Thirty Mulberry

Both can be without Serizawa duck, but not without Shinsengumi.If we take the blame, we will take the blame.Anyway, there is no difference between carrying a hundred pots and one pot. "

"What do you think? Saito." Isamu Kondo asked Saitoichi who had been silent.

Saito said: "I will follow the director's arrangement."

Isamu Kondo looked around at the people present and nodded heavily.

After the meeting, Yongcang embraced Okita's shoulders and said, "Come with me to Huajie today! There are no fragrant grasses anywhere in the world. You just know too few women, so you take a piece of grass as a treasure. Don't worry, I I won't laugh at you."

Okita leaned back slightly, frowned, and looked at him from a distance, as if he was far away from something stinky.Look at Saito again.

Yongcang said: "It's not what Saito said, your twenty boxes of Jinpingtang are very valuable. It's you, you seem to have lost your soul these days. Are you still a samurai because of a woman? The so-called samurai is to let Women miss you." He didn't feel backache while standing and talking.

Yongcang didn't expect Okita to go, as if he couldn't get enough of the teasing games every time.Unexpectedly by Yongcang, Okita responded without hesitation: "Okay. Let's go!"

When I came to Gion Kobe, Yongkura was a regular visitor here, and also a "thinker" of a certain geisha.Asked for a large private room, three maikos kowtowed outside the door, then walked into the private room with small steps.There is a folding screen on the side against the wall, which is painted with clouds, mountains and mist.A maiko danced in front of the screen, singing "Snow" in the upper dance. She held an umbrella and lifted it lightly. She squatted down and twisted her body gracefully. The umbrella is leaning on the shoulder, and the eyes are looking into the air... The accompaniment maiko plays the shamisen with an ivory plectrum, and pulls the silk string with the steps of the dancing maiko. The tune is sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes short, and sometimes distant...

Maiko, who entered the private room and walked last, knelt beside Okita and poured wine for Okita and Yongcang.Every detail of the geisha's body is for beauty. The little Maiko pinches her fingers into a crane's beak, holds the wine bottle in her mouth, and fills the glass while rising and falling.

Okita seems to be very focused on the singing and dancing in front of him, without blinking his eyes, but his thoughts have already flown out.What is he usually doing at this time?After work, Xiaochun was cooking in the kitchen, and Mrs. Ishida went to see the doctor.What will we have for dinner tonight?Xiaochun will report to him: Kung Pao Chicken, West Lake Vinegar Fish, Mapo Tofu, Steamed Egg... Xiaochun also told him that due to the lack of some ingredients and seasonings, the content of the dishes often differs from the names of the dishes.But the fresh and refreshing taste made him hard to forget.

After eating, Xiaochun will wash the dishes and let him take a bath.After she finished washing the dishes, she prepared his clothes for the next day and washed the sleeves and feathers he had changed.Every night, different blue small sleeves and lake green team uniform haori are hanging in the yard.She takes care of the toon flowers he likes, watering, catching insects, pruning...

For him, and for his samurai pride, she had tried to be a housewife to a certain extent.

The dance of the maiko has been performed, waiting for the guests to continue dancing.Yongcura waved his hand in front of Okita, and seeing that he didn't respond, he paid Hanao and made the two maikos retreat.

"Pinch him, pinch him hard." Yongcang whispered to Wuzi serving the wine.

Xiao Wuzi timidly shook her head, expressing that she did not dare.

"Pinch. Count it in Huadai." Yongcang said.

Maiko stretched out her arm from the gorgeous big furisode, wrapped it around Okita's shoulder, and pinched his right arm.Nagakura sat on Okita's right.Her intention was to "plant" Yongcang.Sure enough, Okita jumped in pain, Rumeng woke up, and said to Yongcang furiously: "Do you want to die? Shinpachi."

Yongcang quietly pointed Xiao Wuzi with his finger, and gave her a wicked smile.

"Brother Okita, the dancers are all finished," Yongcang said.

With a dazed expression on his face, Okita clapped his hands "papapapa".Xiao Wuzi couldn't help covering her mouth and smiling.

Yongcang sighed: "Brother Chongtian, don't say you know me when you go out tomorrow. I still have to be shameless." He took up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp, then said: "I'll ask for some more wine when I go out." Entering the door, practice is in the individual.

Seeing that the other two maikos had left for a long time, Okita was also a little embarrassed, knowing that Yongcang was making room for him, so he asked Xiao Maiko: "What's your name? How old are you this year?"

Xiao Wuzi replied: "My name is Junko, and I am seventeen this year." She was wearing a colorful kimono, and the long belt on the back made her lean back slightly.There is a pink cherry blossom hanging on the hair, and only the lower lip is a little bright red on the powdered face.

"Is it Junko?" Okita pulled him into his arms, and kissed her snow-white face, as if eating a mouthful of white wall dust, "Call me Brother Zongsi."

