The small blue tape measure made a slight clicking sound, and the measuring tape made of PVC plastic was immediately pulled out.
The tape measure was gently wrapped around the foot, measuring the length from the toe to the heel, and from the heel to the ankle. Fujiwara Izaya recorded the numbers in his notebook. Yukino Riho seemed a little anxious, and the fleshy soles of the feet began to twist. Fujiwara Izaya
Use your right hand to restrain it.
Spread the notebook out on the bench, hold her feet and put it on it.
Then, Fujiwara Izaya tore out a few more pages and tore them into thin strips of paper. He used these strips of paper to wrap around the soles of his feet and cross them over the insteps to measure the thickness. It looked like he had tied "shoelaces" to his feet. At this time, she
His toes moved slightly.
"Stand up," he said.
Yukino Riho wanted to reply, but no sound came out of her throat.,
She took off her other high-heeled shoe, grabbed the pillar of the pavilion, and slowly stood on the bench with her bare feet, holding the pillar with both hands to maintain balance.
Fujiwara Izaya didn't have any distracting thoughts at this time.
Bending slightly, he gently pressed her instep with his left hand, while holding a pencil in his right hand to trace the outline of the sole of her foot. Yukino Riho lowered her head and stared intently at his every move. The wind blew the leaves, and the rustling sound came from far to near.
, the rain, the maple leaves swayed slightly together with her hair. A few small water droplets fell on her hot neck.
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In the afternoon, Fujiwara Izaya went out and bought some leather for shoemaking. Then he went to the Kanto Onnyangryo headquarters and completed the procedures for Kawashima Miki to register as a shrine maiden. He will return to Nagano Prefecture tomorrow and wants to eat his wife.
If it falls, this matter cannot be delayed any longer.
After coming out of Kanto Yin Yang House, I received a call from Mrs. Kasahara, asking him to come over and dress more formally.
Fujiwara Izaya had no choice but to go home and change clothes.
At the counter of the bakery, Yukino Riho was reading a book as usual.
In the warm yellow light of the chandelier, she was obviously a little sleepy, half lying on the table, her hair was a little messy.
Fujiwara Lin didn't bother her, but walked directly to the second floor.
Only then did Yukino Riho notice the movement and shouted "Huh".
Fujiwara Izaya turned around, and in the warm light, Yukino Riho was sitting up with difficulty, rubbing his eyes drowsily, then sniffing and looking towards the stairs.
A slightly dull look at each other.
In the dim afternoon, Yukino Riho's eyes seemed to be glowing, with a bit of laziness: "Uh...Fujiwara..."
Like a little girl whispering...
It feels like she is a lot stupider again.
His expression seemed a little confused, but when he said "Fujiwara", his voice was soft and filled with a refreshing warmth. Not long after, Yukino Riho shook his head. After he woke up, he looked at him with some embarrassment: "You
I felt a little sleepy after going out...so I almost fell asleep."
"I'll come back and change clothes. I'll go to Tokyo Grand Shrine later." Fujiwara Izaya said.
"Uh, okay." Yukino Riho shook her messy long hair, then folded her hands on the table, smiling sheepishly as if she didn't know what she was doing. After a while, Fujiwara Izaya changed
After finishing her clothes and leaving, she breathed a sigh of relief and looked embarrassed.
Exited the bakery.
Fujiwara Izaya was a little hungry, so he found a ramen stall in the commercial street in front of Sensoji Temple.
The noodles are chewy and the soup is good.
After dinner, I bought a newspaper and read it in the car for a while.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, we arrived at the Tokyo Grand Shrine and walked to the backyard under the guidance of a servant.
In an area closed to tourists, some people were admiring flowers.
Hydrangeas, camellias and mulberry; yellow roses and marigolds; pink peonies, four-color peonies, gardenias and lilies, white ones are more pure.
Mrs. Kasahara, wearing a white floral kimono and a black coat, stood on the rainy eaves, seemingly waiting for someone.
