I studied beheading in a mental institution

Under the gray sky, there was a steady drizzle.

The clogs collided with the ground, making a crisp clicking sound, and the three figures walked across the wet bluestone path, holding their own red paper umbrellas, and walked towards the cemetery in the distance.

The appearance of these three people immediately attracted the attention of all the people who came to the cemetery to pay their respects.

They turned their heads to look at the three figures and started discussing in low voices.

In this solemn cemetery full of black suits,

These three people were wearing black-red, blue-gray, and yellow-and-white floral bathrobes, and they walked side by side under red umbrellas. On their backs, there was also the logo of the Black Indus Club, with two white markers written underneath. Line characters:

——Welcome to Black Sycamore Club!

——Starting tomorrow, all drinks will be [-]% off!

The words written in the white marker had faded, and the contact number and the club address below were completely invisible, but even if they saw it and found it, there was only a barren ruin left there.

The Black Indus Club is destined to exist only in the past, because the man who supported the store has left forever.

These three figures walked through the public cemetery, along the path of falling cherry blossoms, and walked inward. It is a private cemetery that has been contracted.

The furnishings and environment of the private cemetery are obviously much better than the outside.

The three stopped at the same time.

In the private cemetery in the distance, one after another figures in black cherry blossom kimonos are surrounding the outer circle of the cemetery, with their heads bowed, as if mourning something.

These are all members of the Fengji family.

In the core area of ​​the private cemetery, in front of the magnificent and solemn tombstone, a white-haired boy and a black-haired girl stood side by side.

The girl was two heads shorter than the boy, and she looked extraordinarily petite. She was wearing a solemn black kimono, her hair was tied up with a cherry blossom hairpin, and her immature and weak face was full of tears.

She was holding an open envelope in her hand, her body was shaking uncontrollably.

"Father..." Yurina pursed her lips, her eyes were red, she squatted down, and gently stroked the cold tombstone, "I haven't let you and your brother live a good life... why did you leave... ..."

Yurina squatted on the ground, weeping uncontrollably.

This cemetery was bought by her with the wealth and status of the Fengji family. Few people in Japan can enjoy this kind of treatment... But at this moment, there is only endless sadness in her heart.

The reason why she became the head of the Wind Festival is to be able to live a life without worrying about food and clothing together with Yuri Kurozhe and Yuuri Takibai. Her father no longer needs to run around for a living, and her younger brother can also be like normal peers. go to school happily...

She has everything now, and she can give her father and younger brother all the life they want.

But now, all this can only be exchanged for a tombstone and a spacious cemetery.

This is not what she wants.

"elder sister……"

Yurina Takishiro looked at Yurina who was curled up into a ball, opened his mouth, and said hoarsely, "I'm sorry, I was useless, I couldn't save father..."

Yurina wiped away her tears and shook her head, her messy temple hair swaying slightly with her movements.

She stood up, looked at the boy who was much taller than her, stood on tiptoe, and stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to touch his head, but at most she could only reach his chin.

Yuuri Takibai was taken aback for a moment, and slowly squatted down.

Yurina's small hands gently stroked Yurina's white hair, and a smile appeared on her tear-stained face:

"It's not Takibai's fault, Takibai, you've done a good job... Dad must be very happy that you can stand here healthy and healthy."

"But..." Yuuri Takishiro wanted to say something else.

"Dad has worked hard for us for many years, and now he is just tired, he just misses his mother." Yurina turned to look at the tombstone, "We can't be so selfish and keep Dad by our side...after all , we've grown up, haven't we?"

Yuuri Takishiro was silent for a long time, then nodded heavily.

"Takibai."

"What's the matter, sister?"

"Father is gone, from now on, my sister will take care of you instead of my father." Yurina looked at him with tears in her eyes, "Don't look at my sister who is so much shorter than you, she is also very powerful~"

Yurina Takibai stared blankly at Yurina's smile, for some reason, an inexplicable warmth surged into his heart...

Perhaps, this is what my father said... family affection.

"Yeah." Yuuri Takishiro smiled slightly, "I believe in my sister."

While the two were talking, the three figures in floral bathrobes had passed through the people of the Fengji family and came to the tombstone.

"Brother Qiye, Brother Yugong, Brother Xiaojin." Yurina was slightly taken aback when she saw them, she immediately wiped off all the tears on her face, stood in front of the tombstone, and bowed respectfully to the three of them, "Have you come to see your father?"

Yurina Takishiro didn't understand etiquette, but he still followed Yurina and bowed.

"Yeah." Haruki Amamiya put away the umbrella and nodded, "Let's see off Uncle Kyosuke as well."

Lin Qiye looked at Yurina worriedly, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Yurina shook her head, "Brother Qiye, don't worry about me, I'm already an adult."

Lin Qiye stared at her for a long time, then hummed.

Xiao Jin squatted down, gently stroking the tombstone with his hands, with deep sadness in his eyes.

Although he is only the soul of the sword of [Mi Tong], he has been with Youli Heizhe for a long time, and Yuli Heizhe has never just regarded him as a sword soul, even in the Black Wutong Club, Yuli Heizhe also Arranged a separate room for him to rest, paid him wages, cooked for him...

In Youli Heizhe's eyes, Xiao Jin is more like a junior.

In many cases, it is not him, the soul of the sword, who is protecting the master of the sword, but Youli Heizhe is protecting him.

So, today, no matter what, he has to act as a "human being" to give Youli Heizhe a final ride...

The three of them paid homage in front of Youli Heizhe's tomb for a long time, and when they left the cemetery, it was getting dark.

Lin Qiye and Yugong Haruki walked side by side on the road.

Xiao Jin has already returned to 【Mi Tong】, held by Lin Qiye.

Before leaving this world, Yuli Heizhe personally placed [Mi Tong] beside Yuli Takibai's bed, but in the letter, Yuli Heizhe specifically instructed that this knife was given to Lin Qiye.

This is the agreement he made with Lin Qiye before.

After a long time, Lin Qiye and Yugong Haruki walked to the door of the clubhouse.

"I should leave." Lin Qiye said slowly.