[Inuyasha] Looking back at Chaoshan Heng

A monk stood inside the door, dressed in the Shingon monk's robes and long brown robes.He nodded to me, with a gentle smile on his old but hale face: "Is the benefactor here to stay overnight?"

I nodded, and chose one of the cloth notes I had written long ago: [Excuse me, who are you? ]

He showed a slightly surprised expression, looked down at the words on the cloth, and then looked at me carefully, "I'm just a monk in a nearby temple, and this family..." He said and turned around, "Please come in first stop."

This family is neither big nor small. Judging from the surrounding environment, it should belong to a commoner family with better conditions.

The entrance is a typical Heshi courtyard. Behind the stone steps and roof tiles, a cherry blossom tree grows very eye-catchingly in the garden.

It is March at this time, and the branches of early cherry blossoms are also embellished with the first pink bloom.Most of the trunk is covered by the houses in front, and the corolla is filled with the fragrance of half a small garden, just like what I felt on the street before, the flowers are full of vitality.

A woman was sitting at a stone table on the side of the courtyard, reaching out to pick up things on the table one by one.The monk who led the way called "Xiuzi", and the woman looked up and said, "Brother, haven't you left already?...Eh, this is a guest?"

On the blue-gray rock table, there was a half-closed remnant chess set.You can faintly see the corner of the black and white pieces that are lukewarm but hanged, because the rest of the pieces have been put into the box, and it is impossible to get a glimpse of the overall situation.

Both of them turned their gazes to me, I pulled out another piece of cloth, and bowed at the same time: [Excuse me, my name is Liang, I am a guest here, please take care of me. ]

The woman named Xiuzi reacted for a moment, quickly put down the chess in her hand, and saluted: "You are welcome, I am Xiuzi, this is my elder brother who is practicing in Dongchan Temple, and his Dharma name is Yuantong."

Round... pass?

After repeating this name ten times silently in my heart, I finally managed to put on a calm face.

I seem to feel the malicious malice from STO, SF, Zhongfeng, Yunda, Huitong Quanfeng, especially the home delivery master.

Hideko is a typical Japanese woman of this era, who just turned thirty this year.The husband is a shop owner who runs a small business, and the elder brother is a monk practicing in a temple.There are four children in his family, two boys and two girls. The oldest one can already help her husband run the shop, and the youngest one has just been weaned.

"This big event only happens once every three years. Every time like this, there are a lot of people coming to the city..." Xiuzi spread out the brand-new bedding while talking about different topics, "But like It's really rare for Ryo to come here alone, is there anyone Ryo is waiting to meet?"

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded.In the most victorious communication, it was said that Narakurang met me by the riverside at the foot of the mountain after I had watched the market situation.Most likely, they have some new plans, but they are too lazy to come here because they hate this place.

There was some curiosity in her eyes, "Who is Liang? Family? Or husband-in-law?"

This self-cooked speed is a little faster, right?

I am a little uncomfortable and don't know how to answer.The other party seemed to take my silence as a dilemma.I don't know what aspect I thought of, but I didn't continue to ask.As she chattered around, the room was tidied up.

"This room was originally slept by two girls from my family. Because there are many visitors at this time, half of them were cleaned up. Except for you, my girls sleep in the outer room. They are all at a sensible age and will not make trouble at night. Please Don't worry though."

I thanked her and handed over the third cloth:

[Thank you so much.I want to go outside and have a look. Do you know any famous shops and restaurants nearby? ]

Walking on the street with people coming and going, there are various hawkers yelling and passers-by talking in my ears.That kind of human-specific breath is light and complicated, intertwined and distinct, filling my senses. It is a real bustle and noise that belongs to ordinary people.

Thinking about it carefully, it has been a long time since I had such an experience.Like ordinary people in this era, walking on such a road paved with stones and loess, surrounded by this unique atmosphere and bustle, is also a kind of pleasure, a feeling of life.

There was an external momentum suddenly approaching from the rear side, the body brushed sideways before consciousness, and lost weight at the waist at the same time.I sighed softly, almost all the practice in the past few years came from actual combat, and my body has already become a conditioned reflex for many subtle things.

It was indeed a child who bumped into him, with half-shaven hair and a thin and flexible body.I grabbed the child's wrist and pulled it forward, and with the other hand, I took out my purse from his cuff, which was half stuffed and half leaking.

No matter in which era or place, some things always seem to be more or less the same.

Before he stuffed all the purse into his sleeve pocket, he grabbed the fabric and came out.To my surprise, another light caramel-colored sachet fell out together.

I smelled an indescribable faint fragrance, like flowers, but also like many kinds of mixed medicines, mixed with a strange breath.

During this period, the skinny little boy kept trying to struggle and fight, muttering some obscenities with an accent, but he didn't pose any threat.In the end, I wrapped my hands around and got entangled behind my back together.

His strength is still too small.

Most of the people around were attracted by the movement here, pointing and discussing.After all, humans are naturally lively creatures, and even a man next to me asked me if I should send this boy to Xingpen Town.

At this moment, someone outside the crowd stumbled into a person, just as he stood firm, he slapped the boy with a "slap".Then he picked up the sachet from the ground, stuffed it into the boy's slightly opened skirt, and then turned around, "Girl, I'm really sorry..."

After the boy was slapped, he fell silent almost instantly.I glanced at him, looked up at the middle-aged man in his forties, and shook my head slightly.

When the passers-by saw the Lord coming, it seemed that there was no other conflict, and most of them dispersed spontaneously.Few people were still watching, but the man acted like no one else was there. After deeply appreciating his head, he said a few more words:

"My child has had dementia since he was a child, and he always looks like this when he has an attack. Please don't worry too much, don't worry too much..."

Looking at it now, the quiet boy was now being held in the arms of the middle-aged man, with an almost dull expression on his face.Compared with the extremely violent struggle and resistance before, it seemed to be another person.

Finally, I waved my hand, put away my purse, and turned to leave.

The author has something to say: I admit that Master Yuantong is my spoof... The name Wu Neng passed by silently.

A few days ago, I showed my friends the latest chapter, and then talked about the plot.

Me: I think my heroine fully proves that survival in ancient times has nothing to do with force.

Jiyou: ...well, it depends on who you hang out with if you are having a good time.

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Suddenly, I felt that the nest machine oil is good chicken juice!Engine oil Ni is often obviously a funny than suddenly so deep, we must record it!

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After reading this paragraph, Jiyou said softly: In the end, the author has something to say, you know too much...

Me: Σ(oдolll)! ! !