[Net King + Black Basket] Seijuro, your mother calls you to go home for dinner!

Seijuro, who was awakened by the dream in vain, tossed and turned on the bed, his back was soaked/drenched in cold sweat, he recalled the illusory conversation with his father in his mind, and it felt very real.

He turned on the desk lamp and glanced up at the clock that pointed to 03:30, the weakest part of the human day.

Seijuro, who took off the mask, felt that he had become weak, and his heart was so fragile that it would shatter at the touch.Emotions are like a balance swinging left and right. At one moment, the heart is ashamed, and at the same time it is full of hope.

Physical pain is forgotten once it has passed, but mental trauma lasts a lifetime.He who was hypocritical, arrogant, and indifferent, would be beaten back to his original shape every time his mother was involved. No matter how many years had passed, the pain was still vivid.

Seijuro lay on the bed for a while longer, the transition period before falling into a deep sleep was an ordeal.He simply got out of bed and found a coat to put on.Like a walking corpse, he moved his steps mechanically, and the distance of each step seemed to be calculated precisely.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but he didn't seem to be smiling at all.A reckless and absurd plan took shape in his mind, a plan that even his father, who knew people's hearts, could not guess.

He loathes his weak self - so he decides to find out his parents' hidden secrets with his own hands.

……

This is called gambling.

On the way to the mourning hall of the Akashi family, Seijuro couldn't help sighing.He admits that he is a paranoid who will force himself to do it if he has a plan.But he would never tell anyone about this extremely stupid approach.

Yes, he decided - digging a grave (big mistake).

The most important thing in my family is wealth and land. The Akashi family built a mourning hall in the great-great-grandfather's generation. In a secluded corner 15 minutes away from the main house, the east of the mourning hall is leaning against a forest.

There are gloomy clouds floating in the night sky, and the mist covers the scene like a gray veil, but there is no second color.He looked at this small building by the moonlight before dawn, and he really felt a little weird.

The last time he came here was a few years ago. During that time, he had to sit in front of his mother's coffin every night. To put it mildly, he was dressed in sackcloth and mourning. In fact, he only stared at the black and white photos in a daze.

He took some tools from the nearby warehouse, and the heavy reality in his hands made him realize that he was an out-and-out lunatic.Still can't believe I actually did it.Even if it was futile, he still wanted to confirm it in his own way.

"Digging a grave" is not difficult, nor is it really exaggerated to lift a shovel to dig three feet into the ground.The cremated body is kept in a small box in the form of ashes, and only the outer glass cover needs to be removed.Otherwise, Seijuro would really not be sure to dig a two-meter-long coffin with his own hands. This is an act of disrespect in the first place.

Fortunately, Seijuro is a firm atheist, not to mention he firmly believes that his mother will forgive him.

There were three lighted candles in the room for lighting. Seijuro walked to the corner of the mourning hall—that is, in front of Xunli's coffin, and found the box where the ashes were placed without much effort.Gently unscrew the screws at the four corners with pliers, and carefully remove the glass cover. The whole process only takes 3 minutes.

The carved marble urn was heavier than he had imagined.Seijuro's heart skipped a beat, he couldn't hold back his emotions, but he was also afraid that the hope that had been born earlier would fade away and find a trace.I am afraid that I will experience the pain of falling into the canyon from a high altitude again.

He knew very well that this glance might change the trajectory of his future life.

With uncontrollable hands, he moved the lid of the small box inch by inch.His heartbeat was fast, and his breathing rate could hardly keep up with the chaotic rhythm.He regretted it, and just wanted to quickly close the lid and put it back in place, as if nothing happened.

Too bad it's too late——

"!?"

Seijuro's pupils narrowed sharply, surprised, staring almost blankly at the things in the box.

The box was clean, where did the ashes come from?

There is only a small note folded in half inside, the box is well sealed, and the note is still brand new white.

