Maybe... letting them meet is the right choice.

…

Uesugoshi opened the door handle of Inuyama's house and saw a straight figure standing at the door.

"Senior, are you here to find the head of the Inushan family?" Yuan Zhisheng stared at the man in front of him.

"...Don't get me wrong, I just came to say goodbye." Uesugi was silent for a moment and said in a hoarse voice.

"Goodbye?"

"I'm going back to France to see the monastery where my mother stayed, then hold a funeral there, and lie in the coffin and listen to them sing a requiem mass for me."

"You said 'return'? It seems that you have never regarded this place as your home." Yuan Zhisheng paused and said softly, "That's fine, Tokyo will not be peaceful in the future, and we don't have any extra people to go there.

To protect you, let’s leave as soon as possible. Have you bought your ticket?”

"I bought an Air France first-class ticket to Lyon decades ago. I paid a large sum of money to Air France, so I can get on the plane at any time with this priority ticket." Uesugi said more calmly, "In addition,

I’m not at the point where I need your protection either.”

Yuan Zhisheng nodded, his cigarette butt lit: "Are you still rich? Take the money and go. You need money for funerals and other things. You also need to repair your mother's grave. This is a filial piety from the descendants of our family."

"Don't bother me anymore, I still have this little money." Uesugi narrowed his eyes and said, "Compared with the last time we met, you seem to have realized something now?"

"Yes, this is thanks to you and Principal Angers for their teachings."

"My teachings?"

"What you said last time was correct. Imperial blood is a cursed thing and should not remain in this world. We should become the last heirs of the imperial blood."

"Is that so, are you ready to die?"

"Well, men will die anyway, and the battlefield is the best destination for our generation."

"That's very well said. You are worthy of being...a great leader."

"...the flight this morning?"

"almost."

"Want to send it?"

"Need not."

"good."

The words finally fell, and the cigarette burned to the end.

Everyone's words were so simple and blunt, revealing the estrangement and indifference, but they all tried their best to hide their confusion and confusion.

Uesugoshi took off the cigarette butt, threw it on the ground and crushed it. Minamoto was next to him and handed over the cigarette case of Nanahoshi. Uesugoshi hesitated for a while and took another cigarette. Minamoto lit it for him.

The two men with faces as hard as iron just stood guard at the door. No one said anything, and no one was left behind. They just smoked one after another, and cigarette butts soon piled up around their feet.

Uesugoshi raised his head and looked at the brightening sky in the distance. The faint morning light of sunrise actually dispersed the rain clouds for the first time in a long time. He didn't know if it was the last sound before the storm.

He stared blankly for a long time. The streets in the distance were crowded with people. The morning news was playing on a huge screen. The buildings blended into the background of the sky without looking obtrusive. The softness of Tokyo after the rain and the clear sky surprised him. He

I have lived in this city for more than seventy years, but I never knew that Tokyo under the morning sun could be so gentle, as gentle as the mother in my memory.

But at this moment, he thought of his chess master father.

It is said that the great chess master had been waiting for him to go to Japan to see him for the last time, but he still could not survive that winter.

"Swallowing the Starry Sky: Sign in to Become a God"

In a sense, I am luckier than him, aren't I?

Yuan Zhisheng lowered his head and looked at his feet, one seven stars after another.

He was thinking that the man beside him came too late. When he was a child, he always hoped that a father would appear in his life, so that he and his daughter would not be so lonely and would not be bullied. But the man came too late.

Now, their brothers have grown up and have turned against each other long ago.

Maybe this is fate. Destiny is always a hair's breadth away.

Yuan Zhisheng clearly accepted his fate, but he still couldn't help but think about it. If all this had happened earlier, if the man who should be called father had appeared in his and Zhisheng's world, what if

He didn't insert the blade into the girl's heart back then...

Will everything be different?

At least he would have enough time to take Uesugi to a tavern, have a drink with each other, chat about the interesting things that happened in the past years, report about the certificates he obtained in school that could fill the entire room, and then ask him

How are you doing? The young girl sat aside with watery eyes and poured wine for her brother and father...

It's a pity that if there are no ifs in life, there will be no turning back. Even if you try your best to look back, time will not go back.

So he could only use these short ten minutes to experience the feeling of his father standing beside him, and then move forward again.

This was enough, he had no time to dwell on the past, he had to finish this battle, for his family, for all the people who trusted him, and for this city that he didn't love but was inhabited by the people he loved.

He was very happy to hear the news that Uesugi Yue was going to France. He also wanted to go to France, but he thought there was no chance. As a son, he couldn't do it, so it would be a good story for a man to be a father to realize his son's dream.

When the last cigarette in the cigarette box was burned out, Yuan Zhisheng said calmly: "Have a good trip."

"Thanks."

He still has a speaking style that cherishes every word like gold.

Yuan Zhisheng stood there, and the old man wearing a headscarf slowly walked down the steps and walked into the distance facing the rising sun.

In the glow of the rising sun, Yuan Zhisheng squinted his eyes and stared directly at the long-lost sun on the horizon. He turned around silently and walked into Inuyama's house. This was destined to prevent him from seeing the old man walking down the steps looking back.

Uesugoshi stood at the foot of the steps, his white hair blown by the distant sea breeze. He looked so old, yet so gentle, just like the city under the morning sun.

Many years ago, a man who ran away from his family stood in a French port, looked back at his infant son, and finally set out on his way back to his country.

Many years later, the man who had abandoned the world and was abandoned by the world stood again in this city he did not love, looking back at the person he loved.
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