173. This tea is not good enough for me to end up regretting this life
The drizzle is still falling unbridled.
Occasionally, a few bamboo leaves were rolled up and fell near the thatched house, and then they clung to the wooden railing with water drops.
This thatched cottage is located between the bamboo forest and the lake.
There were actually no windows next to where they were sitting, but the thatch on the roof stretched out, blocking almost all the drizzle coming from the sky.
The stove is constantly burning charcoal fire, the bamboo fence is leaning against the white stone wall, and the rainwater on the top of the thatch flows downward.
The rustling sound of the bamboo forest is even more pleasant to my ears.
Coupled with the sound of rain falling in puddles, this natural white noise is an excellent condition to help you fall asleep.
In this thatched hut that looked like a makeshift building but lacked nothing, two figures were sitting opposite each other.
"Ms. Kamiya, are you really feeling sorry?"
Minamoto Yorimitsu, who was already sitting upright, said this, then picked up the tea cup that had just been filled with water and blew on it lightly.
A few tender green tea buds are floating.
The fragrance mixed with heat hits the tip of your nose.
The woman sitting opposite him seemed to have a little more rosiness on her innocent cheeks, probably because she drank hot tea, and she was more humane than when they first met her.
The pure white kimono is still beautiful, and the water droplets that were originally thrown away are dried by the warmth of the body, but the red bird is even more gorgeous, probably because of the fabric.
Her narrow and beautiful eyes were lowered, and her long, flawless white fingers were playing with the tea set. She was sitting quietly on her knees, with a strand of brown hair hanging down from her ears, like a wife helping her husband refill tea.
"I never say panic." Shengzi Shengzi stopped moving and answered his question with a smile.
Minamoto Yorimitsu glanced at her thoughtfully, and then said slowly: "We are all still alive now."
"It's living within barriers."
"Then why don't you want to break free from the barriers?"
"Are you trying to persuade me?"
The inexplicable conversation stopped when Seiko Kamiya raised her eyes. She didn't seem to want to talk about it anymore, so she sipped the hot tea to herself.
The atmosphere fell into silence again.
The sound of bamboo leaves and falling rain remains.
It seemed to be expressing the pleasure of being hit.
This atmosphere is very strange, especially when there are several bodyguards in black standing not far outside the thatched house.
They stood in the rain holding umbrellas, not saying a word from just now until now. This scene was quite scary, but Minamoto no Yorimitsu was not too worried.
Even if he just bullied the Holy Son of Kamiya.
The latter couldn't help but be impulsive and ordered him to stay here or take action. Minamoto no Laimitsu was not afraid and had a strong confidence.
after all...
He is a man carrying a saber, a pistol, a sniper rifle and a rocket launcher.
If we really perform surgery on Minamoto Yorimitsu.
He can pull out an Apache helicopter gunship out of thin air from his waistband in a matter of minutes.
It can scare them to death.
Of course this also exposed the biggest secret.
But when everyone dies.
How can someone who cannot speak out leak secrets?
That's already the worst case scenario.
If Seiko Kamiya hadn't suffered from brain cramps, it would be impossible to threaten his personal safety. After all, modern society cannot kill people at will.
Of course, the premise is that they are in the same class.
After the two sides were silent for a long time amid the sound of falling rain and the crackling of firewood, a slender hand suddenly slowly appeared in the eyes of Holy Son Kamiya.
"Can you give me the flowers?"
Minamoto Yorimitsu's warm voice reached his ears.
The Holy Son of Kamiya was stunned for a moment.
Then he saw Minamoto Yorimitsu, who was sitting opposite, slowly extending his palm in front of him in mid-air.
She and Minamoto Yorimitsu looked at each other.
Feeling where the other person's gaze fell, and then as if aware of it, he raised his hand and gently stroked the flower beside his ear.
"Do you want these flowers in my ears?"
Shengzi Shengya's eyes flashed with confusion, but he didn't ask the reason for his request. He just looked at his outstretched palm, then narrowed his eyes slightly and said softly:
"You know, you will only wear this kind of thing if your sweetheart gives it to you. It's okay if you don't give it to me. You still want to take it from me. To be honest, it's quite excessive."
The flower arrangement on the sideburns is quite particular.
In ancient times, women were almost always inserted into their hair by their beloved men as a way to show their beauty and at the same time to show those who saw it that the famous flower had its owner.
