Thirty Mulberry

Xiao Chun obviously felt that he didn't like her very much.And slights.If you don't put her in your eyes, you will be "disgusted" in color.

Xiaochun opened the door of the tea room.She is not Japanese, and she does not have the habit of bowing all the time. She nodded to him as a greeting: "Mr. Shannan."

Shannan wore a pair of glasses, his slender eyes were hidden behind the clean glass lenses, and he was very polite.He sat in front of Xiao Fang, drinking tea gracefully.

"Mr. Shannan has something to do with me, right?" Xiao Chun went straight to the point.

Shannan didn't speak, he flipped through the picture album on the table casually, and said, "This is the city of Kyoto!"

The painting he saw was row upon row of gray roofs, and the chessboard-like streets were so small and narrow covered by the eaves that they were almost simply drawn as map lines.This corner of Kyoto is the "overview painting" that Okita took her to climb to a certain higher roof that day.Okita sat on the roof behind her and put his arms around her waist to prevent her from falling.The roof is sloping, and the gray-black tiles are as slippery as fish scales.

"This is not a secret map. The black dots I marked with ink are all sweet shops." Xiaochun said.

Without raising his head, Shannan turned to the next one and said, "Is this when Chongtian was in Otsu? It really looks like a photo."

On the drawing paper, the dark gray Okita sat sideways on the stone, motionless, obedient and quiet.Although only his side face can be seen, his relaxed slightly hunched back and the hands supporting his knees all convey his emotions, the innocent and cute being forced not to move. "It really doesn't look like a red field!" Shannan said again.

"Is Badao Zhai's house fun?" Shannan finally raised his head and looked at Xiaochun with a smile.

"Are you following us? No, to be precise, you are following me." Xiaochun also smiled, expressing courtesy.

"This is our job content." Shannan laughed. "In addition, there are assassinations."

"Are you threatening me?" Xiaochun raised his eyebrows.

"As I said just now, this is our job content."

"This matter has nothing to do with Okita, it's not that he let Badao Zhai go."

Shannan put away his smile: "Do you think others will believe it? No matter who it is related to, the fact is that Shinsengumi's Okita Souji let the executioner Ba Dao Zhai go."

He picked up the painting of "a corner of Kyoto": "As long as others are willing, this picture can be evidence of the rebellion."

"The formulation of the 'laws in the game' is a double-edged sword. It cuts others and also cuts ourselves. This time you let him go, who will you let go next time? What about next time?"

"Batosai and Shinsengumi have no deep intersection, although you are opposite, so..."

"Miss Xiaochun," Shannan interrupted her, his tone still gentle and flat, "Things have their own development, can you interfere with one thing, can you interfere with a hundred things? Even if Okita died in the battle with Ba Dao Zhai , that is also his fate. Are you a god? Do you think you can change Okita's final fate?"

"Entering the Shinsengumi, there are only two paths, either life or death. I just don't want Okita to be pushed to the end that I don't want to see." Shannan said, "All Okita needs is a 'samurai wife', Not 'samurai'. It's clear that you're not that 'wife'."

Xiaochun laughed shortly: "I think Mr. Shannan is right. I don't mean to be sarcastic, because I feel like I popped out of the ground."

"Then go back wherever you came from!" Shannan stroked the lacquer flower on the small cylindrical teacup with his thumb, "Miss Xiaochun, do you want to go back to the Qing Dynasty?"

Xiao Chun walked into a shop with the Four Treasures of the Study. The boss was very enthusiastic and asked her, "Miss, do you want to buy ink?"

"Exactly," Xiaochun said, "Boss, I want the best old Mo from your family."

"Yes, yes, miss." The boss responded in a repeated voice, took out a small wooden box from the cabinet, and started selling rare goods.

After opening layer by layer, Xiaochun took a look, and saw a row of old ink sticks lying neatly side by side.She didn't even smell it, and she couldn't classify it as "old" in terms of quantity, let alone "ancient".She said: "I don't want Shimo. I want the ancient ink from your ancestors, Boss. I have inquired, and the ancestors of the Boss's family made ink, and the most familiar one among the 'Four Treasures' is calligraphy."

The boss deals with people all day long, and has never met anyone before, so he has his own way of dealing with it: "Since the young lady said that it is an ancient ink handed down from the ancestors, she must also know that it cannot be sold."

"How much?" Xiaochun asked.

The boss made a pun: "Miss, things that cannot be sold are naturally priceless."

Xiaochun paced around the store, slowly finished reading the items in the store, and said, "Boss, are you a native of Kyoto? Do you like the new era or the old era?" She meant something, but The boss understands.

"I guess you must like the new era." Xiaochun said.The people at the emperor's feet naturally hope that the emperor will win.Once the emperor and the courtiers, the common people who have property don't want to be shuffled, so they have to hug the emperor's thigh tightly.

