131. Make fun of the cold female police officer, then enter the widow's door
Abbot Qingye opened the sliding door of the Japanese room and motioned for the two of them to follow him in.
Fujiwara Izaya took off his shoes in the spacious and quiet entrance, walked across the brightly polished floor and entered the room. On the handmade thick tatami, the surface made of rushes in the middle is weft. The bright lintel windows are elegant and old, but there are hangings on the walls.
The ink painting is interesting but not very elegant. Oh, by the way, there is also a potted Widowmaker on the table, which is the same as the bunch of Widows that the two ladies brought back to the dojo.
"Both of you, please take a seat. The poor monk will prepare tea." With that said, Abbot Qingye walked into the small cubicle.
Entering the room, Kasahara Fuka-Eri glanced around as if searching to eliminate any uneasy factors in the environment. After taking off her shoes, Fujiwara Izaya noticed that she was wearing a pair of goose yellow boat socks with white small embroidery on them.
The cat pattern is very cute. As a cold female police officer, such socks are too childish for her. But because she has a pretty face, even cute socks are suitable for her. She is graceful and slender.
Everywhere in his body exudes extraordinary charm.
After the two sat down at the tea table, Kasahara Fuka-Eri noticed that he was staring at her socks. Her cheeks turned slightly red with embarrassment, and she said as if she was hastily explaining: "Asuka's..."
"Huh?" Fujiwara Izaya suddenly became interested.
"When I came, I didn't bring my private clothes..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri's voice became lower and lower, "This outfit is not suitable for wearing long stockings, so I borrowed Asuka's socks to wear..."
"You didn't bring any private clothes?" Fujiwara Izaya's eyes wandered over her shirt and long skirt.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri felt that she was really stupid for explaining this matter, but at this moment she had to continue: "The clothes and skirts belong to my mother..."
"My sister's socks, my mother's clothes and skirts..." Fujiwara Izaya's eyes suddenly lit up, "Plus my sister's body, wouldn't it be three times more happy?"
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Facing his strange look, Kasahara Fuka-Eri couldn't help but feel a chill.
This guy is definitely a pervert!
Judging by the look in his eyes, Kasahara Fuka-Eri was 100% convinced that he would definitely instigate Asuka to put on his own uniform or combat uniform or something, and play a gentleman's game with him similar to "sister pretending to be sister".
After a while, Abbot Qingye came out with tea.
White porcelain teapot, jet black tea bowl, just ordinary tea sets.
"I'm going to bring some snacks." Abbot Qingye bent down and said, then raised his feet and left.
Fujiwara Izaya happened to be a little thirsty, so he picked up the tea bowl and prepared to drink some tea.
"Wait a minute." Kasahara Fuka-Eri stopped him, took a sip of tea, carefully checked it, and then nodded to him: "It's a little bitter, but nothing abnormal."
"Is it bitter?" Fujiwara Izaya put the tea bowl to his mouth.
"It's very bitter." Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked like she didn't believe she was about to suffer a big loss.
Fujiwara Izaya pretended to be bitter after taking a sip of tea.
"I told you it was very hard." Kasahara Fuka-Eri's face showed indescribable happiness, but being stared at by Fujiwara Izaya's funny gaze, she turned away and looked at the flowers on the table as if she was looking for a topic.
"What kind of flower is this? It looks like platycodon."
"It's Widowmaker."
"Widowmaker?"
"Yeah. The two chairman directors took a bunch back last night, and a few of us even studied it," Fujiwara Izaya said as he moved the small vase over. "The smell is very unique, you can smell it."
"The color is a bit like black camellia." Kasahara Fuka-Eri lowered her head and smelled the fragrance of the flowers.
There was a weird fishy smell, I couldn't tell if it smelled good or bad, but something was wrong. Take a closer look at the color of the flower. It looked like dark purple but not purple. It showed a strange red-purple color under the sunlight.
Due to professional sensitivity, she pushed the flowers aside: "It feels weird."
Fujiwara Izaya stared at the Widowmaker in the vase.