As for arranging flowers by yourself, it is usually either because you want to find a spouse or you are attending an important occasion.
When he first arrived, Minamoto no Yorimitsu asked, Kamiya Seiko was participating in the crowning ceremony of his juniors, so he deliberately inserted three small flowers to show his formal standards.
But Holy Son Kamiya suddenly said this now.
It was obvious that this black tea still wanted to continue fighting with him. Regardless of whether she was sincere or not, he would not be hurt as long as he insisted on the beautiful woman lying.
"Miss Kamiya has a sweetheart?"
Minamoto Yorimitsu still kept a smile on his face.
He didn't take his hand back in mid-air.
It seems to express that it will not give up until it can be obtained.
"I picked this myself."
Shengzi Shengya glanced at his hand, a strange look flashed in his eyes, but he still had no intention of giving him flowers.
To be honest, this is quite embarrassing.
After all, Minamoto no Yorimitsu's hand has always been in the air. Let's not talk about whether his arm will be sore. He should withdraw it in time for such a silent rejection.
But he seems to be particularly persistent.
Even if Holy Son Kamiya turned a blind eye, he turned a blind eye and just put his hand in front of the other person.
Minamoto Yorimitsu stared into her eyes with a rare aggressiveness: "Then give it to me, the one you love."
"I didn't say you were."
The eyes of Holy Son Kamiya flickered a little.
This kind of gaze made her very uncomfortable, just like when she was exploring the bridge by the lake just now, Minamoto Yorimitsu's sudden approach and breath in her ear made her feel very bad.
In fact, she had seen this kind of look quite a lot.
Even though he is not young, Seiko Kamiya also knows what he looks like and what kind of attraction he has to men, so it is commonplace.
But if others see her like this.
She can turn a blind eye.
But when it was Minamoto Yorimitsu, the strange feeling just now appeared again. Kamiya Seiko actually knew why, it was probably a psychological reason that he had never been exposed to it before.
A special feeling like love at first sight...
She was determined not to believe it.
But if the body suddenly experiences it after never having been in contact with it, it will feel familiar.
This feeling made her feel distressed.
But there is still a relaxed smile on the surface.
It is undeniable.
She was indeed influenced by Minamoto Yorimitsu.
"Then please give it to me too."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu suddenly said again: "It's not as a token of love, but I just want to appreciate it."
Seiko Kamiya narrowed his eyes, looked back and forth on his face, and knelt down in silence for half a minute.
Until she drank all her tea.
Then he pulled up the cuffs of his kimono, gently stroked it with his slender fingers, picked out the three small flowers inserted in his hair, twisted them between his fingers and gradually handed them over.
Three orange, white and yellow flowers were placed in his palm.
The slender white fingers paused in mid-air for a moment, but when they were about to retract, their fingertips scratched the palm of Minamoto Yorimitsu's hand, and an indescribable itching sensation came.
Minamoto Yorimitsu raised his eyebrows.
Lift your head again.
Then he saw that Holy Son Kamiya had withdrawn his hand.
He picked up the tea cup again with a natural look on his face.
She didn't look at herself, as if she had done nothing just now and the feeling of scratching her palms was just an illusion.
This movement was so smooth and seamless that there was no trace of it.
Even more skilled than the Grandmaster at that time.
It directly reminds Minamoto no Yorimitsu of the setting in martial arts in the past. Although talented people have never practiced, as long as they get on the road, they will make rapid progress.
You have a strong learning ability!
Good tea, good tea!
If I don’t taste this tea, it will be a lifelong regret!
Minamoto no Yorimitsu thought for a moment, and sat in a more casual posture than before. He twisted up the three orange, white, and yellow flowers in his palm and placed them on the table in front of him.
The three orange, white and yellow flowers are indeed not gorgeous anymore.
It stands to reason that flowers should be more delicate when they are watered by rain or when there are still water droplets.
But it seems to be because it was blown by the wind just now.
The flowers at this moment are a little withered, nearly half of the petals have fallen off, and they even look a little dull.
It's just that Minamoto no Yorimitsu stared at these three flowers.
As if he was thinking about something, he put his arms on his knees to support his chin, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, and remained silent for another half a minute.
It wasn't until Seiko Kamiya's crimson lips opened slightly and was about to speak to ease the atmosphere that Minamoto Yorimitsu, who had been sitting silently for a long time, spoke first.
