116. The younger brother is the most hated man in the world (4D)
Put on new socks at the entrance of the tea room.
Fujiwara Izaya raised his head and looked inside. The room had an area of about eight mats. The candlelight was not bright enough, but it felt a bit hazy. The guests were sitting side by side, and they seemed to be all women in gorgeous kimonos.
A female guest near the door saw Fujiwara Izaya at a glance, stood up suddenly and walked over.
"Hey, it's the young chairman. We are rare visitors," she said, standing next to Fujiwara Izaya cordially, "Can you sit next to me tonight? My daughter has always wanted to get to know the young chairman."
"This is no good!" Mrs. Hoshimi looked at the wife who was trying to steal her son-in-law with a straight face, "Fujiwara-kun is my intended son-in-law. Don't make a mistake, otherwise the dividends from your Hie Shrine will be withheld next year.
!”
Fujiwara Izaya smiled apologetically at the lady.
"You are bullying others with your strength!" Madam covered her lips and smiled gracefully, without affecting the atmosphere.
"Fujiwara-kun, come with me to the main seat." Mrs. Hoshimi let go of her hand and walked up to the tea seat.
Fujiwara Izaya adjusted his collar a little, faced the eyes of all the female guests present, and walked straight up to the top.
He has a black and gray pattern with a tall and straight figure, an elegant appearance, and a straight back. The young man turns a blind eye to the eager gazes of everyone, with a subtle determination in his expression and a confident look in his eyebrows.
The quaint-colored walls and space instead highlighted his figure. The clothes he wore looked like they were an original part of his body, and the light seemed to dimly shine into the dim depths of the spacious tea room.
From being ignored at the last regular meeting, this time it became the center of attention.
It only took Fujiwara Izaya just one month.
He doesn't appear proud.
But in his heart, he was proud of himself.
Fujiwara Izaya sat down next to Mrs. Hoshimi, Hoshimi Rinko also changed out of the cloth socks that she had worn all the way and put them in her small handbag, then walked into the tea room politely and sat down next to Fujiwara Izaya.
"Senpai..." Fujiwara Izaya tugged on her sleeve.
Rinko Hoshimi was still angry and ignored Fujiwara Izaya's little actions. Mrs. Hoshimi looked at her daughter and felt funny in her heart. She turned around and glared at Fujiwara Izaya, indicating that he must coax his daughter.
good.
Fujiwara Izaya made an OK gesture.
Mrs. Hoshimi then walked around him and turned to chat with several ladies nearby who were admiring the paintings of singing immortals hanging in the niches.
"Do you know who the painting is?" Hoshimi Rinko asked her junior.
Fujiwara Izaya looked at the painting but could not answer.
Judging from the inscription, it is the work of Sotatsu Hohashi, a painter from the early Edo period. He added light ink line drawings with light colored ink paintings.
"This one doesn't have a song title, and I don't know about it either. These kinds of songs and fairy pictures all look the same, so it's hard to tell them apart."
"The painting is of Ono Komachi." Hoshimi Rinko said, "Waka said that the Tokiwa pine trees are green and the spring colors are more vivid. My mother felt that this season was suitable for the artistic conception of the painting, so she hung it up."
Fujiwara Izaya watched it carefully.
The painting outlined with fresh ink seems to have a fragrance emanating from it.
Just as he was about to ask how much it was worth, the paper sliding door at the door suddenly opened and someone walked in.
Fujiwara Izaya's eyes were immediately attracted.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri, wearing a bright red kimono with a black sash around her waist and vines embroidered with gold thread on her cuffs, walked into the room with dignified steps and elegant posture like an empress who went to court.
Her hair was tied back with a hairpin, and she walked straight up with a cool and noble face.
The ladies on both sides couldn't help but exclaimed: "Fuka-Eri is so beautiful!"
I agree... Fujiwara Izaya's eyes fell on Kasahara Fuka-Eri. The projection of indoor ornamental bamboo fell on her snow-white neck, making people feel that the shoulders of her gorgeous long-sleeved kimono vaguely reflected soft light.
