Like raindrops on a transparent umbrella, the petals are blocked and slide to all sides.
Fujiwara Izaya looked like a blue light was looming above his head.
It turns out to be a barrier, which is really hard to spot in broad daylight.
As expected of a clergyman's party, it was interesting... Izaya Fujiwara smiled, picked up a whole lobster, and prepared to sit aside to eat.
At this time, he suddenly heard a "Hello, Mr. Chairman" greeting.
Stopping and putting the lobster on the table, Fujiwara Izaya turned around and looked in the direction of the sound.
"Mr. Chairman, I have something to report to you."
Director Takeuchi, holding a glass of white wine in his hand, stopped a young woman. She was wearing a blue half-sleeved dress and a thinner cream-yellow cardigan. Her long hair was tied behind her head. She looked elegant and wise.
"Please tell me." The young woman smiled kindly.
Afterwards, Director Takeuchi whispered something to her. She turned to look at Fujiwara Izaya, smiled and nodded, as if calling him over.
"I?"
Fujiwara Izaya pointed to his nose.
A very charming mature woman, the first impression she gives is that of a well-maintained aristocratic lady. A closer look at her facial features shows that she has great similarities with Asuka Kasahara, and she should have a mother-daughter relationship.
The young woman nodded again, a gust of wind blew, and the petals fell on her smiling face like rain.
Director Takeuchi also noticed him, and immediately stopped talking, with a rather complicated look in his eyes.
Stepping on the lawn, Fujiwara Izaya walked against the wind and came to the two of them, saluting as a junior: "Hello, Director Takeuchi, and Chairman Kasahara."
"Fujiwara-kun, are you right?" Mrs. Kasahara looked at him all over as if assessing how much he was worth, with a smile that had no special meaning on her face. But her voice was smooth and smooth, full of warmth, and her smile always gave people a sense of
The good feeling of being pure and pure.
"Yes."
Fujiwara Izaya responded obediently.
"Do you know me?" Mrs. Kasahara asked curiously.
Fujiwara Izaya shook his head: "I didn't recognize him a second ago."
Mrs. Kasahara looked at him with soft eyes: "Then how can you recognize me at a glance?"
"When I walked in, someone told me," Fujiwara Izaya paused deliberately and lowered his gaze with some embarrassment, "She said that the most beautiful woman in this courtyard is the chairman."
No matter what the director has in mind, it’s always right to say something nice and flatter him first...
"...The most beautiful woman?" Mrs. Kasahara was stunned for a moment, and then she covered her lips with her hands as if she couldn't help laughing, her eyes bent into beautiful crescents.
"Not necessarily," she retorted happily, "my two daughters are both more beautiful than me."
"But they don't have such an elegant temperament as you," Fujiwara Izaya replied, "Besides, judging from your appearance, you are too young, you look no more than 25 years old. When you walk on the street with Asuka and her sister, people will
I thought you and them were three sisters."
Director Takeuchi, who was left alone, couldn't help but wonder in his heart.
This guy... his skills in flattery are top notch, even more shameless than this old fritter.
"Haha, he is indeed a smart child." Mrs. Kasahara laughed happily and extended her hand again: "This is the first time we meet. I am actually Asuka's sister. Please give me some advice, Fujiwara-kun."
"Hello, Kasahara-san." Fujiwara Izaya smiled obediently and shook hands with her.
The palm of his wife's hand was warm and moist, making it extremely comfortable to hold. He savored the touch carefully.
Then……
I can't pull my hand back.
"Fujiwara-kun is a taijutsu practitioner?" Mrs. Kasahara observed his hands repeatedly.
The skin on the boy's palm is more delicate than that of most girls' hands, and the fingers are slender and slender with distinct phalanges. The palm is a little sweaty and feels warm and moist to the touch, making people reluctant to let go.
"Yes."
Fujiwara Izaya was a little surprised.
"I've been slacking off recently. My palms are not rough at all. I must be lazy a lot." Mrs. Kasahara said with a smile, "But it doesn't matter. Your hands and your temperament don't look like someone who likes to fight. Of course.
What a great musician or painter."
Similar words were said by Miji Kawashima.
"I'm busy making a living," Fujiwara Izaya smiled bitterly, "I don't have time to practice."