"No matter how beautiful the flower is, it will wither one day, but just because it will wither, it cannot stop blooming and have the moment that it should have."
When Shengzi Shengzi heard this, a strange color flashed in his eyes.
But he soon restrained himself.
After Minamoto Yorimitsu finished saying this, he raised his head, moved his eyes away from the flowers, and looked again at the beautiful cheeks of Seiko Kamiya opposite him.
"Specialist Yuan, there is no need to persuade me."
Seiko Kamiya's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had lost some of his patience, and he said in a calm tone:
"I'm just a widow, and I'm not qualified to own it. Please don't waste your energy on me."
Is there no success in empathy?
Or is it successful but not showing it?
Is this black tea so vigilant?
"Miss Kamiya, do you think I'm biased against you?"
Minamoto norimitsu asked with a smile.
"Why are there vulnerable groups in this world? The moment the so-called disadvantaged are named, they have become a prejudice that is looked down upon by the mainstream of society."
Seiko Kamiya rubbed his tea cup with his fingers and calmly said something that was irrefutable.
Once certain words are applied to one's head.
It's just that I have been put on invisible shackles.
Just like caring for vulnerable groups, if you are a normal person, you don't need to use the word "care".
It's just that Minamoto Yorimitsu didn't agree with her words.
These things are all subjective impressions. There is darkness and there is light. You should not look at it with such a negative attitude. You must at least acknowledge the existence of light.
certainly.
Since he has chosen to taste this tea.
I still chose to follow her words.
"This is indeed the reality."
Minamoto Yorimitsu looked down at the teacup: "But I personally have no prejudice against Miss Kamiya, otherwise——"
His voice suddenly stopped.
Holy Son Kamiya just waited for his next words.
He also showed a look of interest.
Just after hearing what he said.
This great interest subsided again.
"Otherwise I wouldn't call you Miss Kamiya."
Minamoto Yorimitsu looked away from the rippled tea surface, raised his head and looked at her again, laughing in a warm voice that even he felt was rare.
The eyes of Holy Son Kamiya were slightly moved.
The fingers holding the tea cup suddenly tightened.
But he soon relaxed again.
Just when she wanted to end the topic directly.
Minamoto Yorimitsu once again said something astonishing.
"And I have a way to make flowers last forever."
"What can you do?"
Holy Son Kamiya frowned slightly.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu didn't give an answer this time, he just smiled mysteriously at her and said, "I'll find out next time we meet."
Telling only half of your words can really make people angry.
Even the Holy Son of Kamiya is no exception.
It's just that her emotional control was extremely strong, so she was able to hold it back and just nodded in silence.
The topic was ended again.
Silence fell again.
Just when Yorimitsu Minamoto thought he would have to find a topic in silence later, Seiko Kamiya, who was sitting opposite, stared into his eyes and suddenly asked:
"Are you really not interested in my sister?"
This sentence first made him stunned for a moment, and then successfully made Minamoto no Yorimitsu fall into hard thinking.
Because this sentence is so misunderstood.
If Minamoto no Yorimitsu had not been chatting with Kamiya Seiko about ambiguous topics just now, then if the other party could ask this question, the words must have been the original intention to express.
But the key is that it was still ambiguous just now.
Suddenly, Seiko Kamiya asked this question.
Isn't it obvious to make him think too much?
As the eldest sister, after she was rejected when she proposed marriage to her younger sister, she was flirted with by the other party. Finally, she confirmed that the other party was indeed not interested in her sister.
According to normal people's logic.
This is to prevent yourself from being jealous.
Or eliminate the risk of two people dating.
But is she, Seiko Kamiya, a normal person?
This black tea definitely has no good intentions!
He must have been frustrated just now, and now he wants to regain his position, so he deliberately said such words!
It is indeed an old tea that has been around for a long time!
Even Minamoto Yorimitsu, who had experienced a lot of tricks with many Green Tears, felt that he couldn't take this trick, so he chose to be ambiguous in the end.
"Ms. Kamiya, do you want me to have it or not?" Minamoto Yorimitsu asked with a sigh.
After saying these words, he knew that he had won back a victory, and this move was firmly withstood.
"Of course I hope so."
It seemed that Seiko Kamiya was just as he thought. After hearing Minamoto Yorimitsu's not-so-good answer, his slender eyes couldn't help but flash a little narrowness.
