50. My husband died, I hope you can help me in the future.
Kawashima Miki held Fujiwara Izaya's hand and let go after about five minutes.
She bent over, looking for something in her bag, and asked, "Has it been a long time since pilgrims visited Asakusa Shrine?"
"Well, so far this year, there have been no more than thirty in total." Fujiwara Izaya's eyes fell on her bag.
Pure white GUCCI, simple design style.
Clean and stable, but lacking in temperature, like drizzle falling on a long beach.
"Generally speaking," Miji Kawashima took out her mobile phone and asked while sending a text message, "When people go to a shrine, they are looking for something, right?"
"Basically." Fujiwara Izaya closed the Spanish dictionary and placed his hands flat on the book cover.
"Like what to seek?"
"Everything."
"To be specific?" Kawashima Miji put away her mobile phone and crossed her legs gracefully.
The thin black knee-high socks, with the white and greasy skin vaguely visible underneath, and the thin threads woven into the stockings seem to have a strange attraction, attracting the surrounding eyes to them.
"Lost property, luck, future...etc." Fujiwara Izaya swallowed his saliva.
Looking at the twitching path of his Adam's apple, Kawashima Miji smiled faintly.
At this time, the two of them were sitting at opposite ends of the double seat, half a meter apart in the middle. She was wearing a neat skirt, and her legs were beautiful under knee-high socks. Her black high-heeled shoes were also very coordinated, but the heels were as sharp as a
A deadly weapon.
The spider demon's toes... Fujiwara Izaya's mind was inexplicably reminded of something strange.
"Priests can predict the inner needs of pilgrims, right?" After saying this, Kawashima Miki closed her lips in a straight line and stared at Fujiwara Izaya intently, probably hoping that he would agree with this sentence.
"I probably know a few things. Those are the things that come and go." Fujiwara Izaya pointed at his temple and said, "Of course, you can't predict everything. There will always be some weird pilgrims. How to deal with them is mostly in the
Inside.”
Kawashima Meiji gently scratched the tip of her nose, and a smile immediately bloomed on her face. The process was like a flower blooming.
The gentle smile that makes people feel perfect, with a hint of hint, and the slightly narrowed eyes are very touching.
Infected by this, Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but smile.
Because of this purposeful smile, this strange woman who looked like a strong woman did not feel like a strong woman to him. Instead, she felt more like an informant who was planning to have an affair because the man in the family was busy working all day.
A rich lady who knows etiquette.
"Well, then," Kawashima Miki said while rubbing her hair a little with her long and thin fingers, "Can Master Fujiwara guess what I want in my heart?"
When business came to the door, Fujiwara Izaya's attitude became somewhat more positive.
"First I need to know what you have encountered recently." He said.
"Well, it's hard to say it..." Kawashima Miji bit her lower lip gently, her expression slightly hesitant, "Before I say it, can Master Fujiwara tell me his first impression of me?"
"It's hard to say." Fujiwara Izaya shook his head.
"Whatever, you can say whatever you want." Kawashima Miji crossed her legs and looked at him without moving her eyes.
"Well, to sum it up, you give the impression that you are the kind of rich lady who is often seen in Motoazabu or Chiyoda District..." Fujiwara Izaya carefully looked at her long legs and her charming eyes, "You are beautiful.
Good, he has a dignified image, has nice long black hair, and his gentle attitude also makes people like him."
Kawashima Miji combed her hair a few times with her fingers and looked at him thoughtfully.
"This type of rich lady usually attends a private women's university with high tuition fees. Most of them major in French or German. After graduation, they take a casual position in their family's company and receive a high salary without having to work. Every year
I have plenty of time to go shopping with my friends in Paris or Hong Kong, go to New York to attend Fashion Week, sail a yacht to Hawaii for surfing, and take a private jet to ski in the Alps. When I’m almost old, I get married to a rich young man with a similar family background, which is gratifying.
Hedi resigned from his job to become a rich wife, and then devoted himself to how to let his children follow the same path as himself."
"Pfft, haha~"
Kawashima Miji's shoulders shook with laughter.
"You are such an interesting little boy." She said, covering her lips.
"No, no," Fujiwara Izaya quickly shook his head, "I'm just an extremely ordinary little boy. If you don't believe me, you can ask the crow sitting on the trash can early tomorrow morning."
"How to ask?"