"It's exactly what Asuka said. She looks handsome, talented, and very hardworking." Mrs. Kasahara stretched out her white and slender arms and pulled him to her side, "Come and stand over here, don't be so formal.
"
"..."
Fujiwara Izaya didn't expect her to show kindness.
For a moment, he felt that there might be a trap, and subconsciously entered a state of alert.
"Don't be nervous, just relax." Mrs. Kasahara noticed his stiffness, so she put her hand on his shoulder and patted him gently: "Treat me as your sister, treat Asuka as your sister, and treat this place as your home.
That’ll be fine.”
Her extremely gentle movements allowed the person being photographed to notice that she had a natural affection for him. After finishing her sentence, she raised her hand and rubbed the boy's head.
big.
young woman.
Rich and gentle.
Regarding this young and beautiful lady, Fujiwara Izaya suddenly felt that Asuka, a school girl, could still get along with her.
"By the way," Mrs. Kasahara seemed to remember that there was someone else. She looked back at Director Takeuchi and smiled softly: "Let's continue talking about what happened just now."
Director Takeuchi glanced at Fujiwara Izaya, his expression a little tangled.
"It doesn't matter, just let him listen." Mrs. Kasahara said in a tone that could not be refuted.
"clear."
Director Takeuchi bowed slightly, took out a handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiped his sweat.
He was wearing an elegant suit with British pinstripes and a scarf tucked into his chest, making him look like an English gentleman.
Some of the surrounding guests also noticed this and moved around to listen.
"I have no objections to the issue of the importance of the Asakusa Shrine." Director Takeuchi carefully selected his words and said carefully, "But in the past few days, many people have come to me, hoping that I can veto it. So.
I would like to take this opportunity to inform the Chairman and ask for his guidance."
The onlookers had different expressions when they heard this.
Some are scared, some are reminiscing, some are angry, and of course there are also those watching the excitement.
Listening to the whispers of the people around him, Fujiwara Izaya's expression remained unchanged and he still stood straight. His whole person from head to toe gave people a feeling of confidence, as if he could completely ignore the criticism of others.
Mrs. Kasahara looked at Director Takeuchi and smiled meaningfully.
Asking for guidance or something is of course a casual statement. The director must have seen his youngest daughter getting close to Fujiwara Izaya and was unsure of his attitude towards Fujiwara Izaya, so he came over to check it out to know how to choose one.
Follow the path that is most beneficial to him.
"What do you think, Fujiwara-kun?" She turned back slightly, her eyes seeming to see through Fujiwara Izaya's body.
"I didn't have a second thought," Fujiwara Izaya said in a calm voice, "My home is gone. If I don't rebuild it, will I sleep on the street?"
"Huh?" Mrs. Kasahara made a mild puzzlement sound.
"I was not at home last night, and when I came back in the morning, I found that it had been torn down." Fujiwara Izaya told her truthfully, and said in a strange tone, "I'm afraid they want to change mine for commercial use, so I'm chasing people away."
Mrs. Kasahara's eyes suddenly became sharp, and she looked at Director Takeuchi with dignity, as if she believed that he was secretly causing trouble.
"No, this matter has nothing to do with me." Director Takeuchi quickly explained, "But I know who might have done it. A businesswoman came to my office a few days ago and asked about ways to convert the Asakusa Shrine land for commercial use.
"
Businesswoman... Fujiwara Izaya had a thought in his mind and asked aloud: "The day when I go to visit the director?"
"That's the day."
"The one I was chatting with?"
"Yes."
Director Takeuchi sold Kawashima Meiji without hesitation.
Originally, he told Kawashima Miji the method just to throw the blame away from Asakusa Shrine, but now he is about to take another blame. Of course, he has no moral sense.
"Director Takeuchi," Mrs. Kasahara hit him loudly, "as you hold a high position, you must keep in mind your responsibilities and missions and not be tempted by money and beauty; you must act impartially and not bend the law for personal gain."
Director Takeuchi bowed deeply in an instant: "Thank you, Chairman, for your teaching. I will always remember it!"
"Do you have a way to reveal it?" Mrs. Kasahara's majestic eyes were always staring at him.
"No, I didn't say a word about that matter," Director Takeuchi bowed to deny. "On the contrary, he kept emphasizing to her the rule that 'religious land is not for commercial use'."
