137. After the tea party, I ate McDonald's with sister Fuka-Eri
The teahouse was brightly lit and people were moving around.
Hoshimi Rinko nodded slightly and signaled to Fujiwara Izaya. Her movements seemed elegant and dignified, but in fact, she had already scolded him bloody in her heart.
"Rinko," Mrs. Hoshimi glanced at the tea set on the tea table, and her eyes fell on a pair of tea cups, "I will use these Karatsu ceramic bowls to order tea for Fujiwara-kun."
Fujiwara Izaya looked at the pair of Karatsu ceramic bowls.
The black Oribe tea bowl has a pattern of thorn buds painted with black glaze on the white glaze on the front, giving it a sense of mountain and wild beauty.
"g~"
Hoshimi Rinko responded.
A small white hand stretched out, holding a bamboo brush and stirring the small cylindrical tea bowl, apparently cleaning it.
"It's a fine tea bowl." Fujiwara Izaya sat down next to her and looked at her little hands, "It's solid and majestic. It was made by a famous artist?"
"Fujiwara-kun also knows tea ceremony?" Mrs. Hoshimi asked slightly curiously.
"I've been influenced by it since childhood." Fujiwara Izaya answered obediently.
"I'm watching!" Fujiwara Izaya spoke while looking down at Rinko Hoshimi from the side. He saw the senior sister sitting on her knees, her rounded shoulders contracted and leaning forward, making her fair neck look longer and more attractive.
Attention.
The leaves of the indoor ornamental bamboo cast shadows on her collar, and the part above her slender neck was reflected in the bright light.
Being stared at by her juniors, Rinko Hoshimi tried her best, using a cylindrical bamboo brush to clean the matching pitcher, small tea spoon and handle spoon with light and graceful movements.
Next to her, Kasahara Fuka-Eri simply made a cup of tea, and after drinking, she put the cup back on the table.
She used a Shino pottery teacup with a faint reddish tint in the white glaze. When you look at it carefully, the beautiful red color seems to emerge from the white glaze.
and.
There is a light pink color at the mouth of the tea bowl, which makes it appear darker.
That's probably where the lips touch... Fujiwara Izaya stared at it for a few times. During the viewing process, the light pink color vividly showed red. It must be that the color of the lipstick became darker after the tea cup cooled down.
"g..."
Hoshimi Rinko screamed in dissatisfaction, stretching her fair and slender neck to look up at Fujiwara Izaya.
"Oh, I'm just thinking about something." Fujiwara Izaya quickly returned his gaze and met her eyes.
The pair of black eyes that almost filled the entire eye socket were watery and sparkling, extremely beautiful. The light was the flickering candlelight. The tearoom window was open. Whenever the wind blew from outside, the candlelight would flow from her face.
It flashed across the sky, illuminating the area around her eyes vaguely. And the moment her eyes overlapped with the candlelight, they were like coquettish and beautiful nocturnal insects flying in the middle of the night.
This shocking sight made Fujiwara Izaya subconsciously say: "It would be great if I could see my senior's eyes every day when I wake up."
"It's so good to be sleepy."
Hoshimi Rinko added tea leaves to the teapot with her fingertips trembling slightly. Her dark eyes made her eyebrows and lips even more beautiful.
The tea leaves absorbed enough hot water to release the tea polyphenols, and the light aroma hit the nostrils. Hoshimi Rinko washed away the tea foam, slowly poured the filtered tea into the Karatsu ceramic cup, and brought it to Fujiwara Izaya with a serious expression.
"Fujiwara-kun, please."
The candlelight flickered, and Fujiwara Izaya looked at her now well-behaved appearance.
Against the backdrop of the sliding door projected by young leaves, the golden paper crane magazines on the neckline and shoulders of her long-sleeved kimono shone brightly, trembling and dancing as if they were coming to life. Her elegant face full of fairy spirit exuded a transparent
Feeling beautiful.
Mrs. Hoshimi looked at her daughter's unprecedented soft posture, and the corners of her mouth moved slightly, wanting to laugh but holding back.
"Fujiwara-kun," she said in a kind voice, "you haven't accepted Rinko's tea yet."
Fujiwara Izaya took the tea cup with both hands,
Take a sip.
"How?" Mrs. Hoshimi asked.
"Well, Rinzi's way of ordering tea is simple and elegant." Fujiwara Izaya held up the tea cup and stared at the senior sister. "The fragrant tea brewed under her hands has a pure and real fragrance. Take a sip and savor it.
Tasting it, it feels like standing on the edge of the valley in the early morning and seeing cranes flying in the morning mist."
The eyes of all the female guests in the hall fell on Rinko Hoshimi, showing her original expression.
Fujiwara Izaya didn't know what they understood.
Anyway, he just said it casually, and he is not responsible for it and has no explanation.
