The noble evil young lady

In fact, the upstairs is unique, the downstairs looks like a European-style decoration, but the upstairs is a classical Japanese-style decoration with extremely strong traditional colors, worthy of being a traditional Japanese aristocrat.

"It's here, the young master is inside."

After passing through dizzying Japanese-style sliding doors one after another, we reached the deepest part of the passage. There was a light inside the door, and two rows of girls in crimson kimonos stood in front of the door. There is a great symmetry between the left and the right, with a smile on the corner of the mouth, and the eyes are always down, and the voice is gentle and rainy, for fear of disturbing the people in the house.

Sora went straight to the sliding door, and immediately two girls in kimono opened the door for him. Their gentle movements and thoughtful manners made me secretly admire in my heart.

As soon as Kong stepped into the room, he knelt down in front of the bamboo curtain and said briefly: "Miss Fanfan is here."

When I saw the figure on the other side of the bamboo curtain, I suddenly paused. The voice that I was so familiar with finally sounded after I had been looking forward to it for a long time: "Let her in!"

I couldn't restrain my excitement at the door, the elegant and melodious voice stirred up ripples in my heart, I stepped in lightly, my steps were very light and slow, and as soon as I entered the door, I saw nothing. Sitting on the ground, with his head buried slightly, he couldn't look at each other.

In the traditional Japanese aristocrats, servants are absolutely not allowed to look directly at their masters, even through bamboo curtains. Unexpectedly, the Minamoto and Heiko families still keep this inhumane rule until now, and it is staged in front of me.

Just as I was debating whether to kneel and sit on the wooden floor like Kong, the person inside the bamboo curtain raised his hand slightly, signaling Kong to step back.

I noticed that the moment Sora got up, he quietly made a cheering gesture to me.

Does he really have such confidence that I will reconcile with Shu?

I shook my head self-deprecatingly, and when I turned around, I saw the long-lost figure. Sometimes I really hate that Japanese people hang bamboo curtains to block their sight, so that the sense of distance between people is very strong, especially in Japan. When the Heike family and the Yuan family were together, not only the sense of distance, but also the sense of status was quite strong.

Immediately, I seemed to feel that this bamboo curtain not only showed the level of status, but also separated me and Shu further and further. . .

At this time, I seemed very cautious, standing in front of the bamboo curtain for a while, not knowing what to do.

At this time, a sentence from Ten Yi suddenly echoed in my head: I hope you can make a real closure this time.

The real closure. . .Yeah?

In fact, my heart is still very tangled, I really want to see Shu, I really want to know how his illness is going, and I really want to know how he has been doing well in the past two years. . .

But in the end, these are all turned into my pretended alienation tone: "I heard that you are sick, very serious..."

The figure inside was still motionless. I waited for a long time but there was no answer. Only the ups and downs of his chest proved that he was still alive, and I couldn't see much else.

"How are you doing?"

I was finally impatient, I rushed forward, opened the bamboo curtain directly, and saw that familiar figure, my heartbeat seemed to speed up unconsciously, I blushed a little, but I immediately stabilized my mind and changed With a face, he yelled: "What on earth do you want!? If you don't want to see me, just say it, I'll just go. You are silent like this, what are you doing?!"

Shu seems to be much quieter, but the indifference exuding from his body still makes people afraid to approach him. Looking at his facial features, I can't help but sigh what kind of person can carve such exquisite facial features and such a good-looking appearance. Looking at me, I couldn't tell whether it was joy or anger in my eyes, and the aura inherent in me made me hesitate for a while.

"What are you doing here?"

I chuckled lightly, unable to tell what emotion was in my heart. It seemed that I was thinking too much about myself. The sentence "What are you doing here" really seemed to drag me into the ice cellar alive, and my heart Then it cooled down by half.

"It seems that you are fine, so that I don't have to feel guilty about your illness before, since you are sitting here healthy and healthy, it seems that I can go back to China with peace of mind."

After I said this sarcastically, I put down the bamboo curtain and was about to leave when someone grabbed my wrist suddenly, and bursts of pain came from my wrist.

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The next chapter may be a bit passionate, dear friends. . .