Even if the sky is hazy and gloomy, the way of philosophy is still full of falling maple leaves, full of red and yellow intertwining.
There are several couples under the largest maple tree.
Although they were strangers, after talking to each other for a few words, they all enthusiastically took photos of each other and their children, and their faces were filled with happiness.
The children were not very old, about five or six years old, and they were just childlike. They held hands and squatted down to pick up maple leaves, and were assigned to play house games.
"What good will it do you to take her down?" Minamoto norimitsu looked away, turned to the woman and asked with a smile.
"Happy, happy, delighted." Mizuze Xiaye's cheeks were still shining, and the flower-filled fan was extremely bright: "This is much more interesting than negotiating a business deal."
I don't know if it's an illusion.
Minamoto Yorimitsu seemed to notice that the other party was always glancing at the couples indifferently, and the peach blossom eyes on the fan also showed a trace of longing.
"To what extent is it considered a win?"
"You know it yourself. I think the Holy Son has also told you what kind of person I am, so don't worry about me having any additional plans. You just need to say that this is a deal after you get it, so that her expression will brighten up."
"What about my reward?"
"Can I?"
Mizusawa Natsuye lowered her head shyly.
Minamoto no Yoriguang put his hands behind his back, just smiled and said softly: "Talk about business like this, it will hurt your feelings."
"You are so serious when talking about business, and I like how you are." Mizusawa Xiaye laughed again, but after a few seconds he suddenly changed his voice and said: "Then take it as the Mizusawa family's endorsement for you.
How’s the pay?”
Do you want the Mizusawa family to endorse me as a reward?
Minamoto Yorimitsu studied this sentence carefully.
He met her meaningful gaze again.
I couldn't help but be surprised in my heart.
But he didn't look anxious.
"Can you represent the Mizusawa family?"
Minamoto no Yorimitsu did not hesitate to express doubts, looked at the other party up and down, and then asked: "And do the Mizusawa family really have the ability to endorse this?"
"Why do you underestimate me so much?"
Mizusawa Xiaye blinked her beautiful eyes, put away her fan quickly, her peach blossom eyes filled with tenderness, adjusted her sleeves, and said in an unhurried voice:
"The Mizusawa family controls most of the temples and shrines in Kyoto. It's not like the Seiko's family. It's just a family that was founded by run-down samurai riding on the east wind of industry."
"And since I said it, of course I have the ability. Regarding this, even if I lie to you, you will be punished in the end. I don't have the habit of being arrogant."
"I know that other people's targeting and discrimination actually don't have much impact on you, but it's like having a wooden thorn stuck in your fingertips. Even if it doesn't hurt, it still makes you feel sick, right?"
The sarcasm she said about Kamiya Seiko was naturally blocked by Minamoto Yorimitsu, but for other words, she still put a little more thought into it.
The simulator's rewards include many, but the one that benefited him the most was undoubtedly the numerous shares that gave him great influence, and he became one of the upper echelons of Kyoto.
But since there are benefits, there are naturally costs. Just like if you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight. When mastering a sword, you must at least have the strength to hold it.
Reflected in modern society, interpersonal relationships are obviously power. Although they are intangible, they are real and can also suffocate people to death in the undercurrent.
Now that he is becoming more and more powerful, even if he has mastered so many things, as long as he does not interfere in specific affairs casually, those people will always give him a bit of a thumbs-down and be afraid of something that does not exist in the first place.
But here too much emphasis is placed on seniority. Kyoto is also synonymous with conservative traditions and is certainly not friendly to newcomers, and even tries to exclude foreigners.
As Mizusawa Natsuye said, in fact, Governor Kobayashi's threat last time had no effect on him, and the words Seiko Kamiya's father said from above were all nonsense.
But this is because human relationships are too shallow. Even if you are not afraid, someone will disgust you. If it is not troublesome, Minamoto no Yorimitsu does not want to have flies buzzing all the time.
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I just endorse it in the name of my family.
It's indeed quite a favor.
So even after confirming that the other party is capable of doing so, he still has something he wants to make clear.
"This is not necessary for me." Minamoto Norimitsu caught a glimpse of a piece of red maple falling on his shoulder: "To be honest, I am not afraid of trouble, so I am not urgent in terms of needs."
