It has been through the ages!

"But think about it, he is indeed very old. But although he has imagined it many times, he really encountered it, but it is a bit difficult to let go..."

Dazai Osamu held the steering wheel in one hand and the Shisewang's hand in the other.

"It'll be here soon, go see him for the last time."

When I arrived at Mr. Guiyong's house, it was already dark. The whole house was brightly lit. My beloved wife, dressed in black, was waiting for her at the door.

Mr. Guiyong died at around 10 o'clock in the morning. When Mrs. Aizi called her, she specifically told her to come back after get off work. This should be what Professor Guiyong had always emphasized during his lifetime. If he died, don't disturb them while they were working. In this way, he would leave with peace of mind. Mrs. Aizi couldn't help but call her, just reminded her to come back after get off work, and to make up for his thoughts.

"He would be very happy if he knew you had a boyfriend."

Mrs. Aiko said with a smile, looking at Dazai Osamu was also very gentle.

"Please mourn me."

Dazai Osamu reliably owed his waist.

"Then I'll go and burn incense for the professor first." After Shi Sewang bowed his body and greeted him, he took Dazai Osamu to the mourning hall to burn incense. The monk who recited the scriptures sat in the center of the mourning hall and knocked on the wooden fish.

After celebrating the karaoka, Dazai Osamu hugged Ito Sewang and said softly in her ear, "If you want to cry, just cry."

Yisewang shook his head at his shoulder, no crying sounds, but he did not raise his head either.

Although the night has not started yet, there are already many relatives and friends in the mourning hall.

Professor Guiyong has no children and has very few relatives, so most of the people who stay in the mourning hall are his former students. His colleagues are also very old, so old that they can hardly come to attend his funeral...

"Huh? Isn't this Teacher Itose?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came.

Ito Sewang raised his head, opened his red eyes, and looked at the person in front of him, and for a moment, he was a little surprised, "Mr. Maori?"

"What a coincidence, Teacher Itosse. Are you a relative of Professor Guiyong?"

"No, I'm his student..."

"Eh?" Kogoro Mouri was a little confused. Professor Takanaga had retired for many years. How long has Ito Sewang graduated? How could he be a student of Professor Takanaga?

However, it may also be a closed disciple, or something, no matter what, it can be called a student. So Kogoro Mouri did not explore this direction. Instead, he sighed, "That's a coincidence. I am also his student!"

After saying that, he felt a little sad, "I feel ashamed to say that I haven't seen him for a long time. I didn't expect that the news from him this time would be..."

Who said it was not...

How many people here have stepped into this place more than once?
Chapter completed!