There are two plants in total, each with two flowers on one stem, for a total of four flowers.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri poured tea into the vase as if she had nothing to do.
The flowers are in full bloom, but the colors are not bright. The sunlight shines on the green stems and leaves of the flowers, which looks a bit strange.
"The flower language of the black lily is loneliness and curse." Fujiwara Izaya recalled the content in which book he read, "It usually grows on high mountains with an altitude of 2,500 meters, growing and blooming alone. In Japan, only the middle
It only grows in the north, and logically it shouldn’t appear in southern Izu.”
Kasahara Fuka-Eri thought for a moment and then replied: "Maybe it's from Tochigi Prefecture."
Regarding her concise statement, Fujiwara Izaya made the necessary additions: "In other words, the widow was deeply involved in the renovation of the ancient temple, so much so that Abbot Qingye took the flowers she brought and gave them as gifts."
"Probably so." Kasahara Fuka-Eri said.
"How did you and Lizi find this widow?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri didn't answer, she just closed her legs tighter than before.
This action showed her wavering heart.
"Okay, I won't ask about what happened between you and Li Zi." Fujiwara Izaya said as if he was admitting defeat.
"Yes." Kasahara Fuka-Eri responded, and her little hand that had just been clenched into a fist slowly loosened.
"But let me remind you, that Li Zi is not a good person, be careful you are also plotted by her." Fujiwara Izaya looked at her hands and said as if to sow discord, "Although you are smart, you are not good at expressing and refusing.
, it’s easy to be coerced by whatever reason she uses.”
"I am measured." Kasahara Fuka-Eri replied calmly.
What a fart you are... Fujiwara Izaya cursed in his mind.
As for Fuka Eri's mind, she was afraid that she would be sold out by her aunt... Forget it, I'm too lazy to worry about it, I'll just come out and clean up the mess when the time comes. As the head of the family, it is my responsibility to maintain family harmony, so let them first
Let's make a fuss.
"You two have been waiting for a long time."
Abbot Qingye returned to the mission room, holding a food plate in his hand.
On the plate were ordinary biscuits and preserved fruits, as well as some grilled dried fish.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri randomly picked a few items and put them into her mouth without saying a word. After confirming that everything was fine, she signaled with her eyes that Fujiwara Izaya could eat. When she first came in, Fujiwara Izaya thought she was making a fuss, but seeing that
After arriving at Widowmaker, I was surprised by her caution.
Abbot Qingye sat across from the two of them and did not speak.
After eating some dried fish, Fujiwara Izaya raised his head and looked at the Black Lily next to him: "This flower is very beautiful, what kind of flower is it?"
"This is Widowmaker." Abbot Qingye's voice was a little reserved.
"Oh, black lilies are rare..." Fujiwara Izaya pondered for a moment, "I have been in Minami Izu for more than a month, and I have never seen this kind of flower anywhere. Is it a specialty of the temple?"
Abbot Qingye glanced at the door of the tea room, and then returned his gaze to Fujiwara Izaya's face.
"No," he hesitated, but still chose to confess, "Mrs. Tanimura brought them from Tochigi Prefecture and gave me some as a gift."
Fujiwara Izaya and Kasahara Fuka-Eri exchanged glances.
‘Confirmed!’
'Beware of fraud.'
After thinking for a moment, Fujiwara Izaya changed the topic: "How many yellow pine jade did Mrs. Tanimura receive from the master?"
Sure enough, what was supposed to come finally came... Abbot Qingye sighed in his heart and trembled for a while: "3806 grams."
Upon hearing this, Kasahara Fuka-Eri immediately took out her notebook from the canvas bag and slowly wrote the words "3806 grams" on the blank page with a ballpoint pen. She held the pen very hard, and the words she wrote were like nails on bricks.
It looks like it was carved out, but it also has a special charm.
One gram of yellow pine jade can strengthen the boundary of one cubic meter of space.
3806 grams, that is, 3806 cubic meters of space are reinforced. This kind of barrier is not large, and it can probably cover the space of a small villa.
"How much does it cost?"
"110,000 yen per gram."