"If there are rules, then act according to the rules." Mrs. Kasahara regained her gentle expression, and spoke to Director Takeuchi softly but with hardness in her voice, "As for the renovation of Asakusa Shrine, everything should be done according to the rules. There are no procedures.
Problem, you are not allowed to block it, and you are not allowed to create extraneous problems."
"Thank you, Chairman, for your guidance." Director Takeuchi straightened up.
Mrs. Kasahara no longer paid attention to him, but asked Fujiwara Izaya to follow her to get to know the directors of the major shrines and temples present, as if she was supporting him as a backing support.
Fujishima Miyaji of Hanazono Inari Shrine, Priest Ishiyama of Hie Shrine, Abbot Hirohiro of Saitama Kita-in Temple, Hitoshi novice monk of Gotoku-ji Temple...and the old monk Hirobumi of Senso-ji Temple whom Izaya Fujiwara knew.
Among them, the one he was most interested in was the Hoshimi Palace Secretary of Kamakura Hachimangu Shrine.
It was a young and beautiful lady who had an eye-eight resemblance to Hoshimi-senpai and was wearing a light blue kimono.
"Yiko, come here." Mrs. Kasahara waved to her with a very happy expression, "There is a little guy I want to introduce to you."
Mrs. Hoshimi appeared in front of Fujiwara Izaya carrying a small cloth bag.
Her eyes were small and deep, with a sense of scrutiny, blinking like a bird.
Perhaps because he was so familiar with Hoshimi-senpai, he felt a little cordial towards this lady.
Mrs. Hoshimi looked at Fujiwara Izaya for a moment, as if she was making an estimate. After the estimate was completed, she chuckled and said, "Don't be so public, just call me auntie."
"Hello, aunt."
Fujiwara Izaya's expression is as good as he wants.
There is no other way, these two ladies are big shots who have been in high positions all year round, and they are not something he can mess with for the time being.
"For me, Fujiwara-kun is also an old acquaintance." Mrs. Hoshimi said with a smile, "Rinko and I often talk about you and speak highly of you."
Her tone was very sincere, not like lying, and there was no need for her to lie to a child.
But when she said this, her eyes did not look at Fujiwara Izaya, but at Mrs. Kasahara, with a vague... feeling of provocation. Fujiwara Izaya didn't know whether his guess was right, but his curiosity was piqued
, and subconsciously asked: "What did the senior think of me?"
"Smart, gentle, neither arrogant nor impetuous." Mrs. Hoshimi looked at Mrs. Kasahara as if she was showing off, "No matter what clothes she wears, she looks neat, smart, and elegant."
certainly.
It’s not necessarily that she regards Fujiwara Izaya as one of her own, maybe she just wants to suppress Mrs. Kasahara.
"Also, Rinzi said that even if you don't say a word, you still have something to say with just your face."
Fujiwara Izaya asked uncertainly: "Just because he looks handsome?"
At this time, Mrs. Hoshimi was finally willing to look away from Mrs. Kasahara.
As if she was proofreading her daughter's words, she looked at Fujiwara Izaya while speaking, "It's not just that you are handsome. Rinko said that your expression always makes people unable to guess your inner thoughts. I wonder if you will take action directly at the next moment.
Whether you open your mouth to curse people, or do other shocking things, or say unpredictable things, it is difficult to predict. No matter what you do or what you say, you must have your unique style or charm, either jokingly or seriously
It’s a joke.”
Listening to a series of dry comments, Mrs. Kasahara felt a little bored. Turning her head towards Fujiwara Izaya's serious and well-behaved expression, a hint of teasing suddenly arose in her heart.
"Hey, my sister's Fujiwara brother..." She leaned over and playfully joked: "The children of the Hoshimi family are very fond of you. Do you have any hidden secrets?"
In the fragrance of the cherry blossoms in May, the beautiful Kasahara sister, no...Mrs. Kasahara suddenly came over and whispered in the ear of the handsome Fujiwara Izaya. Outsiders who did not know the relationship between the two would subconsciously look at their close posture.
Think of them as a pair of siblings who are passionately in love.
"Um?"
Mrs. Xingjian frowned.
