Chapter 135 The blind date is back on track
That’s all for the recollection.
The expressionless girl spread her hands and concluded, "Based on what I've seen from Akashi-kun's reaction, Suzuki's supposed target should be that purple-haired tennis player—but judging by this, it seems Ms. Suzuki isn't as affectionate as the rumors say."
Fortunately, she only heard the part that everyone said, and then she imagined a scene of a domineering president forcibly seizing a man. The beautiful girl still had some big news in her hands.
She slowly calmed down, regaining her sense of superiority, and said in a tone that sounded as if she was deeply concerned, "You're a tennis player, but you're not feeling well. I heard Mrs. Suzuki is very worried."
My best friend, who worked at a hotel chain, also figured it out now. She didn't think her source of information could be that wrong. There were errors, of course. After all, for Totsuki, cooking was a job and a career. Only something like tennis, which was considered a specialty, could be considered a talent.
She thought that chopping vegetables and stirring the wok were both physically demanding activities, and considering the arduous curriculum at Totsuki, if she hadn't been expelled, "I think her health should be okay."
The beautiful girl thought so too. Since he could play basketball again, he must be fine. "He's young, how bad can he be?"
"If the illness is really serious, like the previous Kiryu, the event will probably be canceled immediately."
"Come to think of it," the man with the paralyzed face rubbed his chin, "it seems like all the rumors say that guy is quite handsome?"
It's a bit sad to say that she is a perfect girl.
"Since it's not serious, then the slight sickly attribute—doesn't that become a fashionable value?"
They have been watching Suzuki Sonoko's jokes for so many years, not to mention whether they can afford to go to the Suzuki family. Watching jokes does not require legal permission. But now, Suzuki Sonoko is making a fuss about marrying a commoner. Although this thing is indeed very interesting - but if this commoner is good at sports, can cook, has a good personality and outstanding abilities, not to mention he is handsome - then the pleasure of watching this joke will be reduced to nothing in a minute!
People who can become best friends usually have similar trains of thought. When she fell silent, the remaining five people at the table also looked unhappy. It was obvious that they were thinking of the same thing.
"Isn't this character's perfect setting a little too fake?" the beautiful girl said, struggling desperately. "What do you think... is it that the Suzuki family deliberately made this up because they're afraid of being talked about?"
No one answered.
After a moment of silence, he concluded, "Let's go check it out during the wedding."
Having said that, we can continue the conversation.
The doll-haired girl, who had been sitting there silently, asked, "Speaking of which, when is the wedding?"
"It hasn't been decided yet..."
Seeing that the topic was about to get stuck again, the beautiful girl brought up a new topic: "I heard that Suzuki's wedding dress is already made. Mrs. Hitachiin has only designed it for many years, and this time she sewed it herself."
"It's not all hand-sewn," the doll-haired girl said, knowing quite a bit of inside information. "Suzuki Sonoko wanted a wide, Chinese-style robe. It's a bit more complicated than making a kimono, and it's a lot of work."
The beautiful girl imagined: "This should look great when worn... I wish I could go and see it when I try on clothes."
So the six of them finished their drinks in silence and agreed: on the day Suzuki Sonoko tried on clothes, they would go to the Hitachiin family's store to take a look and satisfy their curiosity.
After a moment of silence, the man with facial paralysis suddenly spoke.
"When did Suzuki Sonoko try on clothes?"
There was silence in the booth for a long time.
Baby Head tilted his head and thought for a moment before answering, "Number eight."
"Actually, number nine is also fine."
Suzuki Sonoko burped and sneezed into the phone receiver, and after estimating, she said, "Don't worry, Xiaolan. It's just trying on clothes. Not only size 9, but size 10 and 11 are also fine!"
Xiaolan tapped her forehead helplessly, feeling distressed and wanting to laugh. She said good-naturedly, "Trying on wedding dresses is a very serious matter, isn't it? Doesn't it count only after discussing it with the groom?"
Mao Lilan was really earnest in her words: "Sonoko, you are going to get married soon. You should learn to consider other people's feelings and discuss everything with others."
Sonoko: ...
Yuanzi said, "I just called to discuss this with you. What date will you be back?"