"Tsk tsk, it's more expensive than gold."
"It couldn't be sold at such an expensive price before." Abbot Qingye exhaled slowly, "It's just that the price has skyrocketed in the past six months. At the beginning of the year, it was still 40,000 yen per gram, and now it is 110,000 yen."
"No wonder I couldn't help but sell it." Fujiwara Izaya nodded as if he understood.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri changed her sitting position, folded her legs and sat sideways next to Fujiwara Izaya, and laid down her notebook to record.
"Did Mrs. Tanimura tell me the purpose?" Fujiwara Izaya continued to ask.
"Her home is in the mountains, and she plans to use yellow pine jade to form a barrier to prevent insects, snakes, and rats from entering the house."
"Do you think this reason is credible?"
Silence fell.
There was no sound in the tea room, only the chirping of summer cicadas came out of the window.
Abbot Qingye stared at Fujiwara Izaya's face intently for a long time, then slowly shook his head. His expression looked very tired, and his face became a little older and haggard. From time to time, he would sigh long and strangely, and the sound was strange and a bit harsh, "
It makes a "gurgling" sound, as if something is stuck in the throat, and it doesn't sound very comfortable.
Fujiwara Izaya didn't rush him, and didn't want to see his appearance, so he could only look out the window. Along the Bodhi tree in the courtyard, countless cicadas made short cicada cicadas, flying back and forth. The sound of the waves was
The sound could also be vaguely heard. The sea breeze lifted the lower corners of the yellow-green curtains. The lower corners of the curtains rubbed against the mats, making a sound like dwarf bamboo leaves swaying.
After a long time, Abbot Qingye's much older voice sounded.
"Whether what Mrs. Tanimura said is true or false is for a poor monk to judge."
Kasahara Fukaeri frowned her beautiful eyebrows and was about to speak.
Fujiwara Izaya gently tugged on her sleeve.
Then, this aloof female police officer meekly lowered her head.
"Indeed, it's not up to you to judge." Fujiwara Izaya slowly stood up and looked at him condescendingly, "To be precise, that is my responsibility. Please take me to see Mrs. Tanimura."
Abbot Qingye was a little surprised and stayed in front of the tea table.
He has prepared a lot of rhetoric... It's over before it even begins?
"Abbot Qingye, please!" Fujiwara Izaya said politely.
Although his voice was not harsh, his eyes had a sense of oppression from a superior. Abbot Qingye knew that he could not refuse, so he could only get up and lead the way.
After leaving the side hall, walk towards the back mountain.
The summer sun is hot and there are no tourists.
Passing by a Jizo statue, Fujiwara Izaya took Kasahara Fuka-Eri and clasped his hands to pay homage.
"Sister Fuka-Eri, what wish did you make?"
"Make a wish?"
"You shouldn't just bow down, right?"
"That's right." Kasahara Fuka-Era glared at the bored little boy.
Her indifference, as if she didn't know who you were, made her profile look even more elegant. Fujiwara Izaya looked at her profile and whispered, "I just made a wish with Jizo, hoping that sister Fuka-Eri will melt away within three months."
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Kasahara Fuka-Eri stumbled and almost fell.
"You know it's wrong to ask you to wear high heels to climb a mountain!" Fujiwara Izaya gloated and ran away.
"Go ahead and dream!" Fuka-Eri Kasahara cursed behind her back through gritted teeth.
The gravel-covered path stretches forward. After exiting the back door of the temple, a clear stream appears on the roadside, with beautiful water plants swaying on the water. On the way, we pass a small wooden bridge, with flowers blooming on the side that look like apricot flowers.
Or some other white flowers.
Fujiwara Izaya stood on the bridge and admired the flowers for a few seconds.
Three or four white ducks emerged from the bridge, gliding on their dark yellow webs and escaping, lying on the shining water, their white feathers shimmering with silver.
"Why don't you leave?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri caught up from behind.
"Look at the duck." Fujiwara Izaya pointed at the little duck.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri also saw it and commented succinctly: "Very cute."
