The utility room on the third floor was filled with dust, and there was a sound of rumbling over things from time to time.

Several dusty cartons have been opened and placed aside.

Mops, brooms, vacuum cleaners, ironing machines, home appliance repair tools, etc. are all here.

There was only a rectangular window above the utility room that revealed a dim light, shining on the people rummaging through the cabinets.

Because it was close to the top of the head, the sound of rain here also increased a lot, and the slightest dots filled the ears.

"Ahem."

Uesugi Sato sniffed the dust visible to the naked eye in front of him with his hands, and narrowed his eyes over and narrowed his head.

Then he lowered his body and moved the small box with the words "oat" out of the pile of debris.

With the help of the faint light on the rainy day outside the window, he opened the cardboard box.

Most of them are about childhood memories, not the surroundings of "Magic Card Girl Sakura" and "Dragon Ball".

It was because of some textbooks from my childhood, sword jade that my father bought but he had never played with, and some books that he didn't like to read very much.

Seven or eighteen, Xiao Huahuo gave him the most handmade gifts.

Red peppers stacked with paper, sharks, two villains holding hands, New Year's greetings, imperial greeting cards... etc. are all stored in this box one by one...

Each piece is a growth clip as a childhood sweetheart.

Seeing these things, the weak little girl's hands holding them carefully handing them out immediately reflected in her mind.

"This is...for Brother Zhao..."

Uesugi continued to search in the box, but he really couldn't remember the painting.

But he knew that it was the first time she gave her painting.

He continued to search, and many things were screened out.

......

"It's not in this box."

......

Entrance.

The door lock showed signs of turning.

With a click.

Outside the door, Uesugi Hi, carrying a plastic bag, put the key back into his pocket, and put away the umbrella covered with water droplets.

When she entered the door, she put the umbrella into the umbrella tube beside the wall. She put on her slippers and entered the house.

Standing at the entrance of the stairs, looking at the light above, shouting:

"Azhao, come down and eat the bento."

“…”

“…”

No response.

Uesugi Hiba shouted a few more times, and after finding that there was no movement, he put down the plastic bag containing the bento and drinks and walked up.

"Azhao."

There was no one in the room.

"Azhao?"

"Ow?"

Uesugi Sei followed a small ladder and saw Uesugi Seu, who was covered in dust from the attic.

He immediately asked, "Azhao, what are you doing when you go to the utility room?"

"Find something."

"Not found?" Uesugi Hiro saw that he had empty hands.

"No."

Uesuma seemed very anxious, so he quickly put away the ladder and ran to the chariot bathroom to wash his hands.

"Then are you still having supper?" Uesugi asked, standing at the door, with some raindrops on his hair.

"Yes, but I have to wait a moment. Please help Sister Xi to heat up my bento." He shook his hand, which was washed with water, and looked at himself in the mirror.

Uesugi Hi was curious about his anxious look, "It's okay to heat up the bento, but what are you looking for?"

"Gift," Uesugi Tau closed the lamp in the bath room and walked out, "a gift from Hana Wai."

"Gift?"

Uesugi Hika's eyes followed him, "Shouldn't you find a box to put away the gift? Why would you look for it in the storage room?"

Why are gifts in the utility room?

Hearing his cousin's ordinary tone, Uesugi Seo was stunned.

Why... she would look for gifts she gave in the utility room herself...

The worrying look of the little girl when giving gifts suddenly echoed in her mind again.

The little girl looked like she knew her gifts.

“…”

The air was silent for a few seconds again.

"It's me wrong..."

He walked towards his room.

Uesugi Hiya looked at his inexplicable back, but after a moment of stagnation, he walked downstairs and went to the kitchen to heat up the bento he just bought.

......

The rain covered the entire Tokyo capital, making everything gray.

Shinjuku Police Department, Office of the Director.

The transparent floor-to-ceiling windows behind the desk allow you to see several high-rise buildings in Tokyo.

Hanamaru Yuki, who was sitting on a leather chair, was listening to the report brought by his subordinates.

"Will Beichuan go to enter the underground idol industry?"

"Steel Chief, is this the person they want to use to increase their needs? The Kitagawa Association has control over customs and industries across the country," said a police officer.

"It's not that this possibility is not ruled out," Hanamaru Yuki pondered for a moment, "so you go and call Suzuki over, I have a job to hand over to him."

"Officer Suzuki? OK, OK, I get it."

"Go down."

"Then I'll take my leave first, the police chief."

"Um."

Hanamaru Yuki retracted his gaze from the closed door, turned his head to look at the huge cherry blossom police badge on the wall, and was about to think about the message I just received, the phone rang.

It's a private phone.

Hanamaru Yuki stood up from his chair, turned around and walked to the transparent floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the gray Tokyo metropolis in the rainy day.

He answered the phone.

"father in law."

"Call me during this period of time. Is it because I want me to help?"

"Um."

"Tell me."

Hanamaru Yuki's eyes were on the car that was flowing endlessly under his feet, and raindrops gathered on the transparent glass, sliding downwards with winding light watermarks.

『I want to apply for a visa to the UK.』

Go to the UK?

Hanamaru Yuki suddenly laughed, raised her head and said to the phone: "Isn't it enough to do this kind of thing yourself? You should have some savings when participating in the competition. It's not difficult to get an asset certificate and get a visa."

"It takes one month to get out of the visa, and the same is true for the tourist visa." Uesugi Do not hear any changes in his father-in-law's tone, and it was also dull.

"Don't look for me in this kind of thing, go find uncle Huahuo."

『......』

『Father-in-law, do you... agree?

"I have nothing to agree with, it's your own business."
To be continued...