Xiaolan originally wanted to say to her, "I mean the groom," but from childhood to adulthood, she had never been treated as being willful, selfish, or domineering by Sonoko, and she usually couldn't understand other people's (occasionally including Kudo Shinichi) criticisms of Sonoko's character.
She said this now simply because she had seen a lot of similar scenes in TV dramas and thought that friends should say this before getting married, not because she felt the same way (after all, she felt that Yuanzi would do it without her saying anything).
So when asked this by Sonoko, Xiaolan put this thought aside and began to answer her question.
"It's not certain yet," Mao Lilan couldn't help but sighed at this point, "I told you before, my cousin from my relatives' family in Kamakura got into trouble while climbing a snowy mountain a while ago."
Although this eldest cousin Maori comes from a family of flower arrangement, he is not a person who can calm down and concentrate on flower arrangement. So after Xiaolan went there, the aunt was full of enthusiasm for her, and asked her to start "practicing" in minutes, asking her to recognize flower colors every day, and even confiscated her cell phone.
As soon as she entered the sea of suffering, her eldest cousin Maori went crazy and ran out to play.
When young people commit suicide, it is generally called challenging the limits.
My eldest cousin went to climb the snow mountain.
Then the most anticipated one was in danger.
So my cousin became the only survivor of the avalanche.
He was in a coma for more than half a month and only woke up two days ago. But it is not known whether it was due to brain deprivation from sleeping for too long, or simply post-traumatic stress syndrome - or maybe he hit his head against a rock when he was in the mountains - anyway, his personality changed drastically after he woke up. He didn't like to see people or talk, and when he looked at someone, his eyes were as cold and sharp as a knife.
"My aunt said she wanted to see a psychiatrist."
Xiaolan's voice was filled with hidden worry and emotion. "But it seems that all the well-known psychologists I can contact have been booked long ago. I heard that although the appointment parties don't see the patients immediately, they require all doctors to remain on call at all times and cannot accept other patients. The deposit is paid for six months later, which is quite troublesome."
"Yes."
Yuanzi comforted her, "Then don't worry, it's just a wedding dress try-on. You can decide when you are free to come back."
It's not that Sonoko didn't discuss something with Emiya Kiritsugu - the groom is still in a state of physical confinement. Although he can receive certain medical services, in essence, he is [imprisoned] in the Onishi Tower.
Whenever the Suzuki family needed a groom, Suzuki Sonoko would bring her valid ID to the Supervisory Department to fill out an application form, submit a leave request, indicate her return time, and then bring the groom out accompanied by the rabbits.
After trying on the clothes, I have to send the person back.
So, Sonoko naturally ignored Kiritsugu Emiya's opinion. After hanging up the phone, she stared at the photo on the desktop background for a while: Although it seemed like she hadn't seen Xiaolan for a long time (it had been almost two years including the time spent traveling through time), but after hearing her voice, there was no barrier in their conversation at all.
Maybe this is true love?
Don’t worry about whether this love is friendship or love, just love.
Suzuki Sonoko took a nap with a lot of emotion in her heart. Her emotion had not subsided until dinner time. While drinking soup, she thought: How about... helping Xiaolan's unlucky cousin find a doctor?
So after dinner, Miss Suzuki carefully asked the housekeeper, "Do you know anything about psychiatrists?"
The housekeeper almost cried with excitement.
Miss, have you finally realized that there's something wrong with your brain... No, have you realized that you're talking to the air every now and then and that you're really sick!?
If you are sick, go see a doctor!
After he reported the matter to the president, he immediately collected all the doctors' information he could get. Before selecting a doctor with the right gender, personality, and ability, he simply booked them all. The only thing missing was a patient who would cooperate with the treatment!
The old butler was so excited that he turned around and prepared to get the folder.
As a result, when he went upstairs and came down, their second daughter was actually asleep on the dining table.
The old man held a long list of completed medical records and fiddled with them for a long time. Finally, he sighed, sent the young lady back to the bedroom, and put the documents away.
As he walked, he thought, I hope the lady doesn't forget this when she wakes up.
As a result, the lady really forgot about it.
That cousin Maori is just a cousin after all, and it's not Xiaolan himself who is autistic. After waking up from a nap, Sonoko received a call from her mother's assistant and learned that Ms. Suzuki Tomoko had taken time out of her busy schedule to return to her country. She immediately prepared to go see her biological mother excitedly and didn't even open the cover of the stack of information.
