123. The minds of daughters and mothers are not pure.
Ten o'clock in the evening.
Asuka Kasahara bit her pen and pressed her cheek against the table to pretend to be dead.
Opposite her, Hoshimi Rinko had just finished reciting a section of "The Book of Changes" silently, her slender neck was drooped, and her lips were in good shape.
"Let's end it here for today." Fujiwara Izaya closed the ancient book in his hand that was so thick that people were not interested in reading it.
The time has entered August. After intensive training, the physical strength of the four women has improved significantly. Among them, Kasahara Asuka, who is often forced to make up classes, has made leaps and bounds.
The school girl is very talented in her own right, plus she has a good brain and a good foundation, but her concentration is too poor.
Now with Fujiwara Izaya's supervision, after her only shortcomings were forcibly fixed, she easily entered the upper realm.
"I'm so tired——"
Kasahara Asuka rubbed her sore shoulders and stared at her senior with resentful eyes.
"The look in your eyes is scarier than adding coconut." Fujiwara Izaya picked up the water glass and took a sip.
Asuka Kasahara rubbed her face against the table: "Senior is the culprit who killed Asuka's youth."
After saying that, she rushed over with a "ouch" and grabbed Fujiwara Izaya with both hands.
"It hurts! Let go!" Fujiwara Izaya said angrily, "You grabbed my hair!"
"Nishiuchi——"
The two fell into a heap on the tatami.
"No! Don't move!... Take your hands away... Senior sister is watching."
"Give me a massage!" Asuka Kasahara kicked off her slippers and stretched her legs into his arms.
Fujiwara Izaya turned his head with difficulty to look at Hoshimi Rinko: "Senior..."
"Please." Hoshimi Rinko smiled gracefully, her eyes downward, the corners of her eyes bright, like daggers flashing with cold light.
Take a look.
Don't believe a word a woman says.
Just when Fujiwara Izaya was in a dilemma, the door opened and two ladies wearing loose and gorgeous clothes and narrow belts walked in under the moonlight.
Mrs. Hoshimi held a bouquet of black lilies in her hand, and Mrs. Kasahara held three masks, all of which were fox masks, one black and gold representing men, and the other two red and white representing women.
Write a book
"Rinko," Mrs. Hoshimi handed the flowers to her daughter, "find a vase and put the flowers in it."
"So beautiful!" Rinko Hoshimi smelled the flowers, "Widowmaker, it's rare."
"It was given by a nearby temple." Mrs. Kasahara sat down and pinched her ankles as if she was tired. "There will be a Buddha's birthday party that lasts for three days starting tomorrow. The monk wants us to go and help them support their appearance. Really, I
A great beauty should not attend the Buddha’s birthday in the temple, it’s boring——”
As soon as he finished speaking, as if in response, the bells of the nearby temple suddenly sounded.
It was a very ordinary small temple. The bell rang every morning and evening, and Fujiwara Izaya could hear it every time.
Hoshimi Rinko put the Widowmaker into the vase and brought it back to the table.
The petals are a little stretched, but not wilted.
Fujiwara Izaya came in and looked at it for a while, and said, "The petals are so small."
"What?" Hoshimi Rinko didn't hear clearly.
"It's like black, but not black enough. It's like deep purple but not purple. It's like applying rich rouge." Fujiwara Izaya looked at the delicate petals. The size is less than an inch, about seven or eight inches. There are six petals.
, divided into several sections and extending in all directions.
Mrs. Hoshimi explained on the side: "Under the sunlight during the day, the petals will turn a beautiful red-purple color."
"It's really as colorful as a woman's face..." Fujiwara Izaya sniffed the flowers, "Even the smell is the same as the fishy smell on a woman's body."
Fishy smell?
The two girls blinked in confusion.
Does this mean fornication? A blush appeared on the faces of the two ladies, and they looked at Fujiwara Izaya with annoyance.
"No, it's the subtle and elegant fragrance of a woman." Fujiwara Izaya had no choice but to change his mind, "If you don't believe me, you should try smelling it."
"Why is this kid talking nonsense!" Mrs. Kasahara patted his head reproachfully, then picked up the fox mask with black and gold lines and changed the subject: "This mask was given by a monk. It is said that the young fairy in my hand represents eternity.
.Isn’t it beautiful?”
"Try it on and try it," Fujiwara Izaya said.
"When I got it, I tried on the red and white mask. It was so cute." Mrs. Kasahara put the black and gold mask on her face. "Although this color represents men, there is no style that I can't control."
"Smelly." Mrs. Hoshimi laughed at her.
"Ara, you can't envy me. Your temperament is innate." Mrs. Kasahara happily put her hands behind her head.
Fujiwara Izaya looked at the outstretched arms: "Is the belt tied at the back?"
"Yeah, it's quite convenient." Mrs. Kasahara put on the mask and stared at Fujiwara Izaya through the mask's eyes, "Don't you look good?"
As she spoke, she stood up and spun around a few times. She was wearing a slender blue kimono with shoulder pads. Her long hair flowed down from her slender shoulders, giving her a soft and free appearance.
After a few turns, Mrs. Kasahara bent down, her mask pressed against Fujiwara Izaya's face, and said quietly: "I am a beautiful and handsome young goblin. Tonight, I will steal your heart."
"
However, her voice was indeed charming and sweet, seeming to make the air in the whole room become soft and ambiguous.
"Oops!" Fujiwara Izaya violently covered his chest, "I'm going to announce that I'm coming out!"
"Mom!" Kasahara Asuka muttered.
"Haha, Xiangxiang is jealous." Mrs. Kasahara wore the mask of a young fox demon and made various movements. Her face was small and delicate, and the mask almost covered her pretty chin. If you don't look at her lower body,
It's really hard to tell that there is a delicate and charming lady's face hidden under the mask.
