Uncle Kyousuke took his hand away from his eyes, and a stream of blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth again.
He looked at the two departing figures outside the window for a moment, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and returned his gaze to the face of the young man lying on the bed.
His eyes gradually softened.
Under the dark sky, the city outside the window was dead silent. Only the roaring thunder echoed in the distance, and the dazzling blue light surged in the center of the city, illuminating a corner of the dim room from time to time.
Uncle Kyousuke was sitting beside the snow-white bed. The flashing lightning outside the window projected his back on the wall, like a majestic and tall giant, quietly waiting beside the white-haired boy.
After a long time, he slowly stood up and moved towards the desk beside him.
He supported the table with both hands and sat on the seat with difficulty. His fingers were trembling uncontrollably, and his body was on the verge of reaching its limit.
A pale golden light flickered on the hilt of Mi Tong's knife. After a moment, Uncle Kyosuke's figure swayed and changed back to his original appearance.
His current physical condition is no longer enough to support him to change his appearance.
Beside the desk in the night sky, a skinny old man with white hair was sitting there quietly, picking up the pen tremblingly.
That is Yuri Kurotetsu's true appearance now.
Without that short black hair, without that handsome appearance, without that straight and straight waist, he was sitting there with his back hunched, and wisps of gray streaks emerged on the surface of his skin, with layers of wrinkles. Underneath, there is an old face that is terminally ill.
He raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror on the table, a bitter smile appearing on his chapped lips.
He also said that it was too embarrassing to die like this as a qualified father.
But he still shook his head, holding a pen in his right hand covered with gray spots, and tremblingly wrote lines of words on the white paper in front of him:
"Takibai, I'm sorry.
Originally, I wanted to tell you these things in person, but I was afraid that my physical condition would not be able to support you in waking up, so I decided to leave this note."
Dazzling thunder flashed in the distant night sky, and the roar of explosions mixed with thunder surged in the dead night sky. The white-haired, seriously ill old man was sitting at the table, as if he was completely isolated from the world. It was difficult but serious. , written with his thoughts.
After an unknown amount of time, he slowly put down the pen in his hand, and a touch of relief finally appeared in his cloudy eyes.
He was relieved.
Yuri Heizhe turned around, glanced at Yuri Takibai, who was still unconscious, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
He placed the letter and Mi Tong on Yuri Takibai's bedside, stood up slowly, put on the black coat on the hanger, coughed and pushed open the heavy door.
Click!
The door closed and the room fell into dead silence again.
Amidst the strong wind and thunder, Yuri Heizhe hunched his body and walked slowly towards the distance.
He didn't want Yuri Takibai to see him like this.
Whether as a father or as the top cowherd in Japan, he would not allow himself to die in front of Yuri Takibai like this.
If a child wakes up and sees his father's cold body, how big of a blow would it be to Yuri Takibai
Therefore, he decided to leave, go to an unknown corner alone, and die quietly.
Maybe after the storm subsides, someone will find an unknown body that died of illness on the street. Maybe they will call the police and be dealt with by the police, but that's all.
No one will know that the name of this corpse is Yuri Kurotetsu.
No one will know that he is the father of a girl and a boy, and no one will know that he was once the most shining star in the Tokyo Cowherd world.
After reading that letter, in Yuuri Takashiro's heart, his father was the tall, handsome Kyousuke who was willing to play games with him and cook delicious curry pork chop rice for him, even if it wasn't Yuuri Hei. Zhe Zhen's appearance, but that's enough for him!
Leaving an impression that Yuri Takishiro, who has never met his father, will not be disliked, is what Yuri Kurotetsu wants.
He is so embarrassed now.
In the letter, he not only admitted that Uncle Kyousuke was Yurina Takashiro's father, but also wrote down everything that happened that year, including Yurina's existence and where she was.
As long as Yuri Takashiro reads this letter, he will immediately know the whole story. It doesn't matter whether he will forgive himself or not, but at least Yuri Kurotetsu hopes that his daughter and son can finally get along well. .
Amidst the cold wind and thunder, Yuri Heizhe wrapped his thin coat tightly. The severe pain made him lean against the wall uncontrollably, stooped down, and coughed violently.
He coughed heart-breakingly.
After coughing, he sat down weakly against the wall. He looked up in the direction of the low house, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Although this ending was a bit bleak, his goal was still achieved.
I have met my son and lived with him for a while. Although he failed to fulfill his responsibilities as a father, at least he appeared in the other person's life, even if it was only for a few days.
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In the end, I didn’t even hear Takibai call him father.
Yuri Heizhe let out a long sigh and slowly closed his eyes in the cold wind.
At this moment, a figure suddenly broke through the void and stepped in front of Yuri Heizhe.
The long, snow-white hair danced in the cold wind. The tall young man stood under the night sky. The cross-star pupils in his eyes stared at the skinny and seriously ill old man on the street, with deep confusion and pain in his eyes.
The moment he appeared, the cold wind and thunder completely disappeared around him.
This sudden silence made Yuri Heizhe, whose consciousness was gradually sinking, struggle to come back to his senses. His turbid eyes slowly raised. The moment he saw the figure standing in front of him, his pupils Sudden contraction.
Yuri Takibai squatted down and looked at Yuri Heizhe sitting on the ground with complex eyes. After hesitating for a moment, he stretched out his arms and gently held the skinny white-haired old man in his arms.
His lips parted slightly:
"Father, I'm late."
Yuri Heizhe's body trembled suddenly.
Under the night sky filled with lightning, on an unnoticed street corner, a tall young man hugged a stooped old man. His shadow was dragged very long by the lightning.
Yuri Heizhe opened his chapped lips and spoke hoarsely:
"How did you come?"
"I can see the location of your red dot on the map. At this distance, I can find it easily." Yuuri Takibai hugged him tightly and said softly,
"Father, your son is more powerful than you think."