My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

"My Japanese Story is a bit sweet (!

Carefully take out the mask from the exquisite wooden box, aim it at your face, and tell it: "Hey, I'm going to play you!"

For thousands of years, Noh performers have followed this tradition and expressed their supreme respect for the mask. They are convinced that each mask contains the soul of a unique character and will never be easily violated.

When Fujiwara Hoshizori walked into the shrine square, he happened to see a few beavers transformed into entertainers performing Noh "Aoi above" on the stage.

With the gradual sounding of the beat, the actors appeared on the stage, the drums fluctuated up and down, sudden illnesses, sudden joys and sorrow.

"Ehhhhh~~"

My Neighbor Totoro was beckoningly at the banquet directly in front of the stage, and Fujiwara Xingkong glanced at it, and then led Niijima to walk over.

The banquet is a trapezoidal high platform, and a small table is placed in front of each seat. On the main seat in the middle, sitting a monster with a steady aura like a mountain, it has no entity, just a group of dark shadows wearing a ghost mask.

It is the master of this festival tonight, Nagano Mountain God.

At the first sight of it, the mark on the neck gave birth to an induction, which also made Fujiwara Stars certain one thing, Mr. Xinchuan should have anticipated what would happen afterwards, and helped himself to lay a path of retreat in advance.

How can I be favored by so many people... He thought of these things in his heart, and when he passed by the Lord, he bowed slightly to thank the Nagano Mountain God. After the latter nodded, he took Niijima to the seat reserved next to it.

As monsters entered the table one after another, gradually, a crisp bell sounded from the sky.

Xindao Zhen looked up, and a group of Qingluan with bells around their necks came with melons and fruits and distributed them to each seat. There was also movement under the feet. Looking down, a group of little chinchillas were serving sake to every guest.

The performance on the stage reached a climax. Several mountain boys were playing flutes at the same time on the torii gate. When the flute sounded suddenly, like horseshoes to break the tranquility of the forest, the samurai came with knives, and the bright bonfire instantly illuminated the stage. Every corner.

Those bonfires swaying in the wind are actually made up of wick monsters. No wonder the brightness and angle are controlled so well.

Niijima really poured a glass of sake to Fujiwara Hoshizora, and then drank a little by himself. Her drinking volume was not much better, just a glass of sake, a light flush appeared on her white face.

Looking at the night of midsummer with a slightly sullen eye, and between playing the rhythm of the music, it was a moment of loss of realism, like entering the world where civet cats and tengu exist.

"This is the world where Tanuki and Tengu exist." Fujiwara Hoshizori touched her head and turned his attention to the Noh performance on the stage.

The intricate and exquisite masks and costumes create a majestic atmosphere. Although each face is hidden behind the mask and the performer's expression is not visible, the joy and sorrow have been rendered vividly with the swaying of the sleeves.

Niijima really watched it for a while, and then whispered: "Fujiwara, what is the acting?"

"Usually I ask you to read more books, but you don't read it. It's all right now. I don't know anything."

"Say it."

Looking at the performance on the main stage nearing the end, Fujiwara Hoshizora gave a brief summary.

Aoi was the wife of a court noble named Genji. When she was pregnant, she was suspected of possessing ghosts, so Genji invited the witch Eiri to figure out what ghosts possessed.

Following the witch's actions, the ghost appears, Hara Yoshi is the six daughters of Genji's out-of-favor lover. The six women recounted her own experience. She said that happiness in this world is a flash in the pan, and it is full of resentment towards the radiant Genji's wife Aoi.

Genji was shocked and invited the ascetic monks in the mountains to come and drive out the devil.

After the fierce fighting, the angry souls of the six women were defeated by the ascetic's spell. The Dharma's victory and Aoi's salvation, but in the end, Aoi died while giving birth to Genji's son.

As the voice of Fujiwara Starry sky stopped, the performance on the stage just ended.

Immediately afterwards, countless flickering light spots flew from the sky, and the light spots hovered over the entire shrine, connected to form a surface, like a firefly, lighting up the entire midsummer night's dream.

A new show was performed on the stage, and the monsters slapped an ancient musical instrument called "籈" and danced to the beat. After they finished their performance, a bright light suddenly appeared in the sky.

It was a harpy covered in silver light, and with the flap of its wings, the light flew in the air. At the same time, on the dark sky, the sky was flooded with stars, and countless spots of light fell like snowflakes, dyeing the whole world with a layer of holy silver.

Fujiwara Xingkong took a sip of the sake that Niijima really poured for him. It should have been chilled, very cold, with a bit of green plum flavor. The degree is not high, but the aftertaste is endless.

Niijima really leaned on him, staring at the monster who walked onto the stage.

It was a river **** whose body was wrapped into a ball by the smelly silt, and its limbs and face were barely visible.

