My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

Time calmed down, all sides were quiet, only the whispers of the wind blowing through the pine forest.

Fujiwara Hoshigori explained for a long time before Niijima let go and was sulking while holding the teacup. Obviously, the sister-in-law didn't believe what the scumbag brother-in-law said.

She deliberately didn't look at him. She raised her face and looked at the chin outside the window. The rounded and smooth arc, with such a touch of arrogance that made people love it.

"Meow~~"

The little three-flowered milk cat that had just fallen from the eaves jumped out of the window, staggered on the knees of the Fujiwara Starry sky, and took a nap on its stomach.

It's strange to say that the relationship between him and the teacher is at best a little ambiguous, far from being a lover's relationship. But whether it is the Nagano Mountain God or the Ono Masato in front of him, they all think that he and the teacher are a pair, and the relationship is deep enough to be entrusted to life.

Could it be that this thing has the same attributes as the marriage certificate?

Fujiwara Xingkong touched the mark on his neck and thought, it seems that when I see the teacher next time, I will do something with the teacher after we get married. I don't know if she will agree.

As the time gradually came to noon, Ono Yaren prepared a bit of fast food. After the three of them finished eating, they talked about Rashomon-related matters.

Regarding this legendary ancient city gate, the biggest impression of Fujiwara Starry Sky is from the short story "Rashomon" written by Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

In the story, Rashomon is located at the southern end of Suzaku-ro, Central Avenue in Kyoto. In reality, it is the dividing line of opposition between inside and outside the city, between the center and the periphery.

Implicitly, it is the dividing line between order and chaos, good and evil, life and death, justice and injustice.

Outside the Rashomon, outside the order, what morality, what bottom line, in order to survive, it is reasonable to pull the hair from the dead person's head and wear other people's clothes on oneself.

Ono Yaren took a sip of tea and said, "The exact location of Rashomon can no longer be found in reality."

Madam Niijima pouted slightly, seeming to be bragging to say: "There are records in the Nine Divisions, but the reason they can't be found in reality is because they were sealed by the Great Onmyoji Abe Seimei using the formation method."

Feeling that my sister-in-law said something nonsense, Fujiwara starry sky looked up and looked out the window. The summer sky was quiet and peaceful, with no clouds at all.

"I have heard such rumors." Ono Masato nodded in agreement, "In the real world, no one knows the location of Rashomon except the ghost of Rashomon."

Niijima asked boredly: "In this case, do we have to just watch them open Rashomon?"

"It's not impossible." Ono Masato said calmly, and both Fujiwara Hoshizori and Niijima Ma's eyes focused on him.

"In the Heian period, Gen Yoshimitsu's retainer, Watanabe Tsuna, cut off one of Ibaraki Doji's arms under Rasho. He presented the broken arm to Yuan Yoshimitsu, and Yuan Yoshimitsu found Abe Haruaki. Abe Haruaki He specially put the severed hand in a box with a sealing formation for safekeeping. Afterwards, Abe Seimei took the initiative to seal the entire Rashomon in order to prevent the Rashomon from regenerating. If you can get the broken arm, maybe You can find the location of Rashomon."

Niijima bit his lip, thought for a while, and then asked, "Where is the box containing the broken arm of Ibaraki Doji?"

"In the hands of the descendants of Tsuna Watanabe." Ono Masato whispered an address, then hesitated, and then said: "But I heard that they seem to have encountered some trouble in the past few years. I can't rule out Ibaraki's secretive troubles. , Are you going to take a trip to this whirlpool?"

Niijima really didn't express any opinions, but just looked at the Fujiwara starry sky, no matter what he did, she would follow.

Fujiwara Hoshizora thought silently for a few seconds.

Naturally, no conclusion can be drawn.

From the beginning, he knew very well-no matter how hard he racked his brains, it would be a waste of energy.

Because the paved in front of him, there is only one way to go.

"Anyway, I have to go," he said. "Other than that, I can't do anything else."

Niijima squeezed his hand tightly, and her palms penetrated inwardly.

Ono Masato had a serious face, he smoothed the wrinkles of his clothes, got up, and paid a grand salute.

"My mana is low, I can't help you, I can only do this, Zhu Jun: Wuyun is prosperous."

"Thank you." Fujiwara Hoshizora stood up to respond, and turned to go out with Niijima Ma.

When I walked out of the main entrance of Shugakuin's imperial palace, it was a little past noon. Now is the time when the sun is at its worst, the air is wet and dignified, and heat is constantly evaporating from the asphalt road. From a distance, the originally straight road shows a weird twist.

