Hehe Zhengying was so angry that he was trembling, but the little girl turned around and hid behind Muchuanquan, and followed her into the main hall, which made Hehe almost explode his lungs with grievance.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu said a few words of comfort, and when he saw a woman wearing a dark kimono walking out, Taniwa Masahide stopped being sullen and hurried over to say hello.
The kimono-clad woman glanced at Minamoto Yorimitsu and invited them into the house with a calm face. The main hall was decorated in an antique style, with several futons on the floor and a wooden table. They sat down one by one according to their seats.
The kimono woman is the aunt of Masahide Taniguchi. Her hair is tied up in a bun and her temples are slightly white. She wears a black kimono with a white waistband and wooden clogs. She has a rather calm temperament and looks to be nearly sixty years old.
Except for the little girl who was sitting far away and ran to the table a few meters away to pick up a book, the person sitting at the head of the table was an old man with a bald head and his eyes closed.
Minamoto Yorimitsu put away the souvenirs, sat down on the futon and frowned slightly. He felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange, and the other party's parents were particularly dull.
He turned to look at Gu Zhengying beside him.
He found that the other party also had a confused look on his face, and felt strange as well, but after seeing the woman just now, he knelt down and sat down obediently.
The girl with short hair also sat upright behind the eucalyptus.
The whole family seems to have such a dull temperament.
The bald old man at the top still had his eyes closed, but the woman in kimono seemed to be very disciplined. She carefully added tea to the tray and gave it to her husband first. Then she walked over to Minamoto no Yorimitsu and placed the teacup gently:
"Have a cup of tea. I apologize for the poor hospitality."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu only felt weird that the atmosphere in this family was too dull and different from what he imagined, but he still took the tea and politely said: "You are too polite."
The woman looked at him deeply, then nodded slightly, but didn't say another word.
Then he turned to the side and placed the tea cup in front of Gu Zhengying: "Zhengying, you drink too."
"Aunt, whose family does that child belong to?"
He Guzhengying quickly took the teacup, but still seemed angry. He couldn't help but look at the little girl not far away, and then asked.
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Logically speaking, the child was wearing training clothes and should be just an apprentice in the gym, but now he was sitting in the main hall doing homework, and he didn't look like an outsider.
But he remembered that his aunt only had one daughter, Muchuanquan, and she didn't see her when she came to visit last year. It couldn't be another adopted child.
In response to his question, the kimono woman just glanced at the little girl, with no ripples in her cloudy eyes. She pondered for a moment before saying slowly:
"Li Tao is your fourth uncle's child. The couple often goes abroad, and they recently entrusted her to our care."
He Gu Zhengying was stunned for a while, as if he remembered that he had an uncle, but soon his face showed disbelief: "So she is also my cousin?"
"You have lived in Aichi Prefecture for a long time. It is normal for you not to recognize all your relatives here in Kyoto."
"This, I, this child is also my sister? How did the fourth uncle and the fourth aunt educate them? You didn't see it just now. This child is too uneducated!"
"You are so uneducated!" Muchuan Litao snorted in the distance and immediately counterattacked, making a face at Gu Zhengying: "I don't want a brother like you!"
Hehehe was so angry that his teeth ached.
Tsundere is an attribute that only looks interesting in anime. In reality, I don’t know how many people will be pissed off. Anyway, he was pissed off.
But before he could speak, the kimono woman frowned and turned her head, and said in a low voice:
"Li Tao, if you don't want to do your homework, go to the backyard and practice swordplay. Your father said the minimum is two hours a day."
The woman seemed to be very majestic, but with just a few words, the little girl immediately lowered her head, then picked up the book to cover her face.
"I have to do my homework, aunt!"
Seeing that she was reading a book honestly and her arrogance had subsided, the woman nodded slightly and walked back to the front seat with tea eucalyptus in her hand.
Kogen Laiguang looked at the little girl and raised his eyebrows.
Because in his sight, although the little girl was looking at the book, the book seemed to be glowing inside.
And she read it very seriously, and she was entranced in just two or three seconds, as if there was something in the book that attracted her, and a brilliant light reflected in her eyes.
Minamoto no Yoriguang looked at it for a while, and after a moment he knew why, but after being stunned for a moment, he just smiled.
The little girl still looked at it carefully.
The light of knowledge shone on the little face.
Upon seeing this, Kaguya Masaki was confused for a moment, and then suddenly his face became overjoyed. He held his neck and pretended to file a complaint, but Minamoto Yoriguang patted his leg beside him.
"When elders are around, don't act like a child. You can talk to your sister later."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu reminded him in a low voice.
Hehe Zhengying opened his mouth, feeling that what he said made sense, but in the end he could only turn his face away angrily.
The dull atmosphere is still spreading.
After a short silence.
It was the kimono woman who spoke first.
"My little girl has been taken care of by me before."
The woman sat next to the bald old man, gently squeezed his shoulders, and said calmly:
"I really didn't expect that with my little girl's personality and temper in the past, few people could contact her frequently, but now she can be associated with an outstanding child like you."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu had already had a good relationship with Taniwa Masahide, and he knew what to say. He immediately smiled and said: "Koizumi is actually very good, and she is just not good at expressing her feelings, but she is actually quite cute."