This sudden accident made him suspect that he was still in a dream, or that the person who arranged the mourning hall made a big mess, or that it was just a decoration, and the real remains were kept elsewhere?

The futile sense of powerlessness made him dumbfounded, but driven by curiosity, he twisted up the note and carefully read the writing on it by the dim candlelight——

That's right, it's my mother's handwriting.Only she has always retained the habit of substituting English for Japanese.

A few words made Seijuro even more astonished, the originally delicate English handwriting seemed to him shocking and ferocious.

"Your mother loves you very much, but she can't say it.

You have to remember that you are the greatest happiness in her life.

The child and the mother are existences that can never be separated.

Will definitely see you again in the future. "

Seijuro couldn't help saying it softly, mustering up all his courage.He held the small note in his palm, as if it was the corner of his mother's clothes, as long as he grasped it, it would not disappear.

He focused all his eyes on the last sentence——

"See you again..."

He couldn't help being stunned, could it be true that as Yashi said, the mother is not dead, and the real identity of the black-haired woman is Xunli?

……

Seijuro spent the rest of the night here.He sat by the half-open paper door, tilted his head and closed his eyes to rest, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

The second day turned out to be a fine day, the first rays of sunlight pierced through the morning mist, as weak as a gossamer.After a while, half of the goose egg yolk was exposed in the sky, and the light became more and more dazzling.

But Seijuro no longer had the heart to appreciate such a beautiful sunrise, it was cloudy—he could describe his current situation with words that did not appear in this dictionary.He wanted to escape back into the deep, quiet darkness, to calm down a bit.

The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he was, and he failed to recognize the black-haired woman as his mother at first sight. Her demeanor in gestures cannot be imitated by others, and her love of desserts is no coincidence.

But he not only treats her as Masashi's secret lover, but also provokes her with hurtful sentences.

Seijuro couldn't help clenching his fists tightly, his teeth biting his lower lip so hard that he was about to bleed.

**

"You mean...he found out?"

Xunli asked Masashi in a voiceless voice, but the other party's expression had already given her the answer.

"I revealed some information, but I didn't expect him to be very sensitive." Masashi naturally didn't know about the child's going to the mourning hall, but he could see heresy from his contacts in the next few days.Early the next morning, Seijuro left the main house without saying a word, not even mentioning the woman.

"I don't want to talk to you right now." Xun Li covered his face and made a gesture of refusal with the other hand.Although she also guessed that the note was left by Seijuro, and felt relieved that he defended her, she still felt that something was wrong.

She seems too passive.

Seijuro must still be complaining about why he didn't go to him. Everyone around him knew that he had returned, but he was the only one who was still in the dark.

Since Masashi, the beast, stabbed her out, there's no need for her to hide anymore. Let's find a good day to meet Seijuro after adjusting her mood.

Before that -

Xunli received the news from Vulcan, and Seirin shined in the WinterCup not long after the start, making it to 1/8 all the way. It is said that the opponents he met before were all rich and powerful.In order to show off the achievements of himself and his partners, Vulcan threw her a ticket and threatened her to watch the game.

"Hey... rich, self-willed." She stared blankly at the ticket for a while, and then started the car and rushed to the venue.

Their original agreement was to go to the semi-finals, maybe it was predestined - Seirin's next match against Yang Quan was a monster level beyond the wealthy level, the exaggeration was not the team, but the team members.

Vulcan told the news about Himuro in the Yangquan basketball club in a tone of eating sour cucumbers. His former partners and brothers have become rivals on the field, even if he has the idea of ​​competing with Himuro in strength, Vulcan Still feel a little heartbroken.

It's not the first time that Xunli YY and their entangled brotherhood are deep. Since Vulcan knows how to use basketball to speak, the discord between them should be resolved on the court.

She is purely just to watch JQ...

There is still some distance to the venue, and the traffic situation on holidays is even more worrying than usual. It has been congested in the urban area for a while, and the cars are slowly moving forward bit by bit.Xun Li tapped on the keyboard impatiently, and set his eyes on the wide road that was not well-ventilated——

"Eh?"

