After removing the hanger with the light green raincoat on the far side, the wardrobe was completely emptied.I tiptoed to check the top of the bookshelf, and then looked back at Miwako.At this moment she was putting a neatly folded raincoat into a corrugated box beside her.Her long, radiant hair covered half of her profile. "Have you finished tidying up all your clothes now?" I looked at her profile and asked. "Well, there should be nothing left behind." She replied, still not stopping. "Really, but if you really left something here, you can come and get it right away."

"Ok." I put my hips on my hips and looked around the room.In Miwako's room of less than six beds, there is an old wardrobe used by her deceased mother, which has also been tidied up.This wardrobe, and the built-in wardrobe once held all of Miwako's clothes.Among the dozens of clothes, she would choose clothes that fit the climate and popularity of the time and made her feel comfortable to wear to work.She strictly stipulates that she is not allowed to wear the same clothes to work two days in a row, because it will be misunderstood that she is spending the night outside.For me, who can wear the same shirt to work for a week, this is really troublesome.Still, walking out of the room guessing what she was wearing was one of the great morning pleasures for me.But it's never been that fun again, and that's one of the things I had to let go of.

After Miwako fixed the lid with scotch tape, she tapped on the box. "You're done." "You worked hard," I said, "are you tired, would you like something to eat?" "What can I eat?" Miwako tilted her head, judging from the expression on her face, she was thinking about the food in the refrigerator. "There's ramen, I'll make it." "No need, I'll do it." Miwako stood up abruptly. "Okay, okay, let me come on a day like today." I put my arms around her waist and pulled her closer to me with a little force.This action has no special purpose, at least not for me.However, Miwako didn't think so, her smile was a little stiff, and then, like a female partner in ice ballet, she spun her body smoothly and broke free from my hand.

I looked at Miwako's left hand, which still had a trace of residual warmth, and sighed deeply.Then approach the corrugated cardboard boxes resting on the lavender rug.When I lifted it up, I found that there were only clothes in the box, which was surprisingly light.Holding the box in my arms, I looked around the room again.The cheap mail-order bookshelves and the suit wardrobe left by my mother are still there, but the desk I have been used to is gone.Immediately, my mind recalled that Miwako who sat on the burnt brown table and filled the original paper with a pen as if drawing a picture.Although she also uses a word processor and computer for her work, she always writes her poems by hand.

The curtains with white lace fluttered, and a gust of warm air came in from the window facing the private alley. I put the box on the bed, closed the window, and locked the latch. Our home is located on a land slightly larger than 50 pings.In addition to a large restaurant on the first floor, there are two connected Japanese rooms.There are three western-style rooms on the second floor.This house was built by my father before he was 40 years old.Having said that, my father didn't even pay a down payment, nor did he have a loan.After my grandfather passed away, he inherited the inheritance, but he was unable to pay the inheritance tax, so he had no choice but to sell the house he lived in now and use the remaining money to build this house.According to relatives, the land and houses of our Shenlin family, which have been passed down from generation to generation, are being lost bit by bit.

I ate miso soup made by Miwako in the restaurant on the first floor.Her long, flowing hair was tied back in a metallic tiara. "Will you tidy up the house over there when you come back from your honeymoon?" I asked her while eating ramen. "That's all I can do. I don't have time. I'm going to start preparing for the wedding and traveling from tomorrow. I must be very busy." "Right." I glanced at the calendar on the wall, where May 18 was circled with a red pen, which means the day after tomorrow.When I first drew this red circle, I still felt that this day was a little far away.

After eating ramen, I put down my chopsticks and propped my head on the table with both hands. "What should I do in the next few days?" "Are you still going to sell this house?" Miwako asked, mixed with anxiety. "I haven't decided whether to sell it or not. Maybe it will be rented to someone else. Anyway, I won't continue to live in it. If I live alone, it feels empty." "Brother, you." Meihezi forced a smile, "It would be nice if you could find someone to marry." I'm afraid she said this sentence after careful consideration. I knew this well, so I didn't look back at her expression.

