At dusk, the sound of ringing bells on the ancient temple under renovation was carried by the wind.
The two ladies were in the front, leading the three juniors on the steps leading to the mountain gate. The summer festival restarted, and all the nearby villagers rushed over. Along the road, many children with white powder on their noses took turns beating the drums. This sound
Young and intermittent.
Fujiwara Izaya was in the middle, listening to the others in front of them arguing about trivial matters.
The relationship between the two wives is as good as that of biological sisters, and they discuss everything with great interest. But once they have differences of opinion, they will start to quarrel. It is hard to believe that this kind of energy that only young people have is a thirty-eight-year-old and
A conversation between a woman in her forties.
"Jiko, your butt is so perky."
"Envy?"
"No, it looks obscene!"
"You are quite stubborn. You are obviously envious of my figure, but you are always tough on me. No wonder Rinzi is so arrogant. It turns out that this is the gene inherited from her mother."
"Ah, this is not a tsundere thing. Fujiwara-kun said, I have a good temperament!"
"That kid is full of lies, you can't believe it. Is this the first day you met him? My stupid wife."
"I am a wife, and you are also a wife, Jizi, but you are indiscreet!"
"The truth is, although I am also a wife, not everyone is the same as me. The average wives in society are like the wife of the director, the wife of the fish shop owner, etc. Compared to them, I am a wife
She is the most promising person among them. As a woman, she can make her son-in-law covet her even at an old age. Is there anyone more promising than this?"
"It's better to be the wife of an ordinary family."
"Well, that's right, the ordinary is extraordinary. The lens of human life and art is the ordinary! To despise ordinary people is to refuse to admit defeat; to be afraid of ordinary people proves that he is still very naive. Because whether it is haiku, noh song
, or Waka, both are full of ordinary aesthetics."
"Speaking of haiku, the ones you wrote back then were really sour!"
"...Speaking as if you are not bitter."
Conversations in this style were like heels floating four or five inches off the ground. The incompatibility between Tokyo's senior intellectuals and the style of a rural festival was revealed. The villagers around them intuitively stayed away, for fear of offending someone.
These two noble women.
Some people are born different, and people everywhere in the world understand this.
Fujiwara Izaya looked at the graceful backs of the two ladies and felt very comfortable.
After getting along for a long time, he figured out the way these two people get along. They are competitors who have known each other since childhood, and they are also allies with the same interests. When they get along, Mrs. Kasahara, who is two years older, usually dominates, and so does Mrs. Hoshimi.
When there are differences in their own opinions, Mrs. Kasahara will bully Mrs. Hoshimi into submission, and Mrs. Hoshimi is quite submissive. Her pitiful and docile appearance is very endearing. Sometimes Fujiwara Rinhui and Hoshimi
Mrs. Hoshimi stood together to fight against the oppression of the Great Demon King Kasahara. But the result of doing so was that he and Mrs. Hoshimi were often oppressed together, and became the ideal target for the Great Demon King Kasahara to have fun with.
Hmm...
This is not good!
I have to find a way to subjugate this noble woman and turn her into a sweet little mother-in-law who is gentle and considerate to her son-in-law.
After climbing up the mountain gate, the two ladies turned around and looked down the steps.
Tea trees are planted on both sides of the stone steps for climbing, and the setting sun shines on the tea leaves on the fence, condensing its afterglow. Clusters of white flowers are like dotted with small shadows of the same shape. The flowers withstand the sunshine, and their posture looks more...
grace.
Fujiwara Izaya whistled and climbed up from the bottom of the stone steps. Wearing a black haori dress and having an extraordinary appearance, he attracted everyone's attention from the beginning of the climb.
From the appearance, he is an elegant young man who looks like a six-song fairy, but he walks like a middle school student with firm steps that are leisurely but not slow.
It also makes people feel his innate affinity.
"My brother is so handsome!" Mrs. Kasahara said happily. Mrs. Hoshimi also echoed: "In thirty days of living, I have never seen a young man as charming as him."
As a result, the topic of discussion between the two ladies naturally fell on Fujiwara Izaya.
"G, Jizi, I have a question. Do you think this child is too optimistic sometimes?"