"That would disappoint Miss Kamiya."
Minamoto Yorimitsu shook his head.
The smile in the eyes of Holy Son Kamiya became even stronger.
It's like winning a battle.
This feeling is better than negotiating a deal.
Seeing his face gradually calming down, Shengzi Shengzi did not want to fight. Instead, he gave up and changed the subject: "Please don't forget the dance in three days."
"Will Miss Kamiya be very beautiful that day?" Minamoto Yorimitsu narrowed his eyes, still a little unwilling.
"Isn't it beautiful today?"
Seiko Kamiya unfolded his sleeves, pursed his crimson lips, and said with a smile: "Or if you see a lady who is more beautiful than me, you will abandon me."
"I just said it casually, Miss Kamiya, there is no need to be like this, and it sounded jealous."
"Jealous?" Shengzi Shengzi covered his lips lightly and said with a smile like a flower: "I'm just jealous."
"We're not married yet."
Minamoto Yorimitsu said tit for tat.
"But there should be quite a few girls that you have a relationship with. Whether it's the girl named Sakichu Kodou or Yoshikage Tenkai, they are all so young and beautiful."
The Holy Son of Kamiya still said with a smile.
However, these words made the atmosphere suddenly freeze.
In an instant, both of their eyes changed, like a converter, suddenly turning the ambiguous atmosphere into a bad one.
Minamoto Yorimitsu narrowed his eyes slightly.
My mind became active again.
But he didn't lose his temper.
"Miss Kamiya has good ears and eyes."
"This is the situation that Aiko investigated last time." Shengzi Shengzi suddenly held his face in his hands and asked with a smile: "It has been so long, and I don't know how many more people have been added."
Her sudden action was too womanly.
It is completely different from the previous strength.
It's like a man in the palace learned that his sweetheart had communicated with other women, but he didn't dare to confront him and asked about it, so he could only use these words to express his dissatisfaction.
The flavor of this tea is really getting stronger and stronger!
No wonder it is said that old tea has a long aftertaste.
It turns out it means progressiveness!
"So, Miss Kamiya, are you worried?" Minamoto Yorimitsu sat casually, his posture no longer as rigorous as before.
"Of course I'm starting to worry. I don't have time to squander it, so I definitely want to get married directly."
Kamiya Seiko held his face in his hands, his long sleeves of his kimono were hanging on the table, and he didn't even care about it now.
She showed a rare appearance of a little daughter.
But her beautiful eyes are still demure, and she is not afraid that Minamoto no Yorimitsu will think too much. She seems to be getting more and more addicted as she talks, slowly shaking her head and saying with pity:
"I'm just an ordinary woman. I can't be too picky about potential marriage partners, right?"
"If I get married to the wrong person, it will be a nightmare. After all, the rate of domestic violence in society is so high now, I might be beaten to the point where I can't even get out of bed."
"Every day I go home and receive my husband's abuse. My tiredness is not understood. My husband cheats on me a few times when I have nothing to do. It makes people afraid of marriage just thinking about it."
Are you just an ordinary woman?
Minamoto no Yoriguang's face turned a little dark after hearing this.
The eldest daughter of the Kamiya family, the current head of the Kamiya family, is a rare woman who wields a sharp sword.
Which of these names can be said to be an ordinary person?
Thank you, Black Tea, for having the nerve to say it!
And the domestic violence I just mentioned.
Who dares to domestically abuse you?
Just stand aside your burly bodyguards who look like bears. If you dare to take action, even if the bodyguards immediately pull out their pistols, it seems not too much, right?
Although domestic violence is not related to family background.
In a previous life, even a certain parent and princess were subjected to domestic violence.
But based on what he currently knows about the character of the Son of Kamiya, it is definitely impossible for such a thing to happen.
This woman is just like her sister.
They are all very vindictive and have strange brain circuits.
Not to mention the level of domestic violence.
I'm afraid even a curse will be resented.
It is truly a dangerous and vengeful black tea.
Minamoto Yorimitsu cursed in his heart, but the expression on his face remained calm, and he just gave his answer truthfully: "I don't do domestic violence, let alone verbal abuse."
"You just don't want to cheat on me, right?"
Holy Son Kamiya asked with a smile.
"Men really don't have good things. They obviously have someone else's heart, but they are still greedy and want to take more."
"Miss Kamiya may be worrying too much."