"You're right, I'll think about it." "Ok……" We fell into a moment of silence, and Miwako also put down her chopsticks.Although she hasn't finished eating the ramen, it seems that she has no mood to continue eating. I looked out the glass window into the courtyard.The lawn is starting to protrude a bit, and weeds are also growing impressively.I think it needs to be pruned well before lending it to others or selling it.If the building is beautiful, it will definitely be reluctant to sell. As far as I know, the ancestors of my family seem to have accumulated a lot of property in the past.However, when I became a member of this family, I can no longer see traces of its prosperity.My father is an ordinary employee of a certain securities company, and he is already contented as long as he maintains a very ordinary life.Therefore, the newly built house here is full of common people's feeling.Father intends to leave this house for two generations to live together.The Japanese room on the first floor is for the old couple, and the second floor is for the couple with their children, just like a dream.If you can successfully complete the journey of life, you will be able to realize your dreams.But the sudden misfortune came unexpectedly.

That was the second day Miwako entered elementary school.The parents who went to Chiba to attend the funeral of relatives never came back alive.Father's Flux was rear-ended by a large truck on the highway.The small body, known as the unicorn fairy, was knocked into the opposite direction of the traffic lane.Both parents died instantly. That day, Miwako and I were placed at the house of an acquaintance nearby.That person was a colleague from my father's work unit, and he brought the two of us and his own children to Toshimaen.We were riding the roller coaster and carousel when the guy got the bad news from the police.She must have been so worried about how to describe this tragedy to us two children that she was about to vomit.It was all written down on the gloomy face she had when she picked us up from the amusement park.

I thought back afterwards how lucky the neighbor's uncle didn't call home even once.Because before we got home, Miwako and I had a fantastic time of fun.That day became the last time our siblings played together. Miwako and I were adopted by different relatives.The economic conditions of the two families are that it is rich to raise one more child, but it is too difficult to raise two more children. Fortunately, relatives on both sides were very kind to us and allowed me to go to college.Although the inheritance left by our parents, including the life insurance money, is fully enough to pay for our upbringing expenses, but I know that money alone is not enough to raise a child.

When Miwako and I lived apart, this house was rented by my father's company.When I came back to live here again, I realized that the people who lived here temporarily were not considered rude. The year I decided to stay in school to teach, Miwako and I returned to this home again, and she has become a female college student. 15 years.Miwako and I were separated for a total of 15 years.During this long period of time, the brothers and sisters lived separately, which was the first mistake.And living together again after 15 years, this is the second mistake. The phone rang.Mei Hezi quickly picked up the cordless telephone set on the wall, "Hello, I'm Shenlin." The subsequent change in her expression made me immediately realize who the caller was.Originally, there were only a few people who would call home during the day on Friday, and the possibility of calling me from the university research office for urgent matters was very low.Miwako resigned from the insurance company last month. As a poet, Kambayashi Miwako, she received calls during the day and on rest days, but those calls had been transferred to her new home.From yesterday to today, people from the publishing house and the TV station couldn't find her, so they must be running around in a hurry. "Well, the rest of the luggage is packed. Now my brother and I have just eaten half of the ramen." Miwako said into the microphone with a smile on the corner of her mouth. After I put the two noodle bowls in the sink, I walked out of the dining room.I don't know how to sit next to Miwako who was talking to Hotaka Makoto.I don't want her to see myself like this. Hotaka Makoto—this is the name of the man who will marry Miwako the day after tomorrow. Miwako seemed to end the call after a while, and knocked on my door.At this time, I was sitting at the desk in a daze. "It's Mr. Hotaka." She hesitated and said. "Well, I know." I replied. "He asked me if I could go to his house today." "Oh..." I nodded, "So that's the case, then how did you answer?" "I said that there are still things that haven't been dealt with here, so let's just follow the original agreement. Is there any problem?" "No, no problem." Of course there will be no problem, "However, is this good? Miwako, you must want to go to his house