80. The inauguration ceremony of the new boss of the black spider group
The color of the sky slowly moves towards deeper levels.
Passing over the tops of the pine trees, Fujiwara Izaya smelled a hint of rain in the sound of wind approaching dusk.
Saying goodbye to Asuka, a senior student who cried and complained when she saw him because she was forced by her sister to greet guests all day long, Fujiwara Izaya left Tokyo Daijingu Shrine and wanted to get back to Asakusa before it rained to get the next step done.
A place to stay.
The Honda Wolf drove slowly.
There was not a single dark cloud visible in the dusk sky. Looking around, there was no one walking with an umbrella. The cool breeze blowing from the gaps between the tall buildings lightly lifted the girl's skirt.
But there is indeed the smell of rain in the air. Fujiwara Izaya has a very keen sense of smell, so there is no mistaking this.
And this is not just a light rain. Rain in May usually falls continuously and continuously. It is not known how much impact it will have on the renovation period of the shrine.
Back in Asakusa, it was already dusk.
Fujiwara Izaya parked the car and walked into the [lemon] bakery. He saw Yukino Riho taking out the cake models displayed in the cabinet and cleaning them. The sky had darkened, and the light in the store leaked through the glass windows.
It illuminated her profile.
"Are these cakes for sale?" Fujiwara Izaya asked curiously.
"Yes."
Yukino Riho whispered, holding the small cake made of silicone rubber to her chest. In her arms, the fake cake looked soft, fluffy, and seemed delicious.
Fujiwara Izaya asked incredulously: "Can you make cakes?"
"Uh, no, we all go to the bakery factory to pick up the goods after making a reservation..." Riho Yukino smiled sheepishly, then she suddenly remembered something and frowned handsomely: "What does Fujiwara-kun's expression mean?
Can’t I make cakes?”
"But I just can't." Fujiwara Izaya laughed, "I guessed right, no refutation is allowed!"
Yukino Riho looked away angrily, not wanting to see his hateful face.
Fujiwara Izaya watched the work with great interest.
Every morning, she would move these cakes to the display cabinet outside the store, and in the evening they would move them back to the store one by one. Going back and forth like this, moving in and out, she seemed to be very satisfied with such a simple job, and it was very interesting.
.
After finishing the work of closing the store, Yukino Riho spoke to him again: "Have you had dinner, Fujiwara-kun? Do you want to join us?"
"Not yet, but I'm in a hurry." Fujiwara Izaya looked at the sky outside. There were still no dark clouds, but the rain was about to fall.
"Is there an emergency?"
"Well, I need to find a hotel to stay for a while."
"Well……"
"What's wrong?"
"Why don't you Fujiwara-kun stay here?"
Fujiwara Izaya, who was bending down to move the cartons, turned around in surprise.
In the warm yellow light of the store, Yukino Riho smiled lightly and said: "I happen to have a spare room here. If you don't mind it, you can stay here."
"Well, that's not good." Fujiwara Izaya refused in a low voice, "I've been in trouble recently, and living here will hurt you."
"It's okay, I can protect myself." Yukino Riho squatted down, pressed his hands on Fujiwara Lin's carton, and stared at his face seriously.
A faint fragrance hit her nostrils, and her naturally hanging bangs almost touched Fujiwara Izaya's forehead. This was the second time he looked at her eyes so closely.
The eyes are a little light blue, very beautiful, like Olaf's eyes.
"May I?"
Yukino Riho asked slowly.
"Why are you obsessed with this?" Fujiwara Izaya didn't understand.
"Hmm...I can't tell clearly." Yukino Riho lowered her gaze in embarrassment.
The voice was as calm as the fine snow in the night, so beautiful that the feeling would disappear immediately. In the silence that seemed like frost would fall, she continued in a soft voice: "There are many things I don't understand, how to make bread, How to run a business, how to walk your own path, etc., don't seem to be what I'm good at. Maybe... you are probably the only stranger who has helped me. I want to help you get through the difficulties as much as possible, so please also You accept..."
"Stupid woman..." Fujiwara Izaya muttered.
Yukino Riho's ears twitched, then she raised her red face and stared at her with dissatisfaction: "Miss Yukino solemnly protests to Fujiwara-san for the thirty-eighth time, she is not a stupid woman!"
"Okay, okay, you're not." Fujiwara Izaya replied with a smile, picked up the carton and turned around, "I have a lot to do, and I'm afraid I'll injure you, so I'd better thank you for your kindness."
The words just fell.
"Boom~" A violent thunder sounded from the sky.
In an instant, in less than a second, it began to rain heavily.
