Chapter 2013: Amano

When I returned to the village, Amano Amoko followed, which is why she did not leave with her companions.
According to melon and linen, she has not seen her grandmother, Amano, for a long time. This time, visiting her grandmother is the main purpose.
Although Amano's mother-in-law passed away after her husband's death, her temper changed greatly, and she drove her children and grandchildren away from the village, but as a child, how could she not come back to see her? Occasionally, I will come back to lie down, just like this time, because of the celebration, it is also because of this.
A group of people walked into the village, and the Amano family was in the middle of the village, but the houses on the left and the right were separated far apart and looked like a lonely one.
In the yard, it seems that there has been no care for a while, and the weeds have grown. The door was closed and the inside was silent, just like no one was living.
"Pure son, really do not need me to accompany you in?" Standing outside the yard, Guasheng Ma Yi asked the Amano pure son.
"No, Ma, my grandmother used to hurt me. It doesn't matter if I was smashed." Amano swayed his head, though he was worried, but as she said, it was her grandmother.
"Well, we are standing here." Guaomai nodded and did not rush to leave. He seemed to be worried about it. Li Xuehao and others did not leave.
Amano Amoko turned and walked into the yard and knocked on the closed door. Because the villagers didn't install the doorbell, it was normal to knock on the door. In fact, during the day, the villagers’ houses are not closed, and only the doors and windows of Amano’s house are closed.
The knock on the door sounded for a long time, and no one ever opened the door.
Amano Amoko was anxious, shouting at the door: "Grandma, grandma, are you at home? I am a pure child, I will come back to see you."
The sound is very loud, at least it is okay to pass into the house.
The Amano scorpion shouted several times, and the house finally came out with a motion. It was a "squeaky" voice, like a heavy object falling on the ground, the muffled sound.
Ms. Amano listened to his expression more anxiously, and was about to push the door forcibly. The closed door suddenly opened from the inside, and an old man who described the dryness appeared at the door.
The old man's hair was gray, wearing a gray bathrobe, his expression was stiff, frowning, and his face was disgusting: "I haven't died yet. I can hear the knocking of the door. You shout so loudly, do you want to scare me?"
"Grandma..." Amano's scorpion is not guilty, especially when there are so many outsiders watching.
"Come in." After all, it was his own granddaughter. The old man had at least some reason and looked at the people outside the yard. "Let your friends come in." Then she turned and left.
"Okay, Grandma." Amano Amoko touched the tears on the corners of his eyes and waved at the crowds headed by melon and linen. "Ma, Grandma also invites you in."
"I haven't talked to Amano's mother for a long time." Gua Mai was not polite, and smiled into the yard first.
Several people in Chiba Sayuri hesitated a little, but still followed.
Li Xuehao walked in the end, watching the innocent mother-in-law who could see the back, and with a hint of surprise in her eyes.
Amano, there is a problem.
Just as soon as the other party opened the door, he noticed that Amano was not at least an ordinary person.
Although she perceives that she is only an ordinary person who can't be ordinary again, the blood on her body is in the period of weakness of the normal old man, but it gives him a kind of eccentricity that is unclear, as a monk. The feeling is definitely not for no reason, because it is not ordinary in itself.
The group walked into the house, and the weeds in the yard were different. The house was cleaned very cleanly, and it could even be said to be dusty.
The furnishings in the living room are also in tatami style, and Amano is calling everyone to sit down.
"Pure son, you entertain the guests, I want to be alone." Tianye’s mother groaned in a low voice and turned to the floor. She stepped on the stairs that were not so strong, and issued a
Oops
and
Oh
Squeaky.
When the footsteps were completely gone, everyone in the room was relieved.
"Sorry, my grandmother was not like this..." Amano Amoko felt very ashamed of this, but did not wait for her to finish, the melon and the linen comforted. "We know, pure son, you can rest assured, we will not mind.

"Yeah." Amano Amoko finally got better.
"Grandma hasn't been making snacks for a long time. I went to the kitchen to look at it." After all, there are guests who come to the door, and it is impossible to take things out of the house.
As Amano Amano leaves, everyone begins to look at the surrounding environment.
The tatami style is simple, and it is basically difficult to see furniture and appliances that are more modern. It is more of a taste of ancient charm.
Li Xuehao was also looking around. When he looked up at the ceiling, his eyes suddenly stopped.
Because of the wooden ceiling above, in the middle of the position, a picture is drawn.
It was an ink painting that was extremely expressive and also had a realistic aspect, so it made it clear that what was drawn on it.
There is only one protagonist in the whole painting. It is a black fish, not all black. The fish is still covered with some grayish white. The fish body is round and flat, which is very characteristic.
The black fish floated on the surface of the sea, spit out countless bubbles in the mouth, and the bubbles drifted into the sky, seemingly endless.
The only content in the painting is this, and I don’t know what the whole painting wants to express.
Of course, the reason why Li Xuehao focused his attention on painting was that he found that the black fish in the painting was the same as the black giant fish that he had seen in the sea before, at least in appearance.
"Gorgeous sauce, what are you looking at?" Gua Ma Mai saw him staring at the ceiling and came over and asked.

The fish on the painting is very special.
Li Xuehao pointed to the black fish on the ceiling.
"Hey!" Guasheng Mai stunned and looked up at the painting on the ceiling. "I remember when I was a child, I went to the home of Amano, but I didn't have it at the time."
"Maybe it was later painted." Li Xuehao's face was not moving, but his heart was a sudden, but there was nothing in the past, but now there is only one person in the house, which seems to have explained.
"It's very possible." Melon and Mai nodded and stared at the painting on the top of the head. "Why is it just a fish? The black fish doesn't look good at all."
"Because my grandmother likes black fish." The head of Amano, who is coming out of a tray, said, "I remember that my grandmother began to like blackfish soon after her grandfather died. She often said that black fish may be the embodiment of grandfather, drawing on the ceiling. Black fish, probably to commemorate Grandpa."
"It turns out that." Gua Ma Mai seems to understand and nodded.
Li Xuehao glanced at the upstairs at random. The reason may be like that of Amano Amano, maybe not.