I decided to renovate this shrine, and even the old lady Amaterasu couldn't stop me... Fujiwara Izaya took a deep breath and picked up the coffee cup.
There was no coffee in the cup, so he shook his head slightly and put the cup back on the saucer.
"Director Takeuchi, I want to remind you." Fujiwara Izaya said in a cold tone, staring at Director Takeuchi's face intently, "My purpose is to renovate the shrine, to rebuild the shrine to its previous size, not
We are asking for the expansion of the shrine.”
"That's pretty much it..." Director Takeuchi held the cigarette in one hand and turned the golden lighter with the other.
"It's far from it," Fujiwara Izaya said in a calm tone. "I'm just returning to the original size, that's all. I won't expand outward and squeeze the living space of my peers."
"..."
Director Takeuchi didn't know what to say for a moment.
After a pause, he put out the cigarette in the ashtray. While looking at Fujiwara Izaya, he touched the beard on his chin: "May I ask, what is the relationship between Natsuki the miko and you?"
"She is a very important person to me," Fujiwara Izaya said in a calm voice. "She taught me knowledge, taught me how to be a human being, and helped me adapt to the world. If anything, I regard her as my biological mother.
Treat them the same."
"Where is your mother?" Director Takeuchi held a lighter and carefully selected the right words while playing with it, "Or maybe, Miko Natsuki is your mother?"
"Mr. Director, I am an orphan." Fujiwara Izaya replied, "If you have any questions, you can go to the Metropolitan Police Department to apply to view the citizen information files."
"Haha, just kidding..." Director Takeuchi took out another cigarette from the cigarette case and held it in his mouth, then lit it with a lighter. Then he frowned slightly, as if he had finally made up his mind, and asked
: "Do you know the past of Asakusa Shrine?"
"I don't care." Fujiwara Izaya shook his head, "Now I have the final say on the appropriateness of the Asakusa Shrine, and the past is not within my scope of consideration."
"But the truth will not always be buried." Director Takeuchi was thinking about the importance of what he wanted to say, holding a cigarette between his fingers, "The truth is like an ancient city buried in sand. As time goes by, the sand may accumulate.
As it gets deeper and deeper, it may be blown apart, and the ancient city will reveal its shadow. I'm sure of this."
"Are you sure?" Fujiwara Izaya repeated what he said.
"How should I put it? I probably know a little bit."
"Because the accumulated sand was blown away?"
Director Takeuchi nodded: "That's it."
"It feels like I'm talking about a historical event." Fujiwara Izaya smiled easily.
"In a sense," Director Takeuchi also laughed, "we are talking about history."
The cigarette held between his fingertips was smoking, and he continued, "Even if the memory is sealed in dust, history cannot be changed. The existence of Asakusa Shrine is too different. The current situation can be ignored by everyone, but it can be rebuilt to the past.
The scale will make people have an ominous premonition such as, "Oh, the disaster of the past is about to happen again." Some people will be unable to sit still, and then you will enter the sight of big shots more frequently and become a topic of discussion for them.
hot topics, thus encountering more obstacles and suppression.”
At this point, Director Takeuchi crossed his fingers on the table and sighed softly: "At this point, let me make it clear. It's not that I intentionally stop you, but when you take the first step, you
You can no longer maintain your current life of being a little transparent. If you are a smart person, then it should not be difficult to understand what I say, right?"
When he finished speaking, silence fell.
In the thick and dense silence, the cigarettes turned to ashes between Director Takeuchi's fingers and fell on the table one by one.
After thinking for a long time, Fujiwara Izaya twisted the corner of his mouth slightly, which could be regarded as a smile.
"When Golden Week comes, I will send over the design drawings." After saying this, he stretched his waist, as if to say that he had said everything he needed to say.
The air at noon was very stagnant, and the strong light particles in the room were picked up by the airflow generated when the boy turned around and left, sparkling and floating like dust.
"It's difficult..."
Director Takeuchi sat on the chair, his posture unchanged, looking directly at Fujiwara Izaya's back as he walked out of the door. His eyes were emotionless, as if he were staring at a brand new stone slab with nothing carved on it.
