anime fever

Time went back to the moment when Ichiro was imprisoned in the warehouse. In the cold and dark room, the air was a bit humid, surrounded by piles of sundries, and a thick layer of dust piled under his feet.

The sound of the waves is faint, and the light is dim.Ichiro pursed his lips, his eyes were helpless and absent-minded. He supported his face with his hands in pain. What he was thinking and reading in his head was not whether he would lose his freedom at the moment when the cruise ship approached Tokyo.. ....

Ever since he was a child, Ichiro has never had room for another girl in his heart. In his heart, there is always a figure who is the most beautiful and touching, and that is Xia Jiang who gets along day and night and is considerate.

It was her in his eyes, it was her that he heard, and it was her that appeared in his heart. At this moment, what lingered in his head was still the woman he had never had in more than 20 years.

"Xia Jiang." Ichiro scratched his hair, thinking of the days when she was not married and he talked and laughed with her in the warehouse.

"Ichiro, your painting skills are so good, you must be able to become a well-known artist in China." In the memory, during the time when Ichiro didn't communicate with anyone easily, Xia Jiang, who was wearing a long skirt, commented with a smile that he never Like paintings shown by outsiders.

Ichiro looked at Xia Jiang in surprise: "You said I draw very well?"

"Well, it's amazing. I have never been good at anything since I was a child, including painting, so I especially envy others who have talents in art. So Ichiro, you have to work hard and become the most powerful master in our Banner family! "Xia Jiang said.

Ichiro was a little skeptical and self-deprecating: "But my grandfather said that I am not doing my job properly, and my parents have never really seen what I draw."

"Grandpa is an old antique, he won't understand your works. With me here, you can continue to draw, and I will appreciate your works for the first time, okay?"

Ichiro never forgot that in his life, apart from family struggles and persecution, for the first time, there was a surge of power that could warm his heart.

Xia Jiang looked at Ichiro: "Sometimes, we feel exhausted, because in this big family, apart from interests, there is also the struggle for inheritance rights."

"I don't really care." Ichiro answered her very simply.

Xia Jiang smiled: "Actually, I don't care, so I don't feel alienated and strange when I'm with you."

"I plan to spend more time on art, because managing the family and running a business is not something I like." Ichiro looked at her.

Xia Jiang smiled and nodded: "If you go to a beautiful place to collect folk songs, you must call me."

"Well, sure." Ichiro grinned at her without hesitation.

Ichiro and Xia Jiang were a very good couple in the Banner family when they were young. Ichiro gradually fell in love with Xia Jiang, but his introversion made him say those three words very late.

Until one day, Xia Jiang appeared in the courtyard of the Banner family holding the hand of a strange man, and greeted him with a smile.

In the warehouse, Ichiro's eyelids blinked, and his eyes were moist. The bitter memories made him feel that he sat here in failure and said those three words one step later than that bastard.

"This is my boyfriend, Xiao Wu."

Xia Jiang smiled like a spring breeze as usual, but she introduced another man in front of her.

Ichiro's expression was stiff, and he shook hands with Xiaowu dully. He didn't listen to anything, but just stared blankly at the back of the two of them, and gradually walked towards Grandpa's living room.

"Xia Jiang, shall we go collect wind?"

"Ichiro, another day, I have an appointment with Xiaowu today."

In his portfolio, he kept his most satisfying work, a sketch that vividly portrayed Xia Jiang's image. He had always wanted to find a chance to give it to Xia Jiang, but whenever the name Xiao Wu came out of her mouth, it would make him Stop thinking.

Half a month before boarding this cruise ship.

"Xia Jiang is getting married?" Knowing the news from his parents, Ichiro locked himself in the room and cried in pain. No one ever cared about his feelings.

Suffering, pain, the woman who really understands his feelings will become someone else's bride.

"You are a bastard who is not doing business properly. You have no future at all. How can you be worthy of Xiajiang?" Banzo Banzo looked at the courageous Ichiro with disdainful eyes.

"Give up! It's already a fact that Xia Jiang and Xiao Wu are married. Take back your naive thoughts."

Ichiro opened his eyes wide, and with a splitting headache, he rushed out of Izumi's study in pain.He once wanted to be the art master who brought honor to the Banner family in Xia Jiangkou, but in the mouth of his grandfather, he was nothing, completely unworthy of Xia Jiang's trash.

Xia Jiang and Xiao Wu's wedding was held on the island where the ancestors of the Banner family were enshrined, and Ichiro stayed in his room and did not appear.

On the cruise ship back, seeing Xiao Wu and Xia Jiang's sweet appearance, Ichiro suppressed all the pain and discomfort. He always wanted to express his love with a brush, but he never found the opportunity.. ....

"You're drawing such ghostly things again." Izumi snorted coldly, snatched the portfolio from Ichiro's hand, and tore it to pieces in front of him.

Clenching his hands tightly, letting his breathing become heavy in the warehouse, Ichiro recalled how he felt when he killed Izumizo, it was not fear, not fear, but excitement!

"Stinky boy, it is a fact that Xiao Wu and Xia Jiang have become husband and wife, you should take back your thoughts and continue to be a parasite of our banner family!"

"Damn it!" Ichiro pierced Izuzo's chest fiercely with the blade, stabbing very hard, as if breaking many things in an instant.

Although the surroundings were so quiet that the sound of the waves could be heard in his ears, Ichiro could still feel his own heartbeat, and he seemed to be free from all scruples.

"Ichiro!" Just as he closed his eyes to recall, a familiar voice came from outside the warehouse door.

Ichiro was a little startled, the voice was his mother Mariko.

"Crack." With the sporadic turning of the lock, the closed iron door of the warehouse was pushed open, and it was really his mother.

Mariko looked at his son nervously: "Ichiro, after this cruise ship docks, they will send you to the police to be imprisoned. There is a yacht for escape in the rescue cabin. Get out of here quickly."

(The third watch will be delivered.)

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