"No, I think it's just right." Mrs. Kasahara held the small cloth bag in both hands and looked expectantly at the young woman at the bottom of the steps, as if she was waiting for her husband to return.
"Even his farts smell good." Mrs. Hoshimi said sarcastically to her.
"Have you smelled it?"
"Oh, I hate it. The fragrance I mentioned is for you."
"Humph, you are just jealous that he treats me well." Mrs. Kasahara raised her eyebrows proudly, her radiant face as dazzling as the leaves under the sun.
Mrs. Hoshimi held her forehead and sighed tiredly: "You and he are really on the same page when it comes to narcissism."
"What is narcissism? It's so ugly to say it. Isn't this called pride?" Mrs. Kasahara's eyes sparkled, as if there was a surge of affection. "In my opinion, pride must be relaxed and clear.
Things that are clearly visible to the naked eye and are shining brightly. For example, Brother Fujiwara’s smiling face is exactly the kind of pride that I admire and am fascinated by.”
"You two sisters have been waiting for a long time." Fujiwara Izaya exposed his upper body from under the tea tree fence and greeted with a smile. Because the weather was hot, he opened the front of his shirt, revealing a bit of his sexy collarbone.
"Ah~~" Mrs. Kasahara moaned as pleasantly as an exotic bird, "I can't breathe."
Her eyes met his innocent and young smiling face, and she covered her cheeks that were burned by the sunset with both hands, looking as if she was intoxicated by some emotion.
Mrs. Hoshimi shook her head and sighed.
"It's so annoying! Why are you smiling like that? It makes your heart beat loudly." Mrs. Kasahara said coquettishly.
Fujiwara Izaya looked at Mrs. Hoshimi and asked doubtfully: "What's wrong with her?"
"I'm crazy." Mrs. Xingjian gave her best friend a rolling look.
"Fujiwara-kun has brought back the youthful feeling of wanting to fall in love as a girl." Mrs. Kasahara lowered her eyes, her expression could be as shy as possible.
"I didn't do anything!" Fujiwara Izaya smiled comfortably as if he was used to it.
"Well, he is very handsome..." Mrs. Hoshimi observed his smiling face attentively and commented: "The face is full of boyishness, and the whole body seems to be talking and singing to the sun and nature, filled with a kind of emotion that can be said
It is the real tenacious thing of life. No wonder Jizi, a lonely old woman, is obsessed with sex."
"Yiko~" Mrs. Kasahara shook her best friend's arm coquettishly.
"What's up?"
"Why don't you accompany others to have sex with you?"
"..."
The setting sun has half disappeared, and the sunset glow in the sky is as bright as a furnace fire burning on the mountains.
At this time, Kawashima Meiji called.
"I'm going to answer the phone." Fujiwara Izaya turned his back and walked to the side. As soon as he pressed the phone, Kawashima Miki's angry voice came out.
"Where are you--"
When my wife is angry, it is difficult to coax her.
"I'm in Minami Izu," Fujiwara Izaya lowered his voice and said flatteringly, "I'll be back in Tokyo soon, just wait."
"I'm asking you where you are now——"
"Uh, on the mountain."
"What?"
"Worship."
"Then what?"
"Then," Fujiwara Izaya hesitated, "then watch the fireworks."
"With whom?"
Kawashima Miji's voice raised a few pitches in vain.
In the background of the phone call, there was also the sound of a car engine accelerating. It sounded like she was driving over to catch the mistress.
"And the two chairman..." Fujiwara Izaya quickly explained, "It's not like you haven't watched the news. The summer festival in Minami Izu has such a big incident, and tonight's fireworks display must have extra strong security.
I’m at work!”
"There are only two chairman?" Kawashima Miji clearly didn't believe him.
"Really."
"Are there no other vixens?"
"And the chairman's daughter."
"Where are the other women?"
"There was still aunt, and then she disappeared. You believe me."
"real?"
"One hundred percent sure!" Fujiwara Izaya said in a sworn tone, and then changed to a grumbling tone, "Oh, the country festival is very boring, I don't want to stay here at all. If it weren't for work, I would have done it tonight
Fly back to Tokyo and enjoy the Sumida River Fireworks Festival with my wife."
The Sumida River Fireworks Festival happens to be held these days.