It has been raining since morning. Looking up from the eaves, the dim sunlight barely penetrates the dark clouds and falls feebly in the sky like powder, making the courtyard look increasingly gloomy.
After the zinnia flowers next to the stone basin were cut down, weeds grew thickly among the few rocks in the dry landscape.
Not long after, there was the sound of slight footsteps behind me.
Mrs. Kasahara did not look back and said softly: "I haven't taken care of them for more than a month, and these flowers of mine are almost drowned by weeds."
"Mom won't let the servants help." Kasahara Fuka-Eri walked a few steps forward, stopped a little distance behind her mother, and looked at the garden with weeds.
"What's the point of letting servants take care of your own flowers?" Mrs. Kasahara smiled and turned her head, her gaze resting on her eldest daughter.
She was wearing a red kimono and her hair was messy on her shoulders.
The noble and cool appearance is even more dazzling in the dim space.
"That's great!" Mrs. Kasahara smiled happily, casually folded off a white hollyhock that had been stuck in the eaves of the corridor, and walked around behind her daughter, "Why don't you comb your hair? It's not a good way to entertain guests."
"What kind of guest is he?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri retorted without emotion.
Mrs. Kasahara was used to this. She slowly helped her daughter comb her hair, tied it into a bun with a rubber band, and then inserted the white hollyhocks into the bun. The flower branches touched the hair, making a friction sound.
First tie up your hair and then put white flowers horizontally and vertically.
It looked like she was practicing flower arrangement. After inserting two or three flowers, Mrs. Kasahara stood up and looked at it from a distance. The bright orange hair paired with the pure white flowers looked very beautiful.
"Okay." Mrs. Kasahara clapped her hands proudly.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri shook her head left and right, asking her mother to appreciate it from all angles.
She has a fair and slender neck, a graceful figure, and her legs are so beautiful that I want to hold her in my arms forever.
"With such a beautiful daughter, I really don't want to take advantage of others." Mrs. Kasahara hugged her daughter from behind, resting her chin comfortably on her shoulder, and gently touched her cheek with her fingertips, "Hey, tell your mother,
How did that boy Fujiwara deceive you?"
"Not yet." Kasahara Fuka-Eri replied.
There was no hesitation or shyness in this sentence, which greatly disappointed the mother.
The wind blew the rainwater into the eaves of the corridor, and a few dead leaves fell on the floor, making people feel a hint of autumn.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri was always silent. Mrs. Kasahara hugged her from behind, rubbed her chin on her shoulder, and asked a little gossip: "Did he tell you everything?"
"Well..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri lowered her head.
Only in front of her mother would she have such a weak posture.
The gentle caress from behind made her feel a little aggrieved, and she also felt that she was useless. But she also understood that even if she pretended to be cold and indifferent in front of outsiders, she still did it reluctantly. In front of her relatives,
It is always impossible to maintain.
Mrs. Kasahara gave full play to her imagination.
In her eyes, the eldest daughter who lowered her head obviously had something on her mind. From the time she got on the yacht to now, although she tried her best to pretend that nothing happened, there was a strong struggle hidden in her heart. This silent struggle,
It was more painful than any harsh rebuke. She was hugged by her mother obediently, but she seemed uneasy, clenching and unclenching her fingers.
"You, it's so easy to suffer." Mrs. Kasahara rubbed her daughter's face in a funny way, "That bastard just told you all the secrets because he didn't want to tell you, so he could express his sincerity to us.
What a cunning person, you have to bear the pain of hiding the secret."
"It doesn't matter..." Kasahara Fuka-Eri shook her head slightly.
"Are you still lying?" Mrs. Kasahara said almost laughing.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri was at her wits' end.
In front of her mother, she had no choice but to remain silent.
Faced with this kind of silent kindness, Mrs. Kasahara didn't care. She just hugged her gently and said, "Okay. Mother knows. What kind of grievances you have suffered, I will help you get it back from him, and let him
How about doubling the offer?"
