves to be a leader of a political party, and his psychological adjustment ability is much stronger than most people.

The two sat down, and after a while, Sugihara said in a heavy tone: "I have never entered Yuko's room before, and this is the first time I know that there are those things hidden in her bookshelf."

The blood on the knife is naturally from Shanyuan Yuzi, which can't go wrong.

Yesterday, Beichuan Temple had confirmed that Yuzi Shanyuan’s arm had marks of self-mutilation such as knife marks.

But in addition to the scars left by the knife marks, there are also on Shanyuan Yuzi's body

Beichuan Temple temporarily stopped thinking and made one last request: "Mr. Shuihara, is Ms. Riko's room still reserved?"

"Riko? Are you talking about my wife?"

Sugihara looked at him for a moment, and then nodded: "It's still there. It's just that Riko's room is not here. Master Beichuan wants to go over and take a look?"

Although I haven't seen the extraordinary ability of Beichuan Temple, from a series of analysis and observations of Beichuan Temple just now, this young man must be different from ordinary people.

"I want to see the situation." Beichuan Temple did not shy away.

"Okay. I'll go there too."

Sugihara nodded without hesitation.

He asked people to prepare the car and sit in with Beichuan Temple. While the driver was driving, he explained the general situation to Beichuan Temple:

"In fact, the place where our family lived was not the same as it is now. At that time, my career was just getting started, and Riko also suffered a lot with me. I often held meetings outside alone, so it was natural that I was left out in the cold. Yuzi and Riko are two of them."

In Japan, as long as there is a political party with a name and a surname, there is a consortium behind it.

After all, the development of political parties will inevitably require financial support.

It can also be seen from here that Sugihara wood is indeed outstanding.

Beichuan Temple didn’t think deeply about what Sugihara had done before. He needed to conceive an impression in his mind.

The young Yuko Shanyuan always stayed with her mother during her childhood.

Compared with the father, the mother's impression in her mind will undoubtedly be much clearer.

If so

Beichuan Temple began to pay attention to the matter of this shirt principle.

Next, Sugihara Wood talked about the days he lived with Shinobi. Seeing his completely relaxed look, Beichuan Temple can also know that the other party missed the life at that time.

If you think about it, it is indeed like that.

Sugihara's life is indeed getting better now, and there seems to be more and more things to lose.

Due to long-term pressure from all parties, Sugihara's physical condition is not as optimistic every day.

There is always a tough expression on his face, at least from the time he met until now, Beichuan Temple has not seen him smile sincerely, sometimes turning his face sideways, it is just a polite smile.

Now, even his daughter seems to be leaving him.

Perhaps this is what people often say about the troubles of the rich?

Use health in exchange for money and status when you are young, and use money and status in exchange for health when you are old. But in fact, this is the most real situation in the current society. Everyone wanted to climb up, but in the process of climbing up, they found that their youth had gone and their physical condition gradually deteriorated. But if you don't go up, there is no sense of happiness at the bottom.

This world is in such contradictions, and the most important thing is that everyone must live by the laws of this contradiction.

This is ridiculous.

Of course, Beichuan Temple doesn’t have to worry about these problems. He is already doing a good job. He can get good remuneration even by his interest. The younger sister at home is a little bit salty, but overall he is still happy. The earth is growing.

This can be regarded as a template for a winner in life.

Beichuan Temple and Sugihara wood came to the place where he lived in the past without a word.

This is a Japanese mansion.

Compared to the modern villa just now, this place is undoubtedly shabby.

The seemingly crumbling door, the threshold with a sense of age, an old tree that is about to wither away.

The mansion was covered with mildew stains, and it seemed that no one had lived in it for a long time.

Beichuan Temple glanced at the compound, then fixed his gaze under the old tree.

A rough wooden sign was stuck there.

There seemed to be words on the wooden sign.

It looked like a small grave pile, which aroused the interest of Beichuan Temple.

You should know that Japan does not have the custom of burying relatives in one's own courtyard.

Most of the family members who died were buried in the spiritual garden in the temple.

He walked over and squatted down and looked at the writing left on the wooden sign.