Junko blinked her eyes like a pair of childish little windows, and called sweetly: "Brother Zong Si."

"Do you have raspberries here?" Okita asked.

"The servant went out and asked."

Not long after Junko went out, someone sent a plate of raspberries. "It's been cleaned!" Junko said.She is very clever, "Brother Zongsi likes sweets, right?"

"This is a lovesick thing!" Okita said, "I advise you to pick more, this thing is the most lovesick."

Chunzi smiled and said: "Brother Zongsi really knows how to joke! Red beans grow in the south, and a few branches come out in spring. I hope you can pick more. This thing is the most lovesick. This is a poem written by Wang Wei, a poet of the Tang Dynasty before the Qing Dynasty. Acacia things are well said. Red beans!"

She picked up a raspberry and handed it to Okita's mouth: "However, to call raspberry a 'lovesick object' is to 'persuade' you to pick more. It must be that Brother Zongsi has such a story?"

Okita took the raspberry from Junko's hand and stuffed it into his mouth. "Hmph, you lied to me again!" Okita said angrily.He pulled Junzi over and threw her on the tatami, and said vaguely: "Xiaochun, you lied to me again. Then let me punish you by hugging you!" He lowered his head and sniffed the fragrance lingering around Junzi's neck.

Junko whispered in Okita's ear: "Brother Zongsi wants to hug me, so he must be my 'danna' first." Generally, Maiko would do everything possible to avoid such presumptuous guests, or sternly reject them, but Junko Obviously, he doesn't regard Okita as a "disciple".

Okita turned over and lay on the side, covered his eyes with the back of his hand, and said, "I'm so sorry! I drank too much alcohol today."

He thought that if Xiaochun knew that he was looking for a geisha, he would knock off his head first, and then kick him twice on the ground like a ball.

Okita hasn't been seen for seven days in a row. Haruyo, who is darning clothes under the lamp, asked Xiaochun: "It's been a long time since Okita came! That's such a cute kid. I haven't seen him for a few days, and I've already started to miss him."

Xiaochun leaned her head on her arm, and sat in front of the little one facing Haruyo, holding a small pen dipped in ink and blinking wildly in the portrait.

"If you don't come, don't come, the next one will be better." Xiaochun said.

Chundai laughed: "Sure enough, it was a quarrel! Lovers seem to be like this. When my husband and I were in love, every time we quarreled, I wanted to take a needle and prick him all over the body with holes. My temper is so bad that I don't look like myself." She pulled the needle out of a string of holes, and the pink thread flashed in front of her eyes, as if she remembered something, and said: "Oh, I remembered, I have a friend who is a geisha, and he is already very qualified , knows a lot of celebrities. She also knows a lot of people from the Shinsengumi, saying that Okita has been staying at Gion's place recently!"

Xiaochun's hand holding the pen froze, and said with a sneer, "It's good to know more about women. Geisha are top-notch women. Otherwise, it's easy to hang on a tree."

She said in her heart, wait for Souji Okita!I'll knock off your head first, then kick it like a ball.

She asked Chundai: "Sister Chundai, I thought of a fun thing. Let's first assume that if there is a chance for you to go back to a certain dynasty in the past, which dynasty would you most like to go to?"

Haruyo said without hesitation: "Of course it was the Warring States Period where Oda Nobunaga lived. Nobunaga is a famous handsome man, and his surname is also a beautiful young man!" She put down her needle and thread, her eyes watered.

Junko shook her head, if you think any woman is not a nympho, it is because you don't know who her male god is.

"What would you do if you met Oda Nobunaga? Ask him to sign a piece of paper for you? Shake his hand?"

"How can such a good opportunity be wasted!" Chundai said, "If I hadn't met my husband at that time and was an unmarried girl, then I would definitely try my best to marry Nobunaga."

Xiaochun clasped his fists at Chundai: Senior, I was the one who had eyes but didn't know Mount Tai in the past, and I respect you!

Chundai smiled and said, "You must think I'm a nympho! But think about it, if God really gave you a chance to go back to history and not do something you want, wouldn't it be a pity? Yes. When it is a beautiful dream, if you have the opportunity to have a beautiful dream, you must work hard to seize it!"

"Let's assume again, if Sister Harudai really became Nobunaga's concubine, what would you do?"

"Of course to enjoy Nobunaga's favor."

"But you became Nobunaga's concubine and stayed with him every day. Are you not afraid that your words and deeds will affect him and may change the direction of history?

Chun Dai asked her back: "Historically, Nobunaga had a concubine, but has she changed Nobunaga's belief and the ending of history? Of course not."

"However, let's assume again that Nobunaga loves you so much that he can change some of his decisions. What would you do?"

"If Nobunaga's love for me can shake some of his decisions and cause some things to develop differently, but I believe the result will not change. Because history is doomed, history that can be changed is not called history."

Xiaochun nodded, thoughtfully, and at the same time smiled self-deprecatingly: "Sometimes I really look up to you."