But as soon as she moves, her proud female figure will be revealed. The combination of the plump body under the clothes and the handsome fox demon mask will make people feel coquettish.
"By the way, Fujiwara-kun, put it on for me to see." Mrs. Kasahara took off the mask and placed it on Fujiwara Izaya's face.
Then she walked around behind her and fastened the mask straps, but unexpectedly her hand movements suddenly stopped working.
"Hmm, huh?" Fujiwara Izaya had a confused look on his face, "What's wrong?"
"I suddenly thought of a question," Mrs. Kasahara slowly put the lace on her finger with clumsy gestures, and stretched her other hand forward, "Just in case, I said just in case. If Fujiwara-kun is really handsome,
Young fairy, how do you want your sister to treat you?"
Her white and tender fingertips became hazy in Fujiwara Izaya's sight.
"Yeah, that's a good question." Mrs. Hoshimi also became interested and asked like a girl, "What's it like to fall in love with a beautiful boy fairy? I really want to know..."
"Hmm -" Hoshimi Rinko put her hand on her chin, showing a thoughtful look, "Probably, the tragedy will end. After all, my mother's position means that she cannot be involved with monsters unless she gives up everything."
"Ah, boring..." Mrs. Hoshimi lay weakly on the table as if her dream had been shattered.
In the vase next to her cheek, the black lily was a little shy again, its petals hanging down.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute," Asuka Kasahara knocked on the table twice, "How can such a good person like you, senior, be a monster?"
"You really don't know how cruel the world is!" Mrs. Kasahara glanced at her little daughter with a headache, lowered her head and said in Fujiwara Izaya's ear, "Please Fujiwara-kun, please help me teach him, and if necessary, discipline her like a daughter.
"
Hey hey!
Madam, this is wrong.
If there is such a big ambiguity, can it be said casually?
While criticizing her, Fujiwara replied firmly: "No problem!"
"So good," Mrs. Kasahara pinched his earlobe, "don't move, sister will help you put on the mask."
After saying that, she put on a serious expression and kept buckling, untying, and fastening the mask's straps, sometimes twisting them around, sometimes straightening them, as if it was fun.
Fujiwara Izaya was at her mercy.
The feeling I had as a child that I could act like a spoiled child in an adult's arms even if I didn't go my way quietly crept into my heart.
"But it doesn't matter if you are really a monster." Mrs. Kasahara suddenly shook her head and said, her thick black hair filled with a scent.
The roots of the tree are buried in the ground, but the flower of the soul still exists today... Fujiwara Izaya suddenly remembered this waka line and said with a smile: "If I were really a monster, I would definitely steal your heart tonight."
"Disgusting!" Mrs. Kasahara suddenly pulled her mask back, her cheeks turning red.
The mask was pressed tightly against Fujiwara Izaya's cheek, and there was still a dull warmth on his lips. It felt almost like he was kissing Mrs. Kasahara's bright red lips, and he suddenly felt a heartbeat, like a forbidden evil love.
‘Mom!’ Kasahara Asuka shouted dissatisfied.
"Oh, my daughter is jealous again." Mrs. Kasahara let go of her hand with a smile on her face and hugged her younger daughter's shoulders. "Mom is helping you test the extent of his playfulness. She is definitely not trying to compete with you.
man."
"Mom too!" Mrs. Hoshimi also assured her daughter.
The two girls had different expressions, but it was obvious that they didn't believe this.
"Winter~"
The temple bells sounded again in the distance.
"Here, it's ringing again." Mrs. Kasahara tilted her head and looked at the starry night sky outside the window, and said to Mrs. Hoshimi: "Old lady, did you hear it?"
"How could you not hear it?" Mrs. Hoshimi didn't want to respond to this address. She spread out the "Book of Changes" that her daughter had just read on the table and slowly
"The monks in the temple ring bells all day long, which is quite tiring." Mrs. Kasahara's expression looked very contemptuous.
"You have to pay 500 oxen for a collision, and it's done by the pilgrims themselves, not by the monks," said Mrs. Hoshimi.
"This is so profitable!" Fujiwara Izaya interrupted, "In the future, I will also install a clock in Asakusa Shrine and let pilgrims pay to hit it."
The four women cursed in unison: "Tacky!"
"..." Fujiwara Izaya shrank his neck.
"You are not allowed to imitate the monks." Mrs. Kasahara said seriously, "The temple bells are too melancholy and annoying."
"Are you feeling depressed?" Fujiwara Izaya felt the same way.
Try to think about it, late at night in late autumn, how leisurely it is to watch the night maples and listen to the bells.
"By the way, whose birthday is commemorated tomorrow?" Rinko Hoshimi asked.
"It's so funny, we're taking other people's stuff for nothing."
"Mom," Rinko Hoshimi blinked her dark eyes, "Let us juniors attend instead of you and Chairman Kasahara."
"Have you got something on your mind?" Mrs. Hoshimi smiled meaningfully.
"A bit..." Hoshimi Rinko nodded frankly, "I want to watch the fireworks display."
As she spoke, she moved her beautiful shoulders and stared at Fujiwara Izaya. His eyes caught the slight smile on the corner of her mouth. He smelled the soft fragrance of his senior sister, so he returned a smile that no one noticed.
.
In summer in Japan, there are festivals of all sizes. No matter what kind of festival it is, fireworks, yukata, and takoyaki are indispensable.
Kasahara Asuka's eyes turned wildly for several times, extremely lively and flexible.
"Mom, mom~" she said coquettishly towards Mrs. Kasahara.
Mrs. Kasahara clenched her left hand and held her cheek, frowning the young woman's sad brow: "Xiangxiang wants me and Yako to stay at home?"
"Hehe~" Kasahara Asuka looked weird.
"Eh? My daughter doesn't love her mother anymore..." Mrs. Kasahara rolled up her sleeves, revealing her white arms, and pointed to the kitchen: "Well, let me bring you a bowl of love ramen for my mother. If it tastes good, I'll let you go."