Niijima really walked with an umbrella for a while, his clothes soaked with sweat. She started to feel a little upset, why didn't she come out in a short skirt today, instead she wore a pair of jeans.

The Meteorological Agency has long predicted that this summer will be even hotter than last year. Why did you ignore this?

Probably, he was so comfortable with him that he lost his basic thinking ability.

Shinjima looked at his hand held by the Fujiwara Starry sky. He lowered his head and walked absent-mindedly. He seemed to be thinking about something, and even forgot to let go of his hand.

Of course, my sister-in-law won't remind him to let it go, I hope he will hold it for a lifetime~~

After walking along the road for a while, Fujiwara Star suddenly reached out and stopped a taxi.

"Go to Hiyoshi," he said.

The taxi started, and plenty of air-conditioning came in, and he spit out the sulking gas that had accumulated in his body. Then close your eyes and let your brain go blank.

He doesn't want anything for the time being.

The descendants of Watanabe Tsuna live in Hiyoshicho, a forested town in the northwest of Kyoto, about 60 kilometers away. Ono said that they have encountered some troubles in the past few years, and they have not been able to solve the troubles in the past few years. It should be very difficult to think about. He needs to adjust his mentality and face it in the best state.

Niijima really didn't know what to say, so she could only get close to him and put her head on his shoulders.

"Sleep for a while," she said, "I'll wake you up later."

Fujiwara Starry Sky leaned on the back of the chair, tilted his head slightly, sniffed the faint scent of Shinjima's hair, and squinted his eyes peacefully.

The radio in the car is tuned up, and what is playing is a music program, and the singing voice transmitted from the horn is a folk album popular in the early tenth of the 21st century.

Madam Niijima had heard these songs on the radio when he was young, and he has a distant memory. It was when his parents were still there. After many years, it sounds okay.

Well, it is mainly accompanied by the Fujiwara Starry sky, otherwise, if she listens to her alone, there will probably be some not-so-good memories.

She quietly raised her gaze, stared at his chin with a thin beard, smelled the sweat on his body, and didn't want to move.

It felt like she was holding a part of herself. It's like holding a avatar that can share body, share breath, and consciousness is inseparable.

Although this may be her unilateral conjecture, it is enough.

When Fujiwara Starry sky woke up, the taxi was driving on the winding mountain road. The driver held the steering wheel tightly, turning left and right.

Nishimama fell asleep on his shoulders at this time, breathing slightly with her mouth open, with a warm and moist breath, blowing towards his neck with a certain rhythm.

One hand was still holding his hand tightly, and the other hand was placed on his lower abdomen.

Regardless of whether there is desire, but holding the body of a seventeen-year-old girl in his arms is really a very pleasant thing.

Fujiwara Starry sky is comfortable and light-hearted. With the shaking of the vehicle, from time to time, the tip of her nose will touch his neck, and the exhaled heat will go into the clothes along the collar.

Like the old woman, she has extremely slender shoulders and neck, and her facial features are becoming more and more similar. Of course, the **** are not as perfect as the old woman. Fujiwara Starry sky does not know that she is 17 years old and will continue to grow.

Stop~~Can't think about this.

Fujiwara Stars slapped herself in her heart and leaned on the back of the chair, but her skin scented beautifully, but she kept piercing her nose.

It's like the blooming flowers in the morning dew hanging on the spring day. It is the fragrance of life that only the body that is still growing can have. To speak of it, it is a green breath.

At 30 in the afternoon, the taxi stopped in front of a mixed forest. You could see through the path between the forests. At the end of the forest, there was a small private house.

Niijima also just opened his eyes.

"Awake?" Fujiwara Hoshizora rubbed her head.

The sister-in-law stared at him for a long while, stretched out and got out of the back seat.

If it is an old woman, at this time, she will find all kinds of excuses, and then ask him to hug and get out of the car. If you don't hug her, then she might be stuck in the car and not get off, just like a child.

Fujiwara Hoshizori followed Shinjima Ma, and compared the two sisters' behaviors in his heart, and concluded that Yiyi Yukino Risa is the cutest woman in the world.

He is extremely convinced of this.

But there are also very puzzles. She is obviously a person who is about 30 years old after rounding up. How did she manage to become cute in front of a sixteen-year-old boy?

Could it be that every woman has the stunt of rejuvenation in front of the person she likes?

The pavement in the wooded forest was marked with the traces of wheels running over, and the sound of birds "flapping" from time to time came from my ears. The sound sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet forest, as if it had been amplified by a loudspeaker.

Passing through the forest of mixed trees, an old white stone wall appeared in front of him. The height is less than one meter six, and there is no fence or barbed wire on it. If you want to, you can jump over the wall casually.