"Whether you take the Holy Son or not, it's actually not a big deal. At least it's just an interest to me."
Mizusawa Xiaye seemed to have expected that he would say this, so she prepared the draft in advance, and gently stroked the mahogany fan bone with her delicate green-white fingers.
She did not tell lies.
Seiko Kamiya has had a feud with her for a long time. This is a well-known thing in the circle. To put it bluntly, they are just looking for trouble when they are idle, and they are happy when they see the other person not doing well.
If we were talking about the importance of needs, it would be better to have a child and keep it for fun, but she didn't tell the truth.
On Minamoto Yorimitsu's side, although he is naturally hostile to green tea, gaining connections from equal transactions and gaining satisfaction from connections is the central point.
I don’t know if what I planted in the heart of the Holy Son last time worked or not, but it is foreseeable that this time the other party takes the initiative to trade, which is probably a win-win situation.
Looking at Mizusawa Natsuye's charming eyes, Minamoto Yorimitsu nodded and said, "I agree to this deal."
"Can you pull the hook?" Mizusawa Natsuye stretched out her hand from the long sleeve of her kimono and raised her tempting little finger.
The fingers are as smooth as silk.
As soon as they hooked each other, her fingers became impatient and scratched the palm of Minamoto Noraimitsu's hand.
Even though she was being tickled by a fish, Mizusawa Xiaye's pretty face still had a smile on her face. She couldn't see anything strange at all. Instead, she shook her hands and muttered: "A liar will swallow a thousand needles."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu felt the itch that had just subsided.
There was anger rising in my heart.
But he still looked at Mizusawa Xiaye who was smiling.
"Then before the transaction, in order to reassure each other's credibility, how about handing over a deposit to show sincerity?"
Mizusawa Natsuye picked up the piece of red maple that had just fallen on his shoulder. He originally wanted to throw it away, but he paused and put the maple leaf into his pocket.
Minamoto Yorimitsu stared at her face and his tone became a little unpredictable: "How do we exchange deposits with each other?"
"We don't know each other very well, so in order to see each other's sincerity, we can have a heart-to-heart talk tonight."
Ignoring his strange gaze, Mizusawa Natsuye took his arm again and pulled him forward with a gentle force, until he walked to the maple tree where there was no one there anymore.
"I'm not in good health and I'm afraid of catching cold at night."
"But my health is not bad. If you are cold, I will not hesitate to lend you some warmth."
"I am a person who pays more attention to fitness..."
"But today everyone is bringing this."
Just when Minamoto no Yorimitsu understood the other party's intentions and was about to refuse based on what he said last time, he saw Mizusawa Natsuye smiling and taking out two pieces of paper from his collar.
His green-white fingers twisted the paper and handed it to him.
Minamoto Yorimitsu suppressed what he originally wanted to say, hesitated for a moment and then took the paper.
The paper was a bit thick to begin with and had been stacked several times. You had to peel it apart to see what was inside. When you put it in front of you, it smelled like disinfectant.
Open the two pieces of paper that were neatly folded.
After seeing clearly what was written above, Minamoto Yoriguang's eyes narrowed for a moment, then he turned to look at the second piece of paper.
After repeatedly confirming the seal.
He stood silent for a while.
Because these two pieces of paper are both certificates issued by the Affiliated Hospital of Kyoto University School of Medicine, and the contents of the certificates are HPV and HIV, the results are both negative.
"These are all true."
While he was still in silence, Mizusawa Natsuye's voice was like the two pieces of paper, still provoking the majesty of the tea master: "If you are not worried, you can go to the hospital now for a checkup."
This sentence is simply heartbreaking!
Minamoto Yorimitsu's refusal was due to health reasons.
Now she has poked two inspection reports in front of her face. This is undoubtedly the arrogance of Green Tea!
In particular, Minamoto Yorimitsu's gaze shifted slightly.
Looking at Mizusawa Natsuye, who was holding her arms tightly with both hands, her face was full of shyness, and her shoulders were shrouded by a range that was stronger than the master field.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu took a deep breath, forcibly resisted the opponent's expansion of the field, and barely maintained a smile on his face and said: "I believe in Miss Mizusawa's credibility."
