Sato watched Genya walk out of the ward, watching the door of the ward fall back along the inertia and then close, and there was even a hint of melancholy in his heart.
After all, what happened a month ago was really surprising. No one thought that this young man who came to his workshop covered in mud and a little embarrassed would complete it in just one month. A shocking counterattack, from a very down-and-out ordinary person to the leader of a Yakuza organization.
Moreover, Yuan Ye did a very good job, not like an underage young man at all, but like a very experienced professional.
Sato recalled carefully and realized that Yuanye was very calm when he first arrived at his workshop. He even looked at the ordinary knife produced by the assembly line with great interest and the craftsmanship was not excellent.
Thinking about it now, these are all manifestations of Genya's big heart. Now Sato looks at it from a God's perspective, and the more he thinks about it, the more he feels that this young man has already shown his extraordinary ability at that time, and there is a reason why he has achieved this kind of achievement now.
But this is just an afterthought. Sato doesn't know whether Genya didn't know the dangers of gladiatorial combat at that time, or whether he really acted calmly in the face of danger. Sato's current view is just a self-awareness imposed after Genya's success. He himself didn't know whether it was true or not, or whether it was beautified by his current impression.
But in any case, what Genye showed now was completely beyond his expectation, which gave Sato a strong feeling of "the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead". Although he didn't want to admit it, this kind of Feelings were also one of the reasons why he had the idea of retiring and wanted to run away.
"Do you still hate me?" Sato sighed and turned his gaze back to Hoshino Shiori, "If you tell the truth."
"Not at all." Hoshino Shiori was stunned for a moment. Although he didn't expect Sato to ask this question, he still answered seriously.
"Really?" Sato was silent for a while and then asked, "Then do you think Yuko still hates me?"
"I'm not sure." Hoshino Shiori thought for a while, decided it would be better to give a positive answer, and said vaguely.
"Really?" Sato continued to ask.
"Maybe." Although Hoshino Shiori was a little confused, she still said it bravely.
"Really?" Sato repeated again, opening and closing his lips. Now he looks like an old man who is nearly a hundred years old.
In the end, Sato chose to look directly into Shiori Hoshino's eyes and asked again: "Do you really not hate me?"
Hoshino Shiori was stared at straightly. She didn't know why, and even felt a little bit hairy, but she still forced herself to calm down and replied: "Really."
"Really?" Sato repeated the word again in a third tone. He had already gotten the answer from Hoshino Shiori's eyes, which was a little frustrating. "But it's not unexpected. Rather, it should be so. "
Hoshino Shiori looked at Sato who was saying something incomprehensible and didn't know what to say.
Silence fell between the two of them, seeming to make the temperature in the ward drop a bit.
Finally, it was Sato who took the initiative to break the silence: "If we don't talk about this anymore, it's meaningless."
"What do you think of Yuanye?" Sato suddenly changed the subject and asked.
"No matter how you look at it, it's him." Hoshino Shiori's consciousness "went offline" for a moment, and she hurriedly explained after coming back to her senses.
"It's not about what you think of him as a person. Everyone has their own very subjective answer to this question." Sato shook his head and said, "It's about what you think...the distance between you and him?"
"..." Hoshino Shiori was stunned for a moment. She seemed to understand why Sato asked this question, but she was still a little afraid of saying the answer from her own mouth.
In Hoshino Shiori's perception, silence came to the ward again. This time the silence was like a mountain, squeezing her not-so-rich chest, making her breathless.
"That guy, that guy..." It seemed that this silence overwhelmed Hoshino Shiori. She said in a complaining tone, as if she was venting her anger, "That guy is obviously standing next to you. But it feels like the bright moon in the sky is as far out of reach.”
"Obviously I have tried hard to understand him, but he seems to hide all his thoughts in the deep night sky, making it difficult for people to see clearly." Hoshino Shiori continued to complain, "He doesn't look like a mature person at all. Being a minor gives people a feeling of being close yet distant, and I even feel that he doesn’t really trust anyone at all.”
"Does it look like the moon to you?" Sato laughed when he saw his granddaughter's reaction, "What a strange view."
"Grandpa, what are you laughing at?" Hoshino Shiori looked at Sato who narrowed his eyes and smiled evilly, and asked loudly.
"Okay, okay, no more joking." Sato restrained his smile, "From my own point of view, Genya is like the sun. He is out of place in this extreme world, but he really exudes My own light and heat.”
"But it seems to be completely different for you. When he gets along with you, he takes the initiative to restrain his light and heat, and only makes you feel that you are out of reach." Sato said inexplicable words, "This can be considered a good thing. , after all, landing on the sun and landing on the moon are two completely different difficulties."
"But even so, this is a very difficult thing. After all, no one knows whether he will be a loser who falls in the process or a winner who will finally reach the unreachable full moon." Sato continued to type. He seemed to feel that it would be a very shameful thing to tell the story to his granddaughter.
"But even so." Hoshino Shiori had completely understood the content of Sato's riddle, and interrupted her grandfather with a rare force, "But even so, I want to give it a try."
"Even if you hit your head and bleed?"
"He is a gentle person, just like water. People will never break their heads and bleed when they hit him."
"Hahaha." When Sato heard Hoshino Shiori's answer, he looked at his granddaughter in surprise, and then suddenly laughed out loud, "Has it reached this level? Then it seems that my worries are completely unnecessary. ”
"However, we still look alike." Sato looked at Hoshino Shiori's face and sighed again, "You and your father."
"My father and I have a father-daughter relationship, so it's not surprising that we look alike." Hoshino Shiori subconsciously touched her face, feeling a little confused.
"No, I'm not that, but it doesn't matter." Sato returned to normal, shook his head, and took out an envelope.