Looking in from the wall, you can see the dilapidated small building inside. The original white painted exterior wall is mottled. The chimney was broken in the middle and was not repaired. The weeds all over the yard were left unattended last fall. The blackened leaves can be clearly seen. In one of the rooms facing the sun, the windows were all sealed with newspapers, which looked a little weird.

It can be seen from this depressed environment that the descendants of Tsuna Watanabe may not be doing very well.

The rusty black iron door was closed tightly. There was a house sign with [Watanabe] hanging on it. There was a letter box beside the door, and beside it was a trash can with many bags of edible salt in it.

Fujiwara Starry sky observed the surrounding environment, reached out and knocked on the door, "Is anyone there?"

The sound spread out in place, dull and low, as if it was filtered by several pieces of filter paper.

Two or three minutes later, with a "creak", the iron door was opened, and the man in the dark gray kimono leaned out half of his body.

This man was in his forties, tall and bald. He first looked at a man and a woman standing in front of the door, then craned his neck and looked at the man and woman behind Ka. After confirming that there was nothing strange, he looked away. It fell back to a man and a woman.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"We are here to find Watanabe Yoshio."

The man frowned, "I am, but I don't know you."

"My name is Fujiwara Hoshizori and I am from Tokyo." Hoshizori Fujiwara bent slightly, and then said: "I heard that Mr. Watanabe's ancestor had an intersection with the ghost of Rashomon, so I want to inquire about this."

Watanabe Yoshio was taken aback, staring at him with wide eyes, and said angrily: "Nothing, I don't know what you are talking about!"

Fujiwara Stars said sincerely: "That thing is related to the lives of many people. I hope Mr. Watanabe can tell me one or two, and I can also give you generous compensation."

"I've said nothing, please leave, or I will call the police!" Watanabe Yoshio gritted his teeth and cursed, reaching out and pushing Fujiwara Starry sky.

"Why are you so ignorant!" Niijima was really angry and just planned to shoot.

Fujiwara Starry sky pulled her, and asked Watanabe Yoshio: "If you have any problems, you can tell them, and I might be able to help you solve them."

After listening to his words, Watanabe Yoshio stood at the door in a daze, lost consciousness for a long time.

In the end, he just cheered up and said: "You found the wrong place, please go back."

After speaking, the black iron door closed quickly.

Niijima really kicked the iron gate angrily.

With a sound of "bang!" a little rust was shaken off, and a few cuckoos were startled.

"Fujiwara, let's tie him up!" The sister-in-law said this with a serious expression, not joking at all.

Fujiwara Xingkong smiled and asked, "Didn't your Jiuke always pay attention to procedural justice?"

The sister-in-law stomped her feet boredly, "Oh, it's so annoying, what do you say?"

"Wait."

"Waiting for someone?"

"Wait until evening."

"Where are you waiting?"

"It's here."

Fujiwara Starry sky walked to sit under a tree diagonally across from the black iron gate, then turned around and beckoned to Niijima, "When the time comes, maybe we will be able to wait for something fun. If we don't wait, we will tie it up tomorrow. This Mr. Watanabe!"

Time slipped away little by little, and the long summer daylight gradually passed by while waiting.

The sun has slanted to the west, and the light blue sky is slowly turning towards a more profound dark blue. The western sky is gradually stained with a bright and magnificent sunset, which is clearly separated from the dark blue to the east, forming a strange beauty. Scenery.

"Ha~~" Niijima really yawned, and asked boredly, "How long will I have to wait? It's getting dark soon."

Just as her voice fell, both of them heard a weird voice.

bobobobo~~

It's a bit like a mechanical tapping sound, but it's not so blunt. It's more like a "bobo" sound from a person's mouth.

Just as Niijima was thinking about what the sound was, Fujiwara Star suddenly fell on her and covered her mouth. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

Immediately after, she saw a woman wearing a hat walking by.

The woman was wearing a white off-the-shoulder dress and she was very tall, roughly 2 meters 4 upwards. She is tall, and correspondingly, her chest is also very big. The white dress is bulging, and as she walks, she jolts up and down, making people worry about whether the dress can afford it. Parts by weight.

bobobobo~~

She kept walking around Watanabe's house, the "bobo" in her mouth never stopped. She looked up at the newspaper-sealed window on the second floor from time to time, with a trace of desire and a trace of unwillingness in her eyes.

Niijima was really lying on the ground and didn't dare to move.

As for Fujiwara Starry Sky, he smiled faintly as he watched the hint floating in front of him.

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