earlier." "Since we have already decided to stay in a hotel tomorrow night, wouldn't it be strange to go today?" "Actually, it doesn't matter." "I'm going out to do some shopping." "Well, be careful on the road." A few minutes after Miwako went down the stairs, there was the sound of the entrance window opening.I stood by the window and looked down at the way she came out pushing the bicycle.The white ute parker's hood was puffed up by the wind. The wedding ceremony the day after tomorrow will be held at the hotel in Akasaka.So Miwako and I are going to live in that hotel tomorrow night.Because I was worried that we would not be able to arrive on time due to road conditions starting from Yokohama where we live.Just considering that there will be various preparations for tomorrow, I decided to go to Hotaka's house together before then.His home is near a place called Shakujii Park in Nerima. We plan to transport the corrugated boxes just packed by car.The main luggage, such as furniture, was shipped by a professional moving company last week.Tomorrow, the only things I have to take away are some small things and clothes that I didn't finish moving last time. Hodaka Makoto intends to let Miwako live in his house from today, it might be reasonable to think about it.Because that would be a more efficient use of time.And it is understandable that the groom will have the idea of ​​​​being with the bride. But even so, the dissatisfaction with him in my heart still hasn't been eliminated.It was the last day for Miwako to live in this house.This precious night, why does that man still want to occupy it?I feel angry. This evening it was teriyaki, something Miwako and I both love.Although neither of us can drink very much, it is rare to drink two 500ml cans of beer today.Miwako's face flushed slightly, and the area around my eyes should have turned red too. After eating, the two of us leaned on the chairs in the dining room and chatted for a long time.Chatting about my college affairs, her resignation from her company, etc.It's just a segment with the theme of marriage and love, neither of us mentioned it.Of course, I did this consciously, and maybe she tried to avoid it as much as possible. However, with the wedding ceremony to be held in two days, it would be too pretentious not to touch on such topics at all.And now and again this pretense takes the form of silence. "Remember, this is the last night." After making full mental preparations, I went straight to the point.Like a wisdom tooth being squeezed, a burst of pain followed.I was relieved to know that I was still in pain. Miwako nodded with a faint smile. "I always find it a bit unacceptable, and I won't live here in the future." "You can come back anytime you want." "Well, but—" she lowered her head suddenly, and continued, "I must stop this idea." "Really, that's true." I squeezed the empty beer can with my right hand, "Where's the kid?" "Child?" "Are you ready to ask for it?" "Oh~" Mei Hezi lowered his eyes and nodded, "He said he wanted it." "How many?" "Two, first a girl and then a boy." "Ah." I brought up unnecessary topics, and talking about children had to evoke sex. Suddenly a question popped up in my mind, whether Miwako and Hodaka Makoto had any physical relationship.And try my best to think about what wonderful questions can be judged as soon as I ask them.But in the end, I stopped thinking about it, thinking that it was meaningless.Even if there was a relationship, there will be no problem, and if it has not happened at this point in time, it will happen soon. "What are you going to do about poetry?" I changed the subject.But it's also something I care about from the bottom of my heart. "What do you mean?" "Are you still ready to write?" "Of course I'm going to write it!" Miwako nodded her head sharply, "You have to know that Hodaka doesn't like me, but likes my poems." "Well, I don't think so...but I hope you'll be careful." "Be careful? What's the matter?" "That's" I scratched my temples, "be careful not to get lost in the hustle and bustle of the new life." Miwako nodded in agreement, her snow-white front teeth looming between her lips. "I know, I'll be careful." "I think you should be the happiest when you write poetry." "Ok." For the rest of the time, both of us were silent.At this point, the topics that seem to be able to reconcile the atmosphere are exhausted, and I have no choice. "Miwako!" I called quietly. "What's wrong?" She turned her head around. Looking into her big watery eyes, I asked, "Will you be happy?" After showing some hesitation, my younger sister replied in a sonorous and forceful voice: "Well, of course you will be happy." "That's good." I said. After 11 o'clock, we all went back to our respective rooms.I turned on the CD player containing Mozart's popular repertoire and began to collect materials for the report on quantum mechanics.However, the work could not progress at all, and I could not hear Mozart's repertoire at all, but was attracted by the faint voice of Miwako next