My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 62 Unexplainable meeting with parents and unexplainable quarrel
Early on Sunday morning, Xia Xi's black car stopped in front of [Detective Office of Strange Talking Things].

Sachiko Shiraishi dragged Fujiwara Hoshizo off the bed with a cold face, kicked and kicked him and finally succeeded in putting him into a neat suit. After tidying up his appearance, he almost lifted him into the car with his tie.

An hour or so later, Fujiwara Hoshiku looked at the Imperial Palace flashing by outside the car window, and thought to himself, it seemed that he had already arrived in Chiyoda District.

Sure enough, not long after, the car stopped at the gate of a courtyard full of ancient flavors, like a general's mansion in a Dahe drama.

Fujiwara Xingkong got out of the car, and was greeted by a row of servants, stepped into the door wider than his room, looked to the left and looked, but couldn't see where the second family was.

He couldn't help but wonder in his heart, how many bad things did he have to do to have a house with such a large land in the third district of downtown Tokyo?
Damn capitalists!
Sachiko Shiraishi led Fujiwara Xingkong in. The courtyard was full of green pines and cypresses that the islanders liked, and various flowers that could not be named scientifically. There was also a man in black who looked like a bodyguard at first glance, just like in the movie.

Not far away, a woman in kimono bowed and said, "Miss Shiraishi, Master Fujiwara."

"I'm going to change clothes, you can take him to Madam's." Sachiko Shiraishi pointed to the Fujiwara starry sky and said to the man.

So Fujiwara Xingkong followed the woman and turned left and right, all the way through the huge garden and winding corridors, and came to a rectangular Japanese room that was so large that it seemed empty.

The room is decorated simply and delicately. When you walk in, the first thing you see is the screens standing on both sides of the tatami seats. The screens are as thin as a gauze and are divided into four pairs. One is painted with cranes holding flowers, and the other is painted with fairies Yarn, one is painted with heavenly phoenix and auspicious clouds, and the other is painted with immortals washing swords.

The screen paintings are extremely delicate and charming.

There is a bronze lamp in the shape of a maid holding a cup with a unified shape in each corner of the private seat.

Blue lotus flowers and auspicious clouds are embroidered on the lichen.

There is a dark jade-colored tea table in the middle of the private seat, with incense on the table, and a soft fragrance is passed into Fujiwara Xingkong's nose. This fragrance is very special, a bit like the fragrance of roses, which makes people dizzy dizzy.

It's a very comfortable smell. When this smell enters the nose, it immediately feels like a soft little hand is scratching the heart.

The whole interior reveals a touch of classical beauty.

Especially the lady in a light blue kimono sitting at the head of the desk.

Tranquil, with a bit of arrogance.There is a kind of round beauty on the fair face, the long eyelashes hang down, blocking the pair of bright eyes, the small and delicate nose, a little red lips, the temperament is endearing.

Xia Xilin was sitting on the side, not very grandly dressed, just a simple white dress, her hands were wrapped in thick gauze, she seemed not very interested.

Mrs. Natsuki raised her head and looked over. Fujiwara Hoshikora, who was dressed in formal clothes, looked as lazy as when he just woke up, like the sunshine in late spring and early summer, showing the unique charm of a beautiful boy at this age.

Fujiwara Xingkong took a look, walked straight to Xia Xilin, next to her, and sat upright like her.

Xia Xilin glanced at him, turned around and introduced, "This is my mother."

"Hello, Auntie. I'm Fujiwara Hoshikong, Rin's boyfriend." Fujiwara Hoshikong bowed his head.

Mrs. Shahi responded gently: "It's the first time we meet, Fujiwara-kun, hello."

"Let's talk first, I'll ask Xingzi to bring the tea set." Xia Xilin stood up and walked out the door.

After she walked out the door, Mrs. Xia Xi's eyes fell back on Fujiwara Xingkong, and said with a smile: "My daughter is causing you trouble."

"Where... nothing, senior sister is very easy to get along with." Fujiwara Xingkong said politely.