"Brother?" She glared at Fujiwara Izaya with good intentions.
"Uh, aunt..." Fujiwara Izaya suddenly felt a chill down his spine and quickly explained: "Chairman Kasahara just told me to call her sister."
Mrs. Hoshimi asked back: "So you call me aunt in front of her?"
At this time, she didn't care at all whether her daughter was cheated, but she was more concerned about growing old and becoming an old aunt in front of Mrs. Kasahara.
"...Master Chairman," Fujiwara Izaya glanced at Mrs. Kasahara and asked her to help.
"Well, I can't believe what he said." Mrs. Kasahara seemed to be relieved, but in fact she said angrily, "Yiko, listen to me, when I met this guy just now, he praised me as the most beautiful woman in this yard.
Woolen cloth."
"?"
Fujiwara Izaya wanted to escape from the bottom of his heart.
"I'm going to be angry..." Mrs. Hoshimi smiled cruelly at him.
"By the way, do the two directors know Spanish history?" Fujiwara Izaya forcibly changed the subject and asked calmly: "I am learning Spanish recently, and I also read the history books of the Spanish Civil War. If you can, please
Talk to me about the Spanish Civil War."
"Huh?" Mrs. Kasahara tilted her head and looked at him.
That lively demeanor is no different from that of a high school girl, but it has a bit more mature charm.
"I'm not interested in the Spanish Civil War," Mrs. Hoshimi's cruel voice came over, "but I can't wait for the Shinto Civil War."
"?"
Fujiwara Izaya was stunned.
"Okay, okay, don't scare a child." Mrs. Kasahara finally spoke to help him out.
"Next time, I won't call her sister in front of my aunt!" Fujiwara Izaya added wisely.
Mrs. Hingjian asked reluctantly: "What about the most beautiful woman in this yard?"
Fujiwara Izaya wanted to fool him by saying "There are two most beautiful women", but he happened to see Kasahara Fuka-Eri in the ninth section police uniform walking past, so he blurted out: "Of course it's Fuka-Eri sister.
"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri glared at him, said "glib", and walked towards the dining table coldly.
The two noble ladies who were watching the excitement laughed happily, their charm overshadowing the fairies blooming with cherry blossoms.
"Fuka-Eri has such a strong opinion of me." Fujiwara Izaya looked at the slim back of the female police officer aggrievedly.
"She's not the only one who has a big problem with you," Mrs. Hoshimi said in a pleasant voice with a smile. "It should be said that there are only a handful of people in this yard who have no problem with you."
"Why?" Fujiwara Izaya's expression was full of curiosity, like a student asking a teacher in class.
"You don't know." Mrs. Kasahara said softly.
Fujiwara Izaya looked into her eyes: "The past of Asakusa Shrine?"
"Yes." The two ladies nodded at the same time.
"Can you tell me?" Fujiwara Izaya asked sincerely.
Mrs. Hoshimi’s eyes widened in surprise: “You don’t know?”
"I don't know." Fujiwara Izaya gave a definite answer.
For a moment, both ladies were silent. The wind blew the petals falling down, blurring their vision. After a long time, Mrs. Hoshimi shook her head, shook off the petals from her hair, and stared at her with an almost incredible expressionless look.
Fujiwara Izaya: "Your parents didn't tell you anything. Are they not afraid that you will die in Tokyo?"
Fujiwara Izaya bit his lip, looked at her face sadly for a while, then lowered his gaze and said in a low voice: "My parents passed away when I was very young."
This is a lie.
In fact, before his father went to Takamagahara, he told him this - with the inheritance of the mountain god and the Daitengu in me, if you die in Tokyo, I will treat you as my son.
Mrs. Kasahara and Mrs. Hoshimi looked at each other.
Then, one lady laughed, and the other lady laughed too, and cherry blossoms danced in the middle of their smiles.
Looking at their smiles, Fujiwara Izaya struck the iron while the iron was hot and said, "I still want to know why the two directors have no objection to me, but let Hoshimi-senpai and Asuka approach me instead."
"Go and get some food. Let's sit over there and talk while eating." Mrs. Kasahara smiled gracefully and held Mrs. Hoshimi's arm like a high school student. The two ladies stepped forward gracefully.
Walk towards the rest area arranged under the eaves of the corridor.