Minamoto norimitsu said calmly.
"Oh?" Shengzi Shengzi gently pulled the hair around his ears. Some of it fell off when he was picking flowers, and then said with a playful expression: "You can try to quibble with me."
"Is there a possibility that they only got my body, but not my heart?" Minamoto Noraiguang said this slowly while looking at her face.
"You haven't got everything yet?"
The Holy Son of Kamiya chuckled.
Minamoto norimitsu continued to quibble with a serious face: "Things like beauty may destroy my body, but they cannot destroy my will."
"I see."
The Holy Son of Kamiya was thoughtful.
"What do you understand?"
Minamoto Yorimitsu asked.
"You are setting the stage." Shengzi Shengzi moved the hand holding his face, pretending to be suddenly enlightened.
Minamoto Noraimitsu raised his eyebrows: "Why do you say that?"
"You are saying this now to inoculate me against future infidelity. Am I right?"
Seiko Kamiya rolled up his sleeves slightly. It seemed that he had been sitting on his knees for too long, and his body felt a little uncomfortable. He moved a little rudely, but he was not afraid of what he would say.
Then he answered Minamoto Yorimitsu's question.
At the same time, he conveniently placed the purple clay pot into which the tea had been poured on the stove. When he looked outside, he waved his hand, and it seemed that he was asking someone to add water to it.
Minamoto Yorimitsu said without changing his expression: "It seems that Miss Kamiya is indeed seriously considering our marriage."
A bodyguard in black walked in.
He bowed his head respectfully throughout the process, picked up the wooden ladle next to him, scooped water into the water tank, filled the purple clay pot, put it down, and bowed his head again before silently exiting.
Not a word was said the whole time.
It seems that this kind of action has become a custom.
Just like the habits of ancient nobles.
Shengzi Shengzi didn't care what he thought, he just sighed quietly, not knowing what he thought of, and said softly after being silent for a moment:
"To be honest, people's hearts are the hardest to measure, so I usually use behavior to judge. For things like cheating, as long as you have behavior, that's enough."
Her principle is that the deeds do not matter the heart.
Only look at the results, not the process.
Behavior inherently represents a certain choice.
"Then what would Miss Kamiya do if she encountered this situation?" Minamoto Yorimitsu looked at her and asked.
"of course--"
The voice of Shengzi Shengzi suddenly paused, a mysterious smile bloomed on his face, like a bright clear spring in a deep pool, and then he slowly raised his right hand.
Her fingers are slender and white.
As flawless as mutton-fat jade.
But it was such a beautiful hand. Under her control, the index finger and middle finger stretched out in particular.
It repeatedly made opening and closing movements in mid-air.
Seiko Kamiya even dubbed the song.
"Kacha, kacha, kacha!"
The smile of Seiko Kamiya became more and more charming, and he retracted his two fingers, but the words that came out of his mouth were frightening: "Of course, cut it into pieces and feed it to the dogs."
At least Minamoto Laiguang's eyelids were twitching wildly.
A cold air came out of his spine involuntarily.
I feel like these words were directed at me.
"What Ms. Kamiya said is really dangerous."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu took a deep breath and said.
"I've already been hurt by someone who betrayed me, so I don't care what I do. As long as I can be happy, I'll be fine."
The reason given by Seiko Kamiya is very simple.
It's so simple that he can't quibble at all. No matter where he stands, he can't seem to respond to this move.
So this time he chose to defend.
"I can understand this."
Minamoto Yorimitsu nodded when he heard this.
But I always feel that the atmosphere is still a bit depressing.
Then there was silence again.
"Why, Special Agent Yuan is a little scared?"
The smile of Holy Son Kamiya became brighter and brighter, like a blooming lotus, and his voice became softer and softer: "So you'd better not offend me."
Her words were like a charming trap.
The more such dissuasion, the more it arouses people's desire to explore, as if she herself understands.
But I just said it deliberately to stimulate him.
However, Minamoto no Yorimitsu was not stimulated, but he still chose to jump in. After taking a deep look at her, he said: "No, I want to try it even more, Miss Kamiya."
If I don’t go to hell, who will?
After getting the love-guilty simulator, Minamoto no Yorimitsu understood his responsibility, which was to face all kinds of bad girls head-on.
Even if this road becomes more and more lonely.
But there are some things that you can't put down after you pick them up.