When Ms. Tomoko returned this time, she didn't care about how the wedding went (after all, the ceremony was just a show), nor did she care about what her son-in-law looked like (after all, he was just a legal worker). She just wanted to take a closer look at her silly daughter to see if there were any new situations recently.
Suzuki Sonoko sat in front of the mirror, looking at herself in pity, feeling as worried as an elementary school student who had not finished her homework at the beginning of the school term.
Her mother is that teacher.
The girl reflected in the mirror has lost a lot of weight. Her facial features have become clearer, and her temperament has become much sharper. Her eyebrows and eyes look inexplicably sad. She wears black or gray, which probably gives her a literary style.
Mrs. Suzuki has devoted herself to raising her little daughter into a round ball with marshmallows since she was young. After not seeing her for a few days, she seemed to have become rough and rough due to life for no reason. She might be irritable at any moment.
——Just let yourself get into trouble, there’s no need to make your mother upset too.
So Miss Suzuki pressed the call bell again before going to bed. The housekeeper thought she finally remembered to look at the psychiatrist's list and was very relieved.
Turns out she wants a stylist.
Butler: That’s fine.
The next day at noon, after lunch, Yuanzi started styling her hair. She squatted in front of the mirror and almost fell asleep several times. When she woke up, she looked up and asked: Who is this person in the mirror? She is so beautiful!
This stylist is really talented!
After humbly praising the stylist, Suzuki Sonoko shook the small braids hanging from her temples in front of the mirror, and then she realized that there was a hand supporting her chin, and she had been rubbing it against the palm of the hand.
She squinted her eyes.
"Yato!"
Yato was lying next to the dressing table, bored, and rolled his eyes at her wide eyes. "Just use your neck when you wake up. My hands are going numb."
Yuanzi quickly raised his head.
Due to the special nature of the god, in the eyes of the hairdressers behind him, Yato is equivalent to a dressing table when he is silent, and like an unknown assistant holding the dressing table when he speaks. He is a decoration that does not need to be paid attention to at all.
Sonoko asked Yato, "What have you been doing these past two days?"
Yato said about exorcising demons, "You need to completely change your job. There is always a lot of work to be done in slaying demons and eliminating evil."
In fact, ever since he smelled the scent of the fox demon in the woods behind the mountain that day, Yato has been searching for it and finally identified his target.
The fox demon Bawei.
A very famous monster in the late Warring States period, an accomplice of King Goro, who had attacked Takama-ga-hara over a disagreement.
Yato searched for a long time but couldn't find the connection between this fox demon and Sonoko - since there was no motive for committing the crime, could it be that it was planning to use Sonoko as an opportunity to cause trouble for Takama-ga-hara again?
However, although he has never had any connection with the mainstream divine world, it is no secret that Bawei is the messenger of the shadow god. After a little in-depth investigation, he found out that this fox is the messenger of the human god Nanase, and it seems that there is no danger.
So he came back first.
"But compared to this," he touched the dark circles under Sonoko's eyes, "you've slept for three hours, don't you feel anything?"
Sonoko's first reaction was: "It's been three hours, are your hands numb?"
She shrank her neck and said, "I'm sorry."
Yato was warmed by this initial reaction and quickly waved his hand, "It's okay, you're not much heavier than a divine weapon."
Yuanzi thought that the point was not here, so she looked at the mirror again and thought: No wonder she looked so beautiful at first glance, it turns out that I have been working on it for three hours, it really is true that there is no output without input...
Yato turned her face again.
"Don't look at it. The foundation is there. It can't be much more beautiful. Yuanzi, please be serious."
The Guardian God frowned and never relaxed his brows. He asked, "Have you been so sleepy lately?"
Yuanzi said I was tired...
Yato then asked, "Have you been this tired lately?"
Sonoko sighed exaggeratedly and said, "You have no idea what I've been through. This is my body's instinct. I need a lot of rest."
Yato thought of the days when she talked in her sleep because of insomnia, but that was just because she didn't sleep well, not that serious: "Don't you think you slept too long?"
Yuanzi was stunned again when he asked.
When the gods had thrown me into solitary confinement in a ravine, I hadn't thought about it that way. "But I was really nervous back then. Now that I've relaxed, it's normal to want to sleep!"