This handwriting is written with a brush, and it depends on the specific font structure, like

Beichuan Temple subconsciously turned around and greeted: "Mr. Shanyuan, do you have any impression of this grave?"

His calm and indifferent voice suddenly pulled back the Sugihara wood that was immersed in the memories of the year.

Sugihara wood pulled Wu Fu, wiped a teardrop from the corner of his eye, and walked over.

"This is?" Sugihara frowned: "Is there ever a grave here?"

"There are still some handwritings on it. I think the font structure looks like Mr. Shanyuan's handwriting when you were young."

"It's true, but I have no impression at all. No matter how difficult it was then, I couldn't bury my family in this kind of place." Sugihara said with a frown.

His statement coincides with the direction Beichuan Temple is thinking.

Yes, it stands to reason that Sugihara can't simply bury a person in the courtyard, no matter how financially difficult it is.

After all, getting a niche for worship is not a matter of great effort.

The handwriting on the wooden sign was completely blurred due to the age too old, and only an outline can be barely seen, but it is really difficult for Beichuan Temple to see what the outline is.

"Then put this matter aside for the time being." Beichuan Temple was silent for a while, then straightened up again: "Trouble you Mr. Shanyuan, I want to go to Ms. Riko's room to have a look."

"Alright. Master Beichuan is going here."

Sugihara moved his gaze away, and led Kitagawa Temple to the room of Shinoriko.

The two of them walked all the way into the room without taking off their shoes.

It can be seen that no one has taken care of it for a long time, the spider webs are falling everywhere, and the sound of water leaking somewhere can be heard.

"Since we moved out of here, Yuzi and I have never been here again. Because when Lizi's illness was getting worse, Yuzi cried very badly. So I have always avoided mentioning this in front of her. I don’t know if she forgot about the old house."

With a clatter, the door to Shanruko's room was opened by Sugihara.

The entrance is a jet black tatami mat.

The furnishings inside are very simple, with a large and small tungsten light bulb hanging down and a small bookcase at the corner. Next to the small bookshelf, there is also a low desk.

It can be seen that Sugihara's economic situation was really not very good at the time, otherwise it would not be like this.

"Because of Riko's illness, after giving birth to Yuzi, I always sleep with her in a separate room. At that time, she often took Master Beichuan with her?"

Sugihara looked at Beichuan Temple.

Beichuan Temple hasn't spoken since just now, just cast its eyes on a certain place.

What is it that makes Beichuan Temple so concerned?

Sugihara followed Kitagawa Temple's gaze and looked into the dim room.

On the dirty desk, there seemed to be something shiny.

Beichuan Temple walked over without saying a word, then leaned down and picked up the things, then took out the phone and turned on the flashlight function.

Under the brilliance of the mobile phone's flashlight, Sugihara saw what the shiny thing was just now.

That is a small clockwork music box.

The small iron teeth inside the music box have been rusted, and the copper-yellow clockwork is properly inserted on it. The simple appearance looks very old.

"This is" Sugihara's expression changed slightly: "I remember this is Riko's birthday gift to Yuko to commemorate Yuko when she was one or two years old. I remember Yuko forgot to bring it when she moved. After that, I cared about it for a long time, but the kid was always sensible, and he didn't say anything about getting it back."

"So I stayed in Riko's room."

"Um, sorry, can I listen to the sound of the music box for a while?" Beichuan Temple held the clockwork of the music box and looked back at Sugihara.

"Does this make any sense? It's already such an old music box, it should be broken, and it will definitely be noise when it is turned out."

Sugihara didn't quite understand Beichuanji's behavior.

What Sugahara didn't know was that Beichuan Temple once heard some kind of music box melody when he entered the world of Yuko Yuko's heart.

That kind of extraordinarily simple and crisp sound

"I am a little concerned."

Beichuan Temple briefly explained, and then slowly turned the clockwork of the music box.

In fact, such old antique products are more durable than some modern products. After all, things made in that era are basically of good quality.

After all, no one can say that Nokia is not as robust as Apple.

Beichuan Temple slowly let go

Under the turning of the bronze clockwork, an indescribable tone rippled out.