Congratulations to the king of the net for capturing a genius

更新时间2015-9-1323：09：53字数：2408

Probably because it was held for too long, Kirihara's arms and fingers were a little stiff, and gradually weakened. The mobile phone in his hand fell down with a "slap", and fell to the floor with a heavy sound.

Liu still held the phone to his ear, and was so frightened by the loud noise that he instinctively moved it away.After the roar was over, he hurriedly called out to the phone: "Kirhara!"

On the opposite side is a monotonous and empty busy tone.

The phone hangs up.

Liu sat on the bed in a daze and didn't call back.

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When the four of Yukimura and his party arrived in Kyoto, it was late, and the appropriate shades of clouds were smudged in the sky, from light orange to gilt, and then all the way to deep and beautiful rose purple.

Find an unobtrusive hotel to live in, the decoration is the most simple and light pure white, the windows are large, they are bay windows, the milky white curtains are washed very clean, and gently sway with the wind coming in from the window.Opening the curtains, one can see a peaceful evening scene.

Kyoto is also a big city, but it is not like the bustling and rushing of Tokyo, but it has the calmness and leisure of an ancient capital, with the grand atmosphere that has passed through thousands of years, and the serene atmosphere of the old days. Thank you, all of them are remembered by this place.

Dinner was simple, and the four of them only ate a bowl of ramen.It is also a taste to walk along the small alleys and feel the rare peace and tranquility.

In the morning of the next day, Bu Er led the way, and the four of them found the ordinary alley that could not be seen at all. They walked all the way in, counted the telephone poles and the signs outside the store, and finally found the small door. , still looks a bit shabby, the bottles and cans are placed outside the house, crowded together to bask in the sun, there is a kind of strange cuteness.

Buer reached out and knocked on the half-open door, and the old wooden door made a dull sound.

Both Yagyu and Nioh came here for the first time. They were polite and didn't look around. They just looked at the pottery vases and bowls around them a little more. They found that the lines on them were smooth and the patterns were simple. Ceramics are beautiful, but they have an indescribable beauty and depth.

The door was opened from the inside.There was an old and calm face behind the door, and when he saw Fuji and Yukimura, his eyes changed from strange to recalled.

"Grandpa Matsumoto." Fuji showed a smile - after he remembered who the old man was, of course he also knew his last name.The Matsumoto family used to serve the royal family, but after several times it declined, and now there is only one old heir who refuses to marry and has no heirs. It was lost. (Note: This paragraph is all edited by the author)

The old man's eyes, as calm as a lake but somewhat cloudy, suddenly became slightly rippling.

...Matsumoto...

For how many years, no one has called himself by this surname?

When was the last time you came? 30 years old?Or 30 years ago?Can't remember.

He fixedly looked at the young man in front of him, with honey hair, fair and delicate face, eyes curved like crescent moons, and a sense of spring breeze when he smiled. His brows and eyes were so slender that he didn't look like a boy, but his demeanor made people aware of it. It is not something in the pool, and it is not as delicate and thin as the appearance.

...just a teenager...

Surprisingly, it feels extremely tenacious.

His heart softened, and his heart, which had been peaceful for so many years, was disturbed by this child's last name.Back then... back then... I was like this too?Clean, simple, and stubborn, firmly believe that feelings can last forever, and always have beautiful hopes for the world...

That's it.

Matsumoto let out a long breath, and stepped aside to open the door: "Since you called my name... come in." Whether his decision was right or not, he didn't know, but he looked at the child, and the child behind him. He has an intuition that these children will be different from him.

Four people filed in.

"I don't have any extra stools here either... just squeeze in." The old man pointed to the only small sofa in the narrow storefront besides the wooden stool he was sitting on.The sofa has been around for a long time, but it is not dirty, it has been washed clean, the edges are a little white, and the broken flowers are also dim.

The four of them looked at each other and were a little confused—it was nothing else, they were really too small, they were all [-] or [-]-year-old boys, how could they fit in?

Bu Er smiled: "Sit down, I'll sit on the floor." He pointed to the newspaper on the old man's workbench: "Can I borrow it?"

The old man nodded.But Yukimura never took the newspaper from his second hand and spread it on the floor by himself, motioning for him to sit on the sofa.Liu Sheng looked at the size of the sofa, and consciously took the newspaper and sat down on it.The old man looked at their unconscious interaction, and his eyes were in a daze for a moment.

"...You are, how do you know my real name?" The old man saw that they sat down, and sat down himself, looking at Buer steadily.

Fuer couldn't talk about his rebirth, so he was vague: "A relative has Matsumoto pottery at home. I saw it... Later I came to see your work. Although you deliberately concealed your craftsmanship, you still have it. It is customary to leave a small money here at the bottom of the bottle. Even if you use a different surname, the location, size, and font color are all the same. It’s just that no one will compare a small pottery shop with the famous Matsumoto pottery. So no one notices..."

The old man Matsumoto nodded, but did not answer, and did not know whether he believed it or not.Averting his eyes from Fuji, he looked at Nioh, Yukimura, and Yagyu in turn. The old man narrowed his eyes slightly: "What do you want to know when you come here?"

Yagyu Renwang subconsciously looked at Budu.They didn't know either, they just heard Bu Er vaguely say that they came to see someone who might be able to help them, one was to relax - they didn't want to go back to face Yagyu's house, and the other was to trust him, but they didn't know The second is how the old man can help them.Originally I thought about whether it was a professor of psychology or an expert in the study of homosexuality, but it turned out to be such an old pottery maker.

Yukimura knew a little bit, and Fuji told him that he knew the old man's past by chance, but Yukimura didn't know much about Fujimura's plan.

Fuji smiled at the old man: "Grandpa Matsumoto... I always remember what you said to us when Jingshi and I came here..."

"You two... are too young... how do you know?..."

That old and desolate voice, calm and lonely, made him feel a sense of pain in his heart when he heard it several times.As if prophesied.

——However, he still believed that it was different.Times are different, and they are... different.

The color in the eyes of the old man Matsumoto settled down: "This sentence... what does it mean?"

Buer stared at him quietly.Everyone, old and young, has something bright and stubborn in their eyes.In the end, the old man sighed silently, and waved his hands in a weary voice: "Forget it, what do you know? No matter how you know it."

Bu Er restrained the sharpness in his eyes, and regained his gentle and calm appearance: "Grandpa Matsumoto... had a lover back then... a man too, am I right?"

The teacup in Matsumoto's hand was placed on the table, making a light "click" sound: "So what?"

"That grandpa... passed away very early, didn't he?" Fuji said softly.Such impolite and abrupt words made Liu Shengren look at him in shock, and kept showing him to pay attention.If Yukimura was aware of it, he just took a quick look at the old man's expression, and he saw the fleeting pain of the old man, followed by a furious expression.

"—You! You boy!"

The old man shouted angrily, pointing at Fuji with trembling fingers, Liu Sheng hurriedly bowed and apologized, but Fuji remained unmoved.They didn't have much time to spend here, and he knew it was rude, but he had to.Otherwise, how can the old man's quiet but heavy shell be opened?