Chapter Two Hundred and Sixteen: Autumn Day with Birds Flying
Kiyomizu-dera Temple is the oldest temple in Kyoto. It has been burned down and rebuilt several times. Behind it stands Daimonji Mountain and is surrounded by green trees.
This is a famous cherry blossom viewing spot in Kyoto, and in autumn, the red maples are crisp.
Previously, Yuzuru and Yukiko Miyamoto visited the cherry blossoms in the mountains near Tokyo. On the train at that time, the cherry blossoms Miyamoto Yukiko wanted to see in Kyoto were located here.
Along the way, Yu Xian's child recorded the scenery with his eyes, preparing to take it back to Miyamoto Yukiko.
This trick was taught to him by Hua Niao Fengyue.
He didn't believe it before, but if he really encountered such an opportunity, how could he let it go?
Today is a sunny day with floating clouds. Spring flowers occasionally bloom in autumn.
This is not a real flower, but a smile on the girl's face.
Anshan Kiyohime stood in front of a field of red weeping cherry trees in full bloom and waved to him: "I'm here, Yuxian-kun."
The girl was so happy to be free that she ran around like a cat.
Whenever she ran a certain distance, she would return to him. At this time, she was attracted by a tit and chased after it.
"Gone." She said sadly.
Yuxian Zhisheng followed her and stood under the weeping cherry blossoms.
"Then let's look at the falling flowers."
The so-called fallen flowers are flowers that have fallen gently to the ground. If a bird is among them, the cats in Kiyomizu Temple will not hurt it even if they run over.
"The flowers are kissing the earth." Anshan Kiyohime said softly, "Even the cats don't want to disturb them."
She looked intently at the oval face of the beautiful woman, with delicate eyebrows like spring mountains, and long black hair shining with crystal colors in the sun.
How romantic a person must be to feel that the passing of a flower is kissing the earth?
The earth has nurtured the flowers, and this is the reward before the flowers pass away.
'If possible, I would also like to repay Miyamoto Yukiko in this way.' Yu Xianzhisheng thought in her heart. 'Kiss her face a hundred and eighty times a day, and I will never get tired of it.'
Of course, there is no need to pass away, but to live well and swell her face with kisses.
Layers of fallen flowers, beautiful and smooth.
Two thousand meters away is the Heian Shrine, which is a good place to hold traditional weddings. At this moment, the sound of salutes bloomed in the sky, and came from afar. It must be that another couple is getting married, right?
Perhaps, while the salute was ringing, the groom and the bride exchanged rings and kissed each other on the lips. There is no happier moment in the world than this.
Who will you marry in the future, where will you marry, and where will you give birth to your children?
At that time, what did my bride look like?
The sad young man looked at the falling flowers and thought about long-standing problems.
Anzan Kiyohime has grown up here since she was a child and has become accustomed to this.
She muttered, 'Someone is getting married again', then let go of Yu Xian's immature shoulders and ran excitedly towards a lawn.
There was a large group of foraging birds parked on the lawn. As she ran, they flew up to the sky with a huff and a puff.
In the clear blue sky in autumn, the south wind blows straight ahead, hurriedly pushing the floating clouds towards the north, and the birds circle above her head.
She was jumping up and down, her red plaid skirt flying up and down.
In this beautiful moment, it seemed that she had become a free bird.
Yuxian Zhisheng also followed her to the lawn, watching her run further and further away until she disappeared from his sight.
He didn't know where she was going or when she would come back, but he knew she would definitely come back.
Yuxian stood on the grass, breathing in the fragrant aroma of the earth. He slowly sat down, then lay on the grass, resting his head on his clasped hands, and gently closed his eyes.
The silent mountain road lies silently in the embrace of the dense forest. Apart from a few birds chirping from time to time, you can even hear the quiet sound of the wind blowing through the grass.
The sun is strong and the water waves are gentle.
His expression was relaxed and comfortable, with a slight smile on his lips.
This kind of leisurely feeling makes people happy to the point of feeling comfortable in their bones.
The last time I was so relaxed, it was on a rainy day, eating soba noodles made by Hanatori Fugetsu and listening to the crisp sound of rain hitting the windows.
All of these are rare gifts in life.
If you are not a delicate person, you may think that attachment to beautiful things is very pretentious, right?
In this gap where time seemed to have stopped, he was waiting for Anzan Kiyohime to return to him.
This is a strange and delicate waiting.
