My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

When Monk Kongwu woke up, his head was still dizzy and his eyes were difficult to focus. You can tell from the gloomy light inside the house that it is a dark summer afternoon with dense clouds and a bleak sky.

He struggled to sit upright, everything in the Zen room seemed dull and lifeless as far as he could see.

Is this what it feels like to die...

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little sad.

In a trance, a man and a woman were talking in the tea room next door. Monk Kongwu crawled over slowly, and looked at it. When the sunlight outside the window barely passed through the thick and low black clouds, it was like being cut into fine powder, struggling weakly in the drizzle.

On the tea table against the wall, the flames in the stove dazzled the outlines of two people.

So familiar~~

Monk Kongwu rubbed his eyes, suddenly woke up, choked with grief: "Fujiwara!"

Fujiwara Starry sky, who was making tea, was taken aback, and looked back, "Kuanwu, why are you crying?"

"Uuuuu~~ I didn't expect that we would meet again after we died."

The monk Kongwu stood up with the screen in the middle of the Japanese room, stretched out his hand, and walked towards him staggeringly. But when his gaze swept across Shinjima Ma, who was sitting across from the Fujiwara starry sky, it was obvious that he was stiff.

Afterwards, he cried more desolately.

"Miss Xueye, why are you dead too~~"

This sincere crying sounded really pitiful.

Niijima blinked, then rubbed his forehead, looked at the Fujiwara starry sky, and said grotesquely: "Looking at what you did, a good little monk was directly beaten into a fool by you."

Fujiwara Hoshizora spread his hands innocently, "I didn't hit him on the head again."

"What are you two talking about?" The monk Sora walked towards the tea case, Niijima got up and gave him a position, and he naturally came to the Fujiwara Starry sky and knelt down.

Fujiwara Hoshizora made a please gesture: "I'm sorry to meet you in this way, please sit down, and I will explain to you slowly."

After Monk Kongwu sat down, Fujiwara Hoshizora removed the teapot from the stove, poured out hot water to blanch three tea bowls, added some tea leaves to the teapot, and put it back on the stove to make tea.

While tumbling the tea bowl with a clamp in the hot water, he asked: "Nothing, why were you a monk in the first place?"

Monk Kongwu touched his bald head: "I've been bald since I was a child. What should I be a monk?"

Fujiwara Hoshizora's movements froze, and he opened his mouth, speechless for a while.

Niijima really smiled wittyly and said, "Sora cannot be taught and honest."

"Amitabha Buddha." The monk Kongwu put his hands together, looked at her, and asked in doubt: "Why is Miss Xueye so much younger?"

"Let me introduce, this is not Ms. Yukino." Fujiwara Stars put the hot tea bowl in front of the three. "She is Ms. Yukino's younger sister, Shinjima Ma."

"Xindao?" Monk Kongwu was even more puzzled.

"Yes, Ms. Yukino was originally named Xindao."

"That's because her self-introduction was Yukino when she was at Kisaragi Station?"

Fujiwara Hoshizora replied, "Because Yukino belongs to me and Niijima belongs to everyone."

The monk Kongwu's face was bitter, and he always felt as if he was shown off invisibly.

Niijima pursed his lips and whispered on the side, "Or I will change my surname to Xueye, you will call me Xueyezhen from now on."

"Xueyezhen?" Fujiwara Xingkong said it again, shaking his head and said: "This name is not good."

"Where is Fujiwara Ma?"

"Even worse."

"What about rattan principle yarn?"

"Good to hear."

"Brother-in-law, you have double standards!"

"You all know that I am a brother-in-law, isn't it normal to have double labels?"

After a few words, the tea in the teapot was boiled, and Fujiwara Stars ordered a bowl of tea for the three tea bowls, gestures, simple and serious.

"Please." He stretched out his hand to the monk Kongwu, smiling.

The fresh green tea was held in a rough ceramic bowl, and there were wisps of moist and soft tea fragrance.

Monk Kongwu smiled relieved, took the tea bowl with both hands, and pondered lightly.

The core of the tea ceremony is to connect people and hearts through tea. In the simple and simple tea room, the host and the guest are equal and respect each other, and people show their hearts to each other and promote long conversations.

Fujiwara Star himself has no interest in tea ceremony, but after spending a long time with Xia Xilin, he naturally knows something about it. While tasting tea, he explained all the reasons for the whole thing.

Monk Kongwu was speechless for a long time, just sipping tea quietly, looking up at the Fujiwara starry sky from time to time, with a little anxiety, like nocturnal creatures pacing back and forth anxiously because of the dawn.