"Ah?" Kasahara Fukae was a little surprised.
"Don't worry, I won't embarrass you." A dangerous smile appeared on Mrs. Kasahara's lips, "As a mother, the last thing you want to see is your daughter being bullied. Whether you love him or not, mother will help you tease him, okay?"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked like a primary school student who was asked a math problem, her expression was a little flinching.
Her mother's words sounded to her ears as if she was questioning: "Is it love... or not?"
However, my mother's simple words were filled with an indescribable sense of truth.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri did not resist.
She even enjoyed it a little, greedily chewing on the momentary and vivid joy.
Amidst the patter of rain, her eyes flickered and her nose trembled. She turned around, buried her face in her mother's arms like she did when she was a child, and gently acted coquettishly: "Mom, help me bully you back..."
Mrs. Kasahara held her head with both hands, as if holding a big child.
"Mom can do it."
"But don't go too far, I'm worried..."
"Don't worry, Mom will be careful."
"That's great."
"Mom likes both you and Xiangxiang very much. How could she let you be in trouble?" Mrs. Kasahara put her arms around her shoulders, like she was hugging a child.
"I believe you." After Kasahara Fuka-Eri said that, she closed her eyes.
The arrogant and cool female police officer nestled in her mother's arms very affectionately, with a clear blush on her cheeks...
There was rain and mist in the courtyard, and it was a vast expanse of white, with the flowers hiding themselves.
The birds were chirping, but there was no shadow of the birds, as if the whole forest was filled with the gentle birdsong.
Um.
This is what Fujiwara Izaya saw when he walked in.
Sister Fuka-Eri seemed like a different person, as if her soul had been renovated. Even if the sky was dim, she still shone like a dazzling pearl.
Fujiwara Izaya couldn't understand.
But he was shocked.
This picture is incredible, with no color or sound. It is like a musty old 8-meter film. The blurry image is played out, giving it a nostalgic and intimate feeling.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri saw him, and her expression instantly turned cold.
Leaving her mother's arms without leaving a trace, she turned around and walked into the house with her wooden clogs clicking. Her bright red kimono had lines that flowed slowly from the shoulders to the hem, swaying, and fit her perfectly.
Fujiwara Izaya didn't know what the mother and daughter were doing.
Tell him directly that these two women may be secretly arranging for him to say bad things about him. So he put on the most obedient posture, bowed his head and said hello: "Hello, Mr. Chairman."
Mrs. Kasahara glanced at him and just nodded slightly.
"Come in with me to arrange flowers." She ordered, walking slowly into the house with a noble and majestic posture.
At this time, she was exactly the same as she was at the board of directors meeting. However, when she was wearing a bikini on the yacht, she looked completely different. Although her beautiful face did not change, she gave people two completely different feelings.
Great beauty.
Regarding this.
Fujiwara Izaya has only one rating.
marvelous!
The room connected to the living room is covered with flower mats, and there are several vases and flower arrangement materials placed under the low table, making it look cold and cool.
After the servants brought the flowers in, they left. Mrs. Kasahara took off her black kimono gown and wore a kimono with a white dot pattern dyed by Yuki. The hem, sleeves and shoulders of the white kimono were painted with plum trees.
It looks very elegant.
Next to her, Kasahara Fuka-Eri has white flowers in her hair and a gorgeous red kimono.
Fujiwara Izaya believes that the color red appears in this world simply to set off her nobility.
"Come in and sit down." Mrs. Kasahara ordered, with a look of majesty unique to a big shot on her face.
"..." Fujiwara Izaya was confused and could only kneel down in front of the mother and daughter obediently.
There are some exquisite snacks and tea on the table.
"Eat." Mrs. Kasahara said calmly.
"Always let Mr. Chairman entertain you, how can I..."
"Um?"
"I eat..."