"Thank you, thank you...Mom!"
"You're welcome."
"Just want to thank you..."
As the girl spoke, she stood up nimbly and ran to the kitchen with bare feet.
"Put on your shoes..." Mrs. Kasahara said with a headache.
Mrs. Hoshimi also glanced at her daughter.
"I'll go right away." Hoshimi Rinko stood up obediently and left with soft steps.
"Put on your shoes..." Mrs. Hoshimi said, also having a headache.
"Really, they both feel as if they are fascinated by the vixen!" Mrs. Kasahara looked at Fujiwara Izaya who was still wearing a fox mask.
"That's right," Mrs. Hoshimi also looked at him, "A girl's feet are so delicate and soft, how can they be protected without wearing shoes! It's not like us old guys in our thirties and forties who can't wear shoes to protect the soles of their skin.
Not much has changed.”
"I'm going to help!" Fujiwara Izaya ran out immediately.
Soon, the sound of running water came from the kitchen, as well as the chatter of three juniors.
"I really don't know what will happen to my daughter in the future." Mrs. Kasahara sighed with emotion.
Hearing her daughter's voice in the kitchen, Mrs. Hoshimi said, "It's more difficult for you, having to worry about your two daughters."
"Hmm. Actually, I'm thinking about letting Fuka-Eri start a new branch." Mrs. Kasahara said softly, looking at the pine trees outside the window. "Asuka wants to pick me up and she can't leave. If Fuka-Eri is allowed to go out independently,
If so, at least you won’t have to be subject to as many restrictions as Asuka.”
"Establish another branch?"
"Is this better?"
"What does your family affairs have to do with me..." Mrs. Hoshimi looked out the window boredly.
Towering pine trees appeared in front of us. Perhaps because of the night, the overlapping layers of leaves were not clear.
"It doesn't matter. We are the best sisters. We have been playing together since childhood. You can't ignore me, Mizi."
"Hey, be quiet. You're almost forty years old, so stop acting like a spoiled brat!"
"Who stipulates that a forty-year-old can't act coquettishly?" Mrs. Kasahara flicked her sleeves, and the exaggerated clothes covered her plump breasts.
Mrs. Hoshimi rubbed her eyes as if she had a headache: "Old lady, why don't you go back to your room and sleep."
"No!" Mrs. Kasahara said like a rebellious girl, and took out a few royal guards from her pocket.
Mrs. Hoshimi looked over: "What is that?"
"I asked for it casually in the temple during the day. There are three love guardians, namely me, Fuka Eri and Asuka. I also drew lots. Mother and daughter are all lucky. Hehe, my family will be in the future.
It will definitely be perfect." Mrs. Kasahara smiled innocently.
"It's really something a little girl would do!" Mrs. Hoshimi said sarcastically.
Mrs. Kasahara's fingers gently slid across her delicate lips: "It means I'm still young! Yako, you are jealous of me, please tell me, are you?"
"She's almost forty, old woman!" Hoshimi took off the white sock on his right foot and stretched his right foot forward, "Smell the smelly feet to clear your mind."
"ah!"
Mrs. Kasahara grabbed her with her backhand, and the two of them struggled with each other.
When the three juniors came out with their faces in hand, they saw an extremely erotic scene: Mrs. Hoshimi was pressed on the floor, her face flushed, her small breasts heaving, while Mrs. Kasahara got under her clothes with one hand, with a threatening look on her face.
's smile.
Fujiwara Izaya was a little shocked.
That's Chairman Hoshimi. This scene of being taught to blush to the very bottom of his ears is really... awesome. Chairman Kasahara, please increase your efforts.
"...Mom?" Rinko Hoshimi called out first.
"I was careless, I didn't dodge!" Mrs. Hoshimi said calmly.
Mrs. Kasahara turned her head and glanced at the three children with majestic eyes: "Fujiwara-kun, go get two bottles of sake, and the other two go back to the room to sleep, or we will continue training on the third day!"
"..."
After the two girls left, the two ladies arranged their clothes and sat on the tatami to eat noodles.
Fujiwara Izaya knelt down and sat across from the two of them with a glass of wine. When he saw whose glass was empty, he would pour it for him. Most of the time he didn't speak, just eating and drinking. The two ladies occasionally looked at him with a smile,
He smiled back.
I don't know why but I feel a little embarrassed.
But this was an extremely pleasant moment. On a cool summer night, the sea breeze blowing into the room contained a moderate amount of water vapor, which made the body feel very comfortable.
"g..." Mrs. Kasahara suddenly sighed and rubbed her eyebrows with her hands.
"It's not fun to eat without my daughter, right?" Mrs. Hoshimi laughed at her.
"Isn't there a handsome son-in-law here?" Mrs. Kasahara glanced at Fujiwara Izaya.
"That's right!" Fujiwara Lin sat upright again, straightening his back playfully, "With my son-in-law by my side, my two mothers-in-law can feel at ease."
"G, Himeko, this is incredible!" Mrs. Hoshimi said with wide eyes as if she had discovered some shocking secret, "He said the two mothers-in-law g!
!”
"I already knew what this kid was thinking." Mrs. Kasahara's eyes became bright and she stared at Fujiwara Izaya without blinking. "I had an ambiguous relationship with Xiangxiang in the morning, communicated with Rinzi at noon, and at night she took her mobile phone and talked to Shen
Eri is electrified. At the end of the day, he is surrounded by three women."
Counting you five... Fujiwara Izaya scratched his hair in embarrassment.
"This guy plans to have a harem?" asked Mrs. Hoshimi.
Mrs. Kasahara said firmly: "It must be."
"Kangka Rinko and Fuka-Eri are together?"
"Maybe he also wants us two young single women!"
"Ah, that's so bold!" Mrs. Hoshimi looked at Fujiwara Izaya with an angry look on her face.
