My Girlfriend Hiratsuka Shizuo

"I didn't say anything, just..."

Hiratsuka Jing sat cross-legged on the sofa, Bai Nen's feet were exposed to the air like that, a trace of panic flashed in Qiandao's eyes, but he quickly calmed down.Chi asked, "Do you have any plans for the Menglan Pen Festival?"

Hiratsuka Jing basically knew about Qiandao Mingxin's affairs. This is his hometown, and he doesn't need to migrate home like others.

When she was very young, her parents died, the older generation of her grandparents walked earlier, and she had no relatives, so she was completely alone - of course, these were all told to her by Qiandao Mingxin, no lies, all truths.

Then, in this case, she can naturally pull Qiandao Mingxin to Hiratsuka's house for the festival without any scruples.However, it is still necessary to ask, what if you don't want to go to Hiratsuka's house to celebrate the Meng Lanpen Festival?This is not the new year.

"Arrangements for the Meng Lanpen Festival?"

Qiandao Ming was stunned for a moment, and smiled: "Didn't you say, go shopping with you, watch the fireworks display, and..."

Confess to you and officially establish the relationship!

Qiandao Mingxin didn't say the following words, but Hiratsuka Shizuo understood, and gave him a blushing look, and said, "These are just play scenes, what are you doing?"

This guy is teasing me again, damn, damn, obviously not funny, but also pretending to be old, I will not be fooled, no, absolutely not...

business?

Qian Daoming pondered, thinking about the meaning of Menglanpen Festival in neon, and then looked at Xiaojing, wondering: "Xiaojing, do you mean to pay homage to the deceased?"

The Obon Festival is the top three major festivals in neon. The festival falls on the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month every year.

It should be noted that, in a certain sense, the Zhongyuan Festival belongs to Taoism, the Obon Festival belongs to Buddhism, and the ancestor worship festival in July belongs to the folk secular - the neon was introduced in the flying bird era, because neon Buddhism is more popular, so this Holidays are taken seriously.

Ullambana is the transliteration of Sanskrit "ullambana", which originally means "rescue hanging upside down". Buddhist scriptures say that the suffering of the deceased is like hanging upside down and should be rescued as soon as possible.

Meng Lanpen Festival is the day of salvation.

Legend has it that Sakyamuni had a disciple named Mulian, who was famous for his filial piety.

And Mulian's mother, Mrs. Qingti, has money but is greedy and greedy. She slaughtered livestock every day while her son was out, and cooked and chewed a lot.

After his death, he was cast into the realm of hungry ghosts and was punished by torture.

Mulian dreamed that his mother was suffering in hell, and he couldn't bear it, but because of his mother's sins during her lifetime, he could not get out of the realm of hungry ghosts.

Mulian was helpless and prayed to the Buddha.

The Buddha instructed Mulian to set up the Ullambana on the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, and use the power of the monks of the ten directions to feed the mother.

According to the Buddha's instructions, Mulian let his mother escape from a hungry ghost and turn into an animal, and she was born into a dog.Afterwards, Mulian recited the scriptures for seven days and seven nights for him, so that his mother escaped from the dog's body and entered the realm of heaven, as well as the status of Asura...

This story tells us about the importance of backstage... ugh, wrong!Since then, there has been the Meng Lanpen Festival on the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month.

In the legend of Neon, this day is also the day when the deceased relatives go home and reunite with their families. They have to stay with their families for three days, and then leave after three days.

But these are religious legends, and the stories may not be accurate, but that doesn't really matter.

The important thing is that the Meng Lanpen Festival is a statutory rest day for Neon. Every year on the [-]th day of the eighth month of the Gregorian calendar (neon has been revised), there is a week off for everyone to go home and reunite with their deceased relatives.

Every year at this time of year, the population of big cities such as Tokyo and Osaka is greatly reduced, and the traffic is particularly heavy, and they are all running to their hometowns.There is a special word in neon newspapers to describe this phenomenon, 'the great migration of the whole nation' - the neon version of the Spring Festival of the Celestial Dynasty.

Of course, Qiandao Mingxin's hometown is here.

In those days, according to the tradition, one had to eat vegetarian food, and Qiandaoya had to close its doors.

So Shizuo Hiratsuka happily agreed after receiving instructions from his mother--when he went back by himself, it would be cruel to leave Qiandao-kun alone at home with the 'dead'!Woo~, no, let Qiandao-kun and I go home for the holidays, there is absolutely no other meaning...

"This is just one point. What I'm asking is is there any other business? If not... come to my house! Of course, this is what my mother invited you, I didn't force it..."

