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Chapter 98 Is a Blind Man
In fact, whether it is a sensation or an enlightenment.

For the current author himself, nothing is more important than recovering quickly.

This was the first time he had the idea of ​​going out to see the scenery.

Looking from the small grille of the glass, there are only a few white clouds that occasionally float by inlaid on the blue sky.

Because of the angle, you can't even see the mottled sunlight through the leaves.

That's what spring is all about.

Suppress all the decadence, so that they can't breathe at all.

What is left is only the vigorous vitality and the vitality that keeps going upwards.

Kazuo Oshima has also been here a few times.

It can be seen that he hesitates to speak every time.

Maybe it's because the horse's mental state is still a little groggy.

He didn't have the heart to rush the manuscript too urgently.

Xiuzi also came several times.

Compared with that editor, Xiuzi's purpose may be more pure.

Boss Ito will deliver the prepared meals.

And maybe he talked to the first generation about the injury situation of the horse.

The letter from the first generation and the amulet she begged for were delivered by Boss Ito along with hot udon noodles shortly after.

In the letter, the first generation complained about Koma's carelessness.

At the same time, he also said that it might be because of the lack of amulets around the horse.

So she went out and asked for one.

Mrs. Ito was smiling as before.

She is always so gentle.

Just like meeting her in the first place.

Because the foal is a person and at the same time injured.

Just like a paralyzed person.

So Mrs. Ito was tidying up the room and doing the laundry.

"Oh, the smell of cherry blossoms has already drifted here."

After Mrs. Ito opened the window, the tip of her nose was soon covered by that scent.

However, there is not only one trace of this fragrance, but it is divided into several strands by the wind.

Some hung on the corner of the table, and some hung on the eaves.

After all, there will be some omissions.

They jumped and leaped high from the window sill, and then accidentally fell to the ground and smashed to pieces.

po~
Very crisp sound.

Shattered into pieces right in the middle of the room.

Agitated by the airflow, ripples generally spread in the room.

In a trance, the sheets and quilts were filled with the fragrance of flowers.

Ju was a little disappointed.

Before I knew it, so many people had already gathered around me.

They are like a series of high walls.

Protect this dying flame.

"Did the foal smell it?"

When Koma turned his head, he found Mrs. Ito smiling.

She did not know when to take out a small fan in her hand.

Like taking something out of the window, gently fanning it towards the room.

"I can smell it, it's very fragrant." The tip of Ju's nose was already covered with the fragrance of flowers.

"Cherry blossoms are the incarnation of spring." Mrs. Ito leaned against the window sill, pulling the fan in her hand: "It is the god of flowers."

After she looked at it for a while, the sunlight hit her face because of the change of angle.

Mrs. Ito put down her fan, put her hands together, and prayed silently.

In fact, other people are more inclined to believe in Mrs. Ito's belief than the one that Kuma said before that there are corpses buried under the cherry blossom trees.

When spring comes, the spirit of flowers will come down from Gaotianyuan, transform into cherry blossoms, and stand on the branches to look at the world.

In this way, whether the cherry blossoms bloom smoothly means whether the weather will be smooth and the crops will be plentiful this year.

After Mrs. Ito prayed for a while, she seemed a little pity: "It's just that the flowering period is too short."

Perhaps that is the case with cherry blossoms.

"Maybe it should have been that short."

"Does the horse know something?"

Mrs. Ito looked curiously at the horse lying on the side, but with his head raised high.

In fact, every era of neon has different interpretations for cherry blossoms.

But if you trace the source, you should be able to find it in the book called "Ancient Matters" at the earliest.

Looking at Mrs. Ito's expectant face under the sunlight, Koma said softly:
"In the legend, the ancestor of the Emperor of Heaven, the grandson of Amaterasu Omisami, was ordered to come to the world.

The mountain god Dashan Jinjian married his two daughters Shi Changji and Muhuakai Yeji to him.

Of the two daughters, the elder sister Shi Changji is ugly, but it symbolizes longevity.

The younger sister, Muhuakai Yeji, has a beautiful appearance and symbolizes prosperity. "

"So I guess, did he choose the younger sister, Muhuakai Yeji?"

Mrs. Ito is very smart.

I guessed it right away.

The horse nodded.

After that, Kou didn't continue to speak.

Without Ishi Changhime, who symbolizes longevity, the emperors who followed were basically short-lived generations.

So after that, people are endowed with two colors: prosperity and short life, to cherry blossoms.

It's like food.

Prosperity cannot be stored for long.

It's like life again.

Prosperous but not long-lived.

The sun was dyed bright red by the cherry blossoms.

But between the fluctuations, the petals quietly fell.

Then the sun shivered.

The bright red was starting to fade.

In the end, only the dazzling white was left.

Accompanied by a powerless and vain wind.

Those withered petals turned around and rolled over the window sill, and finally bumped and landed on the side of the bed.

In the house.

With a little bit of darkness, that kind of powder is actually a little more dazzling.

This kind of glare comes more from the fact that it will rot soon after, and then crumble and become a smear of dirt.

Mrs. Ito silently left the window sill as if she sensed something.

She looked like she was just a little emotional.

This quietly growing emotion made her a little sad.

Kou didn't speak, and silently avoided his gaze.

Perhaps no one is happy to let others know how they are when they are sentimental.

After all, this seems to make people feel hypocritical.

Mrs. Ito went downstairs without staying in the room for a while.

When he left, he gently closed the door, but left the window for Kuma.

After a while.

The sound of the sanxian came from the yard.

The sound of the piano is melodious and melodious.

Boss Ito praised his wife before.

"My wife's shamisen has always been very good."

But never heard her play it.

Right now, those petals turned into snowflakes and fell down.

What is heard in the sound of the piano is more about the memory of the deceased.

In the evening, when Boss Ito came to deliver the meal, he specially stayed in the room for a while.

Shut the open window, lest the coolness of a spring evening find a place to spill it unscrupulously.

"Today, did you hear that?"

Boss Ito suddenly turned his head and asked.

"Is it the piano?"

Boss Ito nodded heavily: "Yes."

"It sounds good."

"Good to hear."

The horse's expression was very sincere.

But Boss Ito doesn't care.

He needs more of an affirmative answer.

"Then, Madam doesn't seem to play it very often."

"That's why it looks even more precious."

"Where did Madam learn to play the piano?"

Ju was a little curious about what happened before.

"She doesn't like to mention this matter." Boss Ito's eyes were a little weird, and then he thought for a while and said, "It's a blind person."

(End of this chapter)