"So what answer do you want to give me?"
After getting the answer she wanted, Mizusawa Natsuye's peach blossom eyes flashed with narrowness, and she even opened her neckline slightly, revealing her slender white neck and the snow-white area.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu was furious when he saw this!
He has repeatedly tolerated it, but what he got in return was the other party's endless arrogance. Should he continue to tolerate it?
Just for a moment.
His heart surged like a volcano erupting.
But his mind is still unusually calm.
I made my decision based on my own experience.
Retreating the enemy head-on is disadvantageous.
Showing weakness to the enemy is unacceptable.
The Grandmaster of the Medicine Bag tempted me with his sincerity, and now Grandmaster Mizusawa wants to join in the fun, so let’s fight!
Tonight, I, Master Yuan, will have a great time hunting!
"It looks like it's going to rain. It seems like it's time to go home and collect your clothes." Seeing his sullen face, Mizuze Xiaye raised his head with a smile on his face and looked at the hazy sky.
She is the eldest lady of the Mizusawa family, how could she need to put away clothes? Minamoto no Yoriguang understood this sentence in the blink of an eye, and at the same time his eyes became profound.
Suppressing the anger in his heart and belly, Minamoto Yorimitsu also raised his head to look at the sky, and then said: "Since it's going to rain, I'll buy an umbrella."
He deliberately emphasized his tone on buying an umbrella.
Mizusawa Natsuye held his arm and said with a smile in his ear: "Do you have to buy an umbrella? Walking in the rain is also a very romantic thing."
"Although you won't necessarily get sick if you get caught in the rain, the road will inevitably be muddy and your clothes will be wet and dirty."
Minamoto no Yoriguang smelled the fragrance on the tip of his nose, but was not moved by this infatuation. Instead, he stopped her waist and answered meaningfully.
Even if it is basically certain that there is no disease, there is still a certain risk if there is no direct contact with the umbrella.
Forget it if it’s Xiao Teng and Tian Hai.
After all, it was their first time to know the basics.
But since it is Mizusawa Natsuye, even if she wants to be successful, she still has a clear bottom line.
The two looked at each other in silence for a few seconds.
It wasn't until raindrops actually fell and a cold breeze suddenly blew that they separated their tit-for-tat glances.
Mizusawa Natsuye sighed, smoothed the hair next to her bun with her fingers, and said with a sheepish look on her face: "Okay, I'll follow you, let's hold an umbrella this time."
This is the charm of words.
Minamoto Yorimitsu is actually a bit raw.
But Mizusawa Natsuye is already extremely skilled.
——————
At around eight o'clock in the evening, dark blue thunder pierced the sky outside the Heian Shrine garden area.
Heavy rain poured down outside the window.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu closed the window in front of him.
"I heard that you had three husbands?"
"Is that what the Holy Son said again?" Mizusawa Xiaye lay lazily on the sofa, looking at his home with some curiosity, and explained: "Obviously they are just sick and tuberculosis ghosts, but they have to die.
It’s my fault.”
As if she felt that it was inappropriate to say this, Mizusawa Natsuye kicked off the clogs on her feet, took off her pure white socks with her hands, and after being stunned for a while, she said softly:
"But it may be my fault. I don't know exactly what it is. Maybe this is the fate of becoming a witch's husband. Although I don't believe in so-called theology, life is full of twists and turns."
After she finished speaking, she was stunned for a while. She didn't know what suddenly came to her mind. She just lay on the sofa and curled her toes, and her rare charm was reduced.
"In a family like yours, the man's health shouldn't be that bad." Minamoto norimitsu walked to the refrigerator in the living room, opened it, turned around and asked, "do you want a drink?"
"No, I have to stay up late today and I want coffee."
Mizusawa Natsuye came back to her senses by his gentle call, declined the drink, and then replied in a shy voice.
Minamoto Yorimitsu smiled, took a can of coffee from the refrigerator, handed it to the other party, took out his mobile phone, and said loudly: "I want to order some takeout. I'm a little hungry. You shouldn't mind this kind of food."
Bar?"
