Ke Xuezhuo's son-in-law

Chapter 639 Trip to Kyoto

Fujiwara and Mira walked into the busy station. He gently pressed a few buttons in front of the automatic ticket vending machine. The machine buzzed and then spit out two shiny tickets. He turned around and handed one to Mira.

Mira took the ticket, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and desire. She put the ticket in her pocket and looked at the large electronic high-definition screen in the station to see that the high-speed train they were riding would arrive at the station half an hour later.

As the Shinkansen started, there was a slight vibration in the carriage. Fujiwara closed his eyes and let his body sway gently with the rhythm of the carriage. His breathing became evener, as if he was trying to relax, ready to take advantage of the next few hours of rest.

Mira sat next to him, her eyes fixed on the window. As the speed of the car increases, the outside world blurs, leaving only a series of colors and lights. Her eyes would widen every now and then, twinkling with each new discovery.

"Fujiwara, look!" Mira gently tugged on Fujiwara's sleeve and pointed to the speed displayed on the big screen in the car. Her voice was full of excitement and surprise, "We are moving at a speed of 275 kilometers per hour, this... this is amazing!"

Fujiwara opened his eyes with a gentle smile on his face. He leaned forward, looked at the screen carefully, then looked back at Mira,

"Yes, it's the magic of technology."

Mira's eyes switched back and forth between Fujiwara's face and the scenery outside the window. She seemed to be trying to compare it with the high-speed trains in her country, but no matter how she thought about it,

"But... aren't you scared?" Mira asked worriedly, her fingers clenching the armrests of her seat unconsciously, "What if something goes wrong at such a fast speed?"

Fujiwara gently held Mira's trembling hand and said comfortingly: "The Shinkansen is one of the safest trains in the world. You can rest assured."

Mira nodded after hearing this and said nothing more.

The taxi driver continued angrily: "These nobles really like to make big moves, and then treat us ordinary people as fools. This Princess Mila, it's true, she can make news even if she makes a joke."

At this moment, the sound on the car radio attracted their attention. The announcer used a stern tone to discuss the latest news about Princess Mira, the heir to the Kingdom of Vespania. Fujiwara's eyes met the driver's in the mirror, and then quickly fell on Mira's face. Her lips were pursed tightly, and anger rose on her cheeks.

The three-hour journey passed quietly in endless thoughts. When the Shinkansen slid smoothly into Kyoto Station, Fujiwara and Mira followed the flow of people and walked out of the station. The air in Kyoto is filled with a faint fragrance of ancient wood, but at this moment, Fujiwara's mind is not here at all.

Fujiwara stared at the phone screen silently, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart. He pressed the dial button, and there was a continuous waiting tone in his ears, but finally it was transferred to the voice message. He frowned and hung up the phone without leaving a message.

The two of them soon got into a taxi waiting outside the station. As cars drove through the streets of Kyoto, Fujiwara picked up the phone again and dialed Conan's number, but there was still no answer.

Although Mira's eyes were filled with angry fire, her anger seemed to gradually subside under Fujiwara's silent gaze. Her turbulent eyes finally died down, and she seemed to find a trace of peace in his gaze.

The taxi slowly stopped in front of Kiyomizu Temple, and Fujiwara quickly took out his wallet and paid the fare. Mira jumped down, her steps heavy with a hint of stubbornness. When the taxi drove away, she turned around, spat in that direction contemptuously, and murmured a string of words in her native language, which was a way of venting her hometown's unhappiness.

Fujiwara grabbed Mira's arm, gently but firmly, and his voice was low and quiet, as if it could drive away all the unhappiness. "Mira, don't be like that. We are here to be happy, not to be angry. You see, this is Kiyomizu Temple, which is a very famous place in Kyoto."

Although Mira's anger was not completely extinguished, under Fujiwara's guidance, she began to curiously look at the famous temple in front of her. Her eyes lingered on the exquisite buildings, and the waves in her heart inevitably rose again. Fujiwara didn't say much, but quietly observed Mira's reaction. He knew that the best way was to let her discover and feel it for herself.

Today is Valentine's Day, and there are obviously many more young couples coming to ask for autographs.

As they slowly walked into the approach to Kiyomizu Temple, Mira's eyes were drawn to the small stalls selling a variety of traditional Japanese items. She stopped and pointed to a stall selling wind chimes, her eyes sparkling with childlike curiosity, "What are these?"

"These are wind chimes. In the summer, people hang them outside their houses. When the wind blows, the chimes sound crisp and can bring a cool feeling."

Mira stretched out her hand and gently shook a string of wind chimes, and the crisp sound floated in the air, "It's so beautiful..." She said softly, raising the corners of her mouth.

Fujiwara just stood aside quietly, looking at Mira's smile, feeling an indescribable warmth in his heart. He knew that Mira's mood had improved a lot.

Mira was deeply fascinated by the architecture and garden design of Kiyomizu Temple. From time to time, her fingers touched the wooden fans that had experienced countless years of baptism, and her eyes reflected the ancient stone lamps and delicate carvings. Upon seeing this, Fujiwara introduced Mira to Mira, his voice filled with deep respect for this land. He told the history of Kiyomizu-dera Temple and the stories behind every stone slab here.

"There is a stone tablet here that says 'Qingshui Stage', have you seen it?" Fujiwara pointed to a stone tablet not far ahead.

Mira followed his fingers and nodded. "I saw it, what does that mean?" she asked, her voice full of curiosity.

"That is one of the most famous places in Kiyomizu Temple. Legend has it that if you jump from that stage, if you survive, your wish will come true." Fujiwara's words were soft and mysterious.

Mira opened her mouth in surprise, "Really? Has anyone tried it?"

Fujiwara smiled slightly, "It is said that this has been done before, but now everyone pays more attention to its symbolic meaning rather than actually trying it."

The two of them visited Qingshui Temple for a long time, and every corner here seemed so harmonious and peaceful.

When the time came to noon, Fujiwara took Mira out of Kiyomizu Temple and they came to the nearby busy commercial street. People were coming and going on the streets, and the dazzling array of small shops made Mira very excited. Fujiwara took her to taste a variety of traditional Japanese snacks, such as takoyaki, golden fried skewers, and clean-flavored Japanese dumplings, and Mira was full of praise for everything.

Mira's mood became obviously calmer, and her pace became much more relaxed, so Fujiwara also began to look for a place to date Momiji later.

(End of this chapter)