"Would you believe me if I told you that I know the new era wins or the old era wins?" That's an empty promise.

"You have already told me, Miss." The boss laughed.He is too idle today, dealing with a second idiot until now.

"Secretly, go find a man named 'Gui Xiaowulang' first, and don't get to know him after you find him. You won't be able to chat with him. Next year, that is, in 1864, on the night of July 7th in the new calendar, you Be sure to invite him to a meal, the later the better. At that time, you will have the answer whether you believe me or not."

"Actually, I don't care if you believe me or not. After all, I don't rely on 'Tiao Dashen' for food. I definitely want Mo, and you get both money and money. I just want to let the boss know that it is always wrong to sell my ancestral old Mo. It's a shame. Boss, you've been smart all your life, so just treat it as a 'rarely confused' this time!"

Xiaochun walked out of the store with a small box in her hand, and walked all the way, passing the candy store, rice store, cloth store, hotel... and Xiaogiya on both sides.These historical shops and streets are passing her vividly at this moment.History is a long city. It is built on foundations with no end in time. It is continuous from ancient times to the present, like the backbone of a dragon.

When Xiaochun woke up, she found that she was about to walk on a wooden bridge.Walking in front of her were some ronin, she was separated from them by some distance.Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps behind her, like jumping out of the grass, lying in ambush for a long time.At the same time, the ronin in front of her first ran two steps forward, then stopped his feet, as if he knew that he couldn't escape, or there was an ambush ahead, so he had to "draw the knife and make a quick move to live up to the boy's head".

Clamping back and forth, Xiaochun was the wrong piece of meat in the "roujiamo". She had sharp eyesight and quick feet, and slid straight down the side of the hillside.There was a small river under the bridge, and waist-high aquatic plants grew on the bank. She hid in the aquatic plants with the box in her arms.The wanderers seemed to be forced to retreat steadily, and retreated to the center of the bridge deck, and the wooden bridge was rattled by chaotic footsteps.The sound of killing, shouting, and the collision of swords rang out.

There was a person leaning on the bridge railing with a "bang", his upper body jumped over the bridge railing and fell down, as if he was dead, his eyes were half closed, his whole body seemed to be covered in holes, gurgling blood.The blood gathered in one place and dripped uninterruptedly into the river.He was like a slaughtered chicken, and after a while, he was dragged away like a slaughtered chicken.The blood is still dripping.Xiaochun closed her eyes and turned her head to one side.

The sound on the bridge disappeared, the murderers seemed to have disappeared, and the murdered were dragged away, and the bridge seemed to regain its original weight.It's just that its original poetic and picturesque feeling like a bright moon is gone. It was moved to the Wangchuan River and became the Naihe Bridge in hell.

A blue sleeve pushed aside the water plants and reached out to Xiaochun.Xiaochun moved, opened his eyes, and met Okita's smiling face.

Xiao Chun said, "You were on it just now?"

"Well, kill a few rebels who have left the team." Okita said, "I was behind you and saw you running down." Seeing that she didn't take his hand, he wanted to hug her out.

Xiaochun waved her hand, the smell of blood was so strong that she felt sick to her stomach.

"Are you afraid?" Okita covered Xiaochun's eyes, took off the forehead strap with the other hand, and slowly moved the hand covering her eyes downwards, using the forehead strap to cover her eyes, forming a loose knot behind her head. "Don't watch it if you're afraid." Suddenly there is a kind of lingering romance.

Okita's face was close to Xiaochun's neck, and there was a faint scent of steaming upwards under her collar.It was already dark.This is under the bridge in the outer suburbs, and in the middle of another section of the road. There is no one around here.Everything is quiet, so the rustling of aquatic plants being overwhelmed is very clear.The dripping blood on the bridge was about to stop, and there was only an occasional "thud" when it fell into the river, which was hardly audible.

Xiaochun's knees were so weak, she seemed to be forced into a narrow cabinet, contracting her body vigorously.The scorching heat spread to her forehead. She put the back of her hand on her forehead, and the fingertips of her other hand dug deeply into the soil. There were broken clamshells and pebbles the size of rice grains embedded in the soil, and she scraped a little bit of it with her fingertips. tingling.

She had never realized that she was so thin, her legs and arms seemed to be held by one hand.She is like a bird with broken wings, the broken wings are resting on the shoulders of the people she can get. Although she is on the ground, she still clings firmly, for fear of falling like in mid-air.

The waist-high aquatic plants seemed to be surrounded by a ball of flames, and they were about to burn. The long leaves trembled rapidly, and they were terrified. They didn't know when they would burn.

I don't know how long it took, the moon is about to rise to the middle of the sky.It seemed as if there had been a burst of dew, and the water plants were dripping wet, and the clothes that were padding them were also dripping wet, and the hair on the clothes was also dripping wet.

Xiaochun brushed her wet hair behind her ears, and Okita hugged her from behind