She seemed to see the boy running with a ball bag on his back.

Although the boy lowered his peaked cap, and his face was covered by fine dark green hair, Xun Li would never admit it wrong—she had seen him at a stadium on the streets of New York, and his name...well, it seems to be Echizen Ryoma ?

Seeing that Echizen was about to pass by the car, Xunli unconsciously pulled down the window and waved a hand out of the window——

"Hey, want me to give you a ride?"

As soon as she said that, she regretted it. Leaving aside that she would be regarded as a human trafficking trafficker by the teenager, she almost missed the opening of the basketball game herself!

Echizen gasped/breathed, stopped after hearing someone's call, stared at her for a while with puzzled eyes, "Who are you?"

His unceremonious question made Xunli very hurt, "We met in New York, boy, you have such a bad memory at such a young age."

Echizen looked at her unscrupulously, and his blank expression showed that he really had no impression of her.But considering the urgency of the situation, he obediently got into her car.

"Well, just treat me as a good person passing by... Where are you going, young man?"

"Ming Arena."

"...Going to play a game?" Xun Li was stunned, and heard from Mai that high-level domestic open matches were held there, and even the ATP World Tour was held there.But Echizen looked like he was no more than a high school student.

She glanced at the electronic clock again, and the match between Vulcan and Himuro would start in 15 minutes, but she was embarrassed to let him go halfway, and asked several questions in succession before getting Echigi's sentence, "Today there is a match against Hyodi. "

Xun Li was stunned for a few seconds before realizing it, and whispered to himself, "Jing Wu is from the Bingdi Tennis Club..."

"Kinggo Atobe? You mean the King of Monkey Mountain." He frowned unconsciously, wondering how she knew that daffodil who seemed to be from a very good family.

"……puff!"

Hearing this unknown name for the first time, Xun Li suppressed a smile, and could almost imagine the picture of his little nephew blowing his hair.

"Japan is such a small place." What a coincidence.

If I knew it earlier, I shouldn't have sent Echigo ahead. Wouldn't it be in Jingwu's interest to let him miss the game?She thought a little darkly.However, young people in Japan/Japan are so motivated that they even hold a large-scale tennis and basketball tournament on the same day.

Xunli put Echizen at the door, he lowered the brim of his hat habitually, said "Thank you" awkwardly, and then ran away.She couldn't help laughing, and drove to the basketball game at a high speed. Fortunately, the two gymnasiums were not far from each other.

Since it was already late, she didn't mind being late, so she wandered around the gymnasium for a long time without haste, and only after asking three people did she find Court B where they were.

"Ah, that's too bad..." Then she remembered that Vulcan had asked her to be there before the game started, but she didn't show up until the third quarter of the game.

Recalling Vulcan's loud voice, Xunli only felt a dull pain in his head.I conceived the last few excuses in my mind, and thought with peace of mind that a simple child like Vulcan would definitely accept it.

The noise in the field has not stopped since the start of the game, and the cheerleaders of both sides played rhythm and slogans in an organized manner.Xun Li, who hadn't been to the game in person for a long time, felt the blood in his whole body be agitated.

"The former brother actually stood on the opposite side..." But despite being excited, he still felt gloomy.I personally cut off the friendship because of personal emotions, and I am afraid that Himuro will regret it.

Xun Li pouted, it would be useless for this guy to try to save him!

The author has something to say: The inspiration for digging the grave comes from the novel "Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close" I read not long ago. The child in it is very similar to Seijuro who just lost his mother. He is an arrogant father with a twisted heart←←

But this chapter is not really digging graves (in fact, it is not necessary)

==+ It's been a long time since I wrote such a bloody plot... Alas, the red team is hard for you.

I really don't want to describe the battle situation OTZ abuses the heart and the body... If there is anything that does not match the plot, just ignore it.