Kitayama Jinglong helped Mo Yuan who bowed to him. To be honest, he was still not used to the Japanese habit of bowing when meeting. What's more, the other party should be Dong Xie's very good friend.
"How about you guys come and have lunch together?"
"No need, we have prepared our own dry food." Mo Yuan had no appetite now. He just wanted to know what happened to Dong Xie and Dong Ning yesterday.
Beishan Jinglong could see that Mo Yuan was now in a very anxious mood and his face was quite uneasy.
"okay, I get it."
Beishan Jinglong was actually not very hungry. After explaining it to the maid, they went to a nearby room that was usually used to entertain foreign guests.
He was really tired these two days. Frankly speaking, if he didn't want to see his sister Jing Huang, he wouldn't want to come back here, nor would he hold a wedding here.
Everyone in this place is abnormal.
At this moment, he suddenly noticed the mobile phone case in Mo Yuan's hand and was suddenly stunned.
"This is? Around the Gothic Town of Nileloga Paradise?"
"Um, yeah, what's wrong?"
Mo Yuan was a little stunned. What happened to this thing?
Nileloga Park is a theme park that originated in Europe, located in S City. Contrary to Disneyland, which brings dreams and innocence to people, Nileloga Park expresses the horror Gothic culture of Europe. However, Brother
The aesthetic style hidden in the gloom of special culture has a fatal attraction for lovers, just like many young girls now love to fall in love with handsome but pale-skinned vampires. Therefore, Nileloga Paradise is known as S City
The number one dating destination for couples.
"Nothing..." Beishan Jinglong stared at the phone case, sighed in his heart, and said, "Let's go."
Kitayama Jingryu is an extremely literary person at heart. When he was a child, he especially liked novels such as "Snow Country" and "Golden Pavilion Temple", especially "Golden Pavilion Temple". He couldn't remember how many times he had read it. Therefore, he also
He is also very involved in European and American Gothic culture. His novel "Dead Worms" combines his understanding of Japanese death culture and European and American Gothic style. Then, he fell in love with the heroine who starred in "Dead Worms"
Mother Ziyi. Later, they also went to Nileloga Paradise together.
Of course, this is a thing of the past. But there is no doubt that Mu Ziyi was once the person he loved with all his passion. It may not be possible for him to love another person like he loves her again.
…
time flies.
At this time, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.
Beishan Jinghuang was staying alone in the study. The skylight above her head was still being washed by rain.
She turned on the desk lamp and was reading "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion". Over the years, she could not remember the last time she opened a paper book.
"It's really this book..."
She turned over and over again, and she couldn't read it anymore.
Even now, she can still remember clearly what Aunt Xingzhi looked like when she died.
At this moment, she suddenly heard the sound of someone knocking on the skylight above her head!
She immediately looked up!
However, there is nothing on the skylight glass on the roof.
"That sound just now... was it the sound of rain?"
Beishan Jinghuang became a little scared.
She lowered her head and continued to look at the book in front of her. She had just turned another page, and suddenly, the same voice came from above her head again!
This sound made her hair stand on end.
what happened?
She clutched the book in her hand tightly, and her face began to twitch. This time, she did not dare to raise her head again.
She knew very well what kind of place this was.
After a while, the skylight above the head made a clearer knocking sound again!
This is definitely...not the sound of rain!
The dark and silent study became eerie at this time. But now, most people are gathered in the Luo Xinfu Pavilion, and there are only a few people in this place now.
"No……"
She grabbed the book in front of her and murmured: "Xingzhi... Aunt... please... please... you..."
Not far from the house where I am... is the Koho Bird House. The cherry blossom tree where Aunt Yukieda is buried is right there.
She slept there forever.
To this day, she still remembers her grandfather's expression when he saw her aunt's body. It was the first time she saw her grandfather showing such an expression.
That's fear.
I thought the expression would never appear on my grandfather's face.
"How could she...die outside her ancestral home???"
At that time, Jing Huang understood. What his grandfather cared about was not the death of his aunt, but the place of her death. Just as for her aunt, she was never afraid of death, she was just choosing the right time to die, and the place of her death was
, must be in the ancestral house of the shrine.
After that, she strongly requested to leave the shrine life. In the end, her grandfather reluctantly agreed and arranged for someone to take care of her in Tokyo. Originally, her mother wanted to take her to live in China, but her grandfather always strongly opposed it.
As for why her grandfather was so obsessed with the place where her aunt died, she didn't understand it at first, but now, she has some understanding.
At this time, the sound above the head stopped.
Beads of sweat began to pour out of Jing Huang's forehead.
She barely supported her body, then walked to the door and opened it...
As soon as she walked out of the house, she staggered and almost fell to the ground.
She needs to leave here quickly.
Walking in the corridor, she felt her steps were heavy.
At this moment, she just felt that her mind was blank.
"Miss Jinghuang?"
She met a wrinkled old man at the corner of the corridor. The old man looked to be eighty or ninety years old, and he couldn't even speak fluently. There were very serious burns on his hands.
"where are you going?"
The old man in front of me is named Takagi Aoe. Mr. Aoe is the oldest person here. He should be a little older than his grandfather. He has been serving the Kitayama family since his great-grandfather's time.
The scars on his hands were really shocking, and Jing Huang knew that he was injured in the 20th year of Showa.
Every Japanese knows what the 20th Showa year means to Japan.
That year, almost all of my grandfather's family members were killed in air raids, but Mr. Qingjiang barely escaped, and the scar on his hand remained forever.
When she was a child, she was not close to the old housekeeper because she was afraid of the scars on Mr. Qingjiang's hands. But later when she returned to her ancestral home, she would occasionally hear Mr. Qingjiang mention some past events.
Mr. Qingjiang often mentioned the events of his grandfather's generation. His grandfather had many brothers, and the one closest to his grandfather was his eldest brother. However, his eldest brother was a deserter. His grandfather's brother was unwilling to continue the war.
Fighting for meaning, his grandfather's father, Jinghuang's great-great-grandfather, hid him in a secret mansion in Tokyo, and Mr. Qingjiang was responsible for taking care of him.
After the Battle of Iwo Jima, Tokyo began to suffer rounds of air raids. B-29 bombers poured down countless incendiary bombs, turning the city into a burning inferno. In the end, my grandfather's brother, grandfather's father and
My mother was burned alive by incendiary bombs. The same happened to the other brothers on the battlefield, not even their whole bodies were left.
It is really ironic. People who originally became deserters in order to escape the battlefield ended up dying in the war. Perhaps for this reason, people in this family hate war in their bones. War can only bring benefits to upper-level politicians, but for
For ordinary soldiers, survival is considered a victory. If the war had continued at that time, maybe the Beishan family would have even cut off all bloodlines during the war, and then Jinghuang would not exist today.
But when Jinghuang heard Mr. Qingjiang talk about these things, she didn't have much empathy, and she didn't even sympathize with the Beishan family at that time. Perhaps it was because she was half Chinese, and had learned Chinese and read Chinese since she was a child.
She didn't understand the relationship between books. Neither Mr. Qingjiang nor her grandfather reflected on the failure of the war, not the war itself.
At this moment, a "crunching" sound suddenly came from behind.
Jing Huang slowly turned around and saw that the door to the study room had actually opened!
She opened her eyes wide and couldn't believe this scene.
Because she had clearly closed... the door just now!