Fujiwara Izaya licked his lips: "Come and steal one tonight and take it home to taste it."
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Kasahara Fuka-Eri felt angry for no reason, raised her foot and stepped heavily on his foot with the heel of her high heel.
"Ah, it hurts..." Fujiwara Izaya used exaggerated acting skills to deal with her kick. He bent down to pick up the pebbles on the ground, and with a graceful throwing posture, he hit the water with eighteen blows.
Water floats.
"Look, eighteen times!"
"Why are you so proud?"
"Am I great?"
"...Childish devil!"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri raised her feet and left.
Abbot Qingye in front has already reached the small lake.
"You haven't said I'm awesome yet!" Fujiwara Izaya caught up and walked side by side with her.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri maintained her usual cold expression: "Not great!"
"Eighteen blows are not enough?"
"It's just not great!"
"Now that you've said that, show me how you hit her!" After saying that, Fujiwara Izaya bent down and picked up a stone and gave it to her, "As long as you can hit it three times, I will call you sister!"
"..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri lowered his head and looked at the square stone in his hand.
After a long time, she took a deep breath, twisted her slender waist, raised her foot and kicked her hard.
"Plop!"
Abbot Qingye turned around and found Fujiwara Izaya lying on his back in the creek. Kasahara Fuka-Eri was bending over, reaching down to pull him up.
A strange man and woman... Abbot Qingye stopped and waited for the two to catch up.
Fujiwara Izaya stood up from the water, wiped the water droplets from his face, looked at the palm of Kasahara Fuka-Eri's outstretched hand, weighed it for a few seconds, and gave up the idea of letting the female police officer get wet to seduce him.
"Be careful in the future!"
After threatening him, he put his hand on her.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri pulled him up, and then shook his hand as if it was hot.
One thing is very strange. Although I am obviously a little taller than him, why are my hands so much smaller than his... And when I hold them, there is a warm and unsuspecting feeling of intimacy that is conveyed to me. It is so.
wonderful.
Following Kasahara Fuka-Eri, Fujiwara Izaya once again sighed that her legs were perfect.
In the midsummer sunshine, the bright orange long hair was slightly glowing with fire, and it was more beautiful than any time I had seen it before. Following Abbot Qingye, the two of them walked through the light and shadow that filled the stone path and arrived.
By the pool at the back of the mountain.
Several girls from Kyoto were playing on the swing set up by the pool.
The pool water reflects the blue sky and white clouds, and is surrounded by green mountains and forests. There are many small stone piles beside the pool, and in front of each stone pile is a wooden tombstone. In order to express respect for the deceased, short scriptures are written in Sanskrit on the tombstones.
.
"Are these all monks' tombs?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
"Yes, it is so shabby." Abbot Qingye paid homage to the two newly piled tombs today, "When I first came to the temple, the poor monks were still cynical: Those with power and financial resources stay
He built a beautiful tomb and left behind a magnificent tomb. Now when I think about this problem, I only think that the poor monk and other villagers did not have any imagination when they were alive, so naturally they built the tomb without any imagination. The poor monk felt that this kind of tomb was built.
It’s very sad, but very appropriate. Because after death, you don’t need to continue begging for other people’s imagination.”
"Can elegance only be found in imagination?" Fujiwara Izaya asked, "What do you mean when you say there is no imagination?"
"That's it." Abbot Qingye hit the mossy top of the stone tower several times with his palm. "Stones or bones are the inorganic parts of a person who is buried after death."
After finishing speaking, he seemed not to want to discuss the issue anymore, so he shut his mouth and walked forward silently.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri deliberately slowed down her pace, dragging Fujiwara Izaya behind, and then commented: "He is simply a complete Buddhist."
"What does it have to do with Buddhism?" Fujiwara Izaya picked up a straight branch from the roadside and waved it as he walked. "Elegance, culture, human ideas about beauty, all these realities are fruitless and inorganic.
It’s not about repairing ancient temples, it’s just stones. Philosophy, this is also a stone. Art, this is also a stone. Probably, except for feelings, stones can represent everything in the world.”