The orange hair became more gorgeous as a result, swaying like a burning flame.
He asked in surprise: "Why is Miss Fuka-Eri here?"
"Mom thinks it's troublesome on rainy days and doesn't want to go out." Kasahara Fuka-Eri's voice still had no inflection, "Originally, my sister planned to come, but when she heard that you were there, she didn't want to go out, so I had to take my place at the Tokyo Grand Shrine.
Attend."
"Eri Fuka, come over here and sit down." Mrs. Hoshimi greeted her cordially.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri, who originally planned to walk to Fujiwara Izaya's side, paused, turned and walked to the other side, sitting on the left side of Mrs. Hoshimi, separated from Fujiwara Izaya who was sitting on Mrs. Hoshimi's right hand side.
More than two meters.
After sitting down, the eyes of most people in the room were still focused on her.
Miss Kasahara has always had a cold personality and rarely appears in such public places, so she easily becomes the focus of the crowd.
Surrounded by everyone's eyes, Kasahara Fukae was expressionless inside, sitting upright on her knees, as motionless as a statue. Her eyes didn't even fall on anyone present, she just looked at the tea table calmly, her skirts were red and seductive.
.
How strange... Fujiwara Izaya had an illusion. Her temperament was obviously cold, but bright red seemed to be the most suitable color for her.
There are many colors in this slightly dark tea room.
But as soon as she appeared on the scene, it seemed that only red was left in the world, and even the dark tea room became brighter.
And she was oblivious to everything. Her delicate eyebrows gave everyone the first impression not of beauty, but of fierce aura, as compelling as a heat wave. Her long orange hair flowed like satin, in the middle of a simple bun.
A simple hairpin is inserted horizontally, and two thin red ribbons hang around the wooden hairpin until it falls on the waist.
If there is such a thing as a beautiful country and a beautiful city in the world, it is probably just her.
Just when he was thinking about this, Fujiwara Izaya felt a pain in his waist. He turned his head and looked at Hoshimi Rinko. The senior was looking forward with an elegant expression, as if the hands pinching the tender flesh of the senior's waist were not hers.
Same.
All right!
Fujiwara Izaya quickly corrected his mistake in his mind.
In addition to Miss Fuka-Eri, Miss Rinko is also a charming figure.
It was getting late, and the servants came in with tea-making tools, placed them on the tea table, snack boxes, brought tea sets, guests' belongings, etc., and filled the table.
The charcoal fire and kettle were also brought up. Hoshimi Rinko casually added some charcoal and put the kettle on the stove.
Fujiwara Izaya has been familiar with the rules of tea ceremony since he was a child, but he has no interest in ordering tea himself. His parents did not induce him to learn tea ceremony, probably because they knew that he would definitely find a wife who knew tea ceremony in the future.
"Hello, Chairman Hoshimi!"
A hurried lady walked in outside the door. She was not wearing a kimono, but a suit and skirt. After saying hello to Mrs. Hoshimi, she went straight to the lord and knelt down. Then she bent down slightly and said
Fujiwara Izaya and Kasahara Fuka-Eri each said hello.
"Hello, Agent Fujiwara, hello, Ms. Kasahara."
"You're welcome." Mrs. Hoshimi said calmly, explaining to Fujiwara Izaya by the way, "This is Director Ota of the Scheduling Department."
"Hello, Director Ota." Fujiwara Izaya responded politely.
Kasahara Fukaeri didn't react at all, she just glanced at Fujiwara Izaya's face lightly.
But she didn't speak, which made Fujiwara Izaya full of questions. Now that the business was about to begin, he couldn't go over to ask questions, so he could only sit and wait for time to pass.
Sitting in the main seat in the middle of the table, Mrs. Hoshimi looked around the room leisurely, her eyes that showed no emotion were extremely clear, and there was no trace of time on her beautiful face.
"Everyone, before we start the tea party, let's discuss some miscellaneous matters."
Her voice was as cool as water, flowing slowly through the hearts of everyone present.
