Class is very important, but it is not the only important thing. When that person's ability reaches a certain level, the weight of the standard of class can be appropriately reduced.
In the eyes of Mr. Hatoyama, the boy is not only capable, but also loves to learn, and has an extraordinary character at a young age.
This is a rare good seedling. It would be a pity to only be my granddaughter’s friend. Come be my grandson-in-law.
Mr. Hatoyama intends to train the boy to be his successor in the police force.
So, after another two years of secret observation, the old man finally confirmed his idea and mentioned the matter to the boy and Hatoyama Keiko.
This process went smoothly. There was no heartbreaking or earth-shattering love process between the boy and Hatoyama Keiko, but everything happened naturally. Therefore, as soon as Mr. Hatoyama mentioned this matter, the two of them immediately agreed. .
At that time, three years after the boy's mother was killed, everything was moving in a good direction again.
However, under the calm water, Hatoyama Keiko was vaguely aware of the turbulent undercurrents.
"..."
[Xiaoqing is becoming more and more attached to me. 】
[This should have changed after my mother was killed three years ago. 】
Sitting at the table in her room, twenty-year-old Keiko Hatoyama wrote this in a thick notebook with a pen in her hand.
Compared to her a few years ago, her complexion is fairer now, and there is a faint hint of morbidity in it.
And her expression at the moment was quite solemn and worried.
【I'm a little scared. 】
What she was afraid of was not the boy's feelings for her, but the tragedy that would most likely happen in a few years.
Precisely because she knew the boy too well, and precisely because the boy became more and more emotionally attached to her, Hatoyama Keiko became more and more worried.
[My physical condition has not improved yet, and is even slowly declining. 】
She slowly wrote this line on the paper.
[Although the doctors all said that everything is still under control and things will definitely get better in the future. 】
[But how could I not be clear about my body? 】
[I have already clearly felt that my current physical condition is not even comparable to that of Keiko Hatoyama who would run out every day and run wild a few years ago. 】
[In this world, some people are born with suffering. I am not the only one like this, so I have never complained about it. 】
[My fate is like a mayfly. When I was very young, I was relieved. I tried my best to live my every day and treat everyone around me well. This is the life I want. 】
[It’s just that, even so, I gradually have someone in my heart that I can’t let go of. 】
In her mind, the boy's figure reappeared, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of Hatoyama Keiko's mouth.
[On the day my grandpa proposed our engagement, I told him this secret that I had never told him before. 】
[I told Xiaoqing that my health is very poor and has been very poor since childhood, so I hope that we can get engaged now and wait a few years until my health improves before we can get married. 】
[Xiao Qing agreed. He didn’t even hesitate. Although I had never mentioned my physical condition before, he seemed to have heard about it. 】
[He is always like this, as long as it is what I say, he will listen no matter what it is, which makes me feel even more guilty. 】
[Because, I actually lied to Xiaoqing. What he doesn’t know yet is that my health will probably never get better...]
【I……】
【I……】
Pen, wrote this word on the paper several times in a row, Hatoyama Keiko just looked down at the paper blankly, until the tears dripping from the corners of her eyes wet it, she seemed to finally have the courage to pick up the pen again. courage.
[I don’t want him to do something stupid because of my premature departure. 】
At that time, Hatoyama Keiko resented her own body for the first time in her life.
Why is my body like this?
This was the first time she felt this emotion in her heart.
If not, she wouldn't have to tell that lie, she could even shout to the whole world with her loudest voice that she found a boy who loved her to the core, and she herself was the same.
This was a scene that had appeared in her dreams countless times, but only in dreams.
Three years ago, she could still face her misfortune calmly without any worries. Although she and the boy already knew each other's thoughts at that time, Hatoyama Keiko also understood that the boy had both his mother and her in his heart. Two people.
Even if she dies, as long as the boy's mother is still there, no matter how grief-stricken the boy is, he will never do such a stupid thing as wanting to accompany her.
However, the boy's mother has been killed...
Half of Hatoyama Keiko's shock and panic when she learned the news was because of the incident itself, and the other half was due to her endless worries about the boy's future.
Her fate was like a drop in the bucket, and she had already foreseen at that moment that if no changes were made, the desperate and helpless look on the boy's face would definitely appear again in the not-too-distant future.
And that time may also be the boy's last time...
Keiko Hatoyama knows all this...
She knew that maybe she should alienate the boy, gradually remove herself from him, so that the boy could gradually let go of her, and let them gradually become irrelevant passers-by... Perhaps only in this way, Hatoyama Keiko could ensure that she would remain in her life When the final moment comes, the boy will not do anything stupid because of it.
But she couldn't do it.
Just as she understood the boy incomparably, the boy also understood her incomparably. Hatoyama Keiko was not sure that she could do this without the boy noticing.
Moreover, she was unwilling to do so.
Because she is also a person who can't let go...
[I never expected that I would make such a mistake in the end, despite my quiet heart since I was a child...]
The bitter smile on her face became even worse, and Keiko Hatoyama wrote this line helplessly.
At this moment, a trace of regret suddenly appeared in her heart.
She suddenly thought, if...if she had never met a boy, would none of this happen now? Will she no longer have to suffer like this?
This thought was like venom, trying to spread crazily in her heart as soon as it emerged.
But in just a moment, Keiko Hatoyama put an end to this thought with her own hands.
Her eyes were clear and firm, and she wrote that sentence on the paper with unquestionable momentum.
【I will never regret it. 】
[The day I rushed out of home to stop him was the most willing choice I had ever made in my life. Cowardice could not defeat my feelings for him. It was the same way before, it is the same now, and it will be the same in the future. 】
She is not cowardly enough yet.
【I will definitely save him. 】
ψ(｀)ψ
(End of chapter)
