After leaving Onnyangryo, Fujiwara Izaya took a walk to the nearby Kei Kuniya Bookstore.
The store had a high ceiling, and he walked around among the rows of bookshelves, and finally took two books about the Spanish Civil War and went to the counter to check out.
The cashier is a woman who looks smart and capable. To be called a beauty, her appearance is really not enough. But fortunately, she has a slim figure and the gold-rimmed glasses on her eyes are also very elegant, making her easy to like.
"Few people will buy a book about the Spanish Civil War," she said, raising her face.
"Perhaps we can find some inspiration from it." Fujiwara Izaya replied word for word.
"The last group of people who were inspired have fallen like the republican government in the book." She shook her head with emotion, skillfully scanned the price code in the book, and after settling the bill, she thoughtfully gave Fujiwara a printed
Beautiful paper bag.
The fallen people refer to the group of people who launched the Japanese Red Movement in the 1970s.
Fujiwara Izaya didn't discuss it too much. He just turned around with the book in hand when his cell phone rang.
I glanced at the screen and saw that it was an unfamiliar number, so I thought about it and answered it.
"Hey hey~"
"Senior, would you like to go to Disneyland with Asuka-"
"I want to study." Fujiwara Izaya refused directly.
"Just study from Monday to Friday. Of course, you should relax on the weekends!"
"Asuka-san, you and I are different."
"Of course it's different. You're a boy and I'm a girl~"
"What I mean is that I was born in a very remote town," Fujiwara Izaya walked towards the busy streets of Koshu, passing many people. "There is no dental clinic, no cafe, no tram; there is a post office.
I only come here once a month, I have to do my own haircuts, and the radio can’t receive a signal 23 hours a day.”
"Is there such a place?"
Asuka Kasahara sounded surprised.
"Of course, there are still many things you don't know," Fujiwara Izaya stopped at the red street light, "Compared with you who have had no worries about food and clothing since you were a child, I have to work very hard to survive in the city of Tokyo, so I still
Please don’t…”
Kasahara Asuka said bluntly: "Senior, you can marry me."
"..."
"Haha, stop teasing senior."
"But Asuka is so boring, why don't you come over and keep me company~~"
On the other side of the receiver, in addition to the cooing voice of the school girl, there was also a subtle "puff" sound.
Fujiwara Izaya imagined her bare legs slapping the sofa up and down, and his attitude softened.
The traffic light turned green, and he said while crossing the road: "I'm going to ask Ikeda-san to go fishing in the afternoon. If you're bored, you can come over."
"fishing?"
"Senior is such a boring person, I am so disappointed in Asuka——"
Asuka Kasahara complained and hung up the phone directly.
"..."
Pooh!
Stinky woman!
Fishing is much more fun than spending time with you!
Fujiwara Izaya noted down her number and followed the navigation on his mobile phone through Sendagaya to the Jingu Stadium, then passed by the Nezu Museum of Art, and finally came to a fishing gear shop on Aoyama Street.
The cell phone in my pocket rang again.
This time it was Rinko Hoshimi who called.
"Hello, senior sister."
"Come over to my house in the afternoon and help make some matcha cakes."
"I have something to do this afternoon."
"oh."
The senior sister responded calmly and hung up the phone neatly.
"..."
Fujiwara Izaya looked at the screen and couldn't help but wonder in his heart: Why did these two female high school students he knew hang up the phone in such a hurry?
never mind.
It's more fun to play with boys.
Fujiwara Izaya opened his address book and called Ikeda Seiji's number.
"Hey, Fujiwara-kun, what's the matter?" the little monk said hello, with the same cheerful voice as usual.
"Come out and fish with me."
"Huh..." Ikeda Seiji was stunned for a few seconds, and his tone became very excited, "After half a year, you finally asked me out on the weekend again. I thought you had forgotten that you have me as a friend. Wow.
Wow, so touching——"
"Yeah, I haven't forgotten," Fujiwara Izaya replied in an extremely perfunctory manner, "Besides fishing, I also want to discuss something with you."
"..."
There was silence on the other side of the receiver.
Fujiwara Izaya said to himself: "I want to buy a cemetery from you, give me a preferential price."
