[Comprehensive] On how I got lost

Gentle breeze, gurgling water, the yard is quiet and peaceful.

Xinghe sat kneeling on the promenade, the eaves blocked the light cast by the sun, the dividing line between light and dark just fell three inches in front of his knees, this is an excellent place, full of the blazing heat of the sun and the hidden coldness of the shadows , Xinghe's mind sank in a quiet and clean place.

He is not interested in everything outside, he doesn't like the low wooden houses, he doesn't like the pedestrians whispering, even the blue square curtains hanging on the wooden poles in the restaurant to invite customers are disgusted.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga approached slowly from the side, "Since you're bored, why don't you go out for a stroll."

"do not like."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga sat down next to Xinghe, his sitting posture was casual, one standing upright, the other bent, with one hand supporting the wooden board, if there was a slender wine bottle, it would be more suitable for Fengliujing, "Speaking of it, if I know you, then I will I haven't seen anything you like"

"Oh, by the way, you should like to get out of here."

But soon he refuted his statement, "No, if you want to leave early, you won't sit here in a daze."

"You really don't like anything."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga still closed his eyes tightly, his brows were furrowed as if he was angry all the time, but this is the normal state of blind people, I can only say that his acting skills are really good, and since he entered Yoshiya's house, he never Never opened my eyes.

Every moment, frightened or happy, never opened.

He had a good appearance, and when he met a woman who pitied him, he would always tell his false past, with a sad air of a hero's end, which caused the woman to sigh softly.

He said he was looking for information.

Xinghe was noncommittal about this.

"Have you finished your information?"

It's rare that he doesn't need to pick up the shamisen, Xinghe just wants to enjoy this piece of cleanliness to himself.

"Have a clue."

"However, I'm more interested in Xinghe than the news. After all, we've been together for a long time. Apart from knowing the name, I don't seem to have anything to do with each other."

"Is there anything you want to tell me? I'm completely sincere to you."

"No."

Xinghe sat quietly on his knees, if Tsurumaru Kuniang didn't bother him, he could sit here forever, until he became a statue and then turned into dust.

A hurried footstep approached, very light and dense, like a woman's.

Sure enough, a woman's voice sounded timidly, "My lord, my lord, I see your enemy."

The news that Tsurumaru Kuninaga passed on to the women was that his family was murdered by the enemy, and he turned white all night. It was originally a nonsense word that was spread casually, but he didn't expect to get extra gains.

Xinghe heard the sound of Tsurumaru Kuninaga's clothes rubbing against each other when he got up, and his footsteps gradually moved away. After a while, he came back and sat next to Xinghe again, "There is a good show to begin."

"Aren't you going to do something? I have been preparing for the opening ceremony for a long time."

"No, it's not a wonderful time yet."

"Galaxy You"

"Trouble, please be quiet for a while."

"Your skills are already impeccable, just"

Yoshiya Reishiro paused, "It seems that he is still not emotionally strong enough."

"Compared to ordinary people, the improvement of skills can still satisfy them, but for a talented person like you, it is really a pity if you can't get a glimpse of the supreme realm as soon as you climb to the top."

He said this very politely. The current music masters, in addition to skills, also emphasize emotional integration, and believe that purely indifferent mechanical music cannot move people's hearts.

Even if someone in the far west proposes that music has nothing to do with emotion, philosophy, ideas, or beliefs, and is just the vibration of pure musical instruments, but this is too far away for Japan, which is still in the period of seclusion.

"I don't understand."

"The way of emotion is too far away for me, and I can't get started without exhausting my mind."

"I may be born stupid. The so-called talent really cannot be applied to me."

Xinghe sat in front of Reishiro Yoshiya with his shamisen in his arms, and he said a few more words to this ordinary person.

"Hahaha." Yoshiya Lingshiro laughed, "You are really underestimating yourself."

"I have practiced this skill since I was a child, and I dare not boast of my eyesight, but I do have some insight into people."

"It's not that you can't touch the way of affection, but you have frozen it in your mind."

Reishiro Yoshiya has typical drooping corners of his eyes, and when he looks at people, he has a little more compassion, "I thought that during this period of time, I could relieve your troubles, but I didn't expect that your defenses are so deep."

"It's not as good as three feet of freezing in winter."

"No such thing."

"I"

"It's just that I'm not good at expressing it by nature."

Yoshiya Reishiro opened the topic in a considerate manner, "Speaking of which, there is a performance today, I wonder if you can escort me there."

"of course."

This is not Xinghe's first trip with Yoshiya Reishiro. After the attack of the black ship, Masahiro Abe, in order to come up with a perfect idea, represented the shogunate to seek opinions from the daimyos of the vassal vassals, and had an audience with the emperor. The daimyos who have been idle for a long time and have been oppressed by the shogunate for a long time They found that they regained the right to speak in government affairs, and their hearts were ready to move. If the above is like this, the undercurrent will naturally surge below.

In the countryside, there are a lot more right and wrong on the road.

Yoshiya Reishiro hurried to the theater, and Xinghe followed behind with the wrapped shamisen in his arms.

There are more and more ronin with knives on the road, but this is the Aizu Domain after all. For generations, the Matsudaira family has served as the feudal lord to guard the capital. The military is strong, and the local law and order is relatively calm.

Maybe not.