After all, she almost married two young masters from medical families, so she had some medical knowledge. "Is this supposed to be... the body's instinct for self-healing?"
Yato held her face in his hands, still saying nothing.
Only after the stylist had finished braiding the six tiny braids hidden in her long hair did Sonoko finally hear his second words.
"Is Yuanzi going out for something?"
Yuanzi uttered a "Hmm?", thinking that the matter was over. She shook her head in front of the mirror and said, "No, I will go to pick up my mother when she comes back tomorrow, but I probably won't be able to get up in the morning, so I'm going to prepare a day in advance."
"That's good."
Before the words fell in his ear, Yuanzi felt a sway in front of his eyes. When he came to his senses, his whole perspective had changed to a state of being suspended outside the window sill!
She subconsciously put her arms around Yato's neck, but before she could ask "why", Yato had already hugged her and jumped over three rooftops in a row.
The whistling sound of the wind passed by her ears, making it difficult for her to open her eyes. Sonoko remained in a dazed posture, and could only see the outline of Yato's jaw from bottom to top, but somehow, she managed to see a bit of his intimidating handsomeness from this almost deadly angle!
It wasn't until her feet touched the ground again that she belatedly asked, "What are you going to do—"
Not far in front of her stood the back door of the Royal Pillar Tower, and next to it was an enclosed elevator that led directly to the underground research center.
"—What?"
Yato: "See a doctor."
Sonoko: "I'm not sick."
Yato turned and stared at her, his eyes were a particularly beautiful blue.
Sonoko: ...
Sonoko: "Okay, you have the final say."
After not seeing each other for a few days, how could Yato become so bitter and resentful? Sonoko pouted and got on the elevator. On the shiny metal wall was projected a picture that was the culmination of the efforts of the stylist and makeup artist: It's a pity that she dressed so beautifully, but in the end she still had to go to the doctor...
Why do we have to come to the Royal Pillar Tower to see a doctor?
Miss Suzuki, who was confused, served as the living password unlocker all the way and was dragged to the last underground floor for unknown reasons. She was faced with a familiar white corridor and an even more familiar laboratory (with □□ function).
Are you going to lock me up?
Although her heart was filled with complaints, she still trusted Yato very much. Everything around her was white, and she felt a little sleepy after looking at it for a long time, as if she had fallen asleep in the blink of an eye. Yuanzi walked a long way in a daze, feeling like a preschool child who was taken to the children's hospital by his parents to treat diarrhea.
From the beginning to the end, even the description of the condition was told by the "parents" to the "doctor", and she was responsible for relying on the parents to distribute the porcelain.
Surprisingly (not surprisingly actually), there was no particularly complicated examination process here, and it mainly relied on metaphysical perception. With the background music that sounded like a shaman dance, Sonoko rested in Yato's arms and took a nap peacefully. When she woke up, it was almost time for the diagnosis results to be announced.
Yuanzi put on a bitter and resentful expression and listened.
——Although it’s a bit annoying, it’s for her own good. In order to prevent Yato from worrying any further, she might as well cooperate with them.
Result: "Your problem is indeed a bit serious."
The person who wrote the diagnosis was an old lady she knew very well. The wrinkles on her face were twisted like a dehydrated sour plum.
Yuanzi listened in confusion for more than a quarter of an hour and roughly understood the "symptoms" that the old lady was talking about.
In short: the timeline is unstable, the cause and effect line is chaotic, and when we catch up with the trip five hundred years ago, we are left with a weak divine body, which is roughly equivalent to the loss of human immunity.
As a result, the small problems that had accumulated before were suddenly turned into big problems.
"What does it mean...that the causal line is confused?"
"It's mainly because of the difference in destiny weight," the old woman said calmly. "The objects involved in your causal lines all have a relatively large weight on your destiny line. These thick lines have all landed on your body. With so many 'points' piled together, the conflict itself is huge. Some causal lines are even chaotic in terms of time."
"Now the causal lines are twisted like a knot. If this continues, it will—
Sonoko: "Destroy the world?"
The old woman shook her head: "Destroy yourself."
"Each causal line connects different points, refers to different people, and leads in different directions. You are the center," the old woman gave a vivid example. "Do you know how the Five Horses Dismemberment Scheme works?"
Suzuki Sonoko swallowed silently.