"Don't think that I am so rich and well-fed."
Mizusawa Xiaye held the black coffee, opened it and took a sip. She felt it was a little cold and put it aside:
"When I was very young, I fantasized about running away for wonderful love, and I made up my mind that as long as it was for love, it didn't matter if I lived in poverty."
"Then why didn't you do this?"
Minamoto Noraimitsu asked with great interest.
Mizusawa Xiaye picked up the coffee again and said with a smile in a matter-of-fact tone: "I haven't met you yet."
She was half lying on the sofa looking very lazy.
The pure white socks were thrown aside casually, and the delicate toes were very white, looking flawless.
Of course the neckline of the blue kimono is open again.
After Minamoto norimitsu drank the last sip of juice, he put the empty can next to him and took it with him to pack it away tomorrow. Then he sat over and looked at her and said slowly:
"In the early years, I believed in a saying that says butterflies come naturally when flowers smell like flowers. If you like butterflies, you don't have to chase them. You just need to plant flowers in your yard and wait for them to come."
"What about now?" Mizusawa Xiaye blinked.
"Of course I don't believe it now."
"Why?"
Minamoto norimitsu touched his chin, thought for a moment and said with a smile: "Because before the flowers are planted, the butterfly I like may have been destroyed by others."
Mizuze Xiaye's eyes flashed when he heard this.
The two feet twitched.
There was no response to his allusion this time.
The central air conditioner has sufficient heating.
The delivery speed is a bit slow.
But half an hour later we arrived. It wasn’t any high-end cuisine, just simple charcoal-grilled mackerel and beef rice bowl, and two bowls of barbecued pork ramen.
After the meal, the two of them ate some fruit.
After everything was packed up, Mizusawa Xiaye walked barefoot on the floor and pushed him to the bedroom:
"Just go to the bedroom and wait for me. We will show sincerity to each other later. I hope you won't disappoint me."
"Then I'll go take a shower in the master bedroom." Minamoto Yorimitsu didn't have any objections to her current refusal to accept sharing a bath.
After taking a shower, Minamoto no Yorimitsu was waiting in the bedroom.
Until there was a knock on the door.
Mizuze Xiaye knocked on the door, her voice was soft and waxy: "Yuanjun, are you ready? The hem of my clothes got wet from the shower, and I'm shaking now because of the cold."
The central air conditioner in your home is very warm.
People who live here can basically overlook the entire Kyoto, so the heating and power supply are absolutely reliable, and the place will not stop even if the government power is cut off.
Minamoto norimitsu got up and opened the door for her.
As a result, I saw that Mizusawa Natsuye's originally tied hair was wet and hanging on her fair shoulders.
And the skirt she just mentioned was wet.
Wait until Yorimitsu Minamoto's eyes move down.
Only then did I know why she said she was cold!
Mizusawa Natsuye was playing with the hem of her clothes with her hands. Her blue kimono seemed to be wet with water. It was still dripping with water, and she could see that she was very uncomfortable.
And her pair of long, fair legs were already on display to her thighs, and there were still drops of water falling down.
Originally, the outstanding feature of the kimono was its roominess, but because the hem of the kimono was wet and lifted up, the feeling immediately changed. Minamoto no Yoriko even stared.
Show your legs directly or wear a skirt to show your legs.
Sure enough, they are two concepts.
Minamoto Yorimitsu made a quick decision, picked up Mizusawa Natsuye, and turned up the air conditioner temperature again.
Nearly forty or fifty minutes later.
The temperature in the room has become warm.
Mizusawa Natsuye's hair was messy. The bun that originally tied her hair had fallen into nowhere. The blue kimono was crooked and even torn in some places.
Anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that it was torn by hand.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu drank two glasses of water to moisten his throat and replenish the water he had just lost.
He is preparing to fight to the death tonight.
Mizusawa Xiaye gently held his neck, her peach blossom eyes were full of crystal clearness and tenderness, and her voice was softer than before and she said: "Can your body really bear the pain?"
Minamoto Yorimitsu squinted his eyes and moved his gaze slightly downward.
There was no sign of retreat on his face.
Why can’t I bear this red and purple color?