Isn’t it cute to play with a two-meter-long sword?
Do you dare to say it's not cute now?
The knife isn't on your neck, right?
The woman nodded slightly when she heard this. She didn't react like a normal mother would to her prospective son-in-law. She just quietly asked, "How long have you been dating?"
"Two months and seven days."
"Do your parents at home know about it?"
"Everyone has seen Koizumi's photos."
"Then how far have you progressed?"
"We're on to..."
Minamoto Yorimitsu subconsciously wanted to speak, but hesitated a little. He turned his head and glanced at He Yazhengying and Muchuanquan beside him, but in the end he did not speak.
Such a private topic.
In fact, there is no problem if you don’t say it.
The woman narrowed her eyes slightly, then continued to ask: "I heard Zhengying say before that your father and father are locals, and their ancestors are Qingwa Genji, right?"
"Yes, my hometown is in the countryside, Sanwa Town."
Minamoto no Yoriguang nodded and replied.
"Miwa Town?"
Before the woman could continue speaking, the bald old man sitting in the main seat suddenly opened his eyes and asked with sharp eyes: "My child, do you know Ichiro Genki?"
The bald old man opened his eyes suddenly, as if a sharp light flashed through them, but unlike his burly figure and gaze, just now Minamoto Noraimitsu noticed that his face was sallow, and he would occasionally cough.
Even when he asked this question, his voice could not hide his weakness, but his body was as straight as a peak when he sat there, giving people the feeling that a rusty sword was still sharp.
But when his father's name was suddenly mentioned, Minamoto no Yorimitsu's eyebrows knitted together. He pondered for a moment in front of the gaze that came over him, then looked directly into the other person's eyes and nodded.
"It's my father."
The bald old man's pale lips trembled as he watched his eyes change from shock to surprise, and finally became more complicated: "So you are Juichiro's child."
"Do uncle and aunt know my father?"
Minamoto Noraimitsu's eyebrows were even more wrinkled than before.
"It should be said that it's not just the level of acquaintance. Seriously speaking, your father is our last junior brother."
"The last junior brother?"
"It seems that Juichiro didn't tell you."
The bald old man coughed again, and still looked at Minamoto Yoriguang with complex eyes, but what was different from before was that his tone became gentler:
"To be serious, we both inherited the blessings from your grandfather, and even this gym is the same, so don't treat us like outsiders."
I don’t know if I heard it wrong.
Minamoto Yorimitsu always felt that the other party's tone was strange.
There even seemed to be a hint of guilt in his voice.
"I have never heard my father talk about you before."
"There are some old things in it, but it doesn't involve you juniors. It's still something we owe."
"Then I won't ask any more questions."
"Your character is really exceptional. Juichiro named you after your ancestor, and his own temper is also out of control. I didn't expect your temper to be so calm."
"Maybe I should follow my mother more."
Although he said a few more words than before, it was obvious that his father was also related to the old man in front of him, but after all, he was still a stranger and he didn't have much to say.
The atmosphere became slightly stagnant again.
The bald old man was silent for a moment, glanced at his wife beside him, then turned to look at Minamoto no Yorimitsu and said:
"Aguang, can I call you that?"
Minamoto Yorimitsu felt that the other party's attitude towards him had changed drastically, and he thought that it must be related to his father, and it seems that it is not a bad relationship now: "You are an elder, you can call me whatever you want."
"Has Juichiro ever taught you kendo?"
The bald old man leaned forward slightly and asked this question with a hopeful look in his eyes.
Minamoto Yorimitsu hesitated for a moment after hearing this, and then said truthfully: "I was taught them when I was a child, but they were all unskilled moves, and I never learned them in a formal way."
This answer made the hope in the eyes of the bald old man slowly disappear, and he finally fell into silence, sighing: "It seems that he doesn't want to learn..."
As if he had thought of something, the bald old man coughed even more fiercely, but he still looked a little unwilling to give up, and asked again: "Isn't there the slightest bit of it?"
"I will be teaching the Shinto style of incense for a few days."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu didn't know why the other party was so persistent in asking him this, but feeling that the other party had no ill intentions, he hesitated and added:
"But this is something I learned personally. It was not taught to me by my father. I only learned the basics of Iai."
He remembered that this skill was something he had only developed because he was disliked by the other party's daughter.
To be honest, my memory seems to be pretty good.
However, even if I took my famous sword Kneemaru which had been gathering dust in my inventory for a long time, it would probably still be a bit inferior to the American-style Iaiai of my various firearms.
The bald old man was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly: "Just think of it as a physical exercise."
After a moment he asked again:
"How is Juichiro doing?"
"My father is very good. He can eat at least six or seven bowls at every meal, and there is no pressure in other aspects."
Thinking of my father's burly figure, he could eat two pig legs when he was hungry. Even though he didn't know any kendo or judo, he could kill a wild boar with his body alone.
The bald old man was startled for a moment, then forced a smile and said, "I forgot, he is only less than fifty years old this year, which is when his body is strong."