Fujiwara Izaya obediently picked up a piece of pink cherry cake and smiled at the noble wife.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri, who was sitting across from her, was obviously holding back her laughter, and her eyes were staring at him with a sacred look. Judging from her many years of criminal investigation experience, this bastard who was not afraid of anything and everything had already shown off at this time.
A posture that could rush out of the door at any time.
The only indoor lighting is a small fluorescent lamp.
The light swayed from the ceiling, and the bright white and moist luster of the flower on her head was very charming.
Different from the woman who sometimes reveals the beauty of her soul, she has a face that can only be seen as cold when viewed from any angle. This kind of disguise is a gift, and no woman can ever imagine being so perfectly cold.
"What did you do back in Tokyo?" Mrs. Kasahara asked, holding a yellow rose in her hand.
"Ah, it's nothing..." Fujiwara Izaya swallowed the cherry cake without enough time to chew, "I just went back to the bakery to check it out, and then went to Onnyangryo to help Miss Meiji register as a shrine maiden..."
"No mistakes."
"Understood."
"Is there anything you want to report to me?"
"...Uh," Fujiwara Izaya racked his brains and wondered, "No."
It's still raining outside, neither heavier nor lighter than in the morning.
Mrs. Kasahara held a yellow rose and said calmly: "You can start arranging flowers, please bow first."
"Hello, Master." Fujiwara Izaya quickly clasped his hands in front of his knees and saluted her solemnly.
This reserved look is so good.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri felt very proud.
At this time, Mrs. Kasahara turned around and returned the courtesy and said, "Come over to my side."
"Okay." Fujiwara Izaya crawled over and sat down next to her.
In this way, Mrs. Kasahara is in the middle position.
She chose a mossy pine tree, picked three yellow roses, and then began to teach.
"The yellow roses are well chosen. They can be placed elegantly." Mrs. Kasahara said, taking out a lotus leaf-shaped light blue container from the store. "Fujiwara, use the slightly concave part as the front."
"Okay. Please give me some advice." Fujiwara Izaya bowed his head and thanked him, holding the yellow rose in his hand.
Under the guidance of Mrs. Kasahara, he used the small pine tree covered with moss as the main axis and carefully trimmed the yellow roses as a foil.
The fresh flowers were filled with a little bit of the coldness of the rain, which penetrated from the fingertips to the whole body. But Fujiwara Izaya's cheeks were warm because Mrs. Kasahara was very close to him when she was watching him arrange flowers, and her breath was all over her.
on his cheek.
When Fujiwara Izaya stopped, Mrs. Kasahara took a closer look.
The green pine branches and yellow roses look very elegant, but the flower arranger's skills are not good, and the work is crooked and awkward.
"You are such a mess. Such beautiful roses have been ruined. You need to make the roses straighter..." Mrs. Kasahara stretched out her hand and fiddled with it a few times. "Please concentrate on me. A person's inner character can be reflected in his flower arrangement works."
It shows that arranging a bouquet of flowers is by no means an easy task.”
With a few simple adjustments, the entire work immediately becomes elegant, gorgeous and colorful.
"Hmm, I'm still far from learning this level." Fujiwara Izaya sighed with admiration.
For some reason, he always felt that Mrs. Kasahara was secretly scolding him. If the flower arranger ruined the flowers, was he saying that he ruined her two beautiful daughters? But the problem was... he was just flirting at most.
That's all.
On the other side, Kasahara Fuka-Eri is also practicing.
On weekdays, she always follows her mother in arranging flowers. Whether she is criticized or praised, she feels happy.
"For the flower arrangement placed in the alcove, it is better to use king pine. I will prepare some for you." Mrs. Kasahara looked at her and said.
"Okay. But I can't do it alone." Kasahara Fuka-Eri said.
"It's okay, mother will help you."
"Okay."
Mrs. Kasahara stretched her legs, relaxed a bit, and looked at Fujiwara Izaya with a smile.
"How should I plant this flower?" Fujiwara Izaya picked up a lily and asked.
