The parents were separated, and the self, who once thought he was a "pornished daughter", was also left alone in Tokyo, with no one at all concerned.

Relatives, friends, teachers, and people I knew before also rejected her as a plague.

All are different.

Shiina Iori noticed Chiho's expression but didn't say much.

The happiness of the happy people is generally the same, but the misfortune of the unfortunate people is always strange.

Even though he had experienced difficult days, he dared not say that he could share the same emotions as Chiho. Any words of self-comfort might have some reaction.

Suffering can only be overcome by oneself.

I took the bus along the subway to Nantuyu. There were only two nearby commercial streets. Further north, I basically built a low residential residential area built in the last century. There were several courtyards in the middle, and there were rental houses.

The two knocked on the door and searched through the street, searching for three or four residences, and finally found the house where Aoba Ryohei is now.

It was the fourth room on the second floor of a three-story old rental house. It looked only seven or eight stacks. It was a single room with kitchen and bathrooms and bedrooms. The washing machine was also lying in the corridor. The door sign was slanted with a 'Xiaoye' sign, and the iron edges were already rusted.

Shiina Iori took the lead and knocked on the door.

The door was not very strong. Just by knocking it gently, you could hear the creaking sound of the poor wood silk inside, for fear that it would be pushed down accidentally.

There are also some stains of shape on the edges of the wall.

"Moshimosi?"

"Is Mr. Aoye at home?"

Beside him, Aoba Chiho also seemed to be pinching the corner of his clothes nervously.

"Moshimosi--?"

Shiina Iori knocked for a while, but didn't hear any response in the room.

After standing there for a while, he found a slightly closest place to the window. The blinds inside were pulled down and he could not see the scene inside, so he had to stick them over and listen.

After listening for a while, I realized that what was coming from inside was the heavy snoring of a man.

Noting that there was indeed someone, Shiina Iori then turned to the door and slapped the door more quickly.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong--"

"Mr. Aiye, are you at home?"

It seemed that because of the tone, the snoring inside was finally interrupted, and the man's impatient muttering came. He walked to the door in a daze with heavy steps and opened the door irritably:

"Who..."

As soon as the door opened, what was revealed was a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of face, a beard that was unshaven, and a bit fat and deformed.

However, through the other party's bone shape that still has some edges and edges after being obese, it can vaguely tell the handsome appearance of a man when he was young.

His eyes were sleepy and wide open with bloodshot eyes, and his eyes were obviously blurred after waking up.

The moment his eyes fell on Aiba Chiho, he was stunned.

"Bang--"

The door suddenly closed.

"roll!"

"I don't know you!"

However, he did not notice that a sneaker was stuffed into the cracks of the door that he suddenly fell on.

"hiss--"

Shiina Iori, who was pinched to her feet, took a breath.

However, the physical fitness of an ordinary person is twice that of an ordinary person, and he is not a vegetarian. He pressed the door on the other party with one hand and pushed it open, revealing the man's face of being furious and panicked in the middle.

Shiina Iori smiled.

"Mr. Aiba, right?"

"Don't worry."

"I am your daughter's boyfriend. I'm here today and I just want to ask you about some things."

As he said, he picked up the cold "soup gift" in his hand and shook it.

"Just half an hour."

"It doesn't matter anyway, right?"

Seeing the door that was pressed by his whole body by the other party, Aoba Ryohei subconsciously swallowed.

Turning his head again, he looked at the girl beside him who looked at him with a complicated look.

He finally felt relieved, let go of the door, and said in a muffled voice:

“...just half an hour.”

"certainly."

......

After entering the room, the interior decoration was indeed as Shiina Iori expected, it was a narrow room with a size of only seven stacks (about ten square meters). The sink on the left was used to wash vegetables and hands. There were wine bottles piled up in the corner, cigarette butts tied into hedgehogs and unpublished domestic garbage. A wrinkled mattress with a smell of rotten smell was spread on the tatami in the middle.

Only a pretty well-kept guitar is placed in the corner.

Although it is almost autumn and in Yamagata Prefecture, the temperature is not very high, this narrow room still gives people a sense of plum rainy season.

When I turned my head and looked over to the bathroom, I realized that wet clothes and shorts were still hanging inside.

Just by turning on the exhaust fan a little, the whole room was full of turmoil.

It seemed to have noticed Shiina Iori's gaze. Aiba Ryohei drooped his eyebrows without saying a word, and did not look at his daughter. He sat cross-legged on the mattress with a frown:

"What? Are you here to make a joke?"

"I've seen it now, right? Can you leave?"

The voice was dull and depressing, with a bit of irritability.

Upon hearing this, Aiba Chiho pursed her lips, but suddenly there was a sharp contrast, which made her unable to correspond to the tall, thin, and cold and old-fashioned father she remembered.

Unconsciously holding the phone tightly.

Shiina Iori just laughed when she heard this, intentionally or unintentionally blocking Chiho, her voice was dull: "Sorry, we are not so bored, and we don't have any interest in your current or future life."

"The reason I came here is because your daughter is unfortunate. She worked hard and went to college independently. After entering the music circle, she was implicated because of your old story, but she was helpless and didn't even know who she offended."

"So, I can only ask you."

“…”

Aiba Ryohei raised his head when he heard this, but as if he hadn't heard Shiina Iori's words, he looked at Chiho standing behind him:

"What? Will you just let your man speak for your help?"

"It seems that my previous family education was really a failure. I was also learning violin. I was so stupid as to learn newbie..."

The moment he heard this, Chiho suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his eyes trembled with a strong emotion that he didn't know how to describe it.

"Ba"

However, before he could finish his words, a crisp and loud slap was suddenly heard on the fat face.

Aiba Ryohei's ears were buzzing, and his mind was a little confused.

Aiba Ryohei was stunned by the slap.

"You guys-!?"

When he realized his reaction, he immediately stood up in anger and wanted to push him.

But before he stood up clumsyly, his collar was held into his hand by Iori, and he lifted his entire fat body with one hand, and the inferior clothes made a rippling sound of difficulty and squeaking.

"Wooah!"

Hearing the crisp sound, Miss Chiho suddenly came to her senses and subconsciously hugged Iori's arm.

Aiba Ryohei seemed to be frightened by the huge force, and the two looked at each other at such a close distance.

Shiina Iori slapped him in the face, but it seemed that nothing had happened before, with a kind smile on her face.

He first patted Chiho on the back with a little comfort, then turned to look at Aoba Ryohei.

Chiho still grabbed his sleeve with some anxiety.

Iori stared at the man in his hand, the smile on his face was very friendly, probably fascinating many girls, and asked him in a calm tone:

"Your daughter has bipolar disorder, and the time you divorced is induced by psychological stress."

"Still now, she has not been able to make a complete tone."
Chapter completed!