In Shinto culture, death is considered an ominous symbol, and no shrine, no matter how large it is, will engage in funeral services.
However, due to the influence of Chinese culture, the Japanese also pay attention to the burial of people after death, and there is a strong demand for cemeteries. The foreign Buddhists and Taoists saw the huge benefits and started the cemetery management business.
After hundreds of years of accumulation and inheritance, today's monks have already developed a complete "one-stop service for funerals and funerals".
"Fujiwara-kun~"
On the phone, the young monk's voice was a little hurt.
"I thought you wanted to play with me, so you asked me to go fishing..."
"When fishing, you must make a nest in advance," Fujiwara Izaya answered him confidently. "When fishing for a monk's grave, you must also make a nest in advance."
"You asked me for the cemetery three times before and you still haven't paid for it!" Ikeda Seiji scolded him angrily, "My old monk has been nagging me about this for a long time, and he almost beat me up."
"Give, give, give together."
When the unpaid debt was revealed, Fujiwara Izaya could only apologize and said with a smile: "Including this time, how much does the four graveyards cost in total?"
Japan is a small country, so land for cemeteries is of course very valuable.
An ordinary cemetery of 2 square meters costs one to two million yen. In big cities, especially Tokyo, the price may be doubled.
"Don't you want to keep your money to build the shrine?" Ikeda Seiji hesitated.
"I've been a little looser lately."
"Forget it, you can use the cemetery first, and I will continue to support the old monk."
"It's okay. If you say you have money, you really have money. If you really don't have money, I won't be polite to you."
"Then I'll give you 4 million."
"So cheap?"
“Half price offer.”
"The old monk won't beat you?"
"I am following you to do good deeds and promote Buddhism. If he dares to hit me, I will fight back with confidence!"
"That's good, I'll go to Shanguo Temple during Golden Week."
"I'll get it ready for you."
"Ikeda-kun is so kind!"
"Fujiwara-kun is equally kind!"
The young priest and the young monk praised each other all the way and met to go fishing in Tokyo Bay.
Starting from noon, we fished until the sun set in the west, which lasted for six full hours. In the end, both of them were in the air.
"Buddha bless~"
"Yuyu, hurry up and take the bait~"
Ikeda Seiji looked at the floats on the water with a dull expression and kept mumbling.
"It seems that the air force is here today." Fujiwara Izaya sighed and slowly closed the line.
At this time, a group of horse mackerel swam over and looked for food along the seawall. I don’t know what happened. Ikeda Seiji was just about to close the line and go home when several fish floated to the surface, with a pair of twin fish eyes staring.
The fisherman on the shore opened and closed the fish's mouth to spit out bubbles.
As if he was laughing at something.
"Fujiwara..."
"Well, I saw it."
"Are they laughing at us both?"
"...it's possible."
Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and looked at the empty mesh bag.
Then, he raised his head and stared at the group of horse mackerel with an evil look on his face.
Ikeda Seiji clenched his fists: "We can't spoil them!"
"Yes!" Fujiwara Izaya turned around and looked around. After confirming that no one was nearby, he waved his palm forward: "Do it!"
"Om, ma, ni, ba, mi, hum"
The six-character motto appears.
Ikeda Seiji pushed his palm, and the Buddha's light bloomed.
"Boom~"
A large area exploded on the sea surface.
The ripples spread rapidly, and soon dozens of horse mackerel were floating on the sea with their bellies turned over, dying painlessly.
"Amitabha~"
Ikeda Seiji clasped his hands together and bowed solemnly to Yuyu.
Immediately afterwards, he turned his head and stretched out his palm towards Fujiwara Izaya with a playful smile: "It's a great harvest today!"
"yeah!"
Fujiwara Izaya high-fives his gay friends.
When he got home in the evening, he wrote down the incident in his diary.
[On a sunny spring day near the end of April, the young monk and the young priest, who couldn't catch any fish, became so angry that they used extraordinary power to explode a group of ordinary fish. 】
[This is not a very meaningful thing, nor is it something worthy of praise, but the joyful mood at that time is worth recalling for a lifetime.]
[Horse mackerel soup is very fresh and sweet, I will fry it next time.]