He was also mentally prepared.
As for the hardships of walking this road...
Disgusted? Abused? Seduced?
Minamoto no Yoriguang all picked up!
To become a qualified tea master, you must naturally be tempered by countless green teas. You must not be afraid of any hardships and hardships, and keep your true intentions even if you are a beauty trap.
Looking at Minamoto Yorimitsu.
There is nothing difficult about this kind of thing.
At worst, I just don’t move!
You can do whatever you want!
If I don’t respond, I’m not falling into a trap!
"If it's Special Agent Yuan, it doesn't matter if you cut a few more paragraphs. After all, I have high expectations for you."
Seiko Kamiya didn't know that Minamoto no Yorimitsu had thought so much in an instant. He still had a smile on his face, and he nodded directly to him meaningfully.
After internal torture, Minamoto Yorimitsu was now fearless and looked at her lips more aggressively: "Then when will we go on a date?"
A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of Holy Son Kamiya.
It seems that he did not expect that he changed so quickly. He was a little worried just now, but now he seems not to be afraid at all.
It's just like...
Kang was ready to die.
This is too strange no matter how you look at it.
Seiko Kamiya stroked his hair, which was ruffled by the cool breeze again, and thought about it for a long time without coming up with a result. He could only ponder for a moment and then responded:
"Isn't the next dance just a date?"
"I can not dance."
"Then I can teach you."
"It means that before we go, Miss Kamiya invites me to be your dance partner. Is that understandable?"
"What you say is not a gentleman." Seiko Kamiya rolled his eyes and said with some resentment, "Usually men invite women to be their dance partners."
"I don't like being a gentleman the most."
Minamoto Yorimitsu was now mentally and physically enlightened. At this moment, he only felt that there was a feeling in his heart that one man was in charge of everything. He spoke to her even less restrained than before:
"Gentlemen often cannot take advantage, and I am more greedy for beauty, so I can bear the infamy."
An honest man must never be a gentleman.
People choose to be a gentleman only if they have certain conditions. After all, if you have a house, a car, and no worries about the future, you can have the energy to practice gentlemanly behavior to win your heart.
But what about ordinary people who have nothing?
It's better to be more down-to-earth.
If you want to get it, be shameless. After paying the price, you have to ask for something in return. If the other party doesn't give it, withdraw and stop the loss in time. Otherwise, you will be the one who gets hurt.
Honest people don't like to hurt others.
But he is always hurt by the person he likes.
Shengzi Shengya felt his gaze and couldn't help but frowned: "Are you really not afraid?"
She didn't understand Minamoto Yorimitsu.
According to my own speculations and those of those people, the other party should be the leading bird from Tokyo, probably a young master with a weak sense of presence who was chosen by chance.
All the information on Minamoto Yorimitsu can be checked.
I found that he seemed to be an undoubted native of Kyoto. Although it is easy to falsify paper documents and the like, there are many video recordings that can prove it.
Elementary school, junior high school, high school.
Short videos are available for each age group.
There are even many people who can prove it.
If Tokyo really wants to reshuffle the cards, why go to all the trouble to let a child grow up in Kyoto and take on this task at a young age.
Does he have the ability to withstand the storm?
That's why it's even more strange, because Minamoto no Yorimitsu seems to have nothing to do with Tokyo. Countless information supports it, and their conjecture is wrong from beginning to end.
So where did he get these things?
Including the shares of Kyoto Broadcasting Bureau and Kansai International Airport, this involves two places.
Are those people that confident?
Or maybe the original guess was wrong. Minamoto no Yorimitsu had some unknown means and obtained the qualification to hold the sword through a channel that even they didn't understand.
Then there must be some power behind him.
There is even a black hand driving all this.
This is also the reason why many people, including the Son of Kamiya, are patient. Even if their power is taken away, they still dare not act rashly and wait to see what happens.
In addition, the other party also showed that he was interested in her, which made her even more confused.
Could it be that he is just a front-runner?
Are you also qualified to have private emotions?
Just when Seiko Kamiya's face was dark and unclear, thoughts were flying in her mind like vines, Minamoto Yorimitsu, who saw her deep in thought, felt as strange as she did.
If only he knew what the other person was thinking at the moment.
I'm afraid everyone has to sigh and say that the people from these financial groups and wealthy families are indeed deep-thinking conspirators.
But there is no power behind him.