Could this kind of river **** come from the smelly ditch?

With the appearance of the river god, the music on the stage suddenly changed its rhythm. The drum beat became suppressed, and the flute sound became weird. The singing also rang at this time.

[Even if there is no moon, to shine the day and night. ]

[Bai Ye screams with sorrow, as before. ]

[Suddenly looking back, the flowers are decayed. ]

[Wan seems to be comforted, without a trace. ]

[The flowers bloom, pray to God. ]

[Floating, empty and mourning. ]

[Dream is gone, hatred is drifting. ]

Fujiwara Xingkong frowned and thought for a while, only to remember that this was "The Puppet Ballad", this Yao song itself was a rumors used by Shinto shrine maidens, and he had heard Xia Xilin sing it.

Pure ancient accent, singing and playing music have very strong elements of ancient harmony, amidst strangeness and sorrow, there is also a touch of ethereal holiness.

Accompanied by the stubborn and stubborn song of sacrificial sorrow, the river **** slowly told the narration.

The literature, art, and music handed down everywhere are traces of rivers. In the tens of thousands of years of human history, rivers have been very important. Drinking water and irrigation have also been responsible for the transportation of goods.

It can be said that the river is the source of human civilization.

However, after the Edo Clock Tower was sunk under the order of the Emperor Showa, the country entered the industrial revolution. With the development of science and technology, people no longer depend on the river.

People filled rivers with silt, blocked them with **** waste, and set up cold, high embankments. The rivers that fed civilization and witnessed history were therefore sealed off and abandoned.

People no longer fear nature, and the gods who guard the rivers are expelled and left homeless.

On the silent stage, the river **** began to dance solo, but its body covered with mud was too bloated, and the dance staggered, and it was too messy to see.

Jumping and jumping, River God staggered under his feet, an abandoned bicycle fell out of the sludge, made a "clang", and fell into the middle of the stage.

The performance paused at this time, and the hearts of all the audience raised their throats.

Afterwards, a few kappa dragged the long sacred knot out of the field, they lit the straw bag tied to the tip of the rope to fire, and ran around waving the rope.

Lights and shadows flickered, sparks were flying, the river **** was rejuvenated, his body became clear and transparent, and a water vapor was rolled up and floated above the stage.

Tide-like applause rang out. This scene is the end of the world, the new life, and the peaceful transformation.

If you are a human, you should pray for a smooth year and be free from disease and disaster. So what should the monster pray for when performing these rituals?

Shinjima looked at all the smiling monsters present, and fell into deep thought.

The river **** exits, and the festival continues.

Countless wick demon glowed with their own light, lighting the stage magnificently, and under the stage, one by one dreamlike "beauties" came from the flower road corridor, and another clutch drama is about to be staged.

The graceful and luxuriously dressed Kabuki dances in the radiant color, with a frown and a smile, the smoke is glamorous and glorious. Their beautiful faces are like a flower blooming in the dark night, with feminine and vulgarity, glamorous charm, and coquettish beauty. People can't see clearly, but they can't give up and are greedy.

In this illusory and gorgeous atmosphere, whoever laughs and who tears are like flowers in a dream, blooming in the amber crescent.

I don't know if it was because of sake, Niijima really felt that he was drunk, very drunk.

She was lying on the Fujiwara starry sky, with dim light in her eyes, and her cheeks were drunk with a slight drunkenness, and she murmured and fell asleep.

This grand festival lasted for nearly one night. When the sky gradually dawned, the town gradually became quiet. The faint light in the morning mist rendered the outline of the shrine, like a pencil drawing wiped with an eraser. .

Fujiwara starry sky settled down to Niijima Ma, who was sleeping, Mr. Totoro looked after her, and when he turned to go out, he heard her murmur indistinctly.

"Fujiwara, you come back soon..."

Led by a little monk of Tang Umbrella, the Fujiwara Starry sky walked along the stone path towards the back mountain of the shrine and came under a towering old tree.

Standing under the tree and looking up, the sky is covered by branches and leaves. The uneven place under the foot is the root of the ancient tree, and the main root has been deeply submerged in the moist soil.

Fujiwara Starry sky stood there, the sound of the deep wind blew across his cheeks, accompanied by the sound of distant bells. He sorted out his white hunting clothes and walked into the deep shade of the trees alone.

The sparse sunlight in the morning passed through the dense branches and leaves, turning into tiny spots of light and falling on the ground. The leaves in the wind kept swaying, and the spots of light on the ground were like the pinballs played in childhood, beating playfully with the wind.

There are many dead branches under my feet, and when I step on it, I make a beeping sound.

Inexplicably thinking that such a sound was very nice, a smile gradually appeared on Fujiwara Star's face, and a black shadow was reflected in his bright eyes. He bent down and saluted.

Afterwards, he respectfully said: "My father, my lord."

