[Three Days, One Issue] Little Date's Flower

It rained continuously.

After the two left, I sat in the empty studio for a long time.

The frequent work reports in recent days made Sanriyue-jun rarely have time to come to the studio again. The tea set was dusty, and the smell of the tea leaves also faded, but the strong smell of the paint became more bitter.

I quietly recalled Mr. Yiqi’s pain. For some reason, the degree he described was not as strong as he expressed.Even so, it still made me sad and speechless.

Preserving the honor that his father hoped for—meaning that the honor that he would rather be guilty of guarding was not only given by the family, but also what his father hoped for.

Why do you say that?

After calming down and thinking again, reading the words of that gentleman silently over and over again, I realized that he must have hidden something more serious.

But at this time, I couldn't think anymore.My sole interest in probing the matter was lost by the idea that the officer would end it all.

Anyway, that's who I am, a bad kid who throws toys away when he loses interest, isn't he?

The only thing that worries me is the flower.Walking up the steep slope, the rain became more and more violent.The emerald green gourd leaves are swaying in the wind, and the buds are not open, so they are stronger than at night.

Standing in front of the "Kinoshita Hiyoshi" signboard that was clearly exposed by the vines blown away by the wind, I didn't know whether to go in, but just stood there holding an umbrella.

At this time, Amin's sad cry came from the house.

For some reason, my feet started to move regardless of my consciousness, as if they had a life of their own.The hand pushed open the door on its own, and the eyes took everything into the mind.

The three people in the room did not look back at me. Under the gaze of four pairs of eyes, the flower that I had guarded for nearly a month withered.It was decayed leaves, rotten branches, pure white flowers that left with a smile, lying in the dark brown warm soil, and turned their heads towards Mr. Yiqi as if their long-cherished wish had been fulfilled.

I saw the book spread out on the table.It is a picture book that hopes to tell the truth, but is still as white as ever.

Looking at it now, it is already full of words.

"My Son Phase I:

When I finally remembered, I had to talk about it.

On that day, the so-called lateness and glory were not spoken to you, but to see the young old man.

This life, like dewdrops, like duckweed, along the way, that Zhu Zi only thought about fame and fame, but in the end he ruined his future because of impulsiveness.

Ridiculous!

Such a useless person, lost and hurt, will regret it.

Boy, don't learn from him, don't get used to him.It's just right to kill yourself, and it doesn't matter if you send it to subdue the law.

The punishment will come late, but it will never stop.

The old man's crime is unforgivable. If he is burned away, the family's reputation will be preserved.

You are the only one around.Wouldn't it be nice to be buried in the earth, not to keep the name and be buried in the sea of ​​fire, but also to leave wealth for future generations?

Thinking about it like this turned into violent words, hurting the parents and children, and the old man was ashamed to be a father.

(The next few lines of writing are messy and can't be read clearly. But I think, this must be what he said to Mr. Yiqi before his death, I hope you are happy or something like that)

In the first issue, do you know why this old man loves cherry blossoms?

Safflower will give people the courage to break through despair.The shallow safflower will give people the courage to face the original heart.

One issue, but you also remember this for the old man.

——The withering that is admired is Haruzakura. "

Everything finally became clear.

On the night when the cherry blossoms withered, due to too many reasons, Master Fujiwara chose to end his life and set a fire in the house himself.The fire was burning, he was sitting in the porch, he was so disappointed that he didn't want to escape even though his life was close at hand.

But at this time, the teenager who was busy with the opening ceremony finally arrived late.

The mansion in Tsunoshima was filled with smoke.Intense hatred, regret, and countless emotions are intertwined in the old man's heart. He is undoubtedly happy because of revenge, but he is also painful because of killing.

If everything stays in the fire, then these emotions will be like the wreckage of the tragedy in the night, disappearing forever in the world, accompanying him to heaven, or falling to hell with his crime.

However, when dying, people always instinctively want to escape.

But it so happened that when he wanted to escape, the door leading to the way of life was opened.

- It's so slow.

- so slow!

——Why not before all the tragedies happen, but after the old man has already fallen, and the 800 million gods finally open their eyes?

Those nonsense words spoken when the consciousness was blurred must be the answer between Mr. Fujiwara, who is full of self-blame, and Mr. Fujiwara, who is eager for life.

As a result, Mr. Yiqi was deeply hurt.

"...I'm going out to get some air."

There was a soft pat on the back from inside the room.Sitting with Amin under the leaky eaves, I couldn't hear the crying, but felt the heart-piercing wailing echoing in my ears.

Yeah, how can you not cry?

It is conceivable that on the night when the flames were lit, he acted in such a panic to rescue his adoptive father from the flames, and he listened to his story with such a frightened state of mind.

Master Fujiwara's hatred and anger rushed to the young man who was a step late at the peak, so he suffered pain that he shouldn't have suffered, and this pain overwhelmed his reason and made him regret for life.

It is also conceivable that on that night when the fire was burning, he stood on the top of the calabash slope in a kind of conflicted struggle, watched the fire go out, resisted the urge to ask for help to put out the fire, and finally did not say a word.

From the moment he chose to rescue Mr. Fujiwara, he had already made up his mind to send him to the police station with his own hands, but when five unexpected corpses were found the next day, he woke up from his trance , It turns out that I have become an accomplice to my father's sin.And he himself killed a person.

But can it all be blamed on him?

A self-awareness surrender, but hesitant due to the evil thoughts raised by the painter.

So blame the painter?Or blame the lurking reporter?

No, no!

No one can blame, so you must bear the pain yourself.It was my own lateness, my own selfish desires, and my own silence that made that young life die suddenly.

There is no blame, so his heart is overflowing with self-blame.

This is not simply the father's fault, but also his.

It was he who made his father's original self-defense behavior bear a pure evil debt.

——In that case, at least one more day would be fine before the police arrived. He wanted to repay the shadow caused by that human life and fulfill his responsibilities as a son of man.

And such a simple state of mind becomes a shackle in a little bit of procrastinating greed. The longer the time, the stronger the shackle.

In the end, it becomes an inescapable net.

"call……"

I looked towards the sky, it was gray.

Perhaps, seeing this, the police officer who wanted to cut off the chain would replace the interrogation with silent companionship, and use his authority to set up this Internet cafe.

I am also a pawn in the grid, ripening the flowers of truth with my own hands, and then holding a grand funeral for him, buried on the hillside where the flowers are blooming.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

The rain gradually stopped.

Then, what happened later?

After that, Mr. Yiqi withdrew from school, and he didn't know where he went.

Some people say that he and Mikazuki-kun went to Mrs. Fujiwara's residence in Kyoto, and some people say that he was favored by a master in Vienna and now lives in France.

No one knows what happened in Hulupo that summer, except me.

And I think he must have surrendered himself.

The dazzling white sunset flowers, in the early morning when the two left, seemed to send them away, and withered one by one from the top of the slope.

I went to look again the next day, and there were many gourds where the flowers had grown, and there was no shadow of Xiyan.