door. By the time I changed into my pajamas and got into the small double bed, it was almost one o'clock at midnight, but I didn't feel sleepy at all.Since I was fully prepared mentally, I was not particularly anxious. After a while, there was a sound from the next door, and then the sound of slippers walking, and Miwako was still awake. I got out of bed and flung the door open.The corridor was dark, but the light from Miwako's room formed a line on the floor. But before I could actually see the line, the light went out all of a sudden.Then there was a slight sound from her room, she should have just got into bed. I stood in front of the door of her room, my eyes focused in the darkness, and at the same time, I used X-rays to see through the situation inside: it seemed that I could see her leaning on the chair in her nightgown clearly. However, I immediately shook my head, because I remembered that the furnishings in this room were no longer what I knew them well.The writing desk that Miwako likes to use very much has also been moved to that house together with the chair.Also, what Miwako is wearing to sleep today is probably not a nightgown, but a T-shirt. I knocked twice on the door.Come, there was a whispered response from inside.Sure enough, Miwako wasn't asleep yet. The re-lit light came through the gap in the door, and the door opened.As I expected, Miwako was indeed wearing a T-shirt, and her bare feet protruded from her trouser legs. "What's the matter?" She looked up at me with a trace of doubt in her eyes. "I can't sleep," I replied, "so if you can't sleep either, I'm here to talk to you." To this, Miwako didn't give any answer, just stared at my chest.The expression written on her face clearly showed that she had seen through the purpose of her brother knocking on the door.Just because I have seen through it, I can't find a suitable answer. "I'm sorry." I couldn't bear the stiff silence, and said, "I really want to spend tonight with Miwako, because this is probably the last night I can be alone with Miwako. Tomorrow I will live in a hotel, the rooms are separate, right? ? And Hotaka also said that he might come." "What about the last night, I will come back in the future." "But Miwako is single, and this is the last night." After hearing my words, Miwako fell silent.Then I took a step forward.However, she gave me a slight push with her right hand. "I want to make a break." "Make a break?" Miwako nodded. "If you don't stop, you can't marry someone else, right?" Although her voice was very soft, her words were like a long and thin needle, piercing my heart every word.In addition to the pain, I also felt a biting cold. "That's it." I lowered my head and sighed. "You're right." "very sorry." "No, it's all right. I'm not thinking right." I took a look at Miwako's T-shirt, which showed a kitten playing golf. The clothes were bought when the two of them traveled to Hawaii.Those days are long gone. "Good night!" I said. "Good night!" Mei Hezi smiled sadly and closed the door. The body is very hot.I don't know how many times I tossed and turned in bed, but I didn't feel sleepy at all.It's fine to just wait until dawn, but the clock moves so slowly that it's annoying.I have fallen into a miserable situation that I have never been in. I think of that night. That night turned both of our lives upside down and twisted the world at once. That was the first summer after Miwako and I lived together. The reason may be that the two of us spent the past fifteen years alone.Even if he pretends to be cheerful on the surface, his heart will always be filled with darkness like an ancient well. The relatives who adopted me were very kind and loving.They treated me like their own child and were always careful not to make me feel inferior.So in order to repay their kindness, I also try my best to show that I am a part of this family.Always pay attention not to look too outside, and occasionally act coquettishly.In short, it is acting like a family.I thought in my heart that I should not appear too obedient, do some bad things a little, and deliberately make my parents worry.Because I know parents will be happier with a prodigal son than with a good one. When I said this, Meihezi responded with a surprised expression, saying that she was exactly the same.Then she told me about her own experience. It is said that she was originally a taciturn girl who never played with others and always read books by herself. "All the uncles nearby said, 'There's nothing you can do, you can't adjust after being stimulated'." Miwako said with a smile while recalling the scene at that time. But as she got older, the reticent girl gradually became cheerful.By the time she graduated from elementary school, she had already turned into a pistachio. "But it's all acting," she said, "whether it's being quiet, or being a little more cheerful, all of it. I'm just doing it in a way that adults can understand. But why I do it, I don't know why." I don’t understand. Probably realized that in order to