"Rinko," Mrs. Hoshimi said to her daughter with a smile, "you also use another Karatsu ceramic bowl and order yourself a cup of tea."
Hoshimi Rinko didn't know what her mother was thinking, so she had to pick up another black tea bowl. The movement of ordering tea was very standardized. There was no fault in her posture from her chest to her knees. From this, she could appreciate her elegance.
.
She finished the tea she ordered and put the tea bowl on the table.
It happens to be right next to Fujiwara Izaya's tea bowl, which is round and looks like two people sitting next to each other.
"Sit next to Fujiwara-kun." Mrs. Hoshimi ordered again.
Hoshimi Rinko had no choice but to move her knees and kneel side by side with Fujiwara Izaya, with two fists between their shoulders.
"Closer."
"..."
There's only one fist left.
"A little closer."
"..."
The shoulders were touching.
Looking at the young man and woman who matched each other like a couple of gods, Mrs. Xingjian nodded slightly and smiled with satisfaction.
"Everyone," she looked at the female guests in the hall and picked up the two tea bowls in her hands, "These are a pair of tea bowls left by the ancestors of my Hoshimi family. They are of great significance."
All the gossiping eyes of the female guests fell on her.
"This is a pair of tea bowls that can only be used by the head of the house and his wife." Mrs. Hoshimi said with a cheerful face.
"Ah?" Hoshimi Rinko was surprised.
She has lived in this family for eighteen years and has never heard of such a thing.
The female guests looked at her again.
Fujiwara Izaya quietly tugged on his senior sister's sleeves with his hand, telling her to be elegant and not to panic.
"...Mom cheated on me." Hoshimi Rinko whispered to him, with a nice blush on her face.
Looking at her meek but innocent pitiful appearance, Fujiwara Izaya felt some sympathy in his heart, but mostly wanted to laugh.
Mrs. Hoshimi looked back at the young couple and said in a gentle voice: "Fujiwara-kun is handsome and Rinko is pretty. As a mother, I will announce their relationship. I hope some people here will not misunderstand me."
What an idea."
There was a burst of congratulations throughout the venue.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri frowned, her expression somewhat dissatisfied.
Hoshi saw Rinko lowering her head and her cheeks turned red.
"People in Tokyo love to lie!" Fujiwara Izaya said in a voice that only two people could hear.
"We, mother and daughter, are from Kamakura!" Hoshimi Rinko pushed back.
Fujiwara Izaya smiled, pretending to be solemn and asked: "You mean Kamakura people don't like to lie?"
Hoshimi Rinko thought for a while, then said meekly and innocently: "People in Kamakura also like to lie, except me..."
"Where is she?" Fujiwara Izaya pointed somewhere.
Hoshimi Rinko looked over and saw that her mother was chatting with a female guest. They were talking about what she and her junior would name their children in the future.
"She also loves to lie!" the senior said angrily, "Except for me, there is no one in Kamakura who doesn't lie."
"What if the chairman didn't lie?" Fujiwara Izaya asked curiously.
"That's tragic," Hoshimi Rinko sighed, "If it were true, I would have to cry in the tea room. How embarrassing."
"Oh, then just cry. It's okay. As a husband, I can comfort you. Oh, don't pinch your waist..."
She pinched Xue Di's waist hard, and the senior sister's pretty face, which resembled her mother's, was full of sullen expression. She wanted to say something else, but her mother next to her called her.
"Rinzi, see off the guests with mom."
"G, here it comes."
Rinko Hoshimi had no choice but to stand up and stood with Mrs. Hoshimi at the door of the tea room to see off the guests.
Fujiwara Izaya watched the guests start to leave the table, and stood up and put on his shoes to leave. When he walked to the door, Mrs. Hoshimi stretched out her hand to him: "See you during the summer vacation, Fujiwara-kun wants to give me a surprise."
"No problem." Fujiwara Izaya shook hands with his mother and said goodbye.
As for the daughter, she was lowering her head and not looking at him. I don't know if she was still shy. Her black hair with a red hairband looked very beautiful, and she could smell the faint fragrance of gardenia.
When I walked out of the tea room, it was still raining.
The rain hit the small pool in the courtyard, causing ripples and making the leaves rustle.
"It's still raining and the road is wet. Be careful!"
A senior's voice came from behind.
Turning around, he saw that the senior sister tilted her head and waved gently at him.
"Boom——"
A thunder sounded from far away to near.
The tall and graceful girl's lips moved slightly.
"Thunder God Xiao Dong, stabbing Yun Yu Lingye, you will stay..."
The sound coming through the moist air is ethereal and ethereal. Just like the sound of rain echoing late at night, the dark night and humid rain make the sound more ancient and charming, and spread farther.
Fujiwara Izaya took a transparent umbrella and turned around to leave.
