Days in Lihai

Not many people go to Kyoto for school trips. If Fujimoto hadn’t proposed to make a Kyoto special round dance, talents like Zhizi who have been to Kyoto several times would not give up overseas school trips.

Because there were not many people, the first and second grades were mixed together. The teacher who led the team organized a group activity symbolically on the first day, and let them go freely on the second day.

Kosaburo Mori, who is close to Fujimoto and Tamada, acted together with the people from the Rondo Club. Speaking of which, he, a native of Kansai, chose this place for some reason.

With him, Fujimoto pushed the rough work of carrying the camera, looking at the bag, and taking pictures to Maori.

"You don't know how many times I covered this kid for escaping training when I was in the first grade of junior high school." Fujimoto didn't feel sorry for his good friend at all.

"He played doubles with me in middle school, and he was always lazy on the court. I was the one who ran up and down the whole court." Yutian added another firewood.

After tossing and tossing for a whole morning, Zhizi and the others were exhausted, and they were still hot and sweating in such a late autumn day. Fortunately, the makeup was waterproof and more resistant to makeup.

After a break at noon, Mori invited everyone to go to Fushimi Inari Taisha Shrine to watch the sunset in the afternoon, but no response was received from everyone except Zhizi.

"The torii is very beautiful, but I want to walk around with Fujikawa." Sato, who lives with him, said to Zhizi.

Zhizi and Mori Kosaburo passed by the Shimogamo River and walked to the Inari Shrine. There were many tourists near the shrine. Beautiful women with exquisite makeup and kimonos can be seen everywhere. There are also many tourists with cameras, mobile phones or selfie sticks.

Zhizi listened to the girl discussing the gems in the fox's mouth with her once familiar dialect. life runs.

Zhizi was at the sink and heard two girls chirping with their mobile phones discussing the steps of washing hands. Zhizi, who didn't plan to wash his hands originally, was going to give a demonstration so that they could see clearly.

Her right hand holds the handle of the hand-washing spoon, slowly scoops up a spoonful of water, rinses her left hand, then switches back, scoops water with her left hand to rinse her right hand, don’t run out of water, and finally stands up to use the rest of the water Rinse the handle of the spoon, and then put the hand-washing spoon back to its original place, and arrange it neatly. The slightly cool water made Zhizhi's fingertips feel cool, and she thought that she should see the steps clearly if she did it so slowly.

Maori thought Zhizi was going to pay a visit, but was pulled back to the direction of the torii by Zhizi. The vermilion torii gates are like ancient gates, winding up the hillside, and walking in seems to have traveled back to ancient times.The time for their school trip was late autumn, but it was not yet the best time to appreciate maple leaves in Kyoto. Most of the trees were still green, and only a few leaves turned yellow and red.

There are many tourists on the first section of the Senbon Torii Gate, and there are heads everywhere. The more you go up, the fewer people are there. Only then can Zhizi stop to look at the words and prayers on the Torii Gate.

Mori Kosaburo took out the milk and biscuits he had prepared earlier to tease the wild cats that sprang out of the hillside. If Maori was lucky, he might meet a female cat with a docile personality who could touch its gray and white fur.

Halfway up the mountain, the two of them checked the time, not daring to delay, otherwise it would not be worthwhile to miss the sunset, so they quickened their pace.

"There is still the last 100 meters." Mao Li encouraged Zhizi, but Zhizi exhausted too much energy in the morning and was too tired to climb the mountain, so he bowed his waist and gasped on the side of the road regardless of his image, and waved his hands to indicate that he was not good enough, telling him not to worry about going up alone .

Mori Kosaburo didn't care too much, he pulled up Zhizi's wrist and dragged her up the mountain, Zhizi didn't want to use any strength, and relied on a single pull, and switched legs to mechanically climb up the mountain.

Panting to the top of the mountain, someone was already resting on the blue bench, Zhizhi really wanted to fall to the ground, but the last bit of restraint stopped the stupid idea, secretly annoyed in his heart, he was really too slack, recently he was really inattentive to physical strength exercise.

After taking a sip of the water handed by Maori, it took a while to recover. The branches looked back at the lush green mixed with the orange torii in the sunset. It was really worthwhile to go up the mountain, especially standing on a high place overlooking Kyoto. The beautiful scenery panoramic view.

The setting sun is infinitely good, but it’s just near dusk. The setting sun is engulfed by the sky little by little with its soft light until it completely falls. The whole world is like a blue ink cartridge that has been overturned, soaked in a dark color. The branches follow the crowd cheering and applauding, learning Watching the people around embrace each other, it was the first time she met such a warm group.

On the way down the mountain, a tourist encountered a monkey. Zhizi was a little worried about him. You must know that the monkeys here are not easy to mess with. Tiantou called out another monkey. The two monkeys held on to the trousers of the male tourist and grinned at the tourists and his companions chasing them away, not caring.

The tourist who had found it interesting before couldn’t get away at all, maybe because the sports pants were looser, and he was wearing thin clothes, the pants were pulled off by the monkey, and the branch could vaguely see the red underwear.

The moment the tourist's pants fell off, Mori Kosaburo covered Zhizi's eyes with one hand, and told her: "Girls can't just look at everything."

Being led for a short walk with his eyes covered, Zhizi was in full bloom, and his warm and slightly callused palms pressed against his eyelids, so romantic.

Let go of the hand, Zhizi's eyes are extraordinarily bright, full of energy, exhaustion is swept away, reminding Mori Kosaburo to think of the cat he teased halfway up the mountain.They didn't stay to watch Koe at night, because Zhizi said it was a bit scary.

On the way back, they met an unknown shrine, and there were a few people who were drawing lots. Mori Kosaburo urged her to draw lots.

Oops, they all got bad luck. Zhizi and Maoli folded the lottery into long strips and tied them to the shelf with the white strips with a bitter face. Fortunately, this flaw didn't hurt today's good mood.

Moori and Zhizi lined up to buy bean cakes in a shop with a lot of people, and encountered a discount of buying three and getting one free. Zhizi wanted to take them back to give Sato and the others a taste, so he bought a lot.

When looking for change in the backpack, a photo fell from Zhizi’s bag. Maori picked it up and looked at it and returned it to her. It was a photo of Zhizi and Xiandao’s shooting. It turned out to be stuffed in the inner pocket. No wonder Have been unable to find.

But the atmosphere froze in an instant. Zhizi hurriedly explained that it was a group photo with his junior high school classmates. He wanted to clarify what happened that day. Obviously, the clerk and the customers behind were a little impatient, and Kosaburo Mori paid the remaining change.

After receiving the packaged bean cakes from the clerk with both hands, Zhizi wanted to continue explaining, but he didn't know where to start. The language was sealed at this moment.

Mao Li walked very fast, and Zhi Zhi had to follow closely to catch up with his long legs.Fortunately, when the traffic light was about to pass, Mao Li turned around and took the bean cake with heavy branches, and asked her, "Shouldn't you bring him some presents?"

"It's just an ordinary junior high school student who lives in Kanagawa."

But Mori Kosaburo continued as if he didn't hear it, "I know a shop that is very suitable for boys as souvenirs."

"Okay, senior, it's getting late, let's go back quickly." Zhizi urged with a guilty conscience.

Later, Zhizi still brought a special product like Jinpingtang to acquaintances, and of course he did not forget to give Xiandao a copy.