On the stone steps in front of the rain shop, pieces of water mist splashed up, and the green trees on the bank of the Sumida River made a splashing sound.
"It seems we can't leave." Yukino Riho said to his back at the store door.
"Yes, the rain is so fierce." Fujiwara Izaya said helplessly.
The rain poured down outside the door, even forming water lines, and the whole world was enveloped in a choking moisture.
He looked back into the store.
Under the warm lighting of the store, Yukino Riho's eyes under her long eyelashes were shining brightly.
The two people's eyes crossed.
She tilted her head and smiled.
"Let's have a meal before we leave." Fujiwara Izaya put the carton back on the floor.
"Great," Yukino Riho asked, "What do you want to eat? I'll order some."
"Don't you know how to cook?"
"..."
"Stupid girl..."
Upon hearing the first two words, Yukino Riho's expression immediately became stubborn and she shouted: "I can!"
Along the narrow stairs, Yukino Riho took him up to the second floor and got into the kitchen.
This is a two-story Western-style building. It is not very big, but because the pillars are thick and strong, the house looks quite stable. There is a large courtyard behind the bakery, with several shrubs and a small A pond with narcissus in full bloom and a small pavilion beside it.
Fujiwara Izaya watched the rain on the balcony for a while.
In this way, the balcony faces the east and is not blocked, which is very suitable for sunbathing in the morning. But it is raining heavily now, and the strong wind is blowing, and fine droplets are constantly blowing in.
Close the window and go back indoors.
The layout of the two rooms with a living room, dining room and kitchen is spacious and spacious, with air conditioning, telephone, 17-inch color TV, bathroom with shower, and many musical instruments.
The owner's stockings and pajamas were neatly stacked on the wicker chair by the window, and a well-made mustard-colored dress was draped on the back of the chair.
With nothing to do, Fujiwara Izaya strolled to the kitchen door and watched her cooking.
Under the soft orange light, her back appeared in front of me like a hazy phantom, and the crisp sound of gently picking up tableware and the sound of water bubbling in the pot came to my ears, and sleep suddenly appeared.
"Ah~"
Fujiwara Izaya yawned.
"Would you like some soup first?" Riho Yukino heard the noise and turned around to ask, her posture unusually gorgeous.
Fujiwara Izaya looked at the steaming pot lid: "Is it ready?"
"It should be ready, please wait a moment..." Yukino Riho opened the lid of the pot, took a little bit with a spoon to test the taste, and a relieved smile bloomed on her face.
Come to think of it, she didn't have much confidence in cooking this pot of soup.
Fujiwara Izaya walked into the kitchen and took the bowl she handed over. There was dark green kelp like wakame floating in the translucent soup. He took a sip resolutely, and the soft and thick kelp wrapped around his tongue, and the taste was amazing.
Well enough.
“It tastes good!”
Yukino Riho said proudly, and she also picked up the bowl.
After taking a sip, she put down the bowl and continued cooking. She made omelette rice. She used chicken fried rice as the base and found a bottle of marinated olives among the seasonings. She sliced them and mixed them with lettuce to make a small side salad.
The kitchen is filled with the smell of cooking.
Fujiwara Izaya watched calmly, feeling the atmosphere of home for the first time in a long time.
Dinner was ready, and the two of them gathered around the small tatami table across from each other, with two portions of hot omelette rice and a bottle of juice.
"Please have a taste of my craftsmanship." Yukino Riho said passionately.
Fujiwara Izaya clasped his hands and thanked: "I'm starting."
Scoop up a spoonful of the fragrant omurice rice, put it in your mouth and take a bite.
"Click~"
The sound of breaking eggshells.
"..." The smile on Yukino Riho's face disappeared in an instant like water seeping into the sand.
"It's not bad," Fujiwara Izaya said while chewing, "At least the taste is pretty accurate, there's nothing weird added."
"Woo~"
Yukino Riho moaned like a kitten, covered her face with her delicate hands, and her shoulders trembled slightly.
"Shouldn't you get me a drink?" Fujiwara Izaya said to calm her embarrassment.
"Um……"
Yukino Riho let go of her hand and poured him juice against his head.
The weak light couldn't illuminate her downturned face, but Fujiwara Izaya thought that her pretty face must be charmingly red at the moment.
"Is there ketchup?" he asked.
"Yes, I'll get it for you right now." Yukino Riho stood up with her head lowered and ran towards the kitchen, but ended up bumping into the door.
"Oh~"
"Ha ha……"
Fujiwara Izaya laughed happily.
Infected by it, Yukino Riho couldn't help but laugh, and the embarrassment in her heart was relieved.