"Are you sure Brother Kongning wants to open Rashomon?" he asked.

"I'm not sure if he wants to do this, but I can be sure that he is not the brother you saw." Fujiwara Hoshizora replied clearly.

Monk Kongwu picked up the tea bowl, sipped a sip of tea, savored it carefully, and then looked up at him for a moment.

"I used to like to drink tea by myself in the summer afternoon. After drinking tea, read a book, then lie down and take a nap. I fell asleep without knowing it. When I wake up from sleep, it’s dark and the heat is hot. It will subside a little bit, and the whole person won't have a trace of worry."

He slowly lowered his head, put his hands on his knees, and looked at a few potted plants with small yellow petals on the tea table, and then slowly began to talk.

"In the evening, Master will let the seniors come over to supervise my chanting. I am a monk who is very incompetent. I don’t like chanting at all. So I always ask the seniors to take me on a Kamogawa cruise, buy shaved ice and watermelon. eat."

"My manga was actually bought for me by my senior brother. Master is very strict with me and basically doesn't give me pocket money..."

Monk Kongwu whispered some messy things, his mood was not high, the air seemed to be mixed with coarse particles, and he felt choked even inhaling.

Fujiwara Starry Sky listened quietly, and occasionally picked up the tea bowl and took a sip.

He doesn't like tea very much, but he drinks tea a lot. The slightly bitter taste engulfed the taste buds, and after swallowing, there was a slight sweetness in the mouth. This taste was somewhat similar to bitter gourd.

Is it okay to be a human being without bitterness? No, this is probably the beauty that you couldn't perceive when you were young, but as the years grow, the taste of sweetness in suffering will make people more and more memorable.

The sky gradually darkened. Although the windows leaked a ray of dim light from the corridor, they did not increase the brightness of the room, but highlighted the darkness of the room.

Monk Kongwu stopped talking, the room was very quiet, and even the sound of swallowing could be heard.

Seeing that the sky was already dark, Fujiwara Starry sky stood up and said goodbye: "You can digest it yourself. I won't force you to help me. So when you think about it, please call me. If you don't want to, we are still friends."

Monk Kongwu nodded slightly, and after watching the two leave, he lay on the tatami, closed his eyes and meditated.

Walking out of the Kinkakuji Temple, Fujiwara's starry sky let out a long sigh. A group of crows passed by in front of him, and the night wind blew through the cedar forest. He seemed to hear the sound of distant waves.

Niijima walked side by side with him until he walked to the road outside and saw the rows of street lights before asking, "What if he doesn't help us?"

"What else can I do? Don't help us, just work hard." Fujiwara Star's voice was relaxed, without the slightest tension.

"Why don't you be tougher?" Shinjima glanced at him. "The mentality that the monk Kongwu showed just now is very unstable. If you are tougher and ask him for help, he will not refuse."

"This method is your ninth subject method, which is not suitable for me."

"But this method is the most effective."

"Maybe." Fujiwara Hoshizora narrowed his eyes and was silent for a moment. "But I still hope he can face it by himself."

"What if he doesn't plan to help us?" Niijima really curled his lips at a strange angle, looking a bit dissatisfied, but then returned to the original state.

As a member of Jiu Ke, she is still more used to simple and effective methods.

Fujiwara Hoshizora thought for a while, and replied, "There is another person who can help us."

"Who?"

"Masato Ono from Shugakuin Imperial Palace."

"Who is that?"

"do not know."

The two walked along the road for a while, and when they passed an intersection, they saw a river. There are many people walking along the river, walking their dogs, picnicking, jogging...

This river is the Kamo River, the origin of Kyoto, and it has become a central axis of the city from north to south. Just take two steps at random in Kyoto, and you will definitely get to it.

Fujiwara Star walks on the river bank, and on the tatami terrace set up on the second floor of the wooden machiya across the river, there are pairs of lovers cuddling each other. Their soft love words add a bit of romance to the night.

After the meeting, Niijima really bought a box of bean cakes at a roadside store, and the two of them sat down by the river to eat slowly.

There are more and more people by the river, old people running, girls dancing by the river, tourists in bathrobes taking pictures, father and son playing catching games...

There were people singing not far away, which attracted a large crowd of people to watch.

The evening breeze came slowly, and the lights on the opposite bank reflected on the river surface, giving this thousand-year-old capital a breath of life.

After the two of them finished the bean cakes, when they were about to get up, they suddenly saw someone holding a camera to take a photo. Fujiwara Star was stunned for a moment, and then he was dragged by Niijima to sit down and take pictures.

