Lin Qiye walked to Amamiya Haruki, looked at him carefully, and after confirming that there were no fatal wounds on his body, sat down next to him.
"How about it?"
"It consumes a bit of life, it's nothing serious."
Amamiya Haruki raised his head, looked at the backs of Yurina and Uncle Kyosuke who were walking together in the distance, and slowly said:
"What about you? Why did you come back with him?"
"We killed an oracle, but he blew himself up in the end. Uncle Kyousuke saved me."
"Have you asked him what happened?"
"We asked, and it's pretty much what we thought."
Amamiya Haruki, Lin Qiye, and Shen Qingzhu sat side by side in the corner. The first two were talking about the game set by Yuri Heizhe, but Shen Qingzhu couldn't understand what they were talking about, and just took out a root from his arms. The cigarette was lit and a long puff of smoke was exhaled.
Yurina and Uncle Kyousuke were walking side by side on the drizzling street. Yurina looked down at her toes and remained silent.
Uncle Kyousuke wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start. After all, he owed Yurina so much that he could even guess what kind of image he had in Yurina's mind.
After struggling for a long time, Uncle Kyousuke finally opened his mouth. No matter what the outcome was, no matter whether he could get Yurina's forgiveness or not, he hoped to explain it clearly to her.
Before he could say anything, Yurina, who had kept her head down, suddenly spoke:
"Dad, you must have worked hard all these years, right?"
Uncle Kyousuke's body trembled.
Yurina took two steps forward and found that Uncle Kyosuke had not followed. She turned back slightly. After hesitating for a moment, she spoke in a low voice:
"I'm sorry, Dad
I always thought that you were a scumbag who abandoned his wife and children, just like the ones on TV. You drink, smoke and gamble all day long. You owe a lot of debt outside. If you have another woman, you will take me away. I completely forgot about Yokohama with my mother.”
Uncle Kyosuke was stunned for a long time, "What now?"
"I don't think so now." Yurina shook her head, her scattered hair messy in the wind, "Although we haven't been together for a long time, the Uncle Kyosuke I know is a responsible, kind, and gentle man. If you are a father, you must be the best dad in the world.
Although I don’t know what you went through to become a fugitive and stay away from my mother and me, I believe you must have your own reasons."
Uncle Kyousuke looked at Yurina with a complicated look. He had fantasized about this day countless times, but he thought that today's conversation was destined to be an angry questioning. In the worst case, Yurina might even break up with him directly. Father-son relationship.
But what he didn't expect was that Yurina would forgive him so easily, and even take the initiative to apologize. Even though she didn't even know what happened, she was simply willing to believe him.
She is too understanding, or she is too smart.
So smart it hurts.
"Do you want to know how all this happened?" Uncle Kyousuke suppressed the sadness in his heart and asked with a smile on his lips.
"I think so." Yurina paused, "But before that, I have a question."
"what is the problem?"
"If I remember correctly, Dad, I should not have been five years old when you left home, right?" Yurina looked into Uncle Kyousuke's eyes, "Then, how did you know that I came to Osaka? You shouldn't have It’s only right to know what I will be like when I grow up.”
The corners of Uncle Kyousuke's mouth raised slightly, "No, I know."
Seeing the confusion in Yurina's eyes, Uncle Kyousuke smiled. He solemnly took out a few photos from his arms and handed them to Yurina.
Yurina took the photos and turned them over one by one, the doubt in her eyes getting stronger.
These are photos taken on her birthday every year. In the photos, she is wearing a birthday hat and a bright little skirt, standing in front of a big cake, making a wish with her hands together, and then blowing out the candles.
Seven years old, eight years old, nine years old and twelve years old.
Photos from every year are here.
"Did mom send these to you?" The doubt in Yurina's eyes became even stronger. She seemed to have thought of something and shook her head, "It's impossible for mom to die when I was nine years old. What's next on my birthday?" Grandma He spent time with me, she doesn’t even know how to use a camera.”
"No, I took these pictures."
"Did you take the photo?" Yurina was stunned, "But you never came back for my birthday."
"Just because you didn't see me doesn't mean I'm not here." Uncle Kyousuke put his hand on Mi Tong's knife handle, a smile appeared on his face, and he said with some pride: "Little Youli, every birthday of yours, daddy No absence”
Yurina held these photos in her hand, her eyes turning red again, "Well, since you're here, why don't you see me?"
"I'm afraid that I won't be able to leave after seeing you." Uncle Kyousuke said helplessly, "Few fathers can be so hard-hearted in front of their daughter's tears and pleas. But if I don't leave, I will only bring trouble to you." Come to danger."
Yurina's lips pursed, tears welling up in her eyes. She gritted her teeth, quickly ran to Uncle Kyosuke, and rushed into his arms.
Uncle Kyousuke hugged her gently, his eyes full of love.
"Then will you leave me again?" After a long time, Yurina looked up at Uncle Kyousuke, tears welling up in her red eyes, "Dad, please don't leave, okay?"
Uncle Kyousuke looked into her eyes silently for an unknown amount of time, then smiled and nodded.
"good"
Hearing these words, a smile finally appeared on Yurina's face. She buried her head in Uncle Kyousuke's arms and wiped her tears on his sequined suit, laughing as she did so.
"Dad, your current appearance is fake, right? I want to see your original appearance." Yurina seemed to have thought of something.
Uncle Kyousuke's expression was a little tangled, "Xiao Yuri, dad's face was injured and it would scare you."
"I don't care." Yurina said stubbornly, "I won't dislike my father's appearance!"
Under Yurina's persistent pursuit, Uncle Kyosuke sighed helplessly. He reached out his hand to the handle of the Mitong knife at his waist and touched it lightly.
"Oh well"
A psychedelic light flashed, and Uncle Kyousuke's appearance gradually changed, turning into a strange face.
It was the face of a middle-aged man. Compared with Uncle Kyousuke's appearance, he was younger and more symmetrical. It was a standard golden ratio face, with handsome features and a pair of beautiful eyes full of the depth of a mature man. and Xuanran, but in terms of facial features, he even looks a bit more refined than Lin Qiye!
However, on his forehead and left cheek, three ferocious blood marks seemed to be burned into the flesh, completely destroying this face, turning him from a handsome man who could steal the hearts of thousands of women to a fierce one. The terrifying appearance of the villain, even if you just walk in and take a look, you will be frightened and you will be unable to look directly.
In Uncle Kyosuke's arms, Yurina raised her head and looked at this face for a long time, and a bright smile appeared on her face:
"What, dad, you are obviously very handsome, okay? And you are even prettier than Brother Qiye!"