Just like when you are sleeping, you don't know when the cat you have raised will crawl into your arms.
Sure enough, he heard the rustling sound on the grass.
It must be that the returning girl saw his sleeping state and couldn't bear to disturb him, so she secretly came to him like a cat with light steps.
The girl was standing in front of him, and he felt it.
Is she smiling?
Is it the snickering of a boy who has never seen him sleep before, or the muffled smile of a man who has always had a small mouth?
No matter which one they are, they are all cute. This is something he can know even if he closes his eyes.
Yuxian tried his best not to look at her and continued to wait.
But even through her eyelids, she can feel her bright white light, and even if she turns her head, she can't stop the rhythmic color of her tone.
"Yu Xian Jun, Yu Xian Jun." She called softly, wondering if he was really asleep.
The cat is really here. In the state between sleep and wakefulness, you can hear the breath exhaling from her little nostrils.
You can feel that she is getting closer to you, rolling up her skirt, and secretly observing your sleeping face when she thinks you are asleep.
Her eyes are like a white bird, spreading its wings as bright as silk, and gently caressing your cheek. She is so curious and shy that she wants to touch but then takes her hand back.
You can feel her getting closer to her face again, staring at your eyelashes carefully. She holds her breath and purrs like a cat in her throat.
Getting closer, getting closer, like the melting ice and snow in early spring, she secretly presses her cheek against yours, it is a warm and delicate touch, but also so shocking, as if ten thousand birds are taking off from your chest.
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Yuxian was trying his best to hold back his laughter, and felt the slight touch of the fine fluff on his face.
He tried hard to pretend to be asleep, feeling her beautiful youthfulness and ignorance.
And she also had strange and subtle changes. She wanted to pretend that nothing happened, but her cheeks became hot and rosy, and the seed in her heart grew and grew, throbbing slightly, making her eyes twitch slightly.
The wetness and tenderness in the throat also seemed to convey excitement.
The air was filled with a delicate fragrance, and pink petals were falling on his chest. She quietly looked at the boy lying on the ground. She would never forget this scene.
She also wanted to lie down on the ground, going beyond the etiquette in her family education, and she also wanted to cross her legs like him, but she was wearing a skirt and would be exposed.
Being a girl is really inconvenient.
I knew I should have worn trousers, but trousers could not reflect the beauty of a girl, so the girl was worried about trivial things.
These little thoughts have never happened before.
"Ah, I actually fell asleep." Yu Xian said pitifully, "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting."
"No, no..." Anshan Qingji lowered her head, her cheeks red.
She suddenly stood up and paced back and forth on the grass, just like a person who can't eat spicy food suddenly ate chili peppers and released the spicy taste in her mouth by walking back and forth.
She tried her best to release the blush on her cheeks, jumped back, turned around and handed the food she had just bought to him with both hands.
That is Kyoto's authentic delicacy [chirashi sushi]. The sushi is decorated with fruits, vegetables, and fish roe. The moment it enters the mouth and is bitten into pieces, it explodes with a delicious and sweet taste.
In addition, there are ice cream and steamed custard in wooden bowls.
The smooth and fluffy egg custard is solid like jelly, filled with pieces of conger eel, prawns and fish cakes. It is very delicious to scoop a spoonful into your mouth.
Anshan Qingji looked at him eating, her little mouth was so happy.
"Why don't you eat?" Yuxian Zhisheng put down the wooden bowl and looked at her and asked.
Anshan Qingji shook her head: "Yu Xianjun, I am restraining my desires."
"Why should we restrain our desires?"
"I want to be a saint, stay away from good and evil gods and demons, have a firm outlook on life, and also want to stay away from material things and emotions, and only be immersed in the peace of mind."
Anzan Kiyohime sighed like this.
"So, I want to abandon human desires and push myself like the ancient sages."
Yuxian Zhisheng shook his head and comforted: "I understand your feelings...but sages are not immune to the world, right? It is because they are well versed in the ways of the world that they have a strong and calm heart.
ah."
"Yu Xian-kun, do you want me to break my inner faith?" Anshan Qingji said disappointedly, "But if it happens once, there will be a second time. I don't..."
"Open your mouth."
"I don't......"
"Okay, open your mouth quickly and open it wider."
Anshan Kiyohime obediently opened her little mouth. Yu Xianzhisheng changed the handle of a clean spoon, scooped up a large spoonful of egg custard, and stuffed it into her mouth, making it swell.
