My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

The lights are dim, and the night is like ink.

When Fujiwara Star walked on the stairs, the wooden boards under his feet were full of traces of coke, as if they had been burned by fire. Every time he stepped on, he would make an overwhelmed "creak".

This is an outdated old house in Yidong, which has nothing to do with cleanliness. Cockroaches and mice appear from time to time, and the walls are very thin.

Go down to the lobby on the first floor, the lights are on, and the surrounding walls are covered with traces of smoke, exuding a strange smell.

Watanabe Yoshio sat on his knees in the middle of the hall, with a brazier in front of him. Inside the brazier was a yellow paper talisman still burning.

"It's done." Fujiwara Stars came to him and sat down on his knees and comforted him: "Your son has been frightened a lot over the years, and finally he can live a peaceful life."

Hearing him say this, Watanabe's heart that had been hanging in his throat finally fell.

"You can give me what I want."

Watanabe Yoshio hesitated for a while, because he saw the Death Soul insect appear just now, so he didn't question Fujiwara Star's words. It's just that it feels a bit tricky to hand Ibaraki's broken arm to him.

Fujiwara Starry sky was not in a hurry, but just watched quietly and didn't speak.

I am a person who obeys the rules, but it does not mean that I am a static person.

If the other party repents, Fujiwara Star doesn't mind using a strong one.

With a trembling hand, Watanabe Yoshio took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket. He just took one and put it to his mouth. After hesitating, he put it back in the box and asked Fujiwara Stars: "After you get your hand with the broken arm, What are you going to use for?"

Fujiwara Hoshizora replied honestly: "Look for Rashomon."

"How to find?"

"Can I find it soon after I get the broken arm?"

"The broken arm has no navigation function."

Fujiwara Star was puzzled and couldn't help asking: "Since Ibaraki Doko is the ghost of Rashomon, his broken arm should be able to sense Rashomon's position."

"The ghost of the living Rashomon can of course, but the broken arm is dead."

Fujiwara Star fell silent, vaguely having bad guesses in his heart.

A breeze blew in from the courtyard, agitated the flames in the basin slightly, and vaguely heard the screams of crows in the miscellaneous forest.

Watanabe Yoshio gave him a meaningful look, then got up and left, and after a while he took out a wooden box and a big sword.

The wooden box was locked with a brass lock, glowing with a light blue light, and it could be seen that there was an extremely strong seal formation attached to it.

Watanabe Yoshio muttered a few words, like an ascetic monk sitting on the weathered rock on the top of the mountain chanting precious mantras, the blue light flashed and the formation disappeared.

He then opened the box and handed it over.

Fujiwara Starry Sky reached out and took a look inside. Inside the wooden box lay a dark and dry arm, with only a layer of skin attached to the bone, a bit like a dried mummy, and a bit like DND. The kind of goblin hand bones in the game.

"Thank you." He whispered, closing the box and preparing to leave.

"Wait..." Watanabe Yoshio called to him, and passed the katana in his hand.

"For more than a thousand years, the reason why our Watanabe family can hold this broken arm is all relying on this knife."

Fujiwara Hoshizora held this knife in a mixed mood.

According to legend, when Tsuna Watanabe cut off one of Ibaraki's arms, the knife he used was the one in front of him. It was also famous for the demon sword.

"After cutting off Ibaraki Doji's arm, Oniqiri obtained a special effect on the Onizu." Watanabe Yoshio introduced on the side, with a strong expression in his eyes.

"Once you hold this ghost cut, the speed, power and the holder's own magic power will rise by one level. When the blade is pierced into the enemy's body, various spells and uninterrupted burn effects will be added."

Fujiwara Hoshikori thought that it was probably because of the existence of this knife that Ibaraki did not personally pick up his broken arm, but borrowed Hachisha-sama to consume Watanabe Yoshio.

"Also, I have to remind you." Watanabe Yoshio said with a serious face, "Kiki seems to have his own self-awareness. If a person who is not determined holds a sword, he will be overwhelmed by the consciousness of the sword. , Become a slave to the sword."

interesting......

Fujiwara Xingkong raised his eyebrows. He now has a demon sword in his hand, and now he has another demon sword. If two knives are used together, if the self-consciousness in the two knives comes out together, his body should be Who is it?

Let two so-called sword spirits fight?

Whoever wins will let it go to himself?

It feels a bit like an ancient martial arts contest...

Ahem... I don't want this.

Fujiwara Starry sky was silent for a long while, and asked to Watanabe Yoshio: "The sword was given to me, are you afraid to turn around Ibaraki to find you revenge?"

"Fear, I am not his opponent without a knife." Watanabe sighed, with a little relief on his face, "I will take my son to Hawaii early in the morning and never come back again. Up."

"It's okay to change to a new life." Fujiwara Stars smiled faintly, bending over to salute: "Take care."