"Lily, there is a story." Mrs. Kasahara took the lily from his hand, put it in front of her nose and smelled it, "...it was a spring afternoon, and I was training at the temple on the mountain of Takamatsu.
It was such a rainy day. I was holding a paper umbrella that day and was about to walk down the stone steps to pick some flowers and come back to practice flower arranging. Suddenly a ball of fire flew past my eyes. It was raining and the road was slippery. Fortunately, I didn't fall off the stone steps. I
I chased the fire and finally came to a lily. I stopped and waited for me to pick it."
Listening to her words, a beautiful and thrilling scene suddenly appeared in Fujiwara Izaya's mind.
In the misty mountain forest, a beautiful face flashed under a white paper umbrella. This face showed an innocent and romantic expression, beautifully reflected by the light green sprinkled through the oil paper, and covered with raindrops. She
Gently holding up the hem of her skirt, she walked down the stone steps full of feminine charm. And the ball of fire and lilies received the woman's thoughts and pity. In that supreme moment, the uneasiness finally melted into the beautiful poetic scenery.
The moment the woman who went to learn flower arranging met fire, their lives intertwined.
"Then what?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
"It won't happen anymore." Mrs. Kasahara smoothed her messy hair, which was soaked by the moisture, with both hands. Then she said in a calm, or rather affirmative tone, "I brought the lilies back to Tokyo and raised them."
"ah?"
"What's so surprising!"
"I feel like it's a bit confusing..."
Kasahara Fukae was playing with the flowers without saying a word.
"Sister Fuka-Eri?" Fujiwara Izaya asked her curiously.
"I don't know, it's none of my business, don't ask me!" Kasahara Fuka-Eri blocked his words directly.
"It's incredible to say that the lily is a sacred flower after all." Mrs. Kasahara said calmly, picked up the flower scissors, "I'll give you one, take it home and raise it well. It can cure diseases and eliminate disasters."
Fujiwara Izaya always felt that there was something in her words, but he couldn't figure it out. He could only smile and say: "Even without these flowers, we wouldn't get sick."
Use small pruning shears to cut off a flower close to the stem.
The flower shears made a slight sound.
"Don't say such things! This lily can not only cure diseases..." At this point, Mrs. Kasahara stopped and immediately turned her head to the side.
Fujiwara Izaya also looked over.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri seemed to have something on her mind. She was leaning on the rosewood table. The profile of her face looked extremely beautiful under the lamp. In an instant, this beautiful profile felt his gaze and immediately turned around, as if to threaten.
He seemed to shout loudly in a very discordant and strange tone: "What are you looking at!"
"..."
Fujiwara Izaya looked confused.
Is she trying to suppress emotional accusations?
You can tell from her voice that she is angry.
besides!
What else can lilies be used for?
Can you two stop being Riddlers?
Coincidentally, Asuka Kasahara also happened to pass by the door and glanced inside.
"Asuka." Fujiwara Izaya greeted.
The junior school girl looked at him with the look of looking at a corpse, shook her shoulders and left.
She said that she would never talk to the scumbag senior until she calmed down. As the most beautiful girl in the world, she had to do what she said, so Fujiwara Izaya had a warm face but a cold butt.
"Haha, you made both my daughters angry." Mrs. Kasahara said while turning the flower branches with her fingers: "Do you know where you went wrong?"
"Know."
"My elder sister is pretty, and my younger sister is good-looking too. But it's such a pity that I met you."
"..."
Fujiwara Izaya seemed to be unable to find the right words.
It's strange. Did you come here specifically just to criticize yourself...
"Speaking of which, I am also very angry with you." Mrs. Kasahara's legs poked out from under her kimono, and she said while tugging at the hem of her skirt with both hands, "As your elder, when I am eating with you
, but you are so unruly that I feel uneasy even sitting with you. Please, be a gentleman. You are a man after all, and you are not safe. Let me tell you clearly, if you move your hands and feet, I will
I will never see you again, never talk to you again, and we will break off our relationship immediately. Huh? Can you swear that you will never do anything?"