“If you ask it, ‘Is Fujiwara Izaya an ordinary person?’, it will definitely answer you with a ‘croak’ without hesitation.”
"But don't crows just cackle?"
"Yes, crows can only croak." Fujiwara Izaya seemed to be talking about a phenomenon that everyone knows about, with a serious expression, "Just like Fujiwara Izaya is just an extremely ordinary little boy, this is the only one in the world.
The truth of two.”
"Weird!" Kawashima Miji winked playfully.
"It's not weird, I'm just good at talking nonsense." Fujiwara Izaya lightly shrugged, "Okay, young lady, it's time to explain your purpose of coming."
"Call me Mrs." Kawashima Miji corrected him.
Fujiwara Izaya was surprised: "You are actually married?"
"Many years," Kawashima Miji said, "at least ten years."
"You are too young to tell." Fujiwara Izaya sighed with emotion, "But it seems that I guessed it right when I talked nonsense. You are really a rich wife."
Kawashima Meiji asked curiously: "What are the characteristics of a rich wife in your eyes?"
Right now, she had no intention of testing Fujiwara Izaya. She simply found the way the little boy talked was interesting and made her feel relaxed, so she couldn't help but continue chatting about innocuous things.
"Rich wife, well, very nasty." Fujiwara Izaya replied.
"Obscene?" Kawashima Miji looked at him with an incredulous look, as if she was saying, look what this man said, but after a while, she nodded gently, "Go on, don't worry about me being angry, this
You and I don’t need to mind any level of discussion.”
"Wearing expensive furs and brand-name bags, with a glamorous appearance, he does all obscene things. For example, he likes to blindfold a man, tie him to a chair and beat him with a whip." Fujiwara Izaya leaned back on the sofa and stretched out.
Legs, chatting with her in a chatty manner, "Of course, it's not just for the wife. In this highly developed capitalist society, rich people do all obscene things, regardless of gender."
"I am indeed quite obscene, haha..." Kawashima Miji's delicately shaped thin lips smiled in a beautiful arc, and gently rubbed the bridge of her nose with her fingers, "For example, talking to a little boy behind my husband's back like this
I'm so happy that I even want to have dinner with him and dance with him at the mansion ball."
Her nails were painted with transparent nail polish and were as smooth as exquisite handicrafts.
"It's okay," Izawa Fujiwara smiled nonchalantly, "If there is a misunderstanding, I can explain it to him personally."
"Are you sure you want to explain to him?"
Kawashima Miki tilted her head slightly, looking past Fujiwara Izaya and looking at the space behind him.
"I'm very good at explaining to others." Fujiwara Izaya replied confidently.
Kawashima Meiji pursed her lips and fell silent.
Her eyes were always looking at a certain space behind Fujiwara Izaya, not necessarily what she was looking at, maybe just in a daze. Fujiwara Izaya noticed that she looked a little tired at this time, and the wind from the air conditioner outlet blew her
With the white lace neckline, this gesture can be regarded as a painting with exquisite meaning.
"Are you worried?" he asked.
"A bit." Kawashima Miji replied in a dry voice.
"Looks a little tired." Fujiwara Izaya said.
"Yes." Kawashima Miji rubbed her eyes and asked distressedly: "Don't you look very old when you are tired?"
"No matter where." Fujiwara Izaya said honestly, "She doesn't look more than 25, but she is still so beautiful."
Kawashima Meiji smiled: "You are not old, but you are very good at pleasing women."
"To be honest, I rarely praise people like this." Fujiwara Izaya replied.
At this time, Kumiko walked out of the elevator and nodded towards him from a distance.
"I'll take my leave first," Fujiwara Izaya said hello to the strange woman in front of him, stood up and prepared to walk over.
"Wait a minute, I'm not done yet." Kawashima Miji stretched out her hand to pull him.
Fujiwara Izaya looked back.
Kawashima Miji held his hand, and a touch of sadness suddenly appeared on her slightly raised soft face.
"I need your help somewhere," she said.
Such a young and beautiful young woman actually put on a plaintive expression as if she was a deeply resentful woman who couldn't be satisfied. Fujiwara Izaya instantly thought of some kind of request.
Looking at his handsome face, Kawashima Miji's chest rose and fell. After taking a few deep breaths, she slowly opened her sexy red lips as if she was risking her life.
"My husband is dead, I hope you can help me in the future."