So Fujiwara Izaya guessed that Kawashima Miki felt lonely and lost her temper with him.
"Do you really want to watch the fireworks with me?" Kawashima Miji's voice suddenly became a little erratic.
"It's absolutely true!" Fujiwara Izaya said into the mobile phone, "I wish my wife would fly over to accompany me now. Otherwise, how about you contact Dark Crow and ask him to find a female tengu to fly here on your back?
"
"I'm too lazy to watch it with you." Kawashima Meiji was as arrogant as ever, "There are so many people and it's so comfortable to have the air conditioner at home."
"I want to be with my wife."
"Nasty."
"I can only blame you for being too beautiful."
"I'm so tired of you."
"How about I go back to Tokyo now?"
"No, you work hard."
“My wife is so considerate.”
"Dudu——"
Kawashima Meiji hung up without hesitation, as if she was busy with something big.
Fortunately, she didn't clamor to come... Fujiwara Izaya breathed a sigh of relief and put his phone back in his pocket.
After he walked back to the mountain gate, Mrs. Kasahara asked with a smile: "Did your lover call?"
"Look, they are here." Fujiwara Izaya pointed happily to the bottom of the steps. Two girls appeared listlessly from the stone steps covered with sunlight filtering through the leaves.
In summer evenings, the temperature is still very high due to heat dissipation from the ground surface.
If it weren't for watching the fireworks together in the evening, Asuka Kasahara would have run home halfway to turn on the air conditioner. As for Rinko Hoshimi, she was covered in sweat from the heat. She had been a good girl since she was a child, and she reluctantly dragged her clogs on.
Climb up.
After everyone gathered, they walked into the temple together, walked through the open visiting area, and came to the back mountain.
Compared to the noise outside, it seemed quiet here, with only the treetops swaying above the tombstones. The sunset finally sank to the bottom of the mountain, and there was probably a burning pile of dead leaves swept together somewhere, and the sound of a fire came from the smoke.
Like a melancholy sunset, the light fades and becomes hazy.
The monks in the temple have all gathered here, motionless like a memorial statue. The new abbot of the temple is a middle-aged man, with no obvious relaxation in the copper-colored muscles of his limbs, giving people the impression of a steep rock.
Speaking of this new host, instead of paying attention to the two chairman directors, he paid more attention to Fujiwara Izaya. In his opinion, this young man was the only one among a bunch of men who had a stronger momentum than him.
This feeling hurt his pride as he had just become the abbot. So he asked the monks around him for Fujiwara Izaya's name. After learning who it was, he immediately changed his face and came to say hello.
"Hello, Chairman Fujiwara, it's such an honor to meet you..."
Fujiwara Rin didn't say anything and looked straight at him.
He laughed, and there was a kind of flattery towards the people in power in his smile, and he wanted to please from the bottom of his heart. This kind of person was completely different from Abbot Qingye. He might not think about how to organize an event for this rural town.
A grand summer festival that the people of Minami Izu will remember for a long time, but it is definitely the loyal dog of the person in power.
For this kind of person, Fujiwara Rin also doesn’t comment on whether he is good or bad.
Only a loyal dog can safeguard the interests of the Yin and Yang Lao. He is also one of the vested interests. As a monster, he cannot have double standards. He just feels a little emotional that it is difficult to have the best of both worlds. If he wants to face conflicts between humans and monsters in the future, he hopes that
Don't let down the education you have received since childhood.
During the worship ceremony, Mrs. Kasahara led her people and stood in front of the two newly built tombstones, with the repaired ancient monk further behind.
"Xiangxiang, give incense to the two mages."
"Okay." Kasahara Asuka's expression was very boring.
"Here, take it." Fujiwara Izaya handed the lit incense to the school girl. The school girl took it, shook it, and inserted the incense into the stone tube under her mother's gaze.
"Step back a little and sit down on your knees." Mrs. Kasahara ordered again.
Asuka Kasahara stepped back a little, lifted the skirt of her mourning dress slightly, and sat down on her knees.
"What?" she asked with a strange look on her face.
"Bow." Mrs. Kasahara said, kneeling down next to her daughter. Hoshimi and her daughter, Fujiwara Izaya, did the same, as did the monk behind them.
"Why bow?" Asuka Kasahara still didn't understand.