Perhaps because of the alcohol, her face was slightly stained red, her blurred drunken eyes had a slightly shy look, and her beautiful and neat teeth were exposed between her two thin lips without lipstick.
Fujiwara Izaya thinks she looks so cute.
But he couldn't say anything, so he could only raise his hands innocently: "...I didn't say anything. Don't slander good people!"
Mrs. Hoshimi looked at Mrs. Kasahara and said angrily: "You don't care about him!"
"What does it have to do with me?" Mrs. Kasahara raised her eyebrows, "Who said at the regular meeting that 'only the head of the house and his wife can use pairs of cups'? They are recruiting a son-in-law in public, so you have to take care of it."
"You have two daughters, so you will suffer the greater loss, so you are in charge!"
"Xiangxiang needs a lesson to grow up, I don't care."
"Where's Fuka-Eri?"
"She needs it more."
"..."
Mrs. Hoshimi twisted her head: "Come back."
Fujiwara Izaya, who had crawled down the corridor quietly, could only crawl back with his head lowered.
"Chairman Hoshimi, I haven't even touched my senior sister's hand..."
"Dishonest!" Mrs. Hoshimi frowned delicately, looking a little angry.
Fujiwara Izaya pretended not to hear and begged Mrs. Kasahara for mercy: "I'm sleepy, can you go back to sleep first?"
"Well, wait a minute..." Mrs. Kasahara said with a very innocent expression, "I want to chat with Brother Fujiwara for a while longer. It's rare that the atmosphere is so romantic."
Mrs. Hoshimi pushed her: "How long have you been teasing him with this tone?"
"Haha, this is only natural..." Mrs. Kasahara hugged Mrs. Hoshimi's slender shoulders and looked at the bright moonlight through the window, "This child won't tell the truth to us anyway, so let's learn from each other, look.
Who suffers in the end?"
Mrs. Hoshimi wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Mrs. Kasahara's whisper.
Fujiwara Izaya couldn't hear what they said clearly. The only sounds in his ears were the chirping of insects in the courtyard and the sound of the waves not far away.
A pair of big moths flew in through the open window and circled around the electric lamp. The wings spread out and sprinkled powder, which fell on the tatami. The three of them noticed the moths at the same time, and Mrs. Hoshimi said helplessly: "I want to talk to you later."
Rinzi needs to make it clear."
"Senpai knows," Fujiwara Izaya said honestly.
"I know she is still so kind to you..." Mrs. Hoshimi murmured for a while, then sighed and said, "It must be because you are a very cautious person and don't say anything to her."
"I've said a lot."
"I thought you liked Rinzi."
"I do like it a bit."
"You also like other people, right?" Mrs. Hoshimi rolled her eyes at him.
"You can like the blue sky and white clouds at the same time." Fujiwara Izaya smiled and did not continue the topic.
"Speaking of which, Fujiwara-kun is indeed charming." Mrs. Kasahara said jokingly, "If I were twenty years younger and were in the same school as Fujiwara-kun, I would have fallen in love with you right away. I would hug you every night.
The guitar will sing you a love song."
"If you want to make me crazy, please act more like me."
"That's not flattery, it's the truth."
"Kasahara-nee's mouth is so good at talking."
"You two are both bad people and greedy!" Mrs. Hoshimi said dissatisfied from the side, "Maybe both of you are perverts."
"You are right!" Fujiwara Izaya and Mrs. Kasahara replied at the same time.
Then their eyes met and they laughed.
The moth flapped its wings and flew around in circles. Then it was attracted by the bright light outside and disappeared out of the window.
"It flew away." Mrs. Kasahara moved to the window.
The moonlight illuminated the lawn of the courtyard, and Mrs. Hoshimi also walked over and stood side by side with her.
Under the baptism of the moonlight, the skin of the two ladies was white and glowing. Fujiwara Izaya looked at their backs from behind and was surrounded by a sense of stability, tranquility and relaxation.
The next morning, Fujiwara Izaya was in bed and heard the noise of Kasahara Asuka next door.
"Mom, have you brought my red Genroku sleeve?"
"Go find it yourself..."
"I can't find it!"
"Then just wear a yukata and don't disturb mom from sleeping in..."
"Ahhhh..."
The commotion started early in the morning. The little temper of the school girl is really troublesome... Izaya Fujiwara yawned and opened the door, and bumped into Mrs. Hoshimi who had also just gone out.
"ah!"
"Good morning."
Mrs. Hoshimi stopped and almost ran into his arms.
The young lady in the early morning did not put on any makeup on her face, and her fair cheeks were slightly red.
"Hurry up and brush your teeth and get ready for breakfast." Mrs. Hoshimi said to him with a smile, her delicate eyebrows not showing the anger from last night.
Fujiwara Izaya was also very curious.
What did Mrs. Kasahara say to her last night...
"By the way, Rinko made Gyokuro tea in the dining room." Mrs. Hoshimi said as she opened the doors in the corridor to let in some ventilation.
The sun shines in with heat.
"Ah, it's so dazzling..." Mrs. Hoshimi quickly raised her hands to her head. After noticing Fujiwara Izaya looking at her, she tied her messy head into a simple ponytail after getting up.
For some reason, Fujiwara Izaya smelled the fragrance of young leaves in the morning light.
I guess it's the breath of life emanating from Mrs. Hoshimi's white and tender neck... I don't know if taking a bite there and drinking a little bit of her blood would be so sweet.
After washing up, I came to the restaurant and Rinko Hoshimi just came out with tea.
She was wearing a light-colored Genroku-sleeved kimono with a pattern of cedar trees printed on it. Looking at the cool and bright morning light, her silhouette became increasingly bright and beautiful.
Especially the hairline between the temples and forehead, I didn't pay much attention to it before. Now it seems that this hairline vividly depicts the girl's cuteness, with delicate skin and neatly grown hair, clear and distinct.