Hiratsuka Shizu blushed and glared at Qiandao Mingxin, this guy is obviously very smart!Why are you stupid now?

Qiandao Mingxin, as an authentic Chinese, thought that there were other important things about the Meng Lanpen Festival, and was still wondering if there was something he had forgotten.

Hearing Xiaojing's words, he was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that it was like this, and said with a chuckle: "Aunt invited, of course to go, I was thinking that Xiaojing will not go back..."

I thought the information I had inquired a few days ago was wrong!

Although the Meng Lanpen Festival is a festival to reunite with the dead, it is not a sad festival. Neon people traditionally regard death as life, but they will happily hold many activities at that time, such as traditional dance festivals, carrying sedan chairs. Parades, various open-air stalls, snacks, fireworks, mountain burning…

In fact, it was a joyous day, similar to the sacrifices spent in Itoshou Town.

——The family should be happy when they come back to reunite, even the deceased. This is not disrespect, but a manifestation of attention.

Each country's festivals are different in each country. You can dislike it, but you are not qualified to evaluate it, let alone interfere.

Meng Lanpen Festival is only two days away, soon.

At that time, Qiandao Mingxin will worship the original owner and the original owner's parents, sprinkle water, sweep the tomb, and set off lights... This is his promise to the original owner, and it is the only thing he can do for him.

"Okay, we will spend the Meng Lanpen Festival at your house, and we will go back to my house in the next two days."

Hiratsuka Jing is worried that Qiandao Mingxin will pay tribute to his parents, and Qiandao-kun must be very sad then!She decided to spend the day with Qiandao-jun, telling him that you are no longer alone, you still have me.

After speaking, looking at Qiandao Mingxin's still wet hair, Xiaojing lightly took the blower, pulled him over, leaned on her thigh, and carefully and gently blowing his hair...

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ps: Mengxin asks for tickets! (There will be another chapter later (.?ω?.)ノ?, first post half of it and try to earn some clicks...()

Chapter 165 Chapter 150 Chapter [-] Sacrifice

The Meng Lanpen Festival is here. It rained a little in the morning, and it was overcast. The sun did not reappear until noon.

There were fewer pedestrians on the street. Half of the food stores on Xiaoxi Street were closed, and many people went back.Yesterday afternoon, Yu, Kako and the others returned to Itoshou Town.

And Itoshou Town experienced a meteorite impact, and most of the town was destroyed. A new big crater appeared next to Itoshou Lake, and it will not be restored within a few hundred years.

The government decided that there was no need for further restoration of Itomori Town, and rebuilt a residential area for Itomoru Town on the edge of the town outside of Itomoru Town.

Under the natural disaster, the cemetery in Itoshou Town was not damaged because it was in a relatively high position, so Xi and Kako had to go back to pay homage to their deceased relatives.

At ten o'clock, Xi sent two photos, one of her and Kako's group photo, and Satoshi showed a smiling head on the edge.

The background of the photo is a dense cemetery, the sky is bright sunshine, and other people can be seen walking around the cemetery to worship.

The other is a group photo of her with Kako, Mitsuha, and Yotsuba.

It doesn't look like it's raining over there.

It is obviously the same county, but the weather on both sides is very different!Two days ago, Mrs. Sanliang also came back and took Xiaoying back.

After the rain stopped, Qiandao Mingxin changed into simpler clothes, and together with Xiaojing, brought tools and flowers, and walked towards the cemetery - the Neon City Cemetery is not concentrated in one place, but distributed in many places. It is integrated into the residential area, like a small park, and you may encounter it when you walk.

After 10 minutes, we arrived at the cemetery.

Not long after Qiandao Mingxin came, he found out the cemetery of the original owner's parents, and he also came to pay homage at that time.

The cemetery is located near the sea. Outside the cemetery is a high cliff. You can overlook Tokyo Bay. It is a good place. You can also hear the sound of the waves hitting the shore.

Qiandao Mingxin walked to the entrance of the cemetery, first bowed to the small Buddhist altar at the entrance, and informed the guardian Buddha of the cemetery that they were disturbing, then took out a white envelope and stuffed it into the small Buddhist alcove, which contained incense money— This cemetery belongs to a temple.Neon Buddhist temples have a high status, do not need to pay taxes, and enjoy freehold land rights.

In the end, Qiandao Mingxin stopped in front of three adjacent tombstones, two of which had names and photos, and the third was still empty.

Looking at the three tombstones, Qiandao Mingxin fell silent, put down the tools and flowers in his hand, and took them out one by one.

