The dilapidated house is located at the corner of the street. The small houses are almost all made of iron plates and wood. Perhaps because they are close to the seaside, the iron plates are full of rust, even brown rust.

It’s hard not to wonder if it will fall off if you touch it lightly.

This is the place where Futaba Makoto and Nagasaka Sachiko arrived after an hour's drive.

Obviously Futaba Makoto didn't know where this was, but at the same time it wasn't a very important thing.

"This is where your grandma lived before she died?" Futaba Cheng asked.

"Well, yes." Nagasaka Sachiko took out a key and opened the door to the yard.

Because no one was taking care of it, the already small courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and even submerged the stone pavement. Futaba Cheng could feel the rustling sound of the grass rubbing against his trouser legs every time he took a step forward.

"No one has taken care of this place for a long time, right?"

"Yes, since grandma passed away, we rarely come back here." Nagasaka Sachiko explained.

After opening the door, Futaba Makoto and the others walked in.

Most of the things inside had been evacuated, and the tatami was covered with dust and turned yellowish brown. The air at this time was filled with an old smell.

"Ahem." Perhaps it was because of the heavy dust inside that Futaba Cheng couldn't help coughing.

"Are you okay, Futaba-san.'

"Ah, it's okay." Futaba Cheng shook his head, and then asked, "Everything here seems to be empty, why did you bring me here?'

Nagasaka Sachiko clasped her hands behind her back and stood on tiptoes: "Well...it was indeed emptied, but there is one place that has been well preserved.'

"Where?"

"Follow me."

Following the girl, Futaba Makoto and Nagasaka Sachiko came to a room on the second floor and stopped.

Futaba Makoto glanced at Nagasaka Sachiko first, then stretched out his hand to open the door -

What comes into view is a window, and outside the window, there is a seaside scenery. The sun shines on the sea, and the waves are sparkling.

"The scenery is so beautiful." Futaba Cheng said.

"Yes.

Futaba Cheng withdrew his attention, and then moved his eyes to rest on the wooden bookcase beside him.

"This is.

Futaba Makoto saw the familiar envelope inside through the glass. After he reached out and opened it, he noticed that the bookcase was actually filled with envelopes.

They are all sorted and placed inside, row after row. A rough estimate cannot even estimate the exact number.

"Could it be that all these letters were written by your grandma?" Futaba Cheng couldn't believe it.

"Well, there are thousands of letters.

"And there is still no letter sent." Futaba Cheng picked up one and asked, "Can I see it?" "Okay.

Futaba Cheng opened it, and the familiar font appeared before his eyes.

[Greetings from a long time ago, Futaba]

[Unfortunately, I still haven't mustered up the courage to deliver this letter to you, even if I put stamps on every letter] [In the years since I was separated from you, I finally understand that you are free]

[It doesn’t belong to me, nor to them]

[A swordsman as dashing as the wind]

[I can’t even catch it]

[If I could be as free and easy as you, maybe the result would be different?]

[Tomoko]

[2000.12.11]

Futaba Makoto opened another letter, and the words and sentences in each letter contained the deep emotions of its owner, which also made him feel mixed.

Grandpa, how many women has he let down?

He can make a woman love him so deeply.

"Speaking of which, Nagasaka-san." Futaba Makoto turned his head.

"What?"

"Does your grandpa have no objection to your grandma writing this way?" Futaba Cheng asked.

Nagasaka Sachiko shook her head, "My father is a child adopted by my grandmother, so

Hearing this, Futaba Cheng's lips moved, but in the end he didn't say anything.

He slowly packed away the envelopes, and then continued to observe the room. In addition to envelopes, there were actually things like photo albums.

Opening the photo album, there are old photos inside, reflecting the figure of an old woman."

He was an old man with a dignified appearance. Although he was wearing simple clothes, his temperament did not look like that of an ordinary person.

"That's your grandma?'

"Well, she's a coward."

"Is it really okay to say this about your grandma?"

Nagasaka Yukiko smiled faintly: "That's what my grandma often said about me. She is too timid to send letters and too timid to see the people she misses."

"But she raised my father alone. No matter how tiring life was, she did not escape, but she was emotionally afraid to move forward."

"Even before leaving, when I was unconscious, the name Futaba was still murmuring in my mouth."

Nagasaka Yukiko shook his head: "That's why I chose to send this letter. At the very least, I want your grandpa to know my grandma's feelings.

"Whether he cares or not.'

"My grandfather has passed away." Futaba Cheng said.

"So that's it." Nagasaka Sachiko didn't have much surprise on her face, she just hummed softly.

Perhaps, this matter is no longer important.

Futaba Cheng seemed to be able to see a woman missing the one she loved and taking the time to write a letter for him every few days. Maybe she wandered back and forth in front of the mailbox countless times, but in the end she still didn't have the courage to put the letter in.

The letters accumulated more and more, but the feelings were not wiped out.

This rich emotion is moving.

Futaba Cheng sighed.

"Why are you sighing?" Nagasaka Yukiko asked.

"It's okay, I just think my grandpa seems to have gone too far." Futaba Cheng smiled, "I'm still thinking that I should just apologize.

"I don't know what happened to my grandma before she chose to escape." Nagasaka Yukiko shook her head, "But we, the descendants, do not need to be responsible for what happened between them, or even who should be blamed."

Too.

Futaba Cheng stood up.

He said: "I remember that you seemed to be going to Xiaojuanxiong to pay homage to your grandma?"

"Well, I did go to pay homage to grandma.'

"So." Futaba Cheng thought for a moment, the cemetery in Kowakuma Town

Um

Probably not

"Isn't it possible?"

Xiaowanxiong Town, Xiaowanxiong Cemetery.

Futaba Cheng looked at the monument in front of him and was slightly surprised: "It's actually here."

On the epitaph, the ring name, common name and age are clearly engraved.

[Nagasaka Tomoko]

The name of Sachiko Nagasaka’s grandmother.

And right next to it is

"It's unbelievable." Sachiko Nagasaka, who was standing in front of another tombstone, also said with a look of shock, "Your grandfather was also buried here.

Futaba Makoto's grandfather and Nagasaka Sachiko's grandmother were buried in the same place by coincidence!

"I can only say... it's some kind of coincidence." Futaba Cheng noticed that the time of his grandfather's death was actually within a few days of Nagasaka Sachiko's grandmother.

Came to the monument of my grandfather.

Futaba Cheng bent down and pressed a letter under the stone.

"Grandpa, please read this letter that is 20 years late, accompanied by Grandma Tomoko."
Chapter completed!