"Why...she looks very sad in mourning clothes, so I want to see Xiangxiang bow." Mrs. Kasahara said in a joking tone.
"That's it..."
Kasahara Asuka honestly touched the ground with her hands and bowed towards the tombstone.
Then he raised his head and immediately reached out, touched his mother's wrist and pulled it.
After the worship ceremony was completed, night fell, and the moon rose high in the indigo night sky, as if waiting to enjoy the fireworks display that was about to open.
The group left the back mountain and climbed the mountain road leading to the main venue.
The temperature began to cool down, summer insects were chirping in the mountains, and the mountain road was very dark. Mrs. Kasahara held a lantern and had a free hand to hold her little daughter. The same was true for Mrs. Hoshimi, only Fujiwara Izaya was alone. Join
After the big mountain trail, many honest farmers along the road are also on their way to sacrifice. Some people carry flutes and practice while walking. The unexpected and clever flute sound and brisk rhythm can make people feel the fun of the countryside.
.
"It finally feels cooler after walking here." Mrs. Kasahara said happily.
Now she looks just like an ordinary housewife who brings her family to join in the fun.
"That's related to the terrain." Mrs. Hoshimi said with a smile, "Aren't you taught in geography class? When the altitude rises by 100 meters, the temperature drops by 06 degrees Celsius."
"oops……"
At this time, Asuka Kasahara stumbled and almost fell.
"Are you okay?" The moment Mrs. Kasahara turned sideways, the light reflected her daughter's upper body. From this moment, she caught her daughter's sly eyes, so she said: "It is dangerous enough to climb mountains with wooden clogs.
Fujiwara-kun, let’s carry you on my back.”
Hoshimi mother and daughter: "..."
"Hehe~"
Asuka Kasahara thought to herself, her mother is really a top wingman.
"Come here." Fujiwara Izaya bent down in front of her, and she immediately fell on his back, holding his neck tightly with her hands. Rinko Hoshimi looked back, and the light of the lantern on the tree shone through the green.
That face looked green.
"Senior-senpai, how about we not play with our seniors tonight?" Kasahara Asuka put her lips to Fujiwara Izaya's ear, teasing him with a naughty and charming voice, "Find a small forest and Asuka will step on it for you."
"Be serious." Fujiwara Izaya said seriously, pinching her butt through her mourning clothes.
Because she was being carried on her back, the lines of her originally loose mourning clothes were tight, and her round flesh was so beautiful when pinched.
Returning to the main hall, in front of the simple Buddha statue, the two ladies paid symbolic respect. Thanks to the bright lights of the main hall, their necks looked particularly white, and they were more attractive than ever against the backdrop of their mourning clothes.
After they paid their respects, Fujiwara Izaya came forward curiously: "What wishes did you make?"
"My wish won't work if I say it." Mrs. Xingjian's face turned red.
"No." Mrs. Kasahara yelled at the side, "We don't believe in Buddhism. Whether wishes come true or not is not the scope of Sakyamuni's business, so just say it."
"Yes!" Fujiwara Rinya also shouted, "Just say it, I will say hello to Amaterasu later, and I will definitely help you realize it."
Mrs. Hoshimi tilted her head slightly: "Huh?"
This cute puzzled expression is exactly the same as that of my senior sister!
"Why don't you say hello to the Omikami for me?" Mrs. Kasahara reached out to shake Fujiwara Izaya's shoulders unhappily, and with a "pop", Kasahara Asuka, who was still being carried by her senior, patted her away like a little lion guarding its food.
Damn hands.
"Together, your wishes will come true." Fujiwara Izaya doesn't favor anyone at all.
"Humph, you know what I mean." Mrs. Kasahara nodded in a pretending to be cute, "I just made a wish that Brother Fujiwara will never be able to live without us, mother and daughter, and live happily together..."
The simple villagers who were paying homage next to him cast strange looks at him.
Hoshimi Rinko moved a little further away, with an expression like "I don't know them."
"My wish..." Mrs. Hoshimi's eyes passed over the innocent and romantic Asuka Kasahara and landed on her daughter in the dark corner, "Well, it's the same as Himeko."
A gust of wind blew over and swirled over the hall, making people feel as if the gods had granted their prayers.