The girl chewed and covered her cheeks happily. Her whole body was as beautiful as radiance.
"Do you want to continue?" Yu Xian asked naively.
"I want it!" Anshan Qingji nodded like a cat.
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"That's my secret base. It's right after watching the maple leaves."
Anzan Kiyohime climbed up the maple-leaf-stained slope lightly and walked towards the entrance of the west corridor.
Yu Xian's child followed behind her, crossing the dry pond in Kiyomizu Temple with her.
Dry ponds, also called dry landscapes, are a landscape without ponds and water. This landscape is caused by the water-scarce landscape of Kyoto. In Japanese aesthetics, this is a kind of incomplete beauty.
Yu Xian watched childishly, Anshan Qingji jumped over the rocks lightly, her skirts flying.
Passing by the teahouse located among the dim trees, Anzan Kiyohime pulled him in and said that he wanted him to try the good tea-making skills that he had learned since childhood.
"I was in a hurry last time and didn't soak it carefully," she said regretfully.
"Please enjoy it quietly this time!" Without saying a word, she borrowed the tea set from the tea room.
The space of the teahouse is surrounded by sliding windows and partitions, with a concave pavilion, which completely isolates the outside space, giving the interior a simple and elegant visual enjoyment.
Through the large round window, you can clearly see the red maple forest and hear the chirping of birds.
In a private space, this is another indescribable pleasure.
However, what is even more exciting than this is Kiyohime Anzan's "Dance".
She skillfully poured 60% water into the Heile tea bowl, then added a spoonful of tea leaves and stirred vigorously.
Instantly, white clouds rolled, snowflakes danced, and the fragrance was overwhelming.
She poured water lightly again.
The tea leaves sink to the bottom and bloom into green flowers, lifelike.
Wait for a while, then add another three minutes of water.
The buds and leaves are completely stretched.
The deep green color complements the dark luster of the Heile teacup.
"This is the 'three openings' of the Chinese tea ceremony. Please taste it, Mr. Yu Xian." Anshan Qingji handed over the tea.
The first opening is a small sip, and the color is bright and fragrant; the second opening is emerald green, and the taste is mellow; the third opening is green, and the taste is sweet after a long time.
Yu Xian took the tea cup and drank it slowly.
A flower can make the earthen wall shine, and a cup of simple tea can be breathtaking, but only those who understand it can recognize its beauty.
"It's so delicious." Yuxian exclaimed naively.
"Qingji, don't be a philosopher." Yu Xianzhisheng said while drinking.
"Then what do you think?" Anshan Qingji muttered softly.
"Just be a romantic poetess! Praise the beauty of the world and sing the joy of life!"
"How about this? I can be father's philosopher, and then secretly be Yu Xian-kun's poetess." Ansan Kiyohime still couldn't break free from Ansanji's firm control.
"That's not possible, I want them all." Yu Xian crossed his arms and said unhappily.
Several cats jumped down from the eaves, meowed and ran into the tea room.
Perhaps they were fed well by the tourists at Kiyomizu Temple. They were not afraid of humans at all. They grabbed the girl's arm and begged for food.
Anzan Kiyohime lay next to the ear of one of the black and white cats and spoke softly to it.
"Yu Xian-kun, it has a question for you." Anshan Kiyohime's little face pretended to be serious.
"What's the problem?" Yu Xian said with a naive smile.
"It asked you who you are from Seihime?" Anzan Seihime relayed the cat's words.
"I am Qingji's good friend!" Yu Xian said naively.
Anzan Kiyohime was lying on the ground, meowing cutely, as if she was translating his words to the cat.
After a while, she stood up again and imitated the cat's tone: "It said - ah ah, it doesn't look like a friend, you look like Qing Ji's brother!"
"Oh, that must be Qingji's brother!" Yu Xian laughed childishly.
"Thank you, Cat." The girl took out the fish-flavored sausage from her skirt pocket and fed it to the cat.
This is a black and white cat holding a sausage in its mouth and swaggering away.
Smelling the smell of meat, the cats all rushed toward her. The girl waved her hand to stop the cats, but they actually stopped.
"We are all good friends," she said.
The cats meowed loudly and neatly.
"Hurry and bow to my brother!" She shook the remaining half of the sausage in her hand.
But cats can't really talk, let alone bow.
Anshan Kiyohime blushed, felt very embarrassed, and lowered her head shyly.
After a while, she raised her head and looked at Yuxian Zhisheng, smiling mischievously.