"Crack!"

When the flash fired, the moment was frozen.

"Thank you." The girl in a JK suit, who looked like a high school student, ran over and bowed to thank you after taking the photo. "You two look so good-fitting, so good-looking, so I couldn't help it."

"You're welcome." Niijima asked for a photo from JK, smiling so hard that he couldn't see it.

Fujiwara Starry sky mumbled aside: "You better not let Sister Risa see this picture."

The sister-in-law smiled and looked at the gurgling water in the Kamo River indifferently.

I walked a little further and came to an area full of old buildings. On both sides of the alleys, there were yellow lanterns dotted on the pristine stone roads.

Women in kimonos walked in twos and threes on the street, they were as soft as the breeze blowing when the sun rose, full of the delicate beauty of Japanese style.

When passing by them, an inadvertent bow, with a shy and smiling style, makes people feel like they have traveled to the Heian era portrayed in The Tale of Genji.

Fujiwara's starry sky was attracted by the nostalgic atmosphere, and even slowed down.

Niijima really grabbed his ears and said dissatisfied: "Don't look, my wife is too far away!"

"I'm not looking at the wife just now."

"Then what are you looking at?"

Fujiwara Starry sky said seriously: "I'm just looking for a place to eat!"

You were staring at someone's **** just now... Niijima really let go of his hand unconvinced.

After a round, there are many simple and exquisite century-old shops on both sides of the road, and the cloth curtains with the name of the trade name flutter gently with the night breeze.

It seems that there are restaurants everywhere, but it is a pity that there is a wooden sign hanging in front of these restaurants with the words [No Beginners] or [Reservation Appointment] written on it.

This means that they do not accept strange customers who come to the door for the first time or customers who have not made an appointment.

From this point of view, the city of Kyoto really feels a bit superior.

"If you don't accept customers who come to your door for the first time, how come there will be a second time?" Niijima was really upset, cursing in a low voice.

In her view, this kind of shop that does not publicly solicit customers and can only enter by introductions by acquaintances is simply self-defeating in terms of business model.

If such a store is opened in Tokyo, it will have to go bankrupt and liquidate within three months.

"But one thing is very strange." Fujiwara Xingkong took her mobile phone and swiped the screen. "There are more than 100,000 century-old stores across the country, and three of them are in Kyoto."

Niijima was really surprised: "Do you know all this kind of thing?"

"Goole search told me."

"cut!"

After walking around the stone path and looking for a small shop door with dim lights on the side of the road, Fujiwara Xingkong glanced inside the door at random, and then the whole person was stunned.

Inside the curtain of the wooden lattice door, in the corridor 15 cm above the entrance, a wife was sitting on her knees. The background color of the kimono on the body is a light khaki similar to guava, and the color of the manuscript is black stripes. The undergarment, which is just right, is cherry pink, which looks elegant without losing dignity.

And she is also very nice, her white face is graceful and graceful, she has a small and delicate nose, a little red lips, a calm temperament, and a little nobility like an orchid.

The words [Su Wo] are printed on the warm curtain, and there is no word that it will not entertain first-time visitors or only entertain reservation customers.

Without any hesitation, Fujiwara Starry Sky directly took Nishimama into this store.

The lady who was sitting there saw someone coming in. She gracefully lowered her towering Japanese hairstyle, put her hands on her knees, and made a meeting ceremony. At the same time, she made a soft Kyoto accent: "Ah, you are here, thank you very much."

This style of welcoming language is more cordial than the dry "welcome" in Tokyo.

Under the leadership of his wife, he walked through a short section of dark brown wooden planks and came to the lobby of the store.

Said it is the lobby, it is actually a bigger room, UU reading www.uukanshu.com has only ten seats in total.

The ten seats are arranged side by side in front of a white wooden bar counter with a width of 1 meter and a length of 8 meters. This design is very good. It is really a pleasure for the guests to sit in front of the white wood bar, watch the owner’s cooking process, and taste the food, and then exchange their experience with the owner during the dinner.

When Fujiwara Starry Sky walked in, there were already two customers on the left side of the bar. A man and a woman are tasting a sashimi and occasionally say a few words.

The man with kind eyebrows and good eyes, wearing a gray monk robe, with a string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, looks like he should be a monk.

The other is a woman with white hair and red eyes, with a very noble temperament.

Fujiwara Hoshizora glanced at her from the outside, and the woman felt his gaze and looked over.

The eyes of the two met in an instant.

At this moment, Fujiwara Xingkong thought for no reason, this trip to Kyoto, perhaps he had found what he was looking for.