A slutty knife-wielding ronin suddenly stood in the way, with a frivolous face and frivolous affection between his brows. Just as he was saying something to Reishiro Kishiya who was stopped by him, he saw a young man behind him flashing away, and appeared from behind like a ghost. Moving forward, before he had time to react, he faintly felt a soft and cold silk thread tied around his neck.

Then the person holding the string tightened suddenly, and the Ronin was pulled forward, and then the person slammed on his right neck, and Ronin's vision fell into darkness.

All this happened too fast.

Before Lingshiro Kishiya could finish the word "Xinghe", the ronin blocking the way had already fallen.

"That is"

"The strings." Xinghe spread out his palms, and the strings lay quietly in his palms.

"I broke a string during the last practice, so I stayed."

"Why don't you use a knife?" Reishiro Yoshiya asked.

"There are many ways to hurt people, and you don't have to use a knife."

Faced with this other secret, Yoshiya Reishiro stopped the topic in a timely manner.

At first glance, the two people who stayed at his house looked like one was good and the other was incomplete.

Looking at it now, they are all blind, one is blind and the other is blind.

Those who are blind cannot see the path under their feet, and those who are blind cannot see the future.

There was no more trouble on the road, and Reishiro Yoshiya took Xinghe to the theater.

Yoshiya Reishirou led Xinghe into the backstage, he went to change his clothes, Xinghe untied the shamisen wrapped in cloth under the stage.

Putting his fingertips on the pulley, he casually fiddled with a few quiet and simple melodies. The young man sat upright like a god on the cloud, looking down at the world.

The woman passing by whispered, asking what kind of identity this new boy is, how could he be more attractive than Chunshen.

From time to time, there was a burst of sad sighs, as if they were melancholy because they could not get closer.

There was no disturbance in the performance, but when he was about to leave, Reishiro Yoshiya hurriedly nodded to the girls who were huddled together outside the door, "My heart is pure, I hope you will look back."

Xinghe wrapped the shamisen, stood up and left indifferently, "Let's go."

Yoshiya Reishiro smiled apologetically at the girls, "Let's go."

That night Yoshiya Lingshiro received a bunch of letters and handed them to Xinghe, "It was more popular than I expected."

"Is it really the young Muai?"

"Is it a love letter?"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who said he didn't care at all, went out early in the morning, as if he was asking where the newcomer Fusangshen was staying, and didn't come back until night.

As soon as he entered the door, he turned his head sideways and seemed to be listening to the sound of the letter falling to the ground. "I heard servants talking about this along the way, saying that there is a handsome musician in such a small place, which has attracted the hearts of women."

"However, Xinghe's age is also considered an adult, but the ceremony of Yuanfu is a little less formal."

"But as far as age is concerned, it's okay to have a relationship that you love and I want."

Xinghe didn't say a word, letting the two joke around.

boring.

It was late at night, and Tsurumaru Kuninaga and Xinghe returned to the bedroom together. Because the two walked together at the beginning, they were companions by default. In addition, the blind man played by Tsurumaru Kuninaga needed help in life, so naturally he arranged a room for them. house.

"As I expected, the new Fusangshen here is Yamato Shou'an."

Seeing Xinghe looking at him, Tsurumaru Kuninaga explained in detail that there are traces of Fu Sangshen's appearance, because very few retrograde troops will attack historical figures aimlessly, and this kind of experience has gradually accumulated so that became the law.

He waited a few times before and observed a Honmaru frequently appearing in this time and space. After several observations, he found that the other party was very concerned about Okita Souji and other Shinsengumi characters who did not die well.

Speaking of this, he smiled slightly at Xinghe, "It's very interesting, the next track."

"I often hear that An Ding misses the deceased Lord Souji Okita, so I think if An Ding spends more time with the young Souji Okita here, he should be happier."

They were in a tavern first, and Xinghe and Tsurumaru, both wearing bamboo hats, called for a drink and listened to the corner.

Among the two being questioned, one is the familiar Yamato Shou'an, and the other is a juvenile-looking interrogator.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga drank wine with these words, and drank very uncomfortable, but Xinghe didn't hear anything. When he was in Honmaru, because he wanted to leave, he didn't pay much attention to Fu Sangshen inside. Remember that Yamato Shou Anding is a quiet and gentle fusangshen.

"My lord, please take back your promise. I will pay Sangshen to protect history. I really can't indulge my personal relationship."

The young god judge patted Yamato Shou Anding on the shoulder, "Don't worry, I will never delay Honmaru's mission because of this, but I really feel sorry for An Ding."

"And Souji Okita."

"Even if I am a descendant after more than a hundred years, I am deeply moved when I see everyone's memory of him, and occasionally I hope to see him more."

"An Ding became famous because of Director Okita, and that kind of nostalgia must be particularly deep. I think An Ding's sadness must be a thousand times greater than mine."

"So, this is my selfishness and my plea."

"Please take An Ding's place and stay by Okita Souji's side for a while longer."

"Lord"

"What's wrong"

Looking at the clear eyes of the judge of the gods, Yamato Shouan's heart was shaken, and he could only look for a while longer.

Xinghe listened boringly, but saw that Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who was sitting across from him, was smiling more and more wantonly, and he opened his blood-red eyes.

"It's really sweet, these sweet words."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga is now like an indifferent spectator sitting on a high platform, who rewards right and wrong in the world and inversions of madness. He drinks a glass of sake and laughs at the ghosts and ghosts of the past and present.