"Then your body is..."
"I participated in swordsmanship competitions in my early years and competed with others in private to hone my swordsmanship. I accumulated a lot of hidden injuries. It's not a big deal. You don't need to tell your father then."
"I see."
If he really didn't care, he would never say not to tell his father. Minamoto norimitsu was confused in his heart, but his face still had a calm expression.
It's just that this is the last junior brother, and he told himself not to tell him about the injury. It was obvious that the relationship was very good before, but there must be something bad in the middle, and it seems that his father was wronged.
Just now, the other party said that the temple was indebted to his grandfather. This actually reminded Minamoto no Yorimitsu of his father in this body, and he almost never mentioned his grandfather.
But among the messy memory fragments, my mother seemed to have told her young self that my grandfather used to love swordsmanship, which is how the collection of swordsmanship books at home came about.
So what's the grudge here?
As the chief disciple, the other party gained the approval of his grandfather and gave the gym to him instead of passing it on to his father, so the two turned against each other?
Then the other party felt guilty and had to accept the master's wishes, and then his father left in anger when he was young and severed all relations with his senior brother?
With Minamoto no Yorimitsu's imagination, a scene like a TV drama was quickly staged, but before he could think about it for a long time, the kimono woman suddenly spoke.
"Actually, you are not dating Xiaoquan, right?"
"Mother."
"aunt!"
Muchuanquan and Hehehe Zhengying, who had been silent until now, both spoke at the same time.
But before she could say anything else, the kimono woman pressed her palms, Muchuanquan sat back silently, and Gu Zhengying opened his mouth on the spot.
Minamoto Yorimitsu felt the woman's gaze and did not continue acting this time. He nodded and said: "Yes."
He had felt it from just now. According to the normal attitude of parents meeting their prospective son-in-law, it is absolutely impossible to be so indifferent. The only explanation is to see through it.
Sure enough, the kimono woman spoke more gently than before, which proved his suspicion.
"Given this child's personality, she probably can't interact with others, and no one can tolerate her indifference."
"And she said she was introduced by Zhengying, so we probably guessed it. We just didn't want to say it out of sympathy, but now it seems there's no need."
"After all, you are Ichiro's child. You can be regarded as half of our children. We are really lucky to meet each other by fate. You don't have to be too restrained towards us."
Everyone present had different expressions. Gu Zhengying's face was shocked and a little scared, Muchuanquan was still calm, and the little girl not far away had her eyes widened.
After being torn down, it seemed like nothing happened.
As the woman said, if she didn't know him, it would be to give her daughter face, but now that she has an old acquaintance with Minamoto no Yorimitsu, it would be okay to tell her.
But deceiving is always bad, not to mention that the other person seems to know his father. Minamoto norimitsu decided to apologize first, but then the door of the main hall suddenly rang.
Dongdongdong——
"come in."
A young man opened the door, walked in quickly with his head lowered, bowed his head and saluted: "Master."
"What's wrong?" the bald old man asked.
The young man came closer, leaned down beside the old man, and whispered a few words in his ear.
The bald old man was silent for a moment after hearing this.
Then he nodded and waved the young man to go. His original expression instantly turned into a frown.
The woman gave her husband a questioning look.
"The woman is here again, and it seems she is here with Yin Tengsang. It seems she wants me to make up my mind."
"Do you want me to tell you that you are sick?"
"My sincerity is enough. Besides, I am really moved. I can still do something now."
"Just make up your own mind."
After a brief whispered conversation, the bald old man looked at Minamoto no Yorimitsu again, forced a smile and said:
"Aguang, I have guests visiting. Let Xiaoquan accompany you to the backyard for a walk. You young people just happened to be chatting. We can talk next time if we have time."
"The two of us..."
Minamoto Yorimitsu glanced at the girl hesitantly.
The bald old man waved his hand, as if because of the son of an old friend, he actually said teasingly:
"There's no need to avoid suspicion. If it weren't for some old things, you might still be childhood sweethearts, and you might even get married after cultivating a relationship for so many years."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu didn't know what to say, but he still echoed what his elders said: "That is indeed a pity."
What is a childhood sweetheart?
It will only affect my speed of finding green tea!
To be honest, Minamoto Yorimitsu felt that he should have returned empty-handed this time. The short-haired girl had a good heart and there was no need to deliberately tease her, not to mention that the other party's father had an old relationship with his own father, so he couldn't do it.
Unexpectedly, I used to regard green tea as tiger poison, but now, I am becoming more and more greedy, and it is still that addictive greed!
The bald old man fell into deep thought upon hearing this, seeming to be thinking about something, and suddenly asked: "Actually, it's not a pity, Ichiro hasn't given you a marriage proposal yet, right?"
"No, but myself..."
Before Minamoto no Yorimitsu could finish speaking, the bald old man moved his shoulders and said with a smile on his old face: "Then I can try to propose a second marriage to your father."
"???"
What kind of drama is this?
Can it not be so classic?
In order to win the forgiveness of his junior brother, is it right to marry his daughter directly to his son and then transfer the dojo?