Seeing Rinzi running away, Hoshi ran out of the hall, looked up at the starry sky over the sea, took a deep breath, and murmured to himself: "Will the gods really not punish you for making such an absurd and willful prayer?"
After leaving the main hall, I felt a roar like a tide coming. Bonfires were lit on both sides of the stone steps, and sparks were flying in the night sky. The noisy sound ahead came through the treetops, shaking the eardrums strongly.
"Go up from here to the main venue." Mrs. Kasahara led the way.
The clogs clattered on the winding stone steps to the outside of the mountain gate. When I was out of breath, I finally arrived at the main venue.
An open area on the mountainside, with a performance stage in the middle, surrounded by lively night stalls with lanterns. The place was already packed with spectators. The excitement was even greater than the first night, with various games, snacks and local specialties.
There are all kinds of stalls. The owner of the windmill stall puts the handle of the windmill on the straw bale for sale. Next door is a stall selling flower paper umbrella stickers, as well as playing cards and balloons. Every summer, these small traders sell them at cheap prices.
Purchase goods from wholesale markets in big cities and sell them in small towns.
The fireworks display hasn't officially started yet, and now people are browsing the stalls and looking for places to watch the fireworks. Fujiwara Izaya glanced around, not to mention a place to sit, even finding a space to stand was a little difficult.
If there's only one person, it doesn't matter.
As a man, Fujiwara Izaya can do whatever he wants. If there is really no place, it is not impossible to climb a tree to see. However, today he came with two teams of mothers and daughters. He did not want to lead them in the crowd because their
The advantage can only be taken by him alone.
"Are there any VIP seats?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
"The abbot said there should be one, but I didn't ask." Mrs. Hoshimi looked at the noisy crowd and looked a little excited. "This kind of country festival is quite interesting. I want to take a look!"
"No!" Fujiwara Izaya firmly refused.
"Huh?" Mrs. Kasahara looked at him funny.
"You guys sit aside and watch. I'll buy you whatever you want to eat or play."
"This is so boring." Mrs. Hoshimi shook her head and refused.
"There are too many people, it's inconvenient. Sister Xingjian doesn't want to think about it. These country men are so rude. It would be very bad if they meet a crazy person."
"Oh, I understand." Mrs. Kasahara showed a knowing smile, "Fujiwara-kun wants to keep us in a cage like birds, right?"
"..."
"This is called forbidden love!" Mrs. Kasahara and Mrs. Hoshimi said.
"Tsk, tsk, you little pervert is too courageous." Mrs. Hoshimi looked at Fujiwara Izaya with disgust, "We are the chairman of the board of directors, how dare you have such thoughts?"
"You annoying sisters, you should let your cute little brother get away from you at this time!" Fujiwara Izaya said simply.
"Haha~"
The two ladies burst into laughter.
"Okay, if you want to go shopping, I'll take you one by one." Fujiwara Izaya continued to think of ideas, "There are too many people for me to take care of, but if you only take one person with you at a time, it's still fine."
"This is a date alone." Mrs. Kasahara could see his little thoughts at a glance.
"Well, it shouldn't be bad." Mrs. Hoshimi looked at her daughter and said earnestly: "In order for Rinzi to go on a date alone, my mother had to give up the fun of going to the countryside festival."
Hoshi was a little moved when he saw Rinzi.
In front of acquaintances, she really puts aside her shame, but if she is with her junior...
"Then let's go." Mrs. Kasahara pointed to the hillside at the edge of the square, "Fujiwara-kun, clear the way!"
"Okay!" Fujiwara Izaya carried Kasahara Asuka on his back and ducked into the crowded crowd, moving forward like a salmon against the current. There were people in front, back, left and right, just like walking in the wooden man alley of the Shaolin Temple. Kasahara Asuka patted him on the back with a big smile on his face.
He yelled, "Make way," "Is that wood in front of you?" and "Why don't you get out of the way quickly?" while sharply cutting a passage through the crowd with his knife.
Along this passage, Mrs. Kasahara and Mrs. Hoshimi walked forward calmly.
Above their heads, the large sacrificial lanterns revealed beautiful firelight. Both ladies wore their hair in elegant buns, and the exposed nape of their necks was slightly dyed with a golden luster. Their faces with the firelight also looked as if they had been polished.