First, use a small shovel to clean up the weeds around the three tombstones, then go to the small Buddhist altar before and bring back a small bucket of water, and wipe the tombstones with a rag.

During this period, Shizuka Hiratsuka just watched, this kind of work is the privilege of the family.

"Is this your parents Qiandao-kun? Your mother is so beautiful, it's no wonder that Qiandao-kun, you are so beautiful..." Hiratsuka Jing praised.

Qiandao Mingxin glanced at the two photos and nodded: "Thank you."

This is thanks to the original owner.

The original owner's mother is really beautiful, with a melon-shaped face, wearing a kimono, with her hair tucked behind her head, with a calm and natural expression, a standard Showa-era woman, not bad even compared to Mrs. Sanliang; and the original owner's father is a traditional neon izakaya. The chef is very ordinary, tall and thin, and his expression seems a little cramped.

The names of the two are Qiandao Ryoko and Qiandao Dingjiu, and the people in the photo look very young...

Hiratsuka Jing looked at the two photos, and then looked at Qiandao Mingxin, suddenly stunned, and then looked back at the two photos, and suddenly felt a sense of discord - why does it seem that Qiandao-kun and his parents are not at all similar?illusion?

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Shizuo Hiratsuka decided not to say anything. He must have misunderstood it. It is normal for children to be different from their parents, probably...

After weeding, wipe the tombstones clean, put the purchased flowers in front of the two tombstones, then face the two tombstones, put your hands together, and give a shallow salute.

After finishing, packing up the tools again, Qiandao Mingxin whispered to Hiratsuka Jing: "Let's go, we're going back."

"Wait a minute, I'm here, and of course I have to greet my uncle and aunt. It's polite."

Shizuo Hiratsuka smiled and shook his head, stood between the two tombstones, folded his hands, closed his eyes, and spoke silently.

Half a minute later, Shizuo Hiratsuka opened his eyes, as if he was relieved, his eyes turned into moon shoots with a smile.

Qiandao Mingxin asked, "What did you tell them?"

Shizuo Hiratsuka shook his head and smiled: "I won't tell you, okay, we're going back."

This time, Shizuo Hiratsuka took the initiative to push Akira Qiandao away.

There were also other people in the cemetery, most of whom waited until the rain stopped, and the silent cemetery gradually became more noisy.

When she finally left the cemetery, Shizuo Hiratsuka looked back at the two tombstones, and she made a silent promise in her heart just now.

Back at Qiandaoya, Qiandao Mingxin placed a small altar in front of the Buddhist altar at home, lit lamps, and placed flowers, water, tributes, cakes, biscuits, fruits, etc., so that the deceased could return home and have a place to live and eat. The thing that the original owner's spiritual position was taken away by Qiandao Mingxin last night.When Xiaojing saw him, he couldn't stop suspecting that he had a mental problem.

During this period, Hiratsuka Shizuya just sat on the futon next to him and watched, watching Qiandao Mingxin meticulously perform sacrifices.

There are also cucumbers with four legs inserted with wood chips on the altar, which are 'ghost horses', for the deceased to ride quickly to the home; when the deceased return to Huangquan, they have to be replaced with four-legged eggplants, which are 'ghost cows' ', for the deceased to bring more offerings back.

When everything was done, Qiandao Mingxin folded his hands again, gave a shallow salute again, then got up, waited for Hiratsuka Shizuya to bow, picked up the Meng Lanpen Festival lantern bought yesterday, went downstairs, and hung it at the door of Qiandaoya .

In fact, soul lanterns should be lit, but Xiaoxi Street is not allowed to light open flames, so it was replaced by lanterns.

Hiratsuka Jing stood beside him and said puzzled: "Qiandao-kun, shouldn't the soul lamp be turned on at night?"

The breeze blew through Xiaoxi Street, Qiandao Mingxin took a deep breath, looked at the old-fashioned decorations in Qiandao House, smiled and shook his head: "No, let's go to your house, don't make your uncle and aunt wait too long."

Shizuo Hiratsuka said in surprise: "Qiandao-kun, you don't stay overnight to reunite with your loved ones!"

Qiandao Mingxin shook his head and chuckled, "No need, they will be reunited."

He exhaled a long breath, looked up at the sky, his eyes became far-reaching, as if he was about to see another world...

Hiratsuka Shizuo: "???"

She didn't understand, but Qiandao Mingxin didn't let her ask, and went straight into the house, so she had to keep up.

Hiratsuka Shizuo always felt that Qiandao-kun today was weird, but he couldn't tell where it was. In the end, it could only be attributed to Qiandao-kun thinking of his deceased parents today, and he was in a bad mood.