A quarter of an hour later, at her earnest request, the old lady helped her count on her fingers who were on the causal line.
This calculation is the kind of divination.
Sonoko recalled and asked first, "Does Ebisu count?"
The old lady counted on her fingers for a long time and replied, "I calculated it."
"Does Yato count as well?"
Old lady: "Of course it counts."
Yato, who was standing aside and listening, said "Yeah" with a deadpan expression.
Sonoko: "Guardian gods count, guardian artifacts count... Does Kurone-chan count?"
"Hei Yin-chan," the old lady was startled: "Who is this?"
"Kurosaki Ichigo!"
"He," the old lady said with a tut-tut sound, "he calculated it."
"His mother is a Quincy and a Hollow combined in power, and his father is a Shinigami turned human. The hybrid is quite spiritual. This combination would rank him in the top three even in a shonen manga."
Sonoko thought, if that’s the case, then the second-hand Shikigami Rokudo Mukuro should also be counted?
Who else...
"Does the unlucky little guy count?"
The old lady didn't know who the unlucky little fellow was, nor did she want to continue this conversation which was like a collection of nicknames, so she simply made a fortune on the spot. In addition to the ones that Lord Suzuki himself could roughly match, she also figured out three whose timelines were wrong.
Sonoko looked at the results for a while, thinking that the ones with the wrong timeline should be King Damagura Ye and King Eluo - but who is the third one?
I have no impression...
“Eh—”
Yuanzi was startled: "Please don't scare me, okay? Who did you find?"
The old lady said that there are several more lines on your body that seem to be true but are not, more than she could have imagined: "For example, there is a vampire in here."
She was stunned. Kiryu Zero-kun?
Oh, yes, Yuanzi realized it belatedly and felt guilty: it’s a pity that she is useless now and can’t give him a blessing directly for the time being...
"But the situation is not as serious as His Highness worries."
[This Highness] refers to Yato.
The old lady said, "All the lines in your body are now maintaining a delicate balance, and the situation is actually fine." The conclusion we can draw is, "As long as you don't do anything stupid in the future, it will slowly get better in three to five years."
As long as the divine body recovers its health, resisting this "pull" is not a big deal.
After hearing this, Suzuki Sonoko's mind changed: at least her plan to wear it again to see Shanglong's face had to be put on hold.
But what on earth did the boss do to her? Why would it take her three to five years to recover from a disagreement?
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Miss Suzuki, who suddenly became a seriously ill patient, was very smart (mainly because she was afraid of death). She was transported here by manpower and was fine with the cold wind blowing on her. She even had time to act crazy.
It won’t work when I go back.
She leaned precariously against Yato, humming and sighing, and it looked like she was having difficulty opening her eyes.
When the driver rushed over after hearing the call, Sonoko asked the guardian god to carry her into the car. She was weak and resting her head on Yato's knees all the way. The more he coaxed her, the more excited she became. She didn't know whether she was really sick or it was just a psychological effect.
Anyway, it's okay to feel pain all over.
When I get home in the evening, I feel better only when I eat, but I start to feel sleepy again after dinner.
When she woke up the next day, Sonoko forgot for a moment the sickly setting she had just received yesterday. She excitedly ate three steamed buns and a bowl of ramen, and with a new hairstyle that she had spent more than three hours making yesterday, she rushed to the airport to pick up her mother.
The situation when mother and daughter met seemed much more unfamiliar than usual.
The main reason was that Yuanzi didn’t dare to pick him up immediately.
If a person looks thinner, with appropriate facial contouring to cover it up, she can use weight loss as an excuse, but as soon as Tomoko hugs her waist and shoulders, the fact that she has suddenly lost weight cannot be concealed at all.
This matter cannot be explained, and if you look into it too closely, it will make them worry too much. Yuanzi is now very self-aware and knows that there are some things that really should not be interfered with.
No matter how rich you are, you can't do that.
So she tried hard to act cool, as if she was about to start a family and start a career, and was trying hard to be reliable, and she asked about the family business issues as soon as she opened her mouth.
Anyway, it would be nice if I could skip the hug.
But she actually had limited knowledge of external business. When she asked earnestly, although her posture looked good, in Mrs. Tomoko's eyes, she looked like a child trying hard to imitate adults.
——My daughter is so cute.