The forest was quiet late at night, and the damp soil was still slightly moist. Occasionally there are the humming of owls on the tree canopy, and there is no rustling of well-known mice walking in the forest. These subtle sounds are amplified a little bit, rendering the tranquil night deeper.

Out of the miscellaneous woods, walked along the road for a while, and saw the vegetable field over there.

Those cabbages lined up in the field still carry crystal clear raindrops, just like soldiers who are soaking wet after the rain and still sticking to the line.

Fujiwara starry sky did not hold back, stood up and saluted, and said: "You have worked hard, comrades!"

Then he laughed, crossed the vegetable field, and walked back to the hotel.

When I opened the door and entered the room, it was around one o'clock in the morning. There was no light in the room, and the girl who was still wearing only a men's shirt was sitting on the window sill, like a wounded cat.

She turned her head to look at it when she heard the door opening.

Then the dim lights of the street lights in the distance, Fujiwara Stars saw her eyes surprisingly clear and bright, like a clear fountain with no bottom. Staring at it for a long time, it seems that he will be sucked in.

So he moved his gaze to the bare wooden floor under his feet, as if he was evading the other person's sight. He felt a little at a loss, so he had to look away.

After hesitating for a while, Fujiwara Starry sky raised his head and walked firmly.

"Always waiting?"

"No, I'm not waiting for you." Niijima's voice was really hoarse and aggrieved.

"Xiaozhen is duplicity again."

"You are like this, you are not reviewing at all..."

"Understood!" Fujiwara Hoshizora said with a laugh: "Sir Niijima, how can you forgive me?"

With his hippy smiling face, Niijima really just thought this guy was really nasty, and gritted his teeth for a moment: "Wait and see! When I get back to Tokyo, I will let my sister clean you up!"

Fujiwara Starry Sky is not afraid of the sky, the only thing he is afraid of is Yukino Risa... He smiled wryly, sat down beside her, took her shoulders, and accompanied her to look at the sky outside the window.

The water-laden clouds are a bit thick, wiping out the light of the stars in summer. Only a few extraordinarily bright stars could be seen scattered and lightly.

However, the moon can be seen clearly. The bright meniscus hung far in the sky, without complaining about the polluted air, floating there in a regular manner, which has not been changed for thousands of years.

Long before mankind got fire, got tools and gave birth to civilization, the moon, as a god-given light source, illuminates every dark night. Its soft light relieved people's fear of darkness. The surplus and deficiency of its periodicity also brought the concept of time to human ancestors.

The tranquil and natural light, like a clear stream flowing and gentle leaves whispering, can heal and soothe people's hearts.

This is a kind of gratuitous compassion. Even in modern times, the darkness has been illuminated by humans, but that kind of tender care seems to be firmly imprinted in human genetic factors.

As a warm collective memory of all human beings, it will be passed on forever.

Think about it carefully, it's been a long time since I watched the moon peacefully.

"Fujiwara..." Niijima really leaned on the shoulders of Fujiwara Starry Sky and asked in a low voice, "How does my sister comfort you at this time?"

"Um...what are you talking about?"

"I want to try and see if I can be like my sister."

"No." Fujiwara Hoshizora rubbed her head, "Xiaozhen is Xiaozhen. You don't need to be someone else."

Shinjima looked up at him, and his shiny black eyes reminded Fujiwara Star of the little swallow poking out of the bird's nest under the eaves in spring.

"Go to sleep." He pityingly picked up the little swallow and placed it in the soft nest.

After a conversation in a low voice, the two went to sleep.

When I got up the next day, it was another sunny day.

The breeze moved the curtains, and the room was full of the breath of morning.

While eating breakfast, Niijima turned on the TV in the room and watched the news while eating. It was a news report about the heavy rain last night.

Ikebukuro Station suffered a lot of rain, and the news that Yamanote Line and Saikyo Line were forced to suspend operations made headlines. In the news screen, the whole world is in a mess, the warning signs are poured into one piece, and the overflowing rain flows down the steps of the station like a waterfall.

Employees in raincoats desperately filled and piled sandbags at the entrance of the station, but the water was still pouring into the station. These sandbags seemed a bit like a man's arm. The subway has also stopped running, and I don’t know when it will resume normal operation.

The reporter holding the Tepco logo microphone stretched out his hand to interview people who were unable to go home.

Someone complained that "the morning weather forecast also says that today is a sunny day..."

Some people are also complaining: "The government's emergency measures are too failed..."

Fujiwara Hoshizora was chewing on cheap toast, hoping to find Yukino Risa on the TV screen, but after all he saw nothing.

After eating, Niijima really put on her beautiful little skirt, and the look on her face became lively again.

Fujiwara Star followed her behind her with two people on her back, listening to the "da da da" sound of her high-heeled sandals walking on the oil-filled road, and he felt happy.