survive, I have to be myself.” After the two communicated, we discovered that we have surprisingly similar thoughts and principles of life.The main color in our hearts is "loneliness", and both of us are pursuing "real family" from the bottom of our hearts. After living together, we spend as much time together as possible.On the one hand, I want to make up for the time we left before, and on the other hand, I want to be surrounded by the sense of security generated by my family.We played around like kittens.The happiness of being around someone with the same blood as me can even move me. Finally, the night came. It was my kiss with her that opened this Pandora's box.It might not be a problem if it was the cheek or the forehead, but the place I kissed was the lips. Before the kiss, the two of us chatted, face to face.At that time, while talking about her parents, Miwako was weeping quietly. Of course, to be honest, from very early on, in addition to seeing Miwako as a younger sister, there was also a part of me that treated her as a young woman.Regarding this point, although I have been strictly disciplined myself, I don't have much sense of crisis.The long-lost sister suddenly becomes very attractive and beautiful, and she will be fascinated by anyone she meets, right?After a while, I became convinced that she was just my sister to me. That feeling is probably right, but I don't want to wait any longer.The devil who had been lurking in his heart took the opportunity to make trouble. I don't know what kind of mood Miwako accepted my kiss at that time.But it is conceivable that she should have the same feeling as me in her heart.Because on her face, I couldn't see the slightest shock.On the contrary, as if his prediction had been fulfilled, he showed an expression similar to satisfaction. At that moment, the space around the two of us was cut off from the world, and time stopped.At least for us.I hugged Miwako's body tightly. She was motionless like a doll for a moment, and she burst into tears.It didn't feel like she didn't like being held like this and cried because she put her hands behind my back and put her arms around me.It was her father and mother who were crying and calling.Her voice seems to have returned to 15 years ago.Maybe after so long, she finally found a place to cry out her heart. Why I took off Miwako's clothes at that time, and why she made no resistance, is still a mystery.Maybe even she didn't know it herself.Just wanted to do it at that moment - that's all I can say. We huddled together on the cot, and when I entered Miwako's body, she frowned in pain.I didn't know she was a virgin until the next day. After the successful insertion, Miwako moaned again.I put my mouth against her thin lips and slowly moved my body. All this is like a dream, and the sense of time and space is still vague.My brain has completely stopped thinking. Even so, an idea gradually seared itself in my chest.That is: the two of us are in the pitch blackness, slowly sliding down the ramp. Hodaka Makoto is a script writer, and seems to be a novelist.But I haven't read his books, nor have I seen any movies or TV series based on his scripts.So I can't know what kind of thinking he has, what kind of way of thinking about things he has from his works.Besides, I didn't know whether it was possible to judge a person's thinking from his works. I have met Hotaka twice so far.The first time was at a coffee shop downtown, where Miwako introduced him to me.Because I heard that she already has a man who is dating, so I am not particularly surprised.The second time they met was when they were getting engaged.I heard about it at that family restaurant near my university. During those two meetings, Hotaka and I spent a total of less than 30 minutes.He left the meeting many times to pick up his mobile phone, and soon said he was in a hurry and left.So I have no idea what kind of man he is. "He's not a bad person, at least he takes good care of me." This is Miwako's evaluation of Hodaka Makoto.I think this is superfluous. If a person is so bad that he is not good for his lover, then there is no value in marriage at all. On the morning of May 17, I drove an old-fashioned Volvo to the Hodaka mansion in a quiet residential area. Just by looking at his house, you can tell that Hodaka Makoto is a man with a strong sense of self and arrogance.As I imagined, it is surrounded by towering walls, with a white house in the middle, which is in harmony with the surrounding.If you want to ask me why I imagined that the walls are high and the house is white, I really can't answer it, I just have this feeling vaguely.I might think so even if the walls are low and the house is all black. While Miwako was going to ring the doorbell, I opened the back of the luggage and took out the luggage she had packed into a corrugated box yesterday. "Hey, you guys arrived really early." After the entrance door opened, Hodaka Makoto appeared.He was wearing a white sweater and black trousers. "Because the road conditions