My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 185 Master Bachi! ! !

Time quieted down, the surroundings were quiet, only the whispers of the wind blowing through the pine forest.

Fujiwara Xingkong explained for a long time before Niijima let go of his hand and sulked 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, and looked up at the chin when she looked out of the window, the rounded and smooth arc, with such a bit of arrogance that people couldn't put it down.

"Meow~~"

The little calico cat that had just fallen off the eaves jumped out of the window, staggered onto Fujiwara Hoshizora's lap, and lay there to take a nap.

Strange to say, the relationship between Fujiwara Xingkong and Shinkawa Yuai is at best a bit ambiguous, far from being a couple.But whether it is the Nagano mountain god or the Ono Masato in front of him, they all believe that he and the teacher are a couple face to face, and their relationship is so deep that they can be entrusted to them for life.

Could it be that this thing has the same attributes as a marriage certificate?
Fujiwara Xingkong touched the mark on his neck, thinking, it seems that when he sees the teacher next time, he wants to do something with the teacher after getting married, and I don't know if she will agree.

Time gradually came to noon, and Masato Ono prepared a little vegetarian meal. After the three of them finished eating, they talked about Rashomon.

Regarding this legendary ancient city gate, Fujiwara Hoshizo's biggest impression comes from the short story "Rashomon" written by Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

In the story, Rashomon is located at the southern end of Suzaku Road, Chuo Avenue, Kyoto.It is the dividing line of opposition between inside and outside the city, between the center and the periphery.

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

Being outside the Rashomon is equivalent to being outside the order. No matter what morality, what bottom line, in order to survive, it is reasonable to pluck the hair off the head of the dead, pick up other people's clothes and put it on yourself.

Masato Ono took a sip of tea and said, "The exact location of Rashomon is nowhere to be found in reality."

Niijima pursed his lips slightly, as if to say flauntingly: "There are records in the Nine Divisions, but the reason why they can't be found in reality is that they were sealed by the Great Onmyoji Abe Seimei with a formation."

Feeling that his sister-in-law said something nonsense, Fujiwara Xingkong looked up out of the window, the summer sky was quiet and peaceful, not even a cloud.

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

Niijima asked in annoyance: "If that's the case, then we'll just have to watch them open Rashomon?"

"It's not impossible at all." Masato Ono said calmly, and the eyes of Fujiwara Hoshiku and Niijima Shino focused on him.

"During the Heian period, Watanabe Tsuna, Minamoto's vassal, cut off one of Ibaraki Doji's arms under Rashomon. He presented the severed arm to Minamoto, and Minamoto found Abe Seimei. Abe Seimei I specially put the broken arm in a box with a sealing formation for safekeeping. Later, in order to prevent Rashomon from having another incident, Abe Seimei sealed the entire Rashomon. 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 severed arm of Ibaraki Doji?"

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

Niijima really doesn't comment, just looks at Fujiwara Xingkong, no matter what he does, she will follow.

Fujiwara Hoshizo thought for a few seconds in silence.

Naturally, no conclusions can be drawn.

From the very beginning, he knew very well—no matter how much he racked his brains, it was a waste of effort.

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

"In short, I must go," he said. "I have no choice but to go."

Niijima held his hand tightly, and all kinds of concerns penetrated from her palm.

Masato Ono had a serious face. He smoothed the wrinkles of his clothes, stood up, and saluted solemnly.

"My mana is low, and I can't help you. I can only do it here. I wish you: Martial luck is prosperous."

"Thank you, Master." Fujiwara Hoshikora stood up and returned the greeting, then turned around and walked out with Niijima Makoto.

It was past one noon when we walked out of the main gate of the Li Palace of the Seminary.Now is the time when the sun is at its most venomous, the air is humid and heavy, and the heat is constantly transpiring from the asphalt road. From a distance, the originally straight road presents a strange distortion.

Niijima walked for a while holding an umbrella, his clothes and pants were drenched in sweat.She began to feel a little annoyed why she didn't come out in a short skirt today, but a pair of jeans.