They were so dazzling that the eyes of the people around them stayed on them as passionately as the lanterns.
Their noble and elegant postures, like beautiful statues that naturally attract all admiring eyes, appear cold and proud.
The VIP seats are on a high platform behind the square, surrounded by trees. The entrance is separated by cloth strips, and each seat is separated into small compartments with screens. Due to the higher terrain, it is not a bad place to watch the performances or fireworks on the stage.
, the visual effects are better.
After entering the VIP table, someone immediately brought food, tea and wine.
Expensive sakura shrimp, fried crispy oysters, steamed golden sea bream, sakura sushi, salty fish and shellfish soup, etc. Every food is as close to the color of cherry blossoms as possible, and the presentation is very gorgeous.
It seems like the dining table is covered with cherry blossoms.
"This is Shizuoka's Cherry Blossom Festival." Mrs. Hoshimi sat on her knees elegantly, "It's a pity it's not spring, otherwise we can enjoy a real cherry blossom feast."
Her voice was very soft, like rainwater hitting the bluestone road on a rainy day.
"Let's meet again next spring." Mrs. Kasahara leaned against the screen in an inelegant manner, her voice as lazy as her expression.
"Next year, senior and I will come together." Kasahara Asuka said, reaching out to pinch Fujiwara Izaya's neck. Fujiwara Izaya used his backhand to scratch her chin.
"Well, it's itchy~"
The girl was ticklish and curled up her shoulders, but she raised her chin slightly to accept his teasing. In the bright yellow light, her eyes were half-closed with a bit of shyness, and her innocence showed unconcealable joy, as if she was about to suddenly pounce.
It's like walking into the arms of your sweetheart, so cute.
"Eat something first." Mrs. Hoshimi said funny.
Next to her, Rinko Hoshimi had already picked up a piece of crispy oyster and chewed it elegantly.
"Aunt Yako is causing trouble!" Asuka Kasahara stuck out her tongue playfully.
Then she straightened up, knelt on the mat, covered half of her face with her mourning sleeves, and glanced at Fujiwara Izaya shyly with her pure and tender eyes.
Hoshimi Rinko chewed the oyster in her mouth hard, and it smelled like a bitch.
Fujiwara Izaya was eating exquisite cherry blossom shrimps, looking through the stone railing in front of him to the main stage below. The sea breeze was blowing in front of him, and the fire of the bonfire was very strong. The flames were making dancing postures, and the shadows of the fire were constantly changing.
He was rushing past people's faces and on the stone steps very unsteadily. The bustling crowd and the VIP area he was in seemed like two different worlds.
Among the crowd, two familiar figures flashed past.
The one wearing a dark blue yukata that exudes elegance is Natsuki Li. Her yukata has patterns of lilies and autumn grass, which adds to the coolness. The one next to her is wearing a red yukata, with a belt around her waist to highlight her tight little body.
The one with the slender waist is Kasahara Fuka-Eri. Her long orange hair reflects the firelight exceptionally brightly, making her look like a female temptress in the dark night, walking toward the VIP table with hunting steps.
After the two people arrived at the VIP table, they did not enter this compartment and sat down in another compartment.
very good!
What is needed is to separate.
Fujiwara Izaya was very happy in his heart.
You must know that it is easy for women to get together to induce Shura Field. The most important trouble now is the aunt on the other side, so he only needs to control the time and move back and forth between the two compartments, and he will definitely not overturn.
Even if you bump into someone while browsing the stalls, you don’t have to worry because he will only take one person shopping with him at a time.
With his eloquence, facing a Shura field with only two women, wouldn't it be easy... Amid the hustle and bustle in the distance, a cool sea breeze blew over, and the beautiful young man in black mourning clothes smoothed the wind-covered quilt with his hands.
His bangs were blown around, and a pleasant smile appeared on his lips. Fortunately, Kawashima Miji didn't come... He thought to himself, if his wife came to join in the fun, he could just jump off the cliff.
However, in front of the mountain gate that he could not see, the dignified-looking Kawashima Miji appeared.
She has a straight back and an elegant walking posture. She wears a purple bathrobe, her hair is tied back, and she looks like a young and elegant lady.