are not bad." Miwako said. "That's right. That's great." Hodaka Makoto bowed slightly when he saw me. "You have worked hard. Are you tired from traveling all the way?" "No, it's actually okay." "Ah, let me help you." With long flowing hair, Hodaka quickly walked down the stairs in front of the gate, and his steps were so light that it was impossible to tell that he was nearly forty years old.It made me think that his hobbies are tennis and golf. "This car is really not bad." He said as he took the cardboard box. "It's already an antique." I replied. "Really? But it looks well maintained." "Because of being cursed." "curse?" "Hmm." I looked into Hodaka's eyes, he didn't seem to understand what I meant, he nodded with half understanding, and turned around. I really want to say "If you neglect the car, maybe it will show you someday".I think our father just didn't take that Fulux seriously.Makoto Hodaka, you have no idea of ​​the pain we have gone through! The first floor of the Hodaka mansion is a very spacious living room, and the luggage that Miwako brought over a few days ago is piled up in a corner.But the writing desk is not included. A man was sitting on a sofa placed by the glass window.He was dressed in a sharp gray suit.Although his complexion is not as good as Hodaka's, he seems to be of the same age as him.He seemed to be writing something, and when he saw us, he stood up immediately. "Let me introduce you. This is Suruga who manages my office." Hodaka Makoto pointed to the man and said to me.Then he said to him, "This is Miwako's older brother." "Take care of me when we meet for the first time. Congratulations to your sister." As he spoke, the man handed me a business card.The name printed on it is 'Suruga Naoyuki'. "Thank you." I took the business card. Suruga seemed to want to know my occupation, and his eyes widened when he saw the business card. "Quantum Mechanics Laboratory...you are amazing!" "That's not the case." "You see, the course of quantum mechanics of light has an independent research room, which must have been given high expectations by the university. As long as you become an assistant there, you must have a bright future." "Uh, that's a bit of an exaggeration..." "How about we write some works with university research rooms in the future?" Suruga glanced at Hotaka. "After interviewing Lord Shenlin." "Of course it can be considered." Hodaka Makoto put his hand on Miwako's shoulders, smiled and said, "It's just that I'm not interested in making those petty suspense dramas. I want to write a huge science fiction novel. The kind on screen.” "Before making a movie—" "Let's finish the novel first, right? I know everything you have to say!" Hodaka showed an impatient expression, and turned his head to me. "He is responsible for restricting me from doing this or that." "We will be much more relaxed in the future, with Miwako as a strong helper to help us out." Hearing what Suruga said, Miwako shook her head embarrassingly. "No, I can't help at all." "No, to be honest, I am very optimistic about you. In this sense, this marriage can be called a perfect match." Suruga finished speaking in a joking tone, looked at me, and immediately returned to the original serious. "Of course, for my brother, it will add a corresponding bit of loneliness." "No..." I shook my head lightly. Suruga Naoyuki was looking at me all the time with his eyes looking at his surroundings.No, I don't know if the term "always" is appropriate, and it may only be for a few seconds.Maybe less than a few seconds, maybe just a few milliseconds.It's been a long time for me anyway.So I felt compelled to pay attention to this man, in a sense, more than Hotaka. Hodaka Makoto lives alone.I was married once, and I heard that they were not divorced when the house was built, but separated a few years ago.I hadn't heard anything about the reason for the divorce, and Miwako hadn't told me, so I guess she didn't know too well. The combination of a 26-year-old white-collar worker working in a life insurance company and a 37-year-old writer who had a failed marriage requires a chance encounter.If Miwako had always been a simple white-collar worker, perhaps the two would never have had the chance to meet each other. The opportunity was the collection of poems published by Miwako two years ago. She seems to have started writing poetry when she was in the third year of junior high school.In her own words, taking advantage of the free time between reviewing and preparing for the exam, recording the words that suddenly came to her mind in the notes, unconsciously became a kind of interest.There were as many as a dozen of those notes by the time I graduated from university. Miwako has not shown this to anyone, including me, for many years, but one day, a female friend secretly read it when she came to play at home.And that friend secretly took out a notebook and took it home without telling Miwako.Of course she has no malicious intentions, she just wants to let her sister who works in the