"Are you dressed so solemnly early in the morning?" Fujiwara Izaya greeted with a smile.
"You have to wake up your mother after she has mixed up the wine, and make jade dew tea for your scumbag junior classmate. Rinko is really busy." Hoshimi Rinko said something funny.
The tea placed on the table emits hot steam, like the gentleness and fragrance of a girl.
"The tea brewed by an unmarried girl is the best in the world!" Fujiwara Izaya boasted.
"Yeah, I don't think so." Hoshimi Rinko answered without the slightest interest.
"..."
Fujiwara Izaya drank tea sullenly.
"Do you two always quarrel like this?" Mrs. Hoshimi walked into the restaurant with a smile.
"Generally speaking, I am the one who is bullied." Fujiwara Izaya replied.
Hoshimi Rinko glanced at him with half-closed eyes, then returned her gaze to the breakfast on the table.
"Senior sister acquiesced!"
"I think it's not enough. You should let Linzi discipline you."
"?"
Mrs. Hoshimi sat down next to her daughter, eating an omelette and said: "Come on, Rinzi, make him fascinated, and then kick him away!"
Hoshimi Rinko smiled and seemed very interested.
In the corridor, Mrs. Kasahara walked into the restaurant while rubbing her eyes.
"Early in the morning, I was woken up by Asuka first, and then I couldn't sleep anymore by the seagulls. I'm so pitiful."
Behind her, Asuka Kasahara looked excited.
The girl stepped barefoot on the floor, her white and tender feet were very beautiful.
"Hey, do you look decent like this?" Mrs. Hoshimi looked at her best friend's messy hair and said, "My hair is all in bird's nests, and your pajamas are not evenly worn, so sloppy!"
"I can't help it. Living with a man, I have become sloppy somehow. How can I not be slovenly if I marry a sloppy man?" Mrs. Kasahara sat down next to Fujiwara Izaya, holding one hand
Putting her hand on his shoulder casually, "Since your Aunt Xingjian hates being sloppy, why don't you and I move out?"
"I'm not sloppy!" Fujiwara Izaya quickly denied.
"Ah~" Mrs. Kasahara yawned, came over and said, "I'll give you some pairs of stockings, original ones."
Fujiwara Izaya immediately replied: "Thank you, I promise not to wash it!"
"Haha, you said I'm not sloppy!" Mrs. Kasahara laughed happily.
The dark eyes inlaid on her face look particularly charming, her eyebrows are slightly raised, her double eyelids are beautiful, her small mouth is extremely beautiful, and her jaw line is noble and charming. She is the kind of beauty who can be proud of the world.
After a noisy breakfast, the two girls went to the town to buy some things for girls to go shopping.
Fujiwara Izaya was forced to take tools and trim the grass and trees in the courtyard.
After Mrs. Kasahara hung the washed clothes to dry on the clothes pole, she lay on the eaves of the porch with her arms pillowed on her back to supervise the work. She was bathed in the warm summer sea breeze.
Mrs. Hoshimi sat next to her, stacking today's newspapers on her lap and reading them one by one.
When she saw what she thought was interesting news, she read it to Mrs. Kasahara. Because the two of them had been getting along like this for a long time, Mrs. Kasahara looked indifferent and said: "Yiko, please stop reading the newspaper when you go out to play, okay?
!”
After that, she lay down lazily, resting her head on her best friend's lap and looking towards the courtyard.
Fujiwara Izaya, wearing a blue overalls, was holding the lawn mower with both hands to mow the grass. He then used large scissors to cut evenly the areas where the lawn mower had not cut evenly, gathered them together with a rake, and then swept them into a garbage bag.
Doing such a job requires patience, and it can be seen from his undistracted look that he is definitely a calm-minded person, and he is also an excellent lawn mower.
"g, Mizi..."
"What?"
"That kid has really had a lot of part-time jobs, and he's really good at mowing grass."
In fact, Izaya Fujiwara has actually cut a lot of lawns.
He is very proficient in using the tools and knows all the steps by heart.
First pick up the small stones in the yard to avoid breaking the blade in the lawn mower, pull out the wire, start the machine, there is a plastic basket hanging on the front of the lawn mower, and put all the cut grass into it. The grass basket is full
Finally, put the grass clippings into a garbage bag, pile them aside and throw them away together.
"If he were an ordinary person, he could really be a son-in-law." Mrs. Hoshimi said regretfully.
"Isn't it okay if you're not an ordinary person?" Mrs. Kasahara asked.
"This..." Mrs. Hoshimi paused and said helplessly: "But what if he is really a monster?"
"So what about monsters? As long as there is no evidence, who dares to say anything!" Mrs. Kasahara said rather domineeringly, her eyes never leaving Fujiwara Izaya.
The bright sunshine filled the lawn, shining yet gentle. The young man's small body was busy on the lawn. The surroundings were empty, with only his shadow accompanying him every step of the way.
The Daitengu, one of the three great demons?
The temperament doesn't really look like it.
But it would be okay if it was really a big tengu. After all, that photo is really handsome... Mrs. Kasahara stroked her cheek with her palm and said with emotion: "Such excellent genes, if I can have a child with Fuka-Eri
What a great descendant of the Kasahara family."
"A descendant with no bloodline from the Kasahara family?" Mrs. Hoshimi glanced at her.
"What does it matter..." Mrs. Kasahara smiled and put her fingers into Mrs. Hoshimi's hair, scratching her originally arranged hair to make it fluffy. "As long as they and their descendants truly recognize me as their elder, there will be no problem."
It doesn’t matter if you’re not related by blood.”
Mrs. Hoshimi was obviously not very interested in her best friend's intimate gesture, but she did not refuse.
After waiting quietly for Mrs. Kasahara to let go after having enough fun, she shook her head two or three times, returned her hair to its original vertical shape, and looked at the courtyard calmly.