Kasahara Fuka-Eri used her brain to think about his incomprehensible words.
But before she could figure out the truth, Fujiwara Izaya kicked the bottom of his foot and said, "Sister, help me with two moves."
Among the flying grass clippings, a wooden stick flew towards me.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri subconsciously grabbed the wooden stick and performed the Iai Slash. The next second, she reacted in time, threw the stick in her hand, and glared at Fujiwara Izaya with a red face.
Ahhhh——
This kid is so hateful!
Just be childish on your own, why do you want to be childish with me?
Her rare shy look is really cute. Fujiwara Izaya's eyes slid down from her breasts to her legs, as if he just discovered it now, thinking that my aunt must work hard to fool this woman as soon as possible.
So that he can come to the rescue.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri resisted the urge to push him to the ground and beat him, and asked with a stern look: "What did you mean by that just now?"
"You are too old-fashioned. There is no possibility of sex in one meeting!" Fujiwara Izaya said with a smile.
Seeing nature is a Buddhist term, which means great enlightenment.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked straight at him, and the two just looked at each other for three seconds.
"Chang Dao, Zen takes formlessness as its body, and understands what is invisible and rootless, which is what people often call seeing. If you want to be able to see formlessness as it really is, you need to be extremely sensitive to the contest of forms.
How can someone who cannot see form and form with selfless sensitivity know and see formlessness and formlessness so clearly?”
Kasahara Fuka-Eri still doesn’t understand.
After living for almost twenty-five years, this was the first time that she felt that her brain was not enough.
"If you don't understand, you can look at me." At this time, Fujiwara Izaya pointed at the tip of his nose with his thumb and said with joy: "A person like me who can shine just by being here should also be called
To be a person who is born for life. This clear form is a living example of formlessness and the most realistic model. For example, if I stand here, you will think that I match the mountains and forests in August. I stand
When among the flowers, you will feel that I am a perfect match for the August flowers. When I stand on the beach, you will feel that I am a perfect match for the August sea..."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri finally heard it.
After all, he was just talking to amuse himself, and by the way, he was narcissistic...
The sea breeze blew by, and the cold female police officer tucked her flying orange hair behind her ears and smiled slightly. She seemed to want to show a threatening smile, but it was a pity that being too beautiful would only make Fujiwara
Lin also feels good-looking.
"I see!"
She nodded and bent down to pick up a branch.
"If you pass away suddenly, it will be a perfect match for August's coffin, right?"
"……wrong!"
"Nisnei——"
A branch as thick as an arm hit his face, and Fujiwara Izaya turned around and ran away.
"Abbot Qingye, help—"
The Kyoto girl who was swinging across the pool turned to look at Kasahara Fuka-Eri, who was furious. She probably mistook the scene as a couple quarreling, so they all agreed that Fujiwara Izaya was a treacherous scumbag.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri took a wooden stick and hit him several times.
When the weather got a little better, she threw away the wooden stick and walked side by side with him again. The sunlight fell between the leaves and shone on his white shirt, shining with moist light. From time to time, he used his fingers to tease it.
The hair is not dry, and every finger is slender, moist and sexy.
"Hey, Fuka-Eri."
Fujiwara Izaya suddenly spoke, startling Kasahara Fuka-Eri who was staring at his finger. She forced herself to stay calm and asked impatiently: "What are you doing?"
"Do you know what a boy is?" Fujiwara Izaya asked as if digging a hole.
"I don't know!" Kasahara Fukae was expressionless.
"The so-called boy is someone like me," Fujiwara Izaya suddenly stretched out his hand, waving his fingers in front of her eyes as if to show off, "you must have the will to make every finger grow perfect!"
"..."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri was so ashamed that she wanted to dig a hole and bury herself.
Amaterasu, please strike this bastard to death with a thunderbolt, or even turn him into a mute...If this continues, I will be killed by his words.
After leaving the pool, we came to a small residential area.
On one side is a small pine forest, on the other side is a broad slope, and you can see the sea on the other side.
"Mrs. Tanimura lives inside." Abbot Qingye stopped in front of a small building.