It's just an ordinary hook.
"Miss Kamiya is so beautiful and very measured in what she does. Why do I have to be afraid of you?"
Minamoto Yorimitsu shook his head and responded.
"You've taught me how to behave appropriately."
Seiko Kamiya smiled a little hypocritically.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu heard her sarcasm, but he put on a decent smile on his face, deliberately deflected the conflict and said: "That's a family concept, not you."
Seiko Kamiya looked at him deeply.
But he didn't answer his words again.
Instead, he closed his slender eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, he seemed to be a little tired. He easily changed the subject and once again explained the transaction content.
"Specialist Yuan, please pay more attention to the matters in Osaka. After all, I have more affairs here."
"I'll call later."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu doesn't like having a hot face against a cold butt.
So I don’t have the heart to talk about that anymore.
He just responded with the same hypocrisy as her.
"I took these flowers back with me. I will return them to you next time, so that Ms. Kamiya will understand my intention."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu was silent for a while, then he picked up the orange, white and yellow flowers in front of him, put them gently in his jacket pocket, and stood up to say goodbye.
"Then I'll look forward to this surprise."
Holy Son Kamiya nodded speciously.
Minamoto Yorimitsu placed the flowers and nodded: "It seems that Miss Kamiya is tired. In this case, I will leave first and won't disturb you to rest here."
After saying this, he picked up the umbrella by the wall.
Without any nostalgia, he opened the umbrella in his hand and raised his feet toward the bamboo forest outside the house.
But before he could walk out of the thatched hut and turn around, Holy Son Kamiya suddenly stopped him again.
"Specialist Yuan, please stay."
"What's wrong?"
Minamoto Yoriguang turned around and looked back.
Seiko Kamiya, who was sitting on the tatami in a white kimono, pursed his lips and seemed to be hesitating. After thinking for a moment, he finally said:
"Commissioner Yuan, please...call me Holy Son from now on."
As if he was afraid that Minamoto Yorimitsu would think too much, before Minamoto Yorimitsu could show his surprise, Kamiya Seiko sat on his knees with a normal expression and calmly explained.
"After all, you and my roommate are familiar with each other. If we meet again in the future, it is always difficult to distinguish them by their names. This kind of title will help me distinguish them better."
Her words are very credible.
But Yorimitsu Minamoto would never believe it. After all, the show is classic enough when he lies and then explains it.
But is she sincere?
"What about Kamiya...Miss Seiko?"
"What's wrong with me?"
Seiko Kamiya narrowed his eyes.
Minamoto Noraimitsu ignored her gaze and just asked: "Don't you want to call me a special agent anymore?"
"What do you want me to call you?"
"Minamoto-kun? Hikari-kun? Yorimitsu?" Minamoto Yorimitsu bundled up his umbrella and just said with a smile: "I have no requirements in this regard, as long as it is not a professional job."
Shengzi Shengzi pondered for a moment, and finally seemed to have an idea, and said slowly: "Then let's call him Aguang."
Minamoto Yorimitsu couldn't help but his eyelids twitched when he heard this.
"My parents only call me this name. Isn't it a bit bad that you are called me this way now?"
"I'm older than you."
The Holy Son of Kamiya laughed when he heard this.
"Isn't it too early to be a sister at thirty years old?"
"Of course that's too much." Minamoto Yorimitsu chuckled and continued: "I intend to be the husband of Miss Seiko, not a younger brother who is half a generation shorter."
"Isn't this what the relationship between sister and brother is like?" Seiko Kamiya said this misunderstood sentence with a narrow smile.
Minamoto Yorimitsu was silent for a moment after hearing this, but this time he did not refuse: "This is a good reason, I accept it."
"As long as you are willing." Shengzi Shengzi nodded.
"Then I'll take my leave."
Minamoto Noraimitsu held an umbrella and took one last look at her.
There seems to be no nostalgia for this ambiguity.
A few dozen seconds after entering the wind and rain, Minamoto no Yorimitsu's figure holding an umbrella gradually became sparse, and then he walked into the Sagano bamboo forest and disappeared.
Only the thatched cottage remains.
Rainwater still collects in puddles.
The bamboo forest also swayed with the wind.
The purple sand pot on the stove has been boiling, and the lid of the pot is shaking wildly due to the steam, and it makes a gurgling sound, which is louder than the crackling sound of firewood.