The sunshine is gaining momentum.
Amidst the roar of the lawn mower, the boy did not wear a sun hat and worked hard under the strong sunshine.
Neither the dazzling light nor the scorching heat seems to be a problem for him.
Mrs. Hoshimi thought strangely, isn't he hot?
It must be hot, because there are a few beads of sweat rolling down his neck, and there are wet marks on the back of his overalls. But he is still working intently. I don't know if it is because of his high concentration or because he has a strong
of willpower.
After watching it for a while, she smiled rather troubledly: "Don't forget, our current relationship with him is purely based on profit."
"As long as the bond of interest becomes a bond of emotion before the relationship is ruined." Mrs. Kasahara smiled like a winner.
"Are you confident?"
"Tell you a secret quietly."
"explain."
"That kid, you'll never guess the type of woman he likes the most."
"Stop being so pretentious."
"The young lady is a widow!"
"?"
Mrs. Xingjian was stunned for a moment.
"He will definitely surrender in front of us." Mrs. Kasahara said confidently and cunningly.
"No, no, no," Mrs. Hoshimi waved her hands quickly, "Don't take me with you."
"I gave you a chance but you didn't use it!"
"Can this be a joke?"
"Who are you kidding? Our chances are much greater than our daughter's, okay?"
"..."
"Well, you go ahead."
"No!"
"Then I'll go up without you."
Mrs. Xingjian's face froze, and after a while she said "g?"
"Haha, Yako is anxious." Mrs. Kasahara pursed her lips slightly, showing an elegant smile.
Strong light particles flickered and floated like dust. She took a long breath and stretched towards the sun. Bright and deep, with gentle eyes, she stared at Fujiwara Izaya without blinking for a long time.
.
The sun was shining, the wind was blowing the scent of the ocean tide, and a few bees were flying around with sleepy flapping sounds.
"Miko."
"g?"
"Don't you think he has a great figure?"
"...Well, it's a bit."
"You feel so powerful, don't you?"
"...What do you want to say?" Mrs. Xingjian's face turned slightly red, feeling that there was something in her best friend's words.
Mrs. Kasahara poked her cheek and teased: "You are thinking wrong."
"...Don't talk about this!" Mrs. Hsingmi's cold and refined face had a faint blush on her cheeks.
"Okay, let's talk seriously." Mrs. Kasahara tilted her head briefly and thought about it, "I said last night that our two families have such a good relationship that it is not impossible to have the same son-in-law, as long as the daughters are willing. But.
If he is a monster, it seems inappropriate to let the daughters go. It would be better for us old people to test it out."
Mrs. Hoshimi looked a little hot: "Why do you want to test it like that?"
"How can I test it?"
"...It's, uh, it's..."
"You don't think I'm talking about seduction, do you?"
"...Isn't it?" Mrs. Hoshimi was a little confused.
"Haha, of course," Mrs. Kasahara paused for a moment, then laughed, "Of course it's seduction, and Yako took the lead."
Even after being together for so many years, Mrs. Hoshimi couldn't tell for a while whether what she said was a joke or serious.
"Yako, remember one thing." In the wind passing through the pine forest, Mrs. Kasahara's voice contained a certain illusory charm, "If he is really a descendant of Chongtoku, and his identity can never be exposed, then this will be the most suitable for us.
Benefit."
Mrs. Hoshimi looked at the bright sunshine through the eaves of the corridor, and fell into a daze for a moment.
"Think about it carefully, I'll tease him." After saying that, Mrs. Kasahara stood up, patted the ashes on her butt, walked into the refrigerator, poured a glass of iced Coke, and went straight to Fujiwara Izaya.
"Let's rest for a while."
She shook the glass, and the ice cubes made a crisp clinking sound in the glass.
"Wait two minutes..." Izaya Fujiwara cut the grass with a lawnmower expressionlessly.
The yard was big enough, and although there weren't many weeds, it was quite time-consuming to mow it. Fortunately, it was almost completed since the morning. After two minutes, he took off his shoes and walked around on the lawn barefoot.
Mrs. Kasahara also took off her shoes.
The touch of the soles of her feet was very satisfying, with no missing cuts or unevenness, and the lawn was as smooth as a carpet. She closed her eyes, took a big breath, and savored the cool green feeling on the soles of her feet for a while. She opened her eyes, and then puffed her mouth.
Sighing: "If you don't come again, all the bubbles in the Coke will disappear."
Fujiwara Izaya swallowed his saliva subconsciously.
But in this hot environment, a glass of ice is still quite attractive.
Turning around, I saw Mrs. Akira Kasahara holding a glass in her right hand. The glass was filled with ice and cola, and bubbles were rising from the gaps in the ice.
"Come for a walk with me!" Mrs. Kasahara gave him the Coke, her legs swaying in the noon sun.
She was wearing a blue sleeveless dress, the hem of which only reached mid-thigh, and a thumb-sized white belt around her waist, which perfectly outlined her slender waist.
Fujiwara Izaya followed comfortably behind her
Drinking iced Coke happily.
Maybe it was the cold liquid flowing down his throat into his stomach, or maybe it was his wife's graceful back, but in short, he felt comfortable all over.
The two of them walked slowly towards the back of the dojo. Behind the dojo was a large forest.
Passing by a cherry tree.
The blooming season of cherry blossoms has long passed now, and only the branches of the cherry trees are left with roasted green leaves.
Mrs. Kasahara stopped for a moment.
Immediately, her fingertips gently pinched out fingerprints.
"The formations are arranged in five directions, and the shikigami supports the wings!"
The fragrance of cherry blossoms suddenly floated in the air.
Blue light circulated on Mrs. Kasahara's fingertips, a five-pointed star array appeared above the cherry tree, and a cherry blossom demon appeared from the array and instantly entered the cherry tree.
Then, cherry blossoms bloomed beautifully on the branches.