That way.
"Are you in a hurry?" Mr. Director asked.
"That's right." Fujiwara Izai didn't even look back.
"Let's chat for a while and think about it again?"
"Sorry, I'm still in a hurry to buy a cemetery." Fujiwara Izaya turned his back to him and waved his hand, "See you in May, Mr. Director."
cemetery?
Director Takeuchi looked stunned.
It wasn't until Fujiwara Izaya disappeared at the door that he digested the word, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart: This is too decisive, there is no need to act like a lone hero, you can run away if there is danger...
"Dong dong~"
There was a knock on the door, and the young woman guarding the door opened the door.
"Da, da, da..."
The rhythmic, crisp and clear sound of high heels hitting the floor echoed in the room with a long lasting charm.
Director Takeuchi looked up and looked out.
A woman wearing a black workplace skirt came forward, with a fair and delicate round face, and long black hair combed back. She had slender eyebrows, a cute nose, moist and shiny red lips, and deep and sharp eyes.
The waist is slender and the chest is round and full; she wears a black short skirt, black stockings, and black stiletto pointed high heels.
Regardless of her appearance or clothing, she strongly exudes the unique sexy charm of a mature woman.
"Who are you?" Director Takeuchi frowned slightly.
He didn't remember knowing such a beautiful woman, and he didn't make an appointment today.
"Hello, Director Takeuchi~"
Kawashima Meiji smiled intellectually, stood opposite him, and crossed her shapely and slender legs.
A strong fragrance came over, and Director Takeuchi took a sharp sniff, and his whole body felt a little dizzy.
"I was introduced by Governor Mizutani," Kawashima Miki kept smiling and said in a voice as gentle as the evening breeze blowing across the bay. "I want to acquire the land at Asakusa Shrine and use it to develop commercial facilities. Mizutani
The governor said that you are responsible for this matter, so I took the liberty to come and disturb you. I hope Mr. Secretary-General will not be offended."
"Don't bother, don't bother..." Director Takeuchi shook his head quickly. Feeling his cheeks and head feel a little hot, he stumbled and explained: "It's just that religious land has strict usage restrictions and cannot be used for commercial development.
…”
"Of course I know this, so I hope Mr. Secretary-General can give me some advice." Kawashima Miji said, turning the chair carelessly, putting down the left leg that was stretched out, and then putting the right leg up.
With the air flow stirred up by her movements, the fragrance of roses wafted up.
Director Takeuchi caught her movements intentionally or unintentionally with the corners of his eyes, and the air in his chest seemed to suddenly become heavy.
attraction…
He thought of the word attraction.
"The director has good taste." Kawashima Miji looked around the office intentionally or unintentionally, and pointed at the stainless steel lamp on the table, "I like this very much. It seems that the director and I have the same taste.
.”
"Thank you, thank you," Director Takeuchi nodded hurriedly, "I am very happy that it meets your wishes."
"Well, it's very satisfactory." Kawashima Miji stared at his face and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.
Her lips slowly opened like petals, and a cute and charming pear dimple appeared at the corner of her mouth. Against the backdrop of this pear dimple, her eyes shone brightly, and she asked with admiration: "If possible, sir, sir, please allow me."
I often come here to visit."
"Okay, okay, no problem..." Director Takeuchi nodded and said in a dry voice, "As for your problem, it's not impossible to solve. Shintoism has strict regulations, and no clergy are allowed to use divine power to deal with it.
Ordinary people, if they violate the rules, they will be expelled..."
"Thank you, Director."
Kawashima Meiji smiled in return.
What a lovely smiling face, she smiles so much that she really wants to keep her here forever.
After she got up and left the office, Director Takeuchi took a few breaths, leaned back on the chair as if exhausted, and looked at the blue sky outside the window.
Maybe it's not a bad thing for you that you can't be a priest. Oh yes, when will this woman come next time, I have to dress up... Imagining the scene of the second meeting, Director Takeuchi raised his sleeves and wiped his forehead.
Sweat on.
A jet aircraft flew high above the window, and a long cloud of aircraft divided the entire sky into two.