"I am her father."

The throat was pierced.

Miyata Hirotaka couldn't make a sound, but his eyes seemed to be saying this.

But Beiyuan Nanfeng didn't say anything to this dying man.

He raised his left hand and gently blocked his eyes. Then he held the hilt of the knife with his right hand and slowly pulled it out.

Miyata Hirotaka twitched violently for a few times, and then became quiet forever.

Clang.

far away.

Suddenly a light sound came.

Saito Ichiro stood not far away, looking at Kitahara Nanfeng and Miyata Hirotaka in front of him, with a slightly cloudy eyes, a little sad.

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked back at him, then his eyes slowly moved up, and looked at the timid "cake goddess" floating in the air.

Her work efficiency is quite fast and she is about to solve it.

The phantom is only half of the human body.

And just when Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at the "cake goddess".

"It's rude."

Saito Ichiro also slowed down, and she slowly came to Nanfeng Kitahara and bowed to him.

The north and south winds make way for the position.

Saito Ichiro bowed again, then slowly squatted down, looked at Yui Miyata, and confirmed that she was safe... he turned his head and looked at Hirotaka Miyata who had been slumped on the chair and closed his eyes forever.

Silenced for a long time.

"Actually he wasn't like this before."

Saito Ichiro squatted in front of Hirotaka Miyata, gently spread Miyata Hirotaka's fist clenched tightly because of the pain, and whispered.

“…”

Beiyuan Nanfeng originally wanted to say that he was not interested, but looked at the old man's back.

Beiyuan Nanfeng thought about it and finally didn't say anything.

"When I was young, he was a gentle, plain and open-minded person with almost no negative emotions and was deeply loved by his elders. On the contrary, I was obsessed with martial arts and caused trouble everywhere. In the end, I was in the extreme for a year and went in to jail for two years."

"Thinking about it now, I was really stupid at that time, and Guangxiao, who came to pick me up and released from prison, said the same thing. At that time, he had already sold his canned food to every corner of Kanto. He was so energetic. Compared with him, the gap was like a natural barrier."

Saito Ichiro's back was a little desolate, and he asked and replied: "Yes, it's impossible to compare. He will get better and better, and will become the person I always need to look up to. I always feel this way until... he met his wife."

"Actually, the two were really loving at the beginning. They could be said to be a model couple. On the day Yui was born, the two even discussed in the delivery room that they wanted more children. In those years, Guangxiao gave almost all his thoughts and time to the mother and daughter."

Ichiro Saito's tone was filled with a hint of recollection, but recollection quickly turned into bitterness.

"But after an acute illness, everything changed. I can't understand why people can change so much. When I learned that I had lived for a few years, I happened to know that my wife was not a human being. Suspicion appeared... He was no longer gentle, no longer plain and open-minded, he became suspicious, lonely, and difficult to communicate."

"The long-standing suspicion finally broke out when Guangxiao found out that he could not stand up one day. The conflicts, resentment, and dissatisfaction that had been accumulated for a long time all turned into malicious intentions and malice.

The final result was that when the wife left, Hiroko became like this ghost. While she became weaker, all her previous love for the wife turned into hatred. He became a bastard who cherished her life. The people from the Fujiwara family just told him verbally that he could live, so he sold the daughter whom the woman gave birth to in his eyes without hesitation.

He said in person... He wanted to survive, but he was not wrong, it was all the wife's fault."

"Mr. Kitahara."

Saito Ichiro looked at Miyata Hirotaka with his back to Kitahara Nanfeng: "I watched him grow up and stayed with him for about 30 years. He has been doing well all the time. What do you think? Why did he become like this?"

“…No reason.”

Kitahara Nanfeng glanced at Masao Konomiya on the side and said, "Although this person is a bit idiot, there is one thing he said is right. Every choice can bring a different life. To the left or to the right, it is often just a matter of thought. Is it a problem with Yui Miyata's mother and why her father became like this?"

"Suspect, resentment, dissatisfaction, malice, estrangement, prejudice. I have been nailed to this wheelchair just now."

"You can find a place to burn it and forget about it."

"Miyata Yui doesn't have to bear sin, nor do you."

Kitahara Nanfeng slowly picked up Miyata Yui on the ground, glanced at her pretty face, and then said, "Anyway, I killed the person."

After saying that.

He turned around suddenly and walked slowly towards the exit.

Saito Ichiro looked at Hirotaka Miyata who was slumped in a wheelchair, and after a while, he gently patted his knee.

Then, he slowly stood up and turned around and bowed deeply to the tall back that was gradually moving away.

...

The evening breeze is gentle.

The night and the sunset shine together.

Everything on the ground was shrouded in a blurred rose color.

Yui Miyata felt that she had a very long nightmare.

At the end of a nightmare.

A small door shining with light appeared.

She waved her hands with some excitement and jumped into the door.

Then.

She woke up.

Bang.

Lie on the floor, covered with a thin quilt on his belly, and his head resting on Kitahara Nanfeng's thigh was a carp, and his head hit the chin of Kitahara Nanfeng.

"It hurts so much...what are you doing?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng covered his chin and felt helpless.

Yui Miyata also covered her forehead, but her head was quite iron and she quickly calmed down. Kaziran blinked her big eyes and looked at Nanfeng Kitahara's face.

"What are you doing? Haven't woken up yet?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng noticed that she was staring at her motionlessly, so he reached out and rubbed her smooth forehead, raised his other hand and stretched out a finger: "I'll ask you, what is this?"

Miyata Yui's gaze slowly moved downward and looked at Kitahara Nanfeng's finger.

Then lightly open the red lips.

“1.”

Her voice was soft and pleasant, which suited her appearance.

"Wow."

Beiyuan Nanfeng smiled. Although he had heard it once underground, he still felt a little surprised.

Yui Miyata seemed surprised herself, and she looked down, as if she wanted to observe her throat.

Of course, you can't see it in your throat.

In the end, she could only see her upright and proud development.

However, she quickly accepted the fact that she could speak.

She looked at Beiyuan Nanfeng again, opened her mouth, and spoke a little awkwardly: "Nanfeng."

"Yes." Beiyuan Nanfeng nodded, feeling pretty good.

"Nanfeng." Yui Miyata called him again.

"Um."

"South wind, south wind, south wind..."

She began to repeat the name of Beiyuan Nanfeng.
Chapter completed!