The Meteorological Agency has long predicted that this summer will be hotter than last year. Why did I ignore this?
Probably, I was so comfortable being cared for by him that I lost my basic thinking ability.

Niijima looked at his hand being held by Fujiwara Hoshiku. He lowered his head and walked absent-mindedly, as if he was thinking about something, and even forgot to let go of his hand.

Of course, my sister-in-law will not remind him to let go, I wish he could hold her for a lifetime~~
After walking along the road for a while, Fujiwara Xingkong suddenly reached out and stopped a taxi.

"To Hiyoshicho," he said.

The taxi started, and sufficient cold air poured in from the compartment, and he let out the suffocation stagnant in his body.Then close your eyes and let your mind go blank.

He doesn't think about anything for the time being.

The descendants of Watanabe Tsuna live in Hiyoshi Town, a small forest town in the northwest of Kyoto, about [-] kilometers away.Masato Ono said that they have encountered some troubles in the past few years, and the troubles that cannot be solved in the past few years should be very difficult. He needs to adjust his mentality and face it in the best state.

Niijima really didn't know what to say, so he could only lean close to him, resting his head on his shoulder.

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

Fujiwara Hoshizo leaned on the back of the chair, tilted his head slightly, smelled the faint fragrance of Masashi Niijima's hair at the tip of his nose, and closed his eyes serenely.

The radio in the car is tuned to NHK, and what is playing is a music program. The singing voice transmitted from the speaker is a folk album popular in the early 21st century.

Makoto Niijima heard these songs on the radio when he was a child, and he has a distant memory. It was when his parents were still there. After listening to them after many years, he feels a little nostalgic.

Well, the main reason is that Fujiwara Xingkong was with her, otherwise, if she listened to it alone, some not-so-good memories might well up.

She raised her eyes quietly, staring at his chin with a sparse beard, smelling the sweat on his body, and didn't want to move.

It felt like she was hugging a part of herself.It's like holding a clone who can share the body, share the breath with each other, and have an inseparable consciousness.

Although this may just be her unilateral imagination, it is enough.

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

Niijima also fell asleep lying on his shoulder at this time, breathing with his small mouth slightly open, and the warm and moist breath blew towards his neck with a certain rhythm.

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

Regardless of whether there is desire or not, it is really a very pleasant thing to hold the body of a 17-year-old girl in your arms.

Fujiwara Xingkong was comfortable all over, and her body and mind were light and light. With the shaking of the vehicle, the tip of her nose would touch his neck from time to time, and the hot air from her breath would penetrate 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, her chest is not as perfect as the old woman's. Fujiwara Xingkong doesn't know if she is 17 years old and will continue to grow.

Stop~~ Can't think about this.

Fujiwara Xingkong slapped herself in the heart and leaned on the back of the chair, but her skin gave off a wonderful fragrance, but she kept burrowing into her nose.

It's like flowers blooming with morning dew hanging in the spring. It is the fragrance of life that only the growing body can have. In human terms, it is the breath of green.

Arriving at the destination around three o'clock in the afternoon, the taxi stopped in front of a forest. Through the forest path, you could see a small private house at the end of the forest.

Niijima just opened his eyes.

"Are you awake?" Fujiwara Xingkong rubbed her head.

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

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

Fujiwara Xingkong followed Niijima Ma, compared the behavior styles of the two sisters in his heart, and came to the conclusion that Yukino Risa is the cutest woman in the world.

He is extremely convinced of this.

But there is also something very puzzling. She is obviously a person who is rounding up to 30 years old. How did she manage to be so cute in front of a 16-year-old boy?
Could it be said that every woman has the unique skill of rejuvenating in front of the person she likes?
The road surface in the miscellaneous woods is marked with traces of wheels, and the sound of birds spreading their wings can be heard from time to time. The sound is very clear in the silent forest, as if it has been amplified by a loudspeaker.

Passing through the miscellaneous forest, an old white stone wall appeared in front of my eyes.The height is less than 1.6 meters, and there is no fence or barbed wire on it. If you want to, you can climb over the wall and let people in.