"?"
Fujiwara Izaya's head was already filled with little question marks.
At this time, Kasahara Fuka-Eri raised her head and questioned him with murderous eyes.
'You have misbehaved with my mother——'
'How dare I...'
'You feel guilty!'
'No...'
'My eyes are wandering!'
"Swear!" Fujiwara Izaya gently raised his hand, opened his palm, and promised the two of them.
In front of this mother and daughter, it's like stepping on a tightrope, and you have to be very alert.
Mrs. Kasahara picked up the small flower handkerchief from the table and wiped the water stains on her hand gracefully. Kasahara Fukaeri touched the flower on her head as if she was afraid of breaking something, and cast a puzzled look at her mother from the shadow of the flower.
Looking at her eyes, Mrs. Kasahara blinked, chuckled and said in her ear: "In the next time, mother will follow you quietly, you are not allowed to say-"
In an instant, Kasahara Fuka-Eri seemed to know what method her mother planned to use.
"Uh, um..." Fujiwara Izaya carefully held the lily assigned to him in his hand, "If there's nothing wrong, I'll go back first... Also, I have to go to another place in the next three days to meet the director.
The adults may not be able to contact me."
"Well, it's okay." Mrs. Kasahara said in a singing-like tone, "You're just a kid, I guess it's not easy to find you. Don't think you can lie to me."
"Don't worry!" Fujiwara Izaya laughed and tried to smooth things over.
"Hey, there's more." Mrs. Kasahara leaned over and her expression became softer, "I treat you as someone I can trust, so don't do harm behind my back. And there's another thing, after Asakusa Shrine becomes bigger,
Except for the Hoshimi family, you are not allowed to get too close to the Tsuchimikado family and Sensoji Temple. I even want to hear you say bad things about them. You know, you are the first person I contact and support, so you should
You are my person, right? You should give it to me if you benefit from it, right? If you are nice to other people, I will be jealous. In this regard, I am no different from ordinary women, I am very petty..."
The noble chairman looked at him with pursed lips. His smile was bright and affectionate, with a hint of pleading.
The light fell on that face.
It seems to have some kind of sensual light that is touching people's hearts.
Fujiwara Izaya felt that he was moved.
Regardless of whether she is acting or not, no one can stop a forty-year-old woman pretending to be cute...
He stayed at Kasahara's house until evening, and after dinner, Fujiwara Izaya was allowed to leave.
Mrs. Kasahara saw him off personally, and the two of them walked on the corridor.
"I'm still a little confused now!" Fujiwara Izaya complained.
"Oops, I'm sorry, you may have misunderstood something." Mrs. Kasahara covered her lips with her hands and smiled slyly, "Go back quickly, don't think about it, I will give you a surprise in a few days."
"What surprise?"
"Okay, okay, go back, I still have things to do."
"Then I'll leave. By the way..."
"What?" Mrs. Kasahara stopped.
"Tell you, I," Fujiwara Izaya turned around, looked at her under the light, thought for a while, and said, "I respect you very much... then, goodbye, I will come often in the future."
"goodbye."
Mrs. Kasahara waved her hand.
Listening to his footsteps as he ran across the stone steps, he looked at the lights of the night sea under the cover of night.
"What secret did you and Fuka-Eri tell? I'm really looking forward to it..." She murmured, brushing her plump breasts with her slender fingertips, and laughed softly in the night.
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Walking on the deserted shrine, Fujiwara Izaya held a lily in his hand.
In the darkness, the flowers were hanging their heads sadly.
He kissed the petals gently with his lips.
The contact between the lips and the lily, the subtle and delicate feeling, was like the dawn hugging the ridge. He thought to himself: "The pure basis and pure guarantee of the flower are here, indeed they are all here. What is there with Fuka-e?
Does it matter? Fire, flowers...flowers in the fire? What is a surprise? This woman is full of lies. You can't believe it at all. It's more like a shock...Hey, I can't care about that much. The money is in my hands anyway.