As expected of a big shot who has been in high positions all year round, that voice full of feminine charm seems like the biggest noise in the world will fall into soothing silence at the moment of collision.
Looking at the quiet crowd, Mrs. Hoshimi smiled coldly and noblely, and slowly said: "In the past year and a half, there has been a shortage of yellow pine jade raw materials, and there is no current stock in circulation in the Tokyo market. What is going on, please Ota
Director, tell us carefully."
Director Da Tian stood up and briefly talked about the shortage situation and the estimated time required for replenishment. It was not until the end of the words that he came to the key point: "According to the investigation of the Law Enforcement Department, a group of unknown forces are purchasing Huang Songyu everywhere.
Regardless of price or quality, we accept everything.”
"Where does this power come from?" Mrs. Hoshimi asked.
"It's not clear," Director Da Tian said in a low voice, obviously a little cautious. "The other party was very cautious. The transaction was done in the same way as drug transactions, leaving no clues at all. The people from the Law Enforcement Department pretended to release information to attract them to come and purchase, but
Either they found out, or they escaped during the arrest, so there are currently no clues."
"I know, find a seat and sit down." Mrs. Hoshimi said calmly.
After Director Ota sat down, she looked around the audience and spoke kindly: "The main reason why Director Ota came out to say this is to remind everyone: If you have any clues, please report them immediately, and at the same time, keep them in your hands.
Huang Songyu, don’t covet some immediate gains and cause catastrophic losses in the future!”
At the end of the words, there was a bang and a circle of air exploded.
The air flow rolled up the skirt, and Mrs. Hoshijian's jet-black hair was flying, with a calm and confident expression.
"Please rest assured, Chairman Hoshimi!" Everyone at the table responded in unison.
"Good!" Mrs. Hoshijian lowered her gaze. The next second, she suddenly smiled, as if she had forgotten how scary she was just now, and greeted everyone pleasantly: "Let's drink tea, eat something, and have a pleasant chat.
Something."
The atmosphere in the tea room relaxed a little. Everyone talked about interesting things, discussed the flower arrangement and tea ceremony, and joked about which house had interesting things happening.
Everyone here is a distinguished person, and they can all talk about flower arranging, tea ceremony, and incense ceremony. Mrs. Hoshimi greets everyone as the host.
There was peace in the tea room.
Only three people were bored.
The water on the tea table was boiling. Fujiwara Izaya took off the lid of the kettle and sat there, feeling bored. Then he turned to look at Kasahara Fuka-Eri who was also bored. The lights in the room suddenly became brighter.
When she got up, her fair and slender neck under the kimono was illuminated all white, and her waist was so slender and well-proportioned that people wanted to reach out and take her into his arms.
As he watched, Kasahara Fuka-Eri gave him a vague look, so he had no choice but to turn his head and look at his senior sister's waist that was narrowed by the belt.
As a tea room, the lighting in this room is just right for the youthful brilliance of the senior. The delicate tip of the nose and the unique little lips are very attractive, with a feeling of water and spirit. The hands placed safely on the knees seem to be blooming gardenias.
Flowers bloom gracefully at the fingertips.
"Fujiwara-san," Rinko Hoshimi warned in a low voice, "please take away that obscene look."
"It's so boring..." Fujiwara Izaya sighed.
"You're bored and why are you here?" Hoshimi Rinko glanced sideways at him, "Besides, I'm afraid it's not that your life is boring, but that you are pursuing a boring life."
Thinking about this problem, Fujiwara Izaya entered the sage state.
"Perhaps as you said, it's not that my life is boring, but that I am pursuing a boring life. People all want to escape from boredom, but I want to go deep into boredom, just like on the railroad tracks
The train is running backwards. So, I deserve to complain when life becomes boring, like when my wife ran away."
"...?"
It took Rinko Hoshimi a long time to understand this sentence. She tilted her head slightly and looked at him with an expression that seemed to say, "Did your brain grow to gain weight?"