But only for a minute of pleasure, his heart cast a shadow again.

When passing by that patch of woods, I suddenly heard the tragic cries of crows in my ears. Fujiwara Xingkong turned his head and looked through the forest path. Watanabe's house was surrounded by people, and several police cars and ambulances were parked around it.

With the noise of the crowd, two stretchers covered with white cloth were carried out of the house and loaded onto the ambulance.

"Fujiwara..." Niijima looked at him worriedly, the expression on his face hesitated.

He has always been a very emotional person, and Niijima was really afraid that he would be impulsive and disrupt the current plan.

"Don't tell me, I have a sense of measure." Fujiwara Stars took a deep breath, let out a suffocating breath, stopped a taxi with expressionless expression, and went straight to Shugakuin Imperial Palace.

Ono Masayoshi prepared tea, and the three of them were drinking tea and talking as if they had met for the first time the day before yesterday.

The three-flowered little milk cat was also added to the meeting, lying on the tea table, and from time to time stretched out his paw and pulled the sleeve of the Fujiwara Starry sky. Occasionally, a butterfly flies in and dances in the Zen room full of tea fragrance.

After hearing the news of Watanabe and his son's death, Ono Masato's face moved slightly, and he whispered "The Curse of Death".

"This is Ibaraki's broken arm." Fujiwara Stars opened the wooden box and placed it on the tea table.

"Meow~~"

The Sanhua little milk cat looked at it curiously, trying to stretch out his paw to hook it out, and then Shinjima squeezed the nape of its neck with one hand and lifted it into his arms.

Both of these sisters like cats... Fujiwara Hoshizora glanced at her, then turned his gaze back to Ono Masato.

The great monk frowned and thought for a long time. It looked a little tangled, but in the end he showed a hearty smile and said: "Since the broken arm cannot sense the position of Rashomon, let's reproduce a living Rashomon with the broken arm. Isn’t the ghost just enough?"

Fujiwara Starry sky looked at him weirdly, "What should I do?"

"Can you trust me?"

"Fujiwara is naturally not alert to the master."

"That's it, leave it to me."

Fujiwara Xingkong still thinks about culture, but the great monk bowed his hands together and bowed to him slightly, "There is such a saying in Zen that it is not taught by others and does not establish words. It is directed at people's hearts, and when you see nature you become a Buddha."

Then he explained: "This sentence teaches us not to use words to explain or teach doctrines. Preachers do not establish words, and those who learn Buddhism do not follow words; the simplest and most effective way is to teach people. Promote Zen by example."

After speaking, Ono Masato got up and walked into the kitchen to prepare lunch.

Fujiwara Xingkong didn't have any buddhism, but he could probably understand what he meant, but he couldn't comprehend the Zen.

The lunch is still tofu, and the dishes are served with a set of exquisite lacquered ceramic bowls and chopsticks, just like the "famous utensils" used by famous warriors in those years.

While admiring the tableware in Niijima in awe, Ono Masato said first: "It's just fried tofu. Let's start, don't let it wait for a long time."

After speaking, he smiled heartily again.

After lunch, Ono Masato pressed a note to the bottom of a ceramic bowl, holding a wooden box with a broken arm, and said that he would leave the table to visit an old friend.

When Niijima really wanted to talk, Fujiwara Stars squeezed her palm, and she stopped talking, and the two watched the monk step out of the wooden door.

The sky was blue, and the stretched clouds were flying like cotton wool. In the bright summer sunshine, the three-flowered little milk cat squatted in front of the door, looking at the distant back.

"Meow~~"

The breeze blew in and lifted a corner of the note, and the writing on it was faintly visible.

[When you meet again, please kill me. ]

In the next few days, Ono Masato disappeared, but Kyoto was calm, nothing happened~www.ltnovel.com~ Fujiwara starry sky took Xinjima through the streets of Kyoto, every day. Finding a needle in the sea, repeating the futile search.

On the night of July 6, Yukino Risa called and said that the ship of Shinomiya Shipping would arrive at the outskirts of Tokyo Bay on the night of the 8th, and that she would board the ship with Shino Tsunomiya.

Hanging up the phone, Fujiwara starry sky leaned in front of the huge French window of the hotel, staring at the night of Kyoto outside.

In fact, destiny is like those brightly-lit buildings, transformed with the changes of the city, messy like a code hidden in the lights.

The gears made a "click" sound, and they were inlaid together. Once the gear is turned forward, it cannot be reversed. Time is the same, and people are the same. This is the rule set by the world.

Is it so cold to live in the big world and become an enemy?

Talking and laughing in the busy city came faintly in his ears, Fujiwara Starry sky was silent, and he felt weakly that the grief of all individuals seemed extremely small under this grand background.