"Others may not know, but as her family, how can I not understand her?"

"Auntie was joking, senior is just like you, gentle and elegant."

Mrs. Xia Xi gave him a meaningful look, "If she can be like me, then it's worth my death."

Uh. You are talking to death.

Fujiwara Xingkong smiled awkwardly but politely: "Of course, senior sister is still young, and she will be rebellious occasionally. Auntie should understand."

"Yeah, rebellious." Mrs. Xia Xi sighed, "For example, you dare to sing against the whole family because of a boy you have only known for ten days."

Fujiwara Xingkong's heart tightened, and he replied calmly: "Senior sister has a good vision, and auntie should also have confidence in her daughter."

"I'm confident, Fujiwara-kun, how about you?"

"If I didn't have confidence, I wouldn't be sitting here today."

Mrs. Xia Xi laughed happily: "That's good, Xiao Lin has not been close to her family since she was a child, and she will have to trouble Fujiwara-kun a lot in the future. If she bullies you, just come to me and I will help you decide."

"Thank you auntie."

The two talked about some trivial matters, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

After a while, Xia Xilin and Shiraishi Sachiko in maid uniforms walked in from the door.

The pure maid clothes are not the ones that have been modified to please nerds, the traditional black and white, and the whole body is tightly wrapped.

A white apron decorated with ruffles and a white-collar plain one-piece dress, except for the ruffles on the apron and the bow caused by the apron tie tied behind, and the neckline will be tied with a ribbon, there is no any decorations.

Xingkong Fujiwara suddenly felt that Sachiko Shiraishi, an evil woman, was much more pleasing to the eye, and couldn't help but wonder how elegant and charming it would be if Xia Xilin wore it.

Xia Xilin went back to him and sat down.

Mrs. Xia Xi said with a smile: "Rin was supposed to order tea for you today, but unfortunately her hand was injured last night, so let Xingzi do it for you."

Sachiko Shiraishi nodded, and began to make tea with the tea pot.

The action is not in a hurry, the water pot, small tea spoon, handle spoon and other tea utensils are arranged in an orderly manner after use, which is obviously very skillful. If you think about it, the tea art club should not be a gimmick like the ghost story club dog meat place.

Prepare utensils, make a fire, clean hands, wait for the fire, pour tea, warm pot, wash cups, serve tea, pour high, moisten tea, scrape foam, pour, roll cups, sprinkle tea, order tea, serve tea, a set of actions Flowing clouds and flowing water are generally smooth and full of beauty.

Fujiwara Xingkong can tell that this set of sencha ceremony originated from Chaoshan Gongfu tea, but after localization, it is less atmospheric and more artistic.

It's just that it doesn't taste as good as Pepsi.

Maybe this is called a cow chewing peonies, he thought to himself mockingly.

Xia Xilin remained expressionless the whole time, and didn't say a word, just like a puppet.

No matter how many small movements Fujiwara Xingkong made in private, there was no response.

This is not how you should behave when you bring your boyfriend home to meet your parents. Even Sachiko Shiraishi is more enthusiastic than you.

Mrs. Xia Xi also noticed that her daughter's mood was wrong, stood up, and said with a shallow smile: "Sorry, I still have things to deal with, Fujiwara-kun, Xiao Lin will leave it to you."

"Okay, don't worry, auntie." Fujiwara Xingkong hurriedly got up and saluted, and after watching Mrs. Xia Xi leave, she sat back beside Xia Xilin.

Glancing at her hands tightly wrapped in gauze, she frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

"Nothing to do with you."

"I seem to be your boyfriend."

"Now it is not."

"Is your period on your mind?"

Xia Xilin glanced over and asked in a murderous and cold voice, "Do you want to die?"

Fujiwara Xingkong silently clicked on the system exchange warehouse, and said expressionlessly: "You can try it."

The atmosphere slipped in an uncontrollable direction.

The breeze blows up the curtains with simple patterns, casting mottled light, and those lights fall on the tatami, as beautiful as snowflakes.

(End of this chapter)