"Thank you for your hard work." Fujiwara Izaya nodded.
Kasahara Fukaeri looked inside.
Low hedges surrounded a courtyard, and several monks were on guard in the courtyard. Flower beds, shades, trees, shade sheds and other facilities looked full of rustic flavor. Deep in the low corridor, you could see a woman sitting in a teahouse.
Here. She wore black mourning clothes, a thin belt, and a black lily in her bun.
Abbot Qingye opened the door and was about to go in.
"Master, just wait outside." Fujiwara Izaya stopped him and walked inside without looking back, leaving him no room to refuse.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri also followed, and the two of them took off their shoes at the entrance and walked to Mrs. Ariyamura's tea room. When she opened the coarse cloth curtain, Mrs. Tanimura, whom she had met that night, did not sit down as if she knew someone would come.
, but the posture of leaning on the buttocks while talking on the phone.
"Welcome both of you!"
As soon as Fujiwara Izaya came in, she stood up and bowed.
Petite and plump figure, very nice.
Her face is round and pretty, and she stands up neatly, showing the upbringing of a large family.
Fujiwara Izaya's first impression of her was not too bad. Her round face looked very gentle, but her eyes were still strong as a woman. Her arms and fingers were a little chubby, but they were definitely not bloated.
"My name is Fujiwara." Fujiwara Izaya introduced himself.
Mrs. Tanimura did not respond.
Kasahara Asuka also came over, sat down next to Fujiwara Izaya, and said succinctly: "Kasahara."
"Hello, you two." Mrs. Tanimura responded softly.
Her gentle face did not show any confusion due to the arrival of the two of them. Instead, she looked like she was rushing home from a sweltering street. Her face was flushed, her eyes were filled with tears, and her plump breasts were heaving.
"Have you encountered any problems?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
"Oh, it's okay, I made you two laugh..." Mrs. Tanimura wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, "Today is the death anniversary of my deceased husband, and I am a little sad."
When she said this, she peeked at the cabinet from the corner of her eyes.
Fujiwara Izaya noticed that there was a photo of a man hanging in the niche above.
"Who is that?"
"It's the photo of my late husband."
"She looks very polite, like a teacher."
"He is indeed a middle school teacher."
While we were chatting about the opening greetings, a maid came out with some snacks.
After the maid bent down, she looked very beautiful from the side. Fujiwara Izaya felt that it was very familiar, but he couldn't recall it for a while.
"I made it myself, lotus root Ogura roll." Mrs. Tanimura introduced to him, "roll up the lotus root, wrap it with bean paste, and cut it into thin slices. It tastes very sweet and elegant. Today is the anniversary of my late husband's death, so I
So I specially made his favorite snack."
"Thank you for the hospitality, I'm going to start -" Fujiwara Izaya clasped his hands together in thanks, then stuffed the heart into his mouth. Kasahara Fuka-Eri glared at him with some dissatisfaction, and said with her eyes: "You are not allowed to eat food that is sacrificed to the deceased husband.
dessert."
"I'll make some tea for Mr. Fujiwara." Mrs. Tanimura bent over and added water to the teapot to boil.
Fujiwara Izaya looked over there and saw that the iron stove and the teapot were all in the shape of lotus flowers. Things in the shape of lotus flowers were quite appropriate in the temple, and they would not give people the dull atmosphere of chanting Buddha's name.
"Monks also have their own thoughts," he said.
Following Fujiwara Izaya's line of sight, Mrs. Tanimura noticed that he was looking at the stove and kettle, "Yes, I think so too. It's a little small, so it's cute, right?"
"It's quite romantic." Fujiwara Izaya said cheerfully.
On the stove, the lotus flower is half open and half closed, just hugging the bottom of the pot. The frame of the lotus leaves is cut into the shape of a flower. The flames come out from the bottom and follow the lines of the petals to wrap around the entire teapot. This picture reveals a touch of warmth, like
It's telling a heart-wrenching ancient love story. But the photo in the niche is too dazzling and incongruous with the picture, implying that the husband is currently guilty._&