"Also, I remembered something!" Fujiwara Izaya continued, "Even gods will roll away in the face of boredom!"
Hoshimi Rinko thought for a while and asked uncertainly: "Nietzsche?"
"Senpai is so smart!" Fujiwara Izaya gave a thumbs up.
"That's natural." Hoshimi Rinko looked very proud, her cheeks were dyed with a beautiful color, and her cute dimples appeared.
There were some pastries on the table. She picked up one and gave it to Fujiwara Izaya. She also took one for herself. While eating, she asked, "Has the construction of Asakusa Shrine been completed?"
"The worship hall is almost ready, but the rest of the supporting facilities are not yet available."
"When will you take me to visit?"
"After the summer vacation." Fujiwara Izaya took a bite of the pastry in his hand, and then choked. While wiping his tears, he picked up the pastry and looked at it. It was green and smelled like mustard.
"It's wasabi cake!" Hoshimi Rinko covered her lips with the back of her hand and let out a proud laugh.
"I'll let you try the wasabi ice cream next time!" Fujiwara Izaya glared at her.
Hoshimi Rinko's lips curled up and her eyes curved into crescent moons: "When you threaten others, you should act more domineering!"
"What should I say to be more domineering?"
"Well, for example... don't cry in despair, it's just mustard ice cream, and you won't die..."
"Senior sister, you are so cute, the words you say don't feel domineering at all."
"That's right, what should we do?"
"Let me do it." Fujiwara Izaya cleared his throat and leaned close to her ear, but did not speak for a long time.
Hoshimi Rinko took small bites of the mustard cake and waited intently.
Watching her chewing biscuits and her throat slowly moving, Fujiwara Izaya seized the opportunity and said maliciously in her ear: "Asuka ntr you!"
"...Ahem." Hoshimi Rinko coughed a few times, and her delicate face turned red instantly.
Seeing that this trick was effective, Fujiwara Izaya looked calm and continued: "Fuka-Eri wants to ntr you too!"
"..."
The muscles on the senior sister's face began to twitch.
"Actually, Kawashima Meiji was the first person to ntr you."
"..." Xing saw that Rinzi's head had dropped, her little hand was covering her mouth, and her body was trembling.
"By the way, also, my aunt is actually older than my senior sister..."
"Uh...ahem...uh..."
"What's wrong, senior?"
"Uh..." Rinko Hoshimi covered her throat with both hands.
"Be careful, you may choke yourself..." Fujiwara Izaya patted her back gently.
"You, uukanshu.com www.uukanshu.com, I will kill you..." Hoshimi Rinko felt like she was going to die. She hit his chest with her head desperately, stretched out her little hands and grabbed his collar and shook him desperately.
In this unladylike gesture that was never revealed, the senior thought in her heart: Junior is the most annoying man in the world...
The strange behavior of the two people attracted the attention of Mrs. Hoshimi.
She turned her head and looked over, just in time to see her daughter huddled shyly in Fujiwara Izaya's arms. Her clear eyes were filled with tears at the moment, as if she had feelings that could not be expressed in words.
Moreover, my daughter was indeed so shy that she could not speak. She just blushed and gasped "haha".
Mrs. Xingjian felt a slight movement in her heart, and frowned her long and thin eyebrows slightly, thinking that this is not going to work. As a mother, I have to help my daughter... If the chairman of the board of directors knows why my daughter is like this, I am afraid it will happen again.
That's another story.
"Rinko~" My mother said slowly, "Please order a cup of tea for Fujiwara-kun."
"Mom, I, ugh..." Hoshimi Rinko blushed and wanted to accuse her junior, but her throat was choked with mustard and she couldn't speak. This gesture had an unprecedented sense of humor, but Fujiwara Izaya
I think it's cute.
"Don't be shy." Mrs. Hoshimi looked at her daughter with a look that saw everything, "You are the master tonight, and you should entertain Fujiwara-kun in person."
"I, cough, no, wu, mom, you..."
"If you don't entertain Fujiwara-kun, mom will do it herself."
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