"Nisan Temple." The little girl stood timidly at the door, raised her head to see, but she didn't dare to look at Kitakawaji, so she could only scream softly.

"Yes." Kitagawaji nodded and raised the Kanto Cook in his hand, "I was a little hungry just now. Eri, do you want to eat something?"

"No, no need. I just heard the door and there was movement at the door, so I went downstairs to take a look. Good night, Temple Nissan."

The little girl bowed deeply to Kitakawaji Temple, and after finishing, she ran upstairs like a frightened little mouse.

Looking at the other party's back as he climbed upstairs, Kitakawaji looked calm and closed the door calmly before entering the living room.

In the living room, a middle-aged man with gentle and pale cheeks was looking at Kitagawa Temple with big strides.

"Ta, how many times have you told you, don't go out so late, what's the scare of Eri? You are your brother, you must protect Eri." The middle-aged man knocked on the table in front of him and said in a half-reproachful tone.

The middle-aged man sitting at the table is Kitagawa Temple's father, Kenichi Kitagawa.

"I understand, I won't be like this in the future." Kitagawaji wiped the tabletop with a rag, and then took out the still steaming Kanto Cook:

"Do you want to eat?"

"Ah, Guandong cooked, I like this one the most."

Ken Kitagawa smiled.

"Yes." Kitagawaji responded softly and put down Kanto.

"Although it's winter vacation recently, you can't relax. You have to complete all the homework you should complete. Remember to take Eri to New Year's greetings when you have time."

"Okay." These are just small things, so Kitagawaji has to agree.

But Kenichi Kitakawa was like a little girl, and he had to nag Kitakawa Temple for all kinds of things. After answering a few more times, he stopped responding, and turned his back and listened quietly to the other party.

The other party's words are basically some common words when parents talk about them when they are separated. Remember to cover the quilt, eat and eat regularly, the temperature drops sharply, and add clothes.

Kitakawaji listened carefully.

Suddenly, Kenichi Kitagawa's voice stopped.

"Shisattva."

"Hmm?" Kitakawaji listened to the call behind him, and his movement of opening the spirit niche was also stagnant.

"I'll ask you in this family in the future."

""

"I'm sorry, dad is so useless." Kenichi Kitagawa's voice gradually blurred.

""

"I'm really sorry for you in the past few years, thank you for your hard work."

“I never felt it was hard.”

After being silent for a long time, Kitakawaji finally spoke, and his expression was still calm.

This is the truth. Although my predecessor was confused and sad, I never felt that I had worked hard.

"Actually, I still have a lot to say, but there is not enough time."

Ken Kitagawa shed tears as he spoke, and couldn't stop crying.

He only hopes that time will be slower, slower, slower, and let him say a few more words

"I, I love you"

Kenichi Kitagawa's voice gradually elongated, circling, tearing and disappearing.

Kitakawaji took a deep breath and raised his hand to open the small spiritual niche.

Above the niche is a black and white photo. In the photo, Kenichi Kitagawa smiles gently, just like before.

The Kanto boiled pot is placed next to the spiritual niche, and there is a little heat, making people's index fingers activate.

This is Kenichi Kitagawa's favorite food.

After looking at Kenichi Kitagawa for a few minutes, Kitagawa Temple took out the often wiped chime, took a fine hammer, and tapped it.

Zheng

After a burst of Sanskrit, Kitakawaji inserted the incense lit in his hand into the incense burner, closing his eyes and concentrating his mind.

A few years ago, Kenichi Kitagawa died in a traffic accident. The Kitagawa family received a large amount of compensation, but also lost the pillars of the family. Perhaps it was from that day that Kenichi Kitagawa had been waiting by the spiritual niche and quietly guarding the family.

The upside down woman on the ceiling, the ghosts beside the mirror of the sink, and the squirming meat pieces at the dining table have never hurt Kitagawa Eri and Kitagawa Temple, which should have been his efforts.

Some people often complain about their parents, thinking that their parents care about everything and they have no freedom.

But time goes too fast. Often, when you don’t pay attention, the sounds that often disappear in your ears have disappeared without realizing it.

Son, I want to support my parents but I don’t want to wait for them.

Kitakawaji sat quietly on the cushion, without any sound.

Temple Nissan

At some point, Kitagawa Eri, who had returned, was hiding by the living room door with a complicated face, secretly staring at Kitagawa Temple.

She sighed deeply.

Since Kenichi Kitagawa passed away, Kitagawa Temple, which had not talked too much, has become even more silent. In addition, his mother is very busy with her designers abroad, so she has not noticed the changes in Kitagawa Temple.

This change continued until high school, and Kitakawaji's situation became worse. He was gloomy all day long, silent and didn't know what he was thinking. Even her sister couldn't say a few words to Kitakawaji.

Under such circumstances, Kitagawa Eri dared not touch Kitagawa Temple's bad temper. When he saw him, he would retreat three points and be extremely well-behaved.

But they are always blood-connected brothers and sisters. Kitagawa Temple is sad, so she will also worry about it.

But recently, Kitakawaji Temple has somehow been around, and she will take the initiative to say hello when she sees her and will take the initiative to help with housework.

It gives people the feeling that they have suddenly changed their individuals. The other person is less gloomy and has a unique feeling of youth coldness.

While Kitagawa Eri was thinking about these things, Kitagawa Temple, who was originally sitting quietly, suddenly opened its eyes and looked around.

"Eri, are you free tomorrow morning? If you have time, we will go to New Year's greeting tomorrow."

"Hey?" Kitagawa Eri widened her eyes, and she didn't expect Kitagawa Temple to say this.

"My father died of a traffic accident a few years ago, and no matter how much sadness is, it should have passed."

The voice of Kitakawaji is still stable.

"The Beichuan family has you, me, and mother. The Beichuan family has not collapsed yet."

Regardless of the stunned and stupid look at Kitagawa Eri, Bai Fan just turned around silently and lit a long bouquet of incense again.

Where will a person go when he dies?

Kitakawaji is not clear.

But those who are blindly immersed in the sadness of the past cannot move their steps again, just like their predecessors.

Kitakawa Temple promised that Ken Kitakawa would take on the Kitakawa family, then he would have to do it.

In life, there are always one or two agreements that cannot be violated.

That being the case, start with the New Year's visit.

"I have time tomorrow!" Looking at Kitagawaji's figure sitting in front of the spirit niche, Kitagawa Eri felt that something seemed to be touched. She clenched her fists hard and offered an invitation for the first time.

"Shi Nissan, let's go to New Year's Day together tomorrow!"

"Um."

Kitagawa Temple nodded after hearing Kitagawa Eri's answer. He looked up at the slight smoke lingering upwards.
Chapter completed!