Tokyo host

Chapter 347 Letter

The dilapidated courtyard is located at the corner of the street. The small houses are almost all made of iron plates and wood—perhaps because of the proximity to the sea, the iron plates are full of rusty color, even the brown rust It's hard not to wonder if a light touch will drop slag.

This is Makoto Futaba and Sachiko Nagasaka, arriving at the place after an hour's drive.

Obviously Futaba Makoto didn't know where this was, but at the same time it wasn't such an important thing.

"This is where your grandma lived before she died?" Futaba Cheng asked.

"Well, yes." Sachiko Nagasaka took out a key and opened the door in the yard.

Because there was no one to take care of it, the small courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and even the stone brick road was submerged. Futaba Makoto could feel the rustling sound of the grass rubbing against his trouser legs every time he took a step forward.

"Hasn't anyone taken care of this place for a long time?"

"Yes, since grandma passed away, we rarely come back here." Sachiko Nagasaka explained.

After opening the door, Makoto Futaba and the others walked in.

Most of the things inside have been emptied, and the tatami mats are also dusty and yellowish brown. At this time, the air is filled with a stale smell.

"Ahem." Perhaps it was because of the heavy dust inside that Futaba Cheng couldn't help coughing.

"It's okay, Futaba-san."

"Ah, it's okay." Makoto Futaba shook his head, and then asked, "Everything here seems to be empty, why did you bring me here?"

Sachiko Nagasaka tipped her toes with her hands behind her back: "Well...it was indeed evacuated, but there is a place that has been well preserved."

"where?"

"follow me."

Following the girl, Makoto Futaba and Sachiko Nagasaka came to a room on the second floor and stopped.

After Futaba Makoto glanced at Nagasaka Sachiko, he stretched out his hand and opened the door——

What came into view was a window, and outside the window was a seaside scenery, the sun shone on the sea, and the surging waves sparkled.

"The scenery is so beautiful." Makoto Futaba said.

"Yes."

Futaba Makoto withdrew his attention, then moved his eyes and stayed on the wooden bookcase beside him.

"This is."

Makoto Futaba saw the familiar envelope inside through the glass, and he stretched out his hand to open it, only to notice that the bookcase was full of envelopes.

They were all sorted out and placed inside, row after row, a rough estimate could not even be too large and exact.

"Could it be that these letters were all written by your grandma?" Makoto Futaba couldn't believe it.

"Well, there are thousands of letters."

"And there are still letters that haven't been sent." Makoto Futaba picked up one casually, and asked, "Can I have a look?"

"can."

Makoto Futaba took it apart, and the familiar font appeared in front of his eyes——

【Greetings from Jiushu, Futaba】

[Unfortunately, I still haven't mustered up the courage to deliver this letter to you, even though I put a stamp on every letter]

【During these years after being separated from you, I finally understand that you are free】

【It doesn't belong to me, nor does it belong to them】

【A swordsman who is as chic as the wind】

【I can't catch it】

[If I can be as free and easy as you, maybe the result will be different? 】

【Chiko】

【2000.12.11】

Makoto Futaba opened another letter, and the words and sentences in each letter contained the deep emotions of its owner.

It also made his mood mixed.

Grandpa, how many women have he failed?

How can a woman love him so deeply.

"Speaking of which, Nagasaka-san." Futaba Makoto turned his head.

"what?"

"Does your grandpa have any objections to your grandma writing a letter like this?" Makoto Futaba asked.

Sachiko Nagasaka shook her head, "My father is a child adopted by grandma, so..."

Hearing this, Futaba Makoto's lips moved, but he didn't say anything after all.

He slowly packed up the envelope, and then continued to observe the room. Apart from the envelope, there were actually something similar to a photo album.

Opening the album, there are old photos in it, reflecting the figure of an old woman. "

It was an old man with a dignified appearance. Although he was wearing simple clothes, his temperament was not like that of ordinary people.

"That's your grandma?"

"Well, she's a coward."

"Is it really okay to say that about my grandma?"

Nagasaka Sachiko smiled faintly: "That's what grandma used to say about herself. She was too timid to send letters, too timid to meet the people she missed."

"But she raised my father alone. No matter how tiring life was, she did not escape, but she was emotionally afraid."

"Even before leaving, when the consciousness was blurred, the name in his mouth was still the name Futaba."

Nagasaka Sachiko shook her head: "That's why I chose to send this letter. At the very least, I want your grandpa to know my grandma's feelings."

"Whether he cares or not."

"My grandfather has passed away." Makoto Futaba said.

"So that's how it is." Sachiko Nagasaka didn't show much surprise, but just hummed lightly.

Perhaps, this matter has long been unimportant.

Futaba Makoto seems to be able to see that a woman misses the person he loves and finds time to write letters for him every few days.

Maybe she wandered back and forth in front of the mailbox countless times, but after all, she still didn't have the courage to put the letter in.

The letters piled up, but the feelings were not wiped out.

The intensity of emotion is moving.

Futaba Makoto sighed.

"Why are you sighing?" Sachiko Nagasaka asked.

"It's okay, I just think my grandpa seems to be too much." Makoto Futaba smiled, "I'm still thinking about it, so let me apologize."

"I don't know what happened to my grandma, so I chose to escape." Sachiko Nagasaka shook her head,
"However, the things between them do not require our future generations to be responsible, or even to blame for who."

"Too."

Makoto Futaba stood up.

He said: "I remember, you seem to be going to Xiao Xiong to pay homage to your grandma?"

"Well, I did go to pay my respects to grandma."

"So." Futaba Makoto thought for a while, the cemetery in Kokumacho...

Ok……

It should be impossible...

……

……

"Impossible, right?"

Kokuma Town, Kokuma Cemetery.

Futaba Makoto looked at the stele in front of him, slightly surprised: "It's actually here."

On the epitaph, the ring name, common name and age are clearly engraved.

【Tomoko Nagasaka】

Nagasaka Sachiko's grandmother's name.

And right next to it is——

"Unbelievable." Standing in front of another tombstone, Nagasaka Sachiko also said with a shocked expression, "Your grandfather was also buried here?"

Futaba Makoto's grandfather and Nagasaka Sachiko's grandmother were buried in the same place by coincidence!
"It can only be said...it's some kind of coincidence." Futaba Makoto noticed that the time of his grandfather's death was less than a few days away from Nagasaka Sachiko's grandmother.

Came to his grandfather's stele.

Makoto Futaba bent down and pressed a letter under the stone.

"Grandpa, please read this letter 20 years late, accompanied by Grandma Tomoko."

"What an exaggerated guy." Makoto Futaba said.

(End of this chapter)