Mr. Xinchuan was originally the daughter of the mountain god, and she carried the asylum inherited from the mountain god. Now that the asylum of the mountain god's children has been transferred to him, it is not an exaggeration to say "the son of the mountain god" with his current identity.

Even if this relationship is left aside, the father's yelling is not a loss. After all, the father-in-law is also a father.

Nagano Yamagami didn't expect this person to have such a thick skin. After a long time, he slowly asked, "How is Mihoko's life?"

Mihoko? Mihoko Shinkawa? What a Showa name... Fujiwara Hoshizora endured the smile on her face and replied: "She now lives in Tokyo, she is a very beautiful Mandarin teacher, and she has a very handsome and smart student. I am very happy every day."

"Very handsome and smart student?"

Fujiwara Hoshizora said honestly: "Yes, it's me."

Nagano Mountain God: "..."

If it were not to maintain a steady image of a god, he would probably hit people directly.

The scene was silent for a while, only to see the Nagano Mountain God as if he lowered his head slightly, as if thinking of something, and sighed vaguely: "I don't know what happened between you, but I believe in Mihoko's choice. If I have time in the future, You two come back together."

Listening to its tone, something unpleasant seems to have happened between the father and the daughter. Fujiwara Starry Sky is inconvenient to ask more questions, but just nodded faintly in agreement.

The Nagano Mountain God went on to say: "Since you have inherited the divinity of Mihoko, this is your home. I don't want to participate in your affairs, but the monsters and monsters in the entire Hida Mountains, when necessary, You can call it."

Fujiwara Hoshizora's body shook, completely speechless, just staring straight at its dark figure.

The so-called Hida Mountains refers to the Alps in the central part of the island nation, a majestic mountain range that spans the counties of Toyama, Shinsumi, Nagano, and Gifu from north to south.

There are tens of thousands of monsters hidden in this vast mountain, if they can all be used for their own use...

The Nagano Mountain God took a deep look at him, and slowly said: "Of course, most of the monsters living in the mountains don't like to participate in those boring battles. I hope you don't abuse their power."

"Why?" Fujiwara Starry sky kept calm and asked calmly.

"The inheritance of the Nagano Mountain God was originally left to Mihoko. Now that you have inherited her divinity, the title of Nagano Mountain God will naturally be passed on to you."

Does the so-called natural refuge originally refer to divinity? No wonder Xiaozhen would say that he was aware of divinity from him...Fujiwara Xingkong moved in his heart and couldn't help asking, "Does this count as my enrollment in the mountain god's house, and then the mountain god's inheritance?"

"You have to understand it this way, it's okay."

"But I still have a lot to do, I can't stay in the mountains for a long time."

"Always leave it to you."

It feels like the son insists on going to the big city, and the lonely old father is waiting at home for him to come back to inherit his ancestral business... Fujiwara Stars couldn't help muttering: "What if I won't come back?"

"It's okay, even if you die, your soul will come back here."

"There is such a thing?"

"Do you need me to lend you a knife to practice?"

"My father, what you said is not like what a mountain **** should say."

The **** Nagano paused, and then said with a bit of resentment: "I have been looking forward to Mihoko's coming home every day. I have been looking forward to it for more than a hundred years. Suddenly one day, I don’t know where a human child ran out, and I passed on to Mihoko’s divinity. I was jumping in front of my eyes. The key is that he is still taking other girls around to travel around the mountains and water. If you were me, how would you treat that human child?"

"Um~haha, that~" Fujiwara Hoshizora smiled awkwardly, and asked indifferently: "If that human child is excellent, can you spare him once for Mihoko's sake?"

"Huh!" Nagano Mountain God snorted weirdly, and said lightly: "If it weren't for his excellence, Totoro would have eaten him for breakfast."

After speaking, he took out a mirror and handed it over, "When we first met, this is a gift for you. For the sake of your "father", I will spare you this time. Let's go and finish yours. Afterwards, I brought Mihoko back home."

Fujiwara Hoshizora took the mirror and bowed solemnly, "Thank you, Father."

After he left, the Nagano Mountain God stood there for a long time, until he nodded slightly when he watched a man and a woman leave the town in the morning light.

In the battle between Fujiwara Stars and Izu Madam, he learned the whole process through his monsters.

This is indeed a very good human child~www.wuxiaspot.com~ with super talent, meticulous mind and very tenacious will.

The key is to look very good-looking.

Although as a mountain god, he is not too surprised at appearance, but if his daughter wants to be with a kappa, he will not agree to be killed.

Taken together, this Fujiwara Starry Sky doesn't seem to have any other shortcomings except a little bit more effort.

Nagano Yamagami thought about these things, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth under the ghost mask.

I really want to see Mihoko again. I hope he can take her home. Let me, my incompetent father, personally apologize to her.

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