Yukimura Seiichi smiled and shook his head. Fukui Kwang-soo and Yehara Xiaotian had already opened the trunk and took out many gifts they had prepared in advance. They handed them to the man carefully: "Our little Takashi was taken care of in the past. Thank you very much. This small token of your respect is not enough."

The man waved his hand hastily, and the two men stuffed the money into his hands skillfully and without rejection, "Please accept it, this is a small token of my appreciation."

Rejection failed,

The man looked at the four people who were polite but strong-willed, and had no choice but to compromise and accept it. Seeing that they were in a hurry to go to Natsume's house, he turned around and put the things back in person.

He took the key to Natsume's house and led the way himself to Natsume's house.

After thanking Mr. Aoi again and seeing him off, the few of them walked into Natsume's house.

Fujing Guangzhu and Yeyuan Xiaotian have already gone in to clean up.

Natsume Takashi ran in excitedly and ran around the room, as if looking for some memories.

Yukimura Seiichi also looked around, and when he cleaned up the kitchen,

Yukimura Seiichi called out to Keimitsu who was still accompanying Natsume in the courtyard.

One big and one small came hand in hand.

Seiichi pointed to the chalk drawing on the floor next to the wooden cabinet.

The young train and the rails,

"Do you like painting? Uncle Jingshi and I will accompany you when we go back. Besides, Jingshi is a great painter~~"

When talking about Yukimura Seiichi, Atobe Kagemitsu's nose turned up with pride.

Natsume Takashi's eyes were full of admiration. He glanced at Yukimura Seiichi and saw that Yukimura Seiichi was smiling and did not refuse.

Nodded vigorously.

He really likes the way Uncle Jingguang's eyes light up when he talks about Uncle Jingichi.

I also like to listen to Uncle Jingshi talk about Uncle Jingguang's glorious history, his eyes are full of tenderness as if they are about to overflow,

You can feel that kind of happiness even if you just stand next to them.

Soon, they found another chalk drawing in the back of the small closet. It was a simple three-figure drawing. The left and right figures were relatively large, with a small stick figure in the middle.

The stick figure on the left has two braids hanging down, and the stick figure on the right has a few standing hairs.

It says "Mom, Me, Dad"...

Natsume Takashi's eyes couldn't help but become moist, and then he quickly wiped them dry.

After cleaning, the two of them sat with Natsume Takashi in front of the courtyard for a while, then brought fruit offerings and incense and candles and followed Mr. Aoi to the mountain, where it was said that Natsume's parents were.

When they saw the two tombstones, Jingguang and Jingcheng bowed together: "Mr. Natsume, Mrs. Natsume, please rest assured that little Takashi will be left to us. We will treat him well."

The wind blew over the tombstones, lifting up the withered yellow leaves.

It feels like someone's farewell, but also like someone's comfort.

--Tokyo--

Early in the morning, the luxurious villa of the Atobe family, which was like a Han Palace, became busy.

"Quick, quick, prune the garden over there again and cut off all the thorns on the outermost roses, so as not to prick the little master."

"Oh, um, um, the baby's bed is placed in the empty room next to Master Jingguang. It has been decorated overnight. Only these furniture are missing. Slow down~"

"That sofa, yes, yes, yes, yes. Put the sofa opposite the TV wall in Little Young Master's room. Keep it away. If it's too close, Little Young Master will hurt his eyes when he sits on it and watches TV."

"Um, um, hurry up, have you cleaned the front door?"

"Also, quickly build a fence around the pond. Also, check all surveillance cameras again to make sure there are no blind spots!"