After bringing the ketchup, the two of them sat across from each other again across a small table made of wooden boards. Fujiwara Izaya reminded her very thoughtfully: "Be careful when eating, there might be a lot of eggshells in it."
.”
"I hate you," Yukino Riho glared at him, "Don't make fun of me with this!"
"The taste is still very good," Fujiwara Izaya responded with a smile, "Apart from being a little hard to swallow, there are no other shortcomings."
"It doesn't matter, my main advantage is not my cooking skills anyway." Yukino Riho retorted nonchalantly, lowered her head and took a bite of the omelette rice. A little sauce accidentally got on her lips, and she stuck out her pink tongue, and there was no trace of it at all.
Lick it off without waste.
The moist wind blows from the window, not as warm as the wind in May
The air in the room was as sticky as soup, wrapping around their bodies and smelling sweet.
"Where is Miss Yukino from?"
"Hokkaido, what about you?"
"I'm from Nagano Prefecture." Izaya Fujiwara drank juice and asked her, "Do you grow potatoes at home?"
"Why do people in Hokkaido grow potatoes at home?" Riho Yukino asked doubtfully.
"The inherent impression," Fujiwara Izaya said amusingly, "is like when it comes to going to Siberia, everyone's first reaction is to dig potatoes or grow corn."
"?"
Yukino Riho blinked, with confusion on his face.
"It's very difficult for you to understand this."
"Hey! You're beating around the bush again and calling me stupid."
Fujiwara Izaya looked arrogant: "Yes!"
"You are too much!" Yukino Riho's snow-white face gradually turned red, and even her slender neck was dyed red. She made a fist with her left hand and banged the table: "Fujiwara-kun is too bad, your attitude is very inappropriate
!I’m not stupid, I just don’t know!!!”
Her sincere protest was as cute as a child, and Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but laugh out loud.
After dinner and the tableware was cleared, Yukino Riho boiled a pot of water and poured the hot water gently on the coffee powder. The powder slowly expanded and released a fragrant aroma.
Fujiwara Izaya sat on the floor in front of the balcony, looking outside.
The rain was still heavy, as if the water vapor that had been accumulated for half a year was spit out. It was rainy and foggy outside the house, and nothing could be seen except the red warning light flashing.
When he looked back, he saw Yukino Riho coming over with two cups of coffee, with a smile on his face. The soft muffled sound of his bare feet sliding on the ground sounded like the sound of water in his ears.
Yukino Riho handed him the coffee and bit her lower lip slightly: "Can Fujiwara-kun live here?"
"Why?" Fujiwara Izaya looked into her eyes, "Don't you know there are differences between men and women?"
"I don't know." Yukino Riho lowered her head and looked at the coffee cup, "I'm not a stupid woman. If you ask me, how can I answer it well?"
"Can I give you a piece of advice?"
"please."
"If you don't change, you will suffer a loss!"
"Maybe." Yukino Riho smiled.
She knew that this kind of relationship would definitely end soon, but now she was happier than ever before. Even her cold fingers and toes were warm, and her lips were always smiling because of joy and happiness.
"It's difficult." Fujiwara Izaya scratched his hair.
"It's not difficult." Yukino Riho smiled and looked out the window, as if thinking about something. "I often think about how great it would be if I could live without causing trouble to anyone. Do you think it can be done?"
"How should I say..."
"Hey, am I causing trouble for you?"
"It doesn't matter."
"It doesn't matter now?"
"Of course it doesn't matter." Fujiwara Izaya drank the coffee in one gulp, thinking that he could just stay here. The worst he could do was call Dark Crow back tomorrow and ask him to guard here 24 hours a day to protect the safety of the stupid woman.
"Thanks!"
Yukino Riho smiled happily and gently closed her lips.
It seems that the bangs that she trimmed by herself are trembling slightly inadvertently. They look a bit rigid, but they are beautiful. They are the kind of beauty that can directly touch the most sensitive part of the other person's heart.
From that day on, Fujiwara Izaya temporarily stayed at [lemon] bakery.
After putting away the two suitcases, he took a shower and looked at the unfamiliar ceiling in a strange room. He remembered what happened when he was a child. At that time, he was less than one year old and was very energetic. He always couldn't sleep at night.
He also refused to sleep with his parents. His parents were worried about him sleeping alone, so they asked his aunt, who was still in elementary school at the time, to stay with him. It wasn't until her aunt was old enough to go to high school that she returned to Tokyo to go to high school.
At that time, while lying in his aunt's arms, Fujiwara Izai stared at the unfamiliar ceiling in a daze.
Later, when he became familiar with his aunt, he could lie comfortably in the little girl's arms and sleep for nearly eight years... I don't know what it would be like to be held by his aunt to sleep now, it shouldn't be bad, right?