Fujiwara Izaya looked at the blooming cherry blossoms in August.
Under the sunlight at noon, the cherry blossoms were flying all over the sky. Their colors and shapes were very prominent, giving people the feeling that they were filling the entire sky. But soon, in less than a few minutes, the cherry blossoms fell one by one, and the petals covered the green ones. The lawn was stained pink.
"The blooming cherry blossoms are worthy of being the leader of flowers," Mrs. Kasahara squatted down and gently plucked the petals with her fingers. "The luxury when they are in full bloom and the gracefulness when they wither are equally intoxicating and pitiful."
The dense and thick green charm of the cherry trees seemed to fall on her slender nape, leaving light and shadow.
What's going on with the artistic conception of Daiyu burying flowers... Fujiwara Izaya looked at her incomprehensibly. The lady with a sad look had a very Japanese meaning of "material mourning".
"Do you like cherry blossoms?" Mrs. Kasahara asked.
"Uh... not bad." Fujiwara Izaya replied thoughtfully, "I like the beauty of cherry blossoms, but I also think they are a bit intrusive and annoying. This may be because they are so spectacular when they bloom. Japan is so beautiful There are many flowers, but every year during the cherry blossom season, everyone forgets about other flowers."
"In that case, I am the same." Mrs. Kasahara stood up, took back the Sakura Demon Queen and continued walking forward, "I don't like noble and proud things, I find them boring."
"But Chairman, you are noble and proud."
"Can't I hate myself?" Mrs. Kasahara said with joy, "Look there."
Looking along her fingertips, Fujiwara Izaya saw several wild sweet potato plants, also called soil melons.
"These flowers are quite beautiful." Mrs. Kasahara leaned over to look at the flowers.
"Ordinary wild flowers, I'll pick some back later if you want them."
"I'll leave this matter to you." Mrs. Kasahara squinted her eyes slightly, put her delicate nose to the petals and sniffed lightly.
The color of the petals is made more vivid and eye-catching by her beauty.
Her lines from her jaw to her neck were indescribably beautiful. Fujiwara Izaya thought to himself: Three or four generations would not have been able to produce such noble and beautiful lines. It must have been a dozen or even dozens of generations of fine blood. Beauty can only come from it.
What an evil feudalism... He was criticizing and enjoying the visual feast at the same time.
Perhaps because of the way her hair is tied up, Mrs. Kasahara's neck is particularly conspicuous.
The lines are slender and graceful, and when viewed from the right distance and from the right angle, they become even more beautiful. Perhaps it is also because of the soft light in summer that the lines still have an elegant and girlish grace.
However, when she stood up, the lines softened and slowly returned to dignity, and the girlish charm gradually disappeared.
"Let's go for a walk in the back mountain." Mrs. Kasahara led him out of the backyard door and climbed up the mountain.
There are wild flowers and trees along the road. After reaching the mountainside, there is a small viewing platform from which you can overlook the sea. There are many locals visiting the viewing platform, almost all of them are young couples in pairs. Some were lying on benches, some were sitting, and some were strolling leisurely.
Fujiwara Izaya followed Mrs. Kasahara and walked through the tryst lovers.
No one paid attention to the two of them, but he still felt a little strange. It was a little strange for a young and handsome boy to travel with a young and beautiful young woman.
Walking to the edge of the railing, Mrs. Kasahara opened her arms and stretched out her upper body: "The view is really broad!"
Outside was the blue sea, and below her was a cliff with a drop of more than fifty meters. Fujiwara Izaya subconsciously reached out and grabbed the skirt on her back to prevent her from falling.
"I don't want to go back to Tokyo anymore." Mrs. Kasahara stared at the shining sea and said proudly: "How about we elope? What do you think, Mr. Fujiwara?"
"I'm afraid I'll be killed by you." Fujiwara Izaya said honestly.
"Don't you think this picture is very romantic?" Mrs. Kasahara winked playfully, "It's almost like a novel or a girl's manga."
"Where does it look like?"
"Think about it, as a lady who is deeply bound by a big family, I fell in love with a young man. In order to pursue my love, I made a decision that went against my ancestors and took him with me to elope."
"..."
"We ran away and ran away until we reached a cliff by the sea."
"..."
"There is a dead end in front of us and there are soldiers chasing us. We decided to complete the last step of the ceremony between lovers here."
"Stop!" Fujiwara Izaya said angrily.
Mrs. Kasahara chuckled: "I'm talking about dying for love."
"..." Fujiwara Izaya really wanted to spank her.
real.
The characters of this mother and daughter are so bad that they must be taught a lesson!
"Let's go to the beach for a walk." Mrs. Kasahara led him down the mountain from another road to the beach as if wandering around casually without any purpose.
I saw a lily tree in the distance.
After getting closer, I realized that it turned out to be three trees forming one. The flowers resembled lilies and tulips. The sign next to it read: Also known as tulip wood, it grows quickly. This tree is about thirty years old.
"Oh, is it thirty years?" Mrs. Kasahara looked at the sign in surprise, "It's a tree older than me."
"?"
Fujiwara Izaya had a question mark on his face.
"Sister, I am nineteen this year!" Mrs. Kasahara raised her chin proudly.
Looking at her girlish movements, Fujiwara Izaya accepted the setting that she was younger than Fuka-Eri.
"There are flowers over there, go and have a look." Mrs. Kasahara ran over again with cheerful steps.
It was a flower bed with clusters of white flowers growing there, and it looked particularly pure from a distance. As Mrs. Kasahara crossed the lawn, she said, "I brought Asuka here once when I was a child, and there was no such flower bed here at that time."
She bent down to take pictures of the flowers, with her butt raised in a very interesting way.
"At that time, Asuka was still very attached to Fuka Eri, right?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
"Of course, they are like conjoined twins." Mrs. Kasahara smiled.