publishing house read this notebook.In short, those poems written by Miwako touched the heart of that friend. This premonition is not pretentious. The friend and sister who read the poetry immediately felt that a book should be published.This is what the editor's so-called intuition plays a role in. The female editor named Yukisa Kaori came to our house not long after, saying that she wanted to read all the poetry collections.After spending a long time reading the entire collection of poems, she immediately offered to publish it.She insisted to the smug Miwako that she would not leave without a satisfactory answer. After that, I don't know what kind of twists and turns things have gone through. In the spring of the year before last, Miwako Kanbayashi's poetry collection was published.Yet, as one might have predicted, the book was completely unpopular at first.I searched the book review columns of major magazines and newspapers through the computer, and there was no response after a month of publication. However, in the second month, there was a big turning point.At the strong request of Yukizaka Kaori, women's magazines published Miwako's poems, and since then, the book has become popular all at once.The vast majority of readers are white-collar workers.When choosing the poems to be published, Kaori Yukisasa selected works that reflected the voices of white-collar workers, and this plan worked.The collection of poems has been reprinted again and again, and eventually ranks among the best-selling books. After that, Miwako was interviewed by various media and appeared on TV from time to time.The phone at home kept ringing, so she connected another phone line.In the spring, she became required to declare personal income tax, and she handed it over to the tax director to take care of it.Even so, come April, there are staggering additional tax collections, coupled with a substantial resident tax imposed by government agencies. However, Miwako did not resign from her job as an insurance company. In my eyes, she is still the former God Lin Miwako, and she is still working so hard. "I don't want to be a celebrity." This is her mantra. When did the two begin to have a private relationship, Miwako never mentioned it to me, and I'm afraid I don't plan to say it in the future.What is certain, however, is that the engagement should have been made last Christmas.After returning home on Christmas Eve, Miwako had a large diamond ring on her finger.Most likely she planned to take it off before entering the house, but accidentally forgot.Noticing my gaze, she covered her left hand in a panic. "Let Sanada-sensei act as the officiant. We have also received a lot of care from him. If we offend him in a small way, we will be in trouble in the future." Suruga Naoyuki looked at the materials in the folder and said.He sat on the sofa and quickly began to record on the materials with a ballpoint pen. "Will it be unpleasant?" Hotaka said. "I said it might be possible. The teacher said a detail. Thinking that I was treated the same as so many people, I might hold a grudge for a long time." "How could this be?" Hodaka sighed, and smiled at Miwako who was beside him. The meeting at Miwako's wedding ceremony was such a stressful experience for me that I really wanted to escape if I could.However, as a relative of the woman, I can only make the decision, and there are several things that must be confirmed by me.Most importantly, I have no reason to escape.I sat on the leather sofa as motionless as a stone, trying not to interrupt, and silently listened to the procedure of the ceremony held by Miwako and the other men.Hotaka Makoto, who was sitting obliquely in front, stroked Miwako's body with his left hand, which made me gnash my teeth in pain. "After that, the groom will greet everyone, okay?" Suruga pointed at Hotaka with the tip of a ballpoint pen. "Why are you always greeting me? It's so boring." "But that's the only way to go. Usually, at the wedding ceremony, there is such an embarrassing thing as sending flowers to the parents." “你把这些都取消掉！”穗高颦蹙起双眉，又望望美和子，咔嗒一声打了个响指。 “我有个好主意，在新郎问候之前，由新娘来朗诵一段诗歌吧？” “哎？”美和子瞪大了眼睛，“那可不行！” “适合在结婚仪式上读的诗？”骏河问，似乎被勾起了兴趣。 “找找的话，一两首总能找到的。”穗高对美和子说。 “有是有……不过这绝对行不通！”她不停地摇头。 “我倒觉得挺好的。”说完，穗高貌似又想起了什么，朝骏河望去。 “那索性让专业人士来读吧？” “专业人士？” “就是朗诵家呗，这样就没问题了呢。再配上背景音乐。” “明天就是婚礼了哎，你让我现在去哪儿找朗诵者啊？”骏河一副'饶我了吧'的神情。 “这种事是你的职责吧？拜托了啊！”穗高翘起二郎腿，指着骏河的胸口说道。 骏河长叹一声，又开始在资料上记录起来。“我想想办法看。” 这时，大门的门铃响了。 美和子拎起装在墙上的对讲子机，确认了来者为何人之后，说了声“请进”之后，放下了听筒。 “是雪笹小姐。”美和子对穗高说。 “监督者出场了。”骏河边说边露出了笑容。 美和子走出玄关，把雪笹香织带了进来。这个干练的女编辑身着白色套装，一脸的严肃。无论是发型还是这挺直腰板的架势，一见到她我就想到宝冢的男性角色。 “打扰了。”雪笹香织对我们三人说，“终于明天就要举行了呢。” “嗯，这已经是最后一次碰头会了。”骏河说，“务必想借用一下您的智慧。” “在此之前，我想先解决一件事。”说完，她把目光落到美和子身上。 “啊，你说的是随笔的原稿吧？我现在就去拿。”美和子说着走出了客厅。随即听到她踏上楼梯的声音。 “婚礼的前日还要让她工作，不愧是雪笹香织啊。”穗高依然坐着，开口说。 “您这是在表扬我呢，还是——” “当然是表扬了，这还用说嘛！” “那就谢谢了。” 雪笹香织毕恭毕敬地低下头，抬起来的时候，她和我对上了目光，随即她的表情有些拘束。尽管这已经是我们第二次见面了，可不知为何，她依然会时不时露出这种神色。 目光从我身上移开后，雪笹香织把视线投向了远处。就在此时，她那细长而清秀的眼睛瞪得溜圆，可以听到她深深地吸了口气。 一看到这种情形，连同我在内的三位男士顺着她看的方向望去。那是玻璃窗户一边，透过绣着花边的窗帘，可以看到一个带有茂盛草坪的庭院。 在那个庭院里，站着一个长发的女人。她的面容看起来就像丧失了魂魄，直勾勾地盯着我们看。