, after all, the little girl back then has grown into a beautiful 25-year-old elder sister.
Stop it!
What do you want to do with that thing?
Fujiwara Izaya lay on the magazine bed and continued reading "The Spanish Civil War".
Reading your favorite book when you like it is an extremely pleasant thing. As for how long this time can last, I don’t know yet. I think it will end soon, but you might as well enjoy it before it ends.
As the night got darker, the lights gradually became sparse, and finally only street lights and neon lights remained. In the dream, he became a huge crow, and was seriously injured. There was a piece of blood on his feathers that was about to turn black, and he was floating around.
Faint smell of blood.
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On the first day after the holiday, Kitahara Takaki brought over the construction drawings of the shrine.
It was sent to Onnyangryo for approval. With Chairman Kasahara's order, the approval procedures didn't have much trouble, and everything was approved in less than three days. Even though it was raining lightly this week, the shrine was rebuilt on May 10
The number was in full swing this day.
Fujiwara Izaya went to school during the day, went to the construction site for a walk in the evening, and went back to the store to sleep at night.
For some unknown reason, Yukino Riho actually came up with the idea of taking care of his life, but unfortunately the food she cooked was a bit unpalatable, and Fujiwara Izaya had to eat it out secretly before going home. But there was a woman
It's good to help with the laundry. There is no washing machine in the house. Sometimes he lies on the sofa and reads a book. When he looks up at the balcony, he can see her squatting there washing clothes. At this time, he is the happiest of the day.
when.
As for how long they planned to stay, neither of them mentioned anything.
But having said that, she is still stupid.
When they were watching TV news together on the sofa, Fujiwara Izaya had to spend a lot of time explaining to him where Myanmar was and where Australia was; why there were so many Southeast Asians staying illegally in Japan, and why when talking about Russia, one had to mention brown bears.
…
After living there for half a month, Fujiwara Izaya was already familiar with this small building and no longer had insomnia at night.
Every small piece of furniture began to be stained with his scent, such as the alarm clock next to the pillow, the curtains hanging on the window, the black telephone on the coffee table, the photography on the calendar, the stockings she took off on the floor, and her
Cup for drinking water.
The days passed peacefully, and the new worship hall of the shrine was slowly rising from the ground. No one came to destroy it.
Fujiwara Izaya is also very strange.
That woman, Kawashima Miji, suddenly seemed to have forgotten him. There had been no movement for half a month. His calls and messages were not returned. Even when he went to the Empress Bubble Bath, he would be stopped by security.
Stop him and don't let him in.
Did she give up?
Fujiwara Izaya believes that this is not impossible.
But do you just give up on this kind of thing? I still want the little spider to wake up!
May 22nd, Saturday.
A drizzly morning.
After Fujiwara Izaya got up, he held an umbrella and went to the shrine construction site.
Along the way, he was thinking about a problem. As the end of the month approached, the task deadline was approaching. He couldn't just sit and wait for Kawashima Miji's next move, he had to find a way to take the initiative.
Um!
It’s decided!
I'll knock on the widow's door tonight.
Returning to Asakusa Shrine, as soon as I passed through the torii gate, I saw Takaki Kitahara walking towards me, his face seemed to be very anxious.
"Good morning, Mr. Kitahara." Fujiwara Izaya greeted with a smile, "Is there something urgent?"
"Ah, hello, Master." Kitahara Takaki stopped and said helplessly: "The new boss of the Black Spider Group took office today and just sent me a message asking me to come and attend their meeting."
"Black spider?" Fujiwara Izaya thought in his mind.
"Yeah, well, the largest Yakuza organization in Taitung District." Kitahara Takaki sighed and said angrily, "As you know, those of us who work in real estate will have more or less dealings with the Yakuza. Today their new boss takes office.
, I have to go and congratulate you, otherwise it will be bad if the relationship becomes tense."
"Is their former boss's surname Araki?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
"Yes, how does the little mage know?" Kitahara Takaki asked curiously.
"I also know that his wife is the empress." Fujiwara Izaya laughed, reached out and patted his shoulder, "Take me with you, let's go meet this new boss."
Kitahara Takaki shivered inexplicably.
Somehow, he felt that the little mage's smile was a little bit perverted.
Taking Kitahara Takaki's car, we arrived at a remote neighborhood in Yoshihara, a large, antique house. There were many bodyguards in black guarding the door, and from time to time, well-dressed guests came out of the car.
, get into the door.
As soon as he arrived at the door and even before he entered the venue, Fujiwara Izaya became the center of attention.