From Fujiwara Izaya's perspective, her skin is more delicate than flower petals, her eyebrows are more beautiful, and her cheeks have a little blush from the sun.
"G, by the way," she continued walking down the mountain, "how are you going to reconcile the two sisters?"
"We need to let Asuka get feedback from her practice first." Fujiwara Izaya asked, "Are there any ghost removal commissions around here? Let her try it out, just in time to test the results of her practice."
"You can ask the monks in the temple." Mrs. Kasahara lazily put her hands in her pockets, "I'm on vacation now, so I don't care about those things."
The pair of sandals with slightly higher heels on her feet clicked happily as she thought.
The trees on both sides of the mountain road are dense, short and winding. Goats and sheep are walking back and forth, and their bells are jingling. The people who look after the livestock are mainly local children and old people. When the two passed by, they first looked askance.
For a moment, they were surprised that such two beautiful figures like gods appeared in this small place. Then they raised their hands slightly as if to show respect.
Fujiwara Izaya also raised his hand in greeting.
After descending the mountain, the two walked back along the seawall.
As the sun rises, the heat also escalates. The rocks, sky and sea are all shining with light. Looking at it for a while will make your eyes hurt.
Fujiwara Izaya stopped to buy water at a roadside convenience store, and then looked at people fishing on the beach. Mrs. Kasahara took the opportunity to apply sunscreen oil on her face and arms. From time to time, villagers leading donkeys passed by, and they greeted loudly:
"Guest from Tokyo?"
"Yes." Fujiwara Izaya responded with the same enthusiastic voice.
"You are very good at communicating with people." Mrs. Kasahara said meaningfully.
"Of course." Fujiwara Rin replied, "After all, even the chairman is very kind to me."
"Glib talk!" Mrs. Kasahara kicked his calf.
There was an exclamation from the side, and the two of them turned their heads to look at it at the same time.
A fisherman caught an sweetfish, which was about twenty centimeters long. It jumped alive after landing on the beach.
"Ah, I remembered," Mrs. Kasahara suddenly laughed, "When I was a child, I wrote a lot of haiku. Among them was a haiku about this cave-swimming fish." At this point, she paused.
After a pause, he looked at Fujiwara Izaya's face: "It probably means that after the sweetfish spawned, its body was exhausted and its appearance was extremely shabby, and then it swam to the sea alone and helpless."
"Do you still have this kind of hobby?" Fujiwara Izaya wanted to laugh a little.
"Don't be ridiculous, what girl doesn't write something during adolescence!" Mrs. Kasahara suppressed Fujiwara Izaya's smile with her majestic eyes, "Although it has been so long, I still miss that time very much."
"High school?"
"That's right, high school is the most sentimental."
"Even now."
"Haha, I'm old now..." Mrs. Kasahara stroked her cheek, which didn't look old at all, and walked down the beach, letting the waves wash over her feet as she said, "I was seventeen or eighteen years old at that time, wearing fashionable pleated clothes.
Qun is a very serious student."
Fujiwara Izaya walked side by side with her,
Imagine Mrs. Kasahara with jk ponytail, she was a very serious student at that time.
"Sometimes I think about it, it's better to be an ordinary person all the time." Mrs. Kasahara bent down, took off her shoes for Fujiwara Izaya to hold, and sunk her bare feet into the sand, "When you grow up and become the head of a family, you have to consider the interests of the family.
Now that I have become a mother, I have to consider the happiness of my daughters. If there is a conflict between the interests of the family and the happiness of my daughters, what do you want me to do..."
The fox's tail was finally exposed... Izaya Fujiwara held up her sandals, thinking that she was going around trying to trick me.
"Do you remember those red lines?" he asked, changing the subject.
"I probably remember some."
"Read it to me."
"Hmm... let me think about it." Mrs. Kasahara stopped in the sea water, closed her eyes and pursed her lips. After recalling for a moment, she opened her eyes with high spirits: "I am committed to the sea water now, ah! Sweet fish in autumn; you know very well that death
At the end of the day, the rapids will be sent into the sea."
"..." Fujiwara Izaya blinked.
He was originally the kind of doggerel about "a horse with four legs", but I didn't expect it to be somewhat interesting.
"As expected of someone who grew up in a big family, he's pretty awesome."
"That's right!" Mrs. Kasahara proudly held her hands behind her back and happily stepped on the waves. "At that time, I wrote that I was an sweet fish. After laying eggs, it would float down the river and die after entering the sea.
Isn’t this just like a woman from a big family, her life will come to an end after she completes her inheritance responsibilities.”
"It's not that exaggerated. Besides, Ayu doesn't have the beauty of Kasahara-san."
"Well..."
"Also, for the sake of Xiangyu, I will try my best to do things well so that everyone can have a satisfactory ending."
"Fujiwara-kun is great!" Mrs. Kasahara jumped happily and rushed towards him with open arms, "I want a hug!"
Fujiwara Izaya stood there with his hands open, still holding her shoes in his hands.
But just when she was about to hug him, Mrs. Kasahara suddenly bent her knees and pushed him down into the sea with one knee. Then she looked at him condescendingly, with a delicate and noble frown on her face, "You can't have thoughts about your mother-in-law! Unless...
"
It's only half the story.
Then the eyebrows relaxed and the corners of the mouth smiled softly.
She must be hinting at something... Fujiwara Izaya thought about it again and again, and decided not to think too much about it.
Because his clothes were wet, he simply swam in the sea.
At noon, few people came to the beach. He just ran in the blue and clear water. He felt so happy that it was indescribable.
The beach was snow-white with no variegated colors at all. Mrs. Kasahara put her hands in front of her forehead and kept following his figure with her eyes. In the white waves, the figure was as nimble as little dolphins, which made people feel happy.
On the way back to the ashram, the noble wife was always barefoot. Her steps were not big, but she was very energetic, and she was not afraid of burning her feet on the beach.
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