"Actually, every man is still a child at some point. For example, I am in my twenties. Although I am not young, I still have childish moments."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu said calmly.
Mizuze Xiaye was slightly startled for a moment when he heard this.
But soon I understood what he meant.
"But I can only have one when I'm pregnant. Otherwise, I'll take it off. How about we have one today?"
Only when estrogen is high, you will have what you should have. This is scientifically proven.
Mizusawa Xiaye looked at him with a smile.
Minamoto no Yorimitsu shook his head and just said casually: "I'd better practice first."
After a pause, he continued to ask:
"Is there anything wrong with your inspection report? If you are not sincere, our transaction will be over."
Mizuze Xiaye was silent for a moment, and the tenderness just now disappeared immediately. She looked at him with a smile but not a smile from the distance between Chi Chi, and said with a smile:
"I can go with you again tomorrow when you wake up."
Minamoto no Yoriguang nodded and agreed: "Okay, wake up tomorrow and go to the hospital."
This unhesitating tone made Mizusawa Natsuye, who was originally suspicious, bite him with her teeth in embarrassment.
But he remained unmoved.
It’s really not Yuan Laiguang who ruins the scenery.
Nowadays, the food safety problem in society is more serious than imagined. If you are not careful, you will be caught. Caution and caution have always been the first prerequisite to ensure physical safety.
After all, this is the era.
It’s not easy to drink with confidence!
The thunder and storm soon resumed.
But when the sound of thunder and rain gradually became smaller and closer to the end, the cell phone next to me suddenly rang.
"Ring ring ring——"
Just when the phone rang.
Mizuze Xiaye looked over.
At the same time, together with Minamoto Yorimitsu, they clearly saw the contacts on the phone screen. But after seeing clearly, Mizusawa Natsuye suddenly covered her mouth and laughed softly.
Minamoto Yorimitsu glanced at her.
Mizusawa Xiaye immediately understood the meaning.
Swipe up the screen to answer the call.
There was no sound from the microphone for a while.
Until Minamoto Yorimitsu frowned and wanted to hang up.
A familiar female voice came from the microphone.
"Are you available lately?"
"Miss Kamiya, do you want to see me for anything? If it's a personal matter, you can actually talk to me on the phone."
"I want to see you."
It seemed that he sensed his indifference, especially since his title changed from Holy Son to Divine Valley. The other party took a deep breath and directly explained his purpose.
This time it was Minamoto Yorimitsu who pondered for a while.
In the sound of gradually disordered breathing in the microphone.
He finally replied to Shengzi Shengzi and said directly: "Time, place, and I am not free today."
"Then I'll let someone tell you tomorrow."
After hearing this, Seiko Kamiya on the other side of the phone breathed a sigh of relief and replied as calmly as possible.
"Okay, I have something to do, so I'll hang up first."
Minamoto no Yorimitsu didn't mean to talk any more.
According to what the couple said, the two of them should have been in the Cold War, and it was Seiko Kamiya's fault, so he should have maintained some identity.
This is also the traditional trick for green tea.
Now it has been used by Master Yuan.
Just wait until he is about to hang up.
The hesitant voice of Seiko Kamiya came out from the microphone again: "What's that sound over there?"
"It's raining, the wind is too strong outside, and the rack I put to dry clothes in the courtyard is shaking." Minamoto Noraimitsu glanced at Mizusawa Natsuye, and answered with careful words.
This answer was originally considered normal.
But with the soft call of the summer night in Shuize.
The atmosphere on the phone immediately fell silent.
Minamoto no Yoriguang's lips twitched.
In the end, I still didn't intend to explain.
And on the other side of the phone.
The Holy Son of Kamiya was silent for a long time, and his breath gradually became disordered. Even in the sound heard by Minamoto Yorimitsu, there was a creaking sound of clenched teeth.
"Then did you hold an umbrella?"
"I'm afraid of catching a cold, so I fight very hard."
"Be careful if the rain sweeps in by the window."
"I will pay attention to this."
After hanging up the phone after a brief silence, Minamoto Yorimitsu put down the phone, and a prompt box appeared in front of his eyes.
[Seiko Kamiya’s dislike level has seriously increased!]
[The irritability has been reversed into a reward!]