The habit of saying and doing is a very good attitude towards life, and if you make up your mind, it is necessary to face it seriously. Roll over and get up from the bed and sit down in the chair in front of the desk. On the not-so-large desk is a bunch of snacks and snacks that I bought when I went out not long ago, and there is a stack of books and magazines neatly placed on the edge of the desk by the window, which is used by Qing to look at it for recreation when he is idle, and the latest books he bought are stacked together before he even has time to open the package, and on this stack of books is the calendar that Qing usually uses as a memo, and almost every day the box is filled with writing and drawings.

The latest date on the calendar, November 9th, is also the only date box that has not been filled in, but there will be no more trivial matters to be written in this calendar book in the future, Qing couldn't help sighing, reached out to take the calendar book on the pile of books to his side, picked up the pen on the table and wrote the word "out" in the frame of the tenth. Qing put down the calendar in the book and put it back in its place, the tenth is tomorrow, which happens to be Sunday, and the weather forecast on TV just happens to say that it is a good day, just right for going out. But in the final analysis, Qing himself doesn't want to be idle and waste his days with nothing to do.

Qing stood up, and the small room walked to the closet in one step, opened the sliding door and rummaged in it for a while, and soon a large bulging backpack was taken out by Qing. This is the backpack I bought with the first money on hand eight years ago, and it is also the only backpack in Qing, the backpack is still very new and spotless, but it is no longer stuffed with clothes, but all the salaries I have saved in the past eight years, which are stacked in a mess and stuffed to the brim. Inventory and estimated expenses are an indispensable part of traveling, after all, when the time comes, there is only blind spending, and the income is completely zero, and it is not a good thing to run out of money outside!

In fact, Qing You thought about depositing the money in the bank, which was convenient for placement and interest rebates, but when he thought of the fact that his identity was forged, after several considerations, it became like this at the moment, stacks of money were thrown into the backpack indiscriminately, crumpled, but fortunately it was not damaged. Grabbing the bottom of the backpack, Qing dumped all the money in the room, and scattered it all over the place, if ordinary people see this kind of scene, they will have a headache, in fact, at this moment Qing himself feels a headache.

Qing was able to settle all kinds of expenses and income in the store when he was the store manager, and keep the account books, but for his own salary, Qing has never calculated it well, and every month the salary is taken out of the pile of money in his hand, and then thrown into the backpack casually, and when the money is not enough, he will pick out a few sheets from the bag----- so the normal bookkeeping method can't calculate how much money is piled up in the bag, and this time Qing is roughly expected to go to a lot of places. So estimate the money you have on hand, so that you don't have to go out this step now.

Relying on the huge brain calculation ability and the hand speed of extraordinary people, it didn't take long for the stacks of money to be neatly stacked in front of him, Qingwei frowned, while tying up the money according to the quantity, all of them were processed, the huge number of more than 50 million yen plus the change of the pile of sesame mung beans, the whole integration was more than 54 million yen! Qing was a little stunned, this number was much more than Qing himself expected! And that's all the money I've saved in eight years!

Silently put the money back in the backpack, this time Qing did not stuff it as before, such a large amount of money made Qing have the illusion that he was going to be stolen by thieves! However, this illusion is obviously impossible, because in this room that has been decorated with enchantments, not to mention thieves, even mosquitoes cannot fly into the open window! The thief is just a huge amount of money that makes Qing have an illusion in his head.

Carefully putting the refilled backpack back in the closet, Qing sat back at his desk and ate the snacks he had bought everywhere during the day. At this moment, the sky is completely dark, and the moonlight has risen into the sky. Qing sat at the desk with the window open, watching TV, eating all kinds of delicious snacks, this kind of life is extremely comfortable, far more comfortable than living alone in the deep wilderness, a hundred times more comfortable! Qing sighed that the original decision was really the right decision-----

The night was long, but it was also a night without words. As the morning sun rose, a trace of sunlight drilled into the house, and Qing, who was lying on the bed, almost didn't close his eyes all night, putting aside the excitement, and suddenly wanted to leave this place, Qing was really relieved, so he left like this. Turning his head to look at the already bright sky, Qing sat up on the edge of the bed, got up and hastily changed his clothes, brought some money, and left the apartment quickly.

Qing didn't know how much time it would take for her to leave this time, but it would definitely not be as short as three or two days. Since it was just dawn and the departure time of the train had not yet arrived, Qingyi was jogging in the direction of the town west of the Weiyuanchuan River, running from the Xindu district where he lived to the old town of Fuyuki City, and the scenery gradually evolved on both sides of the side like layers of stairs.

Once the decision is made, the matter will not be easily changed, and it has been decided to go out today last night, so it is necessary to take advantage of the early morning time to finish the matter as soon as possible, and then it will be convenient to go on the road. Running and running, Qing and a flower shop passed by, and after a few steps, Qing retreated back, took some money to buy a small bouquet of lilies from the clerk, put it in the pocket of his clothes, and then hurried on.

Since the death of Emiya Kiritsugu, Qing went to the cemetery in the back mountain of Yanato Temple, and every month after that, he would go there to bring such a bouquet of white lilies to his old man. Although it is just a tomb of clothes as a symbol, for Qing, it is the only concern in his life, and the only place where he can remember that hateful woman----- and this outing, it may be a year at most, or half a year at least, and in these few months, Qing will never return to this place to see her----

Standing at the foot of the mountain, Qing calmed his heart rate a little and walked towards the mountain. I went up the mountain this time to say goodbye, although I knew that she couldn't hear and wasn't under the grave at all, but Qing still insisted on saying goodbye this time----