Seiko Kamiya looked down at the tea cup.
There was only a shallow layer of dark green tea water left inside.
The calm tea reflected her cheeks, completely imprinting this beauty, but compared to the smile that appeared just now, she was a little too expressionless at this moment.
Seiko Kamiya picked up the tea cup with both hands.
He raised his goose neck and drank the remaining tea.
Let the already cool tea flow into your throat.
"Crack."
The tea cup collided slightly with the wooden table.
A sound was made.
Seiko Kamiya put down the cup, tugged the hair around his ears again, and finally slowly raised his face.
"Kikuchi."
Following her soft call, the middle-aged man in black who was standing nearest outside the thatched house walked in, stood beside her and lowered his head, respectfully waiting for instructions.
"Inform Ishikawa-san and ask him to lift Aiko's grounding and tell her that someone made a deal with me."
"As for the content of the transaction."
"It means letting her be free as a bargaining chip."
Her voice was different from when she was talking to Minamoto Yorimitsu just now. She didn't have any emotions at this moment. She just gave orders to the people next to her after thinking for a moment.
"I see."
The man named Kikuchi nodded.
Then he took out his notepad.
He quickly wrote down the request.
"Also, ask Sato-san to prepare the latest list and tell her that Osaka has reached an agreement and someone will contact her soon to ask her to prepare the supply chain."
Holy Son Kamiya ordered again.
The man nodded again and wrote it down.
Without any hesitation.
"In addition, you send some people to follow Minamoto Norimitsu, that young man just now. I want all his whereabouts records, just ordinary whereabouts records will be fine."
"Don't disturb his private life."
"And it's best not to be discovered by him. Even if you are discovered, don't be nervous. Don't use other means. Just say it's my concern."
It wasn't until he said this that the voice of the Holy Son Kamiya became more colorful, and his slender fingers took over the delicate porcelain cup without hesitation.
But the middle-aged man next to him paused.
These were not recorded.
I couldn't help but raise my head and look at Holy Son Kamiya.
"Miss...you are..."
As soon as the middle-aged man in black spoke his words, he saw the indifferent eyes of Shengzi Shengzi looking over. He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar and quickly lowered his head.
"If you want to report to father, just go ahead and do it."
"Don't ask me what I think."
"And you are not qualified to question me."
Seiko Kamiya put aside the tea cup in his hand and just looked at the middle-aged man quietly. A trace of disgust suddenly appeared in his eyes, and his voice was as cold as the cold winter wind.
She seemed to have thought of something.
The look of disgust in his eyes was even stronger than before.
The middle-aged man did not dare to speak, but quickly bent his waist to ninety degrees, as reserved as a student.
Even cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Bean-sized beads of sweat dripped from his chin.
?
?For about half a minute.
The Holy Son of Kamiya returned to his senses.
He waved his hand somewhat impatiently.
"Go and do it."
The middle-aged man once again expanded his bend.
He quickly exited the thatched cottage backwards.
I dare not say any more unnecessary words.
Silence fell into the thatched house again.
Holy Son Kamiya touched his ear. That was the place where Sanhua existed, but now it was taken away by that person.
He stood up and put on his wooden clogs, walked to the steps of the thatched cottage, and stood with half of his body outside the house.
She looked towards the roiling lake in the distance.
There was a complex look in the deep eyes.
The cool breeze and drizzle swept away a bit.
The noble kimono will inevitably get wet.
At the same time, waves of coolness came.
Suppressing the flames rising in her heart.
The Holy Son of Kamiya just let half of his body be soaked by the wind and rain. Even if the bodyguards saw it, they held umbrellas not far away and silently did not dare to come near.
Siluke
She looked at the lake and the misty blue sky.
Suddenly I feel very weak.
Then he held on to the guardrail of the thatched cottage next to him.
Slippery rainwater remained on the guardrail.
But this kind of reliance made her feel at ease a lot.
Just like in the rough sea, the boat sees the lighthouse and feels a sense of security in its heart.
Although the guardrail feels wet to the touch.
It made her palm very uncomfortable.
But at least it won't feel as thin as before.
"The most unreliable thing in this world is sweet words, especially those coming from men's mouths."
"Just like what my father said back then."
"It's a pity that I chose to inherit. I have lost the qualification to own it and wasted too much of my time. Otherwise, I really wanted to try that unreliable thing."