Senior sister, after staying with her for a long time, it's hard not to have a good impression of her. She is the kind of girl who is steady, sensible, has a sense of humor, has a distinguished status but doesn't have much airs and is perfect. Her personality is also very compatible with her.
But the problem also lies in perfection.
The more perfect it is, the less likely it is to share it with others. Fujiwara Izaya still has a long way to go.
When he got to the parking lot, he drove to the bottom of the ramp and waited. After a while, Kasahara Fuka-Eri walked out of the rain holding a paper umbrella and wearing wooden clogs.
Deep in Fujiwara Izaya's eyes, he seemed to see the phantom of fire falling in the rain.
He pressed down the car window and looked at the flamingly gorgeous woman. She remained silent as ever. Her eyes, which were shining brightly, gave people a surprisingly clean impression. It even made people think that the curls of her toes were also clean.
The two looked at each other for a while, and finally Kasahara Fuka-Eri bent down and got into the car.
She leaned back on the chair indifferently, looking sideways at the rain on the car window, and her cheeks turned red. It was just that she was angry at herself for bowing her head this time.
Fujiwara Izaya tapped his fingers on the steering wheel happily: "I will take you back to Shenyin Town during the summer vacation to take a look."
"Why?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked at the world outside the car window.
The raindrops hit the window glass, dripping diagonally down the window glass, flowing, stopping briefly, and then flowing again.
"Because I treat you as a friend." Fujiwara Izaya looked at her and said, "As a friend, I should naturally let you know the other side of me."
The lights were on in the car and the window became a mirror.
He could see Kasahara Fukaeri's face reflected in the mirror, just like the fiery red phantom on the mountain dyed with red leaves.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri tightly closed her lips, and the rain criss-crossed her lines, turning her reflection into a ball of fire swaying on the creek, shining with the beauty of life.
After a long time, she was so excited that she said childishly: "This is called a friend?"
"Of course!" Fujiwara Izaya knocked on the steering wheel, "As a return gift, shouldn't Ms. Fuka-Eri tell me what you and your aunt are hiding from me?"
Hearing this, Kasahara Fuka-Eri lowered her eyes and remained silent.
"You must have reached some agreement with her." Fujiwara Izaya said firmly, "Otherwise, you wouldn't have been angry with me after what happened to me. You must know that the Suzuki Police Department has said that you are not okay with it.
People will show no mercy."
"That guy..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri frowned.
"He's okay, his personality is a bit smooth, but that's what you need right now." Fujiwara Izaya said, "At least if you leave any mess while handling the case, he can clean it up for you.
"
"Um."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri showed a rare meek attitude.
"Let me see your eyes." Fujiwara Izaya suddenly said.
"..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri hurriedly looked out the window again.
The shadow printed on the glass made her face look even more delicate due to the dark eyelashes. Fujiwara Izaya looked at it, and she shook her head slightly from left to right, warning him to look away, and at the same time, her cheeks flushed again.
There was a hint of blush - maybe this time it was because I felt shy.
A moment of silence.
The sound of raindrops hitting the window became stronger and stronger.
"I'm not good at talking to people..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri shrugged and glanced at his side face, "I'm sorry, just like I won't tell others your secrets, I can't tell you about Kuriko either."
"Ha ha."
Fujiwara Izaya laughed happily.
"Why are you smiling so happily?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri turned her head strangely and looked at him for the first time after getting in the car.
"I've thought of a way to pry open your mouth." Fujiwara Izaya stared at her cheerfully. The flaming bright kimono and the flaming bright orange hair made this woman so graceful and graceful.
She lowered her head slightly and leaned forward on the dashboard, her face hidden in her long orange hair.
The light in the car illuminated her snow-white back neck, and her complexion seemed to have been smeared with a light layer of rouge on smooth white porcelain, making it a charming red.
"Where to go?" Fujiwara Izaya lit up the car.
"Find a place to eat." Kasahara Fuka-Eri lowered her head and said in a weak voice, "I didn't eat anything tonight. I'm a little hungry."
"What should I eat?"
"Whatever you want, I can do anything."
The Ferrari left the parking lot and gradually merged into the avenue.
Tokyo was very crowded at this time, and it became a little smoother after turning onto the Metropolitan Expressway.
The rain was falling quite heavily. Fujiwara Izaya looked at the front where the wipers were sweeping, and suddenly had the idea of escape from Tokyo.
"Shall we go to Kamakura?" he asked.
"Huh?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri tilted her head in confusion.
"Don't you think this scene is very romantic? Two people driving this car on a rainy night, it's like a movie shot."
"Is it a crime movie?"
"It's not a crime, it's just two people in love escaping from the city to somewhere else."
After Fujiwara Izaya finished speaking, Kasahara Fuka-Eri said after a while: "It is more appropriate to call him a fugitive."
"It's not impossible." Fujiwara Izaya nodded lightly.