※※※※※
Time returns to the afternoon.
There are restaurants in the Furukawa Hall that exude a warm atmosphere. Old electric fans replace air conditioners to blow away the midsummer heat.
Miji Kawashima held noodles with chopsticks in her hand and stared at the TV screen.
On the news, the riots at the Minami Izu Summer Festival were being reported. She stared at the screen intently, trying to find Fujiwara Izaya in the flashing pictures. But unfortunately, Onmyoryo was completely secret from ordinary people.
Yes, he won't appear on TV at all.
As I looked at it, the udon noodles in my hands had no taste at all.
Kawashima Meiji felt that she had lost all her appetite, so she paid the bill directly and left the Furukawa Kaikan.
From the day Fujiwara Izaya went to Minami Izu, she only had two things to do during the day. In the morning, she was supervising the progress of the project at Asakusa Shrine, and in the afternoon, she was at the Furukawa Kaikan to inquire about the acquisition of Huangsong Yusei. At night, she also had two things, taking charge of the Empress Bubbles.
The running of the bath and taking care of the two silly monsters in the house.
She is busy every day, but she feels happy like never before.
It would be even happier if Fujiwara Izaya was by my side every day.
Walking out of the gate of the Furukawa Hall, the midsummer sun was shining brightly, and the streets were illuminated in white. Kawashima Meiji couldn't help but narrow her eyes. The asphalt road reflected the high temperature and heat, and the sound of cicadas came like a tsunami.
When I raised my eyes, I saw a clear blue sky without a single cloud.
"It's so hot..."
Kawashima Miji took out a wet tissue and put it on her face, moved to the shade of a tree, and tried not to be exposed to the sun.
Sunlight shines through the branches and leaves on the asphalt road, like silver coins falling on the ground. The clear black shadow contrasts with the broken light. Kawashima Miji noticed that there were many promotional posters for the Sumida River Spark Festival on the walls of roadside stores and telephone poles.
.At this time, she suddenly remembered that it was the time for summer festivals to be held, and there were nearly ten in Tokyo alone. In addition to the Sumida River Fireworks Festival, the larger one also included the Jingu Gaien Fireworks Festival.
ah--
Why aren't you here, bitch?
Kawashima Meiji suddenly felt that this summer was extremely boring.
If Izaya Fujiwara is here, she can put on a beautiful yukata, watch the fireworks with him, and spend the night with him. And judging from his lustful character, she will definitely be very satisfied. Is boredom physical or mental?
.
Not being able to watch the fireworks together in summer always leaves some regret in my heart.
If I could see him now, I would hug him and kiss him wildly, while kissing him and shouting "I will take everything away from you at all costs"... Can these dreams become reality?
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Kawashima Miji fell into a slut fantasy.
At this time, the phone rang and it was an unfamiliar number.
"Hey, tell me if you have something to say..." Her tone was very perfunctory.
"Fujiwara Izaya hooked up with the fox girl!"
"What--"
"He wants to watch the fireworks with the fox girl tonight, leaving you alone in the empty room!"
"Who are you?" Kawashima Miji forced herself to calm down.
"I am his aunt. Come to Minamizu tonight and I will take you to confront him."
A moment later, Kawashima Miji's cell phone received a photo of a woman with short hair, a delicate and charming face, and a pair of furry fox ears on her head.
As a monster, Kawashima Miji believed her aunt's words instantly.
She could feel the fox girl's sultry smell even through the screen. It was the unique charming appearance of the fox demon clan, which other monsters could not imitate.
OK!
You Fujiwara Izaya!
Is there no enchantress in the house?
Wouldn’t the enchantress at home give it to you?
You actually went to find the wild enchantress - Kawashima Miji's dignified oval face was instantly covered with frost.
The empress was angry.
The kind that can't be coaxed.
Back in Yoshiwara, Kawashima Miki found an RV and packed the two little monsters into the car. She was going to let these two fools see with their own eyes how their scumbag male master died tonight.
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Recommend this book, "Why the Husband Runs Away"
What it tells is the story of a wife who married into a demon sect and was made a living by the leader of the cult. The author is an experienced driver who drives at a stable speed and does not smear his ink. He is good at writing romance novels. If you like lusty and evil women, don’t miss it.