Looking in from the outside of the wall, you can see the dilapidated small building inside. The original white-painted exterior wall is mottled, the chimney is broken in the middle and has not been repaired, and the weeds in the yard are left unattended. The blackened fallen leaves can be clearly seen.In one of the sunny rooms, the windows were all sealed up with newspapers, which looked a bit weird.

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

The rusty black iron door was tightly closed, with a house number that read "Watanabe" hanging on it. There was a mailbox next to the door, and next to it was a trash can containing many packaging bags of edible salt.

Fujiwara Hoshikora observed the surrounding environment, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door, "Is anyone here?"

The sound spread out in place, muffled and low, as if it had been filtered by several sheets of filter paper.

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

This man was about forty years old, tall and bald. He first looked at a man and a woman standing in front of the door, and then stretched his neck to look behind the man and woman. After confirming that there was nothing strange, he looked It fell back to a man and a woman.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"We're here to find Yoshio Watanabe."

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

"My name is Fujiwara Hoshiko, from Tokyo." Fujiwara Hoshikong slightly bent over, and then said: "I heard that Mr. Watanabe's ancestors had intersected with the ghost of Rashomon, so I want to inquire about it."

Watanabe Yoshio was suddenly startled, looked at him with wide eyes, and said angrily: "It's nothing, I don't know what you are talking about!"

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

"I've said it all, it's nothing, please leave, or I'll call the police!" Yoshio Watanabe cursed through gritted teeth, and pushed Fujiwara Xingkong with his hand.

"Why are you so ignorant!" Niijima's face was furious, and he was just about to make a move.

Fujiwara Xingkong pulled her and asked Yoshio Watanabe: "If you have any difficulties, you can tell them, and I may be able to help you solve them."

After hearing his words, Yoshio Watanabe stood at the door in a daze, absent minded for a long time.

In the end, he just pulled himself together and said, "You have found the wrong place, please go back."

After speaking, the black iron door was quickly closed.

Niijima kicked the iron door angrily.

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

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

Xingkong Fujiwara smiled and asked: "Don't you always pay attention to procedural justice in your nine subjects?"

The sister-in-law stomped her feet in boredom, "Oh, it's so annoying, what do you think should I do?"

"Wait."

"Waiting for who?"

"Wait until evening."

"Where are you waiting?"

"It's right here."

Fujiwara Xingkong went to sit under a tree diagonally opposite the black iron gate, turned his head and waved to Niijima Makoto, "Maybe we will be able to find something interesting when we meet the devil, if we don't, we will be tied up tomorrow." Mr. Watanabe!"

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

The sun has already slanted to the west, and the light blue sky is slowly turning to a more profound dark blue. The western sky is gradually dyed with a bright and magnificent sunset glow, which is clearly separated from the dark blue in the east, forming a wonderful landscape. scenery.

"Ha~~" Niijima yawned and asked boredly, "How long will we have to wait? It's almost dark."

Just as she finished speaking, both of them heard a strange voice.

bo bo bo bo ~~
It's a bit like a mechanical beating sound, but it's not so blunt, it's more like a "bobo" sound made by a person's mouth.

Just as Niijima was thinking about what the sound was, Fujiwara Hoshiku suddenly threw her down and covered her mouth.

Then, she saw a woman wearing a hat walking by.

The woman was wearing a white off-the-shoulder dress. She was very tall, roughly 2 meters tall.She is tall and her breasts are correspondingly large. The white dress is bulging, and it bumps up and down as she walks. People can't help but worry about whether the dress can afford it. parts by weight.

bo bo bo bo ~~
She kept walking around Watanabe's house, and the sound of "bobo" in her mouth never stopped. From time to time, she looked up at the window on the second floor that was sealed with newspaper, with a hint of longing and unwillingness in her eyes.

Niijima really lay on the ground, not daring to move.

Fujiwara Xingkong, on the other hand, looked at the reminder floating in front of his eyes and smiled faintly.

[Triggered by a random entrustment, the target of the attack: Mr. Hachichi.Bonus points: 400.Raiders progress: 0%]

(End of this chapter)