Looking at the rainy car window, Kasahara Fuka-Eri murmured: "You don't want to take me to a love hotel, do you?"
"What are you thinking about?" Fujiwara Izaya turned on the stereo in the car, "I'm afraid you'll have hidden rules for me."
Listening to the low melody of the saxophone, Kasahara Fuka-Eri wanted to laugh at his shamelessness, but held back.
The car drove straight to Kamakura, and it rained non-stop.
For a long time, there was only music in the car. In order to break the dull air, Fujiwara Izaya held the steering wheel with one hand and hooked Kasahara Fuka-Eri with the other.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri came closer to him and made a gesture of listening.
"I think you're a little unbalanced," he said.
"Why?"
"You are so cold on the surface and always look thoughtful. You are very strong. But sometimes, you look very weak. It's this imbalance."
"This is the first time I've been called unbalanced."
"For example, what we are doing now," Fujiwara Izaya said to her with a smile, "elope on a rainy night and escape from Tokyo. Can this be called balance?"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri retracted into the passenger seat and drew on the car window with her slender fingers: "Please remove the word elopement."
The rain became less intense. After passing through several tunnels, the Kamakura sign appeared in front of me. Fujiwara Izaya drove the car off the highway intersection. There were no people or cars on the road. There were only vending machines soaked in the rain.
Nothing memorable happened that night.
In the end, the two just found a McDonald's fast food restaurant and ate cheese beef burgers and French fries together. Kasahara Fuka-Eri ate an entire bucket of fried chicken by herself and drank three large glasses of ice Coke.
Since both of them were still wearing solemn kimonos, their appearance in a fast food restaurant really attracted attention.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri herself is a great beauty. Her elegant sitting posture, cheeks chewing food, and every gesture give people a sense of beauty. Many people are turning their eyes to see if a movie is being filmed, trying to find where the camera is.
After eating, I didn’t stay in Kamakura, but rushed back to Tokyo overnight.
The rain had stopped, and Kasahara Fuka-Eri slept on the chair all the way. Starlight shone outside the car window, and the edges of the glitter seemed to be wet with water.
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After the regular meeting of Onnyangliao ended, the next day was July, and plum blossoms were officially announced in the Kanto region.
The private Kitagawa Academy is ushering in final exam week. Club activities this week will be banned, and physical education, home economics, music and other courses will also be suspended for a week to give students ample time to prepare for the exam.
On Monday, Fujiwara Izaya received the essay prize from the Ministry of Literature and Art.
10,000 shakes
I can add an extra pork chop to my lunch.
During lunch break on Tuesday, Fujiwara Izaya was doing a Coke in front of the vending machine when he noticed the fat orange cat lying on the bench basking in the sun.
He walked over and grabbed "Sardine" by the scruff of his neck.
"Jin Shining Shining, I heard your nest was demolished recently, right?"
"Meow!"
"Still trying to hurt me?"
"Meow meow!"
Fujiwara Izaya pushed it to the ground with his backhand and stroked it from head to tail.
It is strange to say that he has the inheritance of the mountain god and should be loved by all living creatures, but this fat cat is not interested in him. He was puzzled and discussed this issue with his senior sister.uu
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To this, the senior sister’s answer was: Cats and dogs are natural enemies.
What does she mean?
The mountain god is a tengu, but the tengu is not a dog!
After petting the cat, on the way back to the classroom, I met my teacher Asuka Kasahara who was returning with Masami Koike.
"Asuka~" Fujiwara Izaya greeted her.
"snort!"
The school girl didn't even look at him.
She retracted her hands into the sleeves of the cardigan she had to wear because the classroom was too air-conditioned, and ran past him with her little butt twisted.
"Yeah, I'm sorry, she's angry." Masami Koike explained to Fujiwara Izaya apologetically, "Asuka said that she doesn't want to say a word to you until she is angry."
"Understood." Fujiwara Izaya stepped forward and gave her the English cheat sheets and review materials he had prepared in advance. "Please pass it on to Asuka. Don't let English hold her back anymore."
"Thank you Fujiwara-kun."
Masami Koike smiled warmly.
Returning to the Class D classroom of the second year, Fujiwara Izaya noticed that Seiji Ikeda, who had always been lazy, was also immersed in reviewing. But he was not the only one to become diligent, there were guys like him striving for second place everywhere.
The person who can get the first place will lie down on the table and take a nap.
Every day, I did the same things as usual, and nothing special happened. I went to the gymnasium and used the equipment to do daily exercises. After that, I went to the library and read the complete works of Soseki in my usual seat. When I went home in the evening, Ms. Yukino did it.
For dinner, most of the food was fish. Last night it was salmon, so I ordered an extra bowl. I had miso soup and a salad.
What kind of fish was it the night before... Hmm... I can't remember.