Mrs. Tomoko, full of love, patted her head subtly and asked about her recent career.
That is, wedding preparations.
In this regard, Yuanzi had made a lot of preparations for this matter before traveling through time, and he could answer the questions fluently.
"By the way," Mrs. Tomoko said as she finished her conversation, remembering something, and she reminded her, "Sonoko, do you remember that you agreed to try on the wedding dress that Ms. Hitachiin prepared?"
Yuanzi said she remembered.
Mrs. Tomoko: "Did you know she has twin sons? They're pretty good-looking."
Sonoko blinked blankly.
Mrs. Tomoko said she hasn’t seen me for a long time, why do you look a little silly lately?
Yuanzi held it in for a moment, pouted and said, "I'm fine."
She paused for a moment, her mind returning to the chaebol lady's channel, and she thought about the previous topic about the wedding, and suddenly she understood.
She married Emiya Kiritsugu just for work, and her mother mentioned the son of the Hitachiin family... Could it be that she wanted to rely on their family to provide sperm?
Suzuki Tomoko poked her forehead with her backhand and asked, "What are you thinking?" "It's just a normal exchange to develop some mutual affection. If there is a feeling, you can let it go naturally. If not, just consider it as building a friendship."
“There may be cooperation in the near future.”
Yuanzi covered her head with her hands, feeling extremely aggrieved. She thought that the situation in our family was almost a stereotype of the social class. You suddenly mentioned an outstanding boy and emphasized that he was good-looking. Of course I would misunderstand him in this direction!
The specific communication activity seemed to be just shopping for clothes. Ms. Tomoko said that it was just to go shopping in the shopping malls under their company and come back to share their thoughts after looking around.
Mrs. Tomoko said, "Don't panic just because you've never been exposed to it before. Hitachiin's younger brother, Kaoru, also has some talent for design. He'll explain it to you. You don't have to be proficient, but you should have a general understanding. Emiya Kiritsugu will be in charge, but it's our family business, so you must have a good understanding of it."
Sonoko nodded seriously.
Mrs. Tomoko's voice became quieter and quieter, and she just stared at her in silence for a while.
Sonoko touched his face and asked, "What's wrong?"
Mrs. Tomoko shook her head and said, "There's no need to develop goodwill."
Sonoko: “Ah?”
Mrs. Suzuki touched her daughter's long hair and sensitively noticed that her shoulders had become much thinner and the outline of her collarbone seemed to have become clearer, but fortunately, she did not think too much about it.
After all, Suzuki Sonoko was a person who "could not withstand great adversity". When she was in adolescence, she suddenly learned that she would inherit the family business. She was so worried that she developed ulcers and lost her hair, suffered from neurasthenia and stomach problems. It was precisely because of this that her parents started to consider a son-in-law without much hesitation. Now seeing that she had lost a lot of weight, Mrs. Tomoko almost immediately thought of the symptoms of her mental stress and regret.
She just had a poor appetite and lost weight, which was something to be thankful for (she had read her daughter's quarterly physical examination reports, so she was not worried that it was a serious illness).
It is known that I have a daughter with a history of mental retardation. She seems to be nervous about the matter of [getting married]. Question: Should I force her to continue working?
In the Suzuki family, the answer is definitely no.
So Mrs. Suzuki said, "We probably have to meet." She remembered how good-looking the Hitachiin twins were, and how Sonoko had always loved playing with good-looking boys. "But there's no need to try to please them. Just think of yourself as relaxing with the pretty boys. Don't worry about anything else. If you're angry or tired, just come back. Don't worry about what they think. Having fun is the most important thing."
As for what happens next...
Apologize, make concessions, and work hard for cooperation. Pengzi looked at his daughter's thinner face, and she and her father were still there.
On the other side, Miss Suzuki Sonoko did not understand the painstaking effort behind her mother's two changes of heart. Instead, she was ready to go to work with high morale.
Work, what a beautiful word, it can fill up leisure time, make people forget pain, immune to the instinct of daydreaming, and also meet a beautiful boy to accompany them——
——Suzuki Sonoko is now very sure that shopping with handsome boys will definitely help her regain the happy feeling of the blind date in the past!
She did this!
The author has something to say: Maori’s eldest cousin, his real name is Maori Kiri.
There might be more later...
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