[Net King] The end of no fruit

On Saturday, Yui Hashimoto's birthday party came as scheduled.Wearing the purple kimono sent by someone unknown, Hosokawa was standing at the door of Yui Hashimoto's house in a daze.

It can't be called a home, but a shrine that can't be more serious.Just standing quietly in front of the vermilion torii gate of the shrine, a kind of quaint atmosphere rushed towards me, as if from the time and space thousands of years ago.She had fantasized about what the shrine of Yui Hashimoto's family would look like countless times, but she had never imagined such a gorgeous scene.

Such an eye-catching shrine must be well-known nearby.However, she doesn't seem to know the name of the shrine yet.

"This shrine has no name."

An old and soft voice suddenly rang in her ears, and Cheng Hosokawa turned around in some horror, only to find an old woman who was only as tall as her eyebrows, dressed in a red and white priestess costume.The old lady's hair was already grey, but her eyes that were originally full of spirit were squeezed into two black slits by mottled wrinkles.She smiled very gently, with a natural affinity, but also an indescribable sense of distance.

"Hello!" Hosokawa Cheng quickly bowed to the old woman, she knew that this old woman was not just an ordinary witch.

"You are Cheng Hosokawa, right? I am Yui's grandma, and I often hear your name from Yui!" The old lady with a kind smile said to Hosokawa Cheng familiarly, "You don't have to be so unfamiliar, call me My mother-in-law Hashimoto is fine."

"Ah, it's...Grandma Hashimoto..." Sumire Hosokawa responded a little awkwardly, then stopped talking, and followed the old woman up the stairs.

At the end of May, the weather has turned hot.Hosokawa Sumori took out a handkerchief from his handbag, and wiped the fine beads of sweat on his forehead due to non-stop walking.However, the old woman in front of her never slowed down. Looking at her relaxed appearance, Hosokawa Cheng was too embarrassed to stop on the spot, so he had no choice but to bear the weight of his legs and continue walking upwards.

Surrounding the steps are clusters of dense jungle, and occasionally a group of birds can be seen fluttering from the bushes to the sky.The sky is very blue, and the sunlight is not too strong. The fresh blue and the vibrant green reflect each other, which is very beautiful. This is the beauty that Hosokawa Sumisi, who grew up in the city since he was a child, has never seen before.

Just as Hosokawa was admiring the beautiful scenery around him in amazement, Granny Hashimoto stopped in front of her suddenly.Hosokawa Sumis stopped quickly, only to find that they had already reached the main hall of the shrine.

Granny Hashimoto turned her head, smiled and said to Hosokawa Summi: "Miss Hosokawa, go in quickly, don't make Yui wait..."

"Ah... oh... that, thank you!" Hosokawa Sumire hastily bowed to Grandma Hashimoto, and when she lifted her body, she met the old woman's open purple eyes.Different from the cloudy eyes of the old man that Summi Hosokawa usually sees, they are a pair of cool and clear eyes, which is not something that an old man who is over half a century old can have at all.Those clear purple eyes seemed to be able to see through Hosokawa's body and see through her soul.

"Yui, she is not suitable to be your friend." The old woman said to a blue-haired girl in a priestess costume.

"Why? Grandma, are you sick? What nonsense are you talking about!" The girl's voice revealed a trace of concern, and it was obvious that she didn't believe the old lady.

"No... Yui, if you insist on being friends with her, you..."

Half of the old man's body was buried in the shadows, and her face couldn't be seen clearly.

"Miss Hosokawa? Miss Hosokawa?" The voice in his ear made Cheng Hosokawa blink blankly, and then he saw Granny Hashimoto's concerned face in red and white shrine maiden costume.

"Ah...it's okay, then I'll go in first..."

Cheng Hosokawa replied blankly, and hurried into the main hall. After she avoided the sight of Granny Hashimoto, she realized that her hands had already become cold and her back was covered with cold sweat.

The scene just now seemed familiar, just like the dreams she had experienced.

In the huge main hall, a group of boys and girls dressed in kimonos were crowded, but at this moment, they were just talking and laughing softly, without disturbing the solemnity of the main hall at all.

The girl in purple kimono stood alone at the door, looking confused, not knowing what she was thinking.

Granny Hashimoto suddenly felt a sense of oppression just now, and those hallucinations that appeared in her mind just now... very real, as if it really happened...

"Hosokawa, this kimono suits you very well."

Hosokawa Sumori raised her head abruptly, and found the figure of a black-haired boy standing in front of her at some point.He was wearing a dark blue kimono, although the color was a bit dark, but it made him exude a gentle and elegant temperament that was different from the classmates around him.

When Hosokawa Sumire saw Shibuichi Hiratani, he was inappropriately stunned for a moment.She never thought that a boy could wear a solid-colored kimono so well, so...attractive.

She stroked the hair in front of her forehead that had been styled into slanted bangs, and replied somewhat uncomfortably, "Mmm...thank you..."

Looking down at the ground again, she realized that Hiratani Sheichi was almost a head taller than her.When he first started school, he was only about half a head taller than her...

Thinking in this way, Hosokawa Sumire raised his head again, staring at Shibuichi Hiratani's black hair that naturally fell on his forehead, which turned into a light golden brown at some point in her eyes.What would Tezuka look like if he wore this kimono?

Tezuka is still slightly taller than Shibuichi Hiratani, and his hair is not as smooth as Shibuichi Hiratani's, and the ends of his hair are slightly turned upside down. Compared with Shibuichi Hiriya's fair skin, his skin is more cream-colored...

No, why did she think of Tezuka at this time!It's really, really embarrassing...

Hosokawa Cheng pursed his lips, and just as he regained his senses, he heard a burst of exclamation from around, it turned out that no one noticed her at all, that's great

Up...

She followed everyone's line of sight, and saw a girl in a water-blue kimono walking out slowly. Her dark blue hair, which was usually loose, was tied up, revealing a face that had lost a lot of weight recently, with a glowing glow. A little haggard.

Hosokawa Sumi understood why everyone was amazed, because Hashimoto Yui in a kimono revealed a gentle temperament that was completely different from the usual activeness, as if she was a lady from the Heian-kyo period.

"Yui, like Xi Yan in "The Tale of Genji"..."

Hosokawa Cheng murmured, but Hiratani Sheichi beside him laughed lightly, and said, "I think she is more like Rokujo Goshisho..."

Shibuichi Hiratani's answer made Hosokawa Summi stunned for a moment. She never thought that this young man had also read "The Tale of Genji". After all, this book is indeed a bit boring for boys.Moreover, Hashimoto Yui has nothing in common with the Rokujo Imperial Palace, why...

Before Hosokawa Cheng could figure it out, Shibuka Hiratani began to explain: "Rokujo Goshisho is the woman who has the deepest affection for Guangyuan in the whole work, and even killed other women for Guangyuan's sake. This...desperate character, That’s where Yui Hashimoto resembles her.”

Desperate... Summi Hosokawa suddenly remembered the unfamiliar appearance of Yui Hashimoto in the physical fitness test that day.The phantom just now gradually emerged again.

"I'm not for Ah Cheng...I'm for Mr. Pinggu." The girl lowered her head, her dark blue hair fell naturally, blocking her face.

"Yui?" The old lady called her name in a surprised tone.

"She is someone Pinggu Jun likes... How could I... How could I hurt her again..." The girl's sobs sounded in the empty space.

She leaned against the wall of the corridor, stretched out her right hand and covered her lips vigorously, her lake-green eyes were widened, trying not to let herself make a sound.Tears flowed down his face unconsciously, passed through his fingers, and reached his mouth.

Tasteless.

The author has something to say: "The Tale of Genji", a very beautiful book.What I am reading now is Feng Zikai’s translation, and there should be Lin Wenyue’s version.