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更新时间2015-9-1423：05：25字数：2259

It was early spring when Matsumoto Jueming met Caojian Qiushui.

Hanami has existed since ancient times. The Chinese people say that appreciating flowers spread to the small island hanging overseas, and Japan also has Hanami.Among all kinds of flowers, for the Yamato people, the cherry blossoms in spring and the chrysanthemums in autumn have different meanings.The flower event in early spring is also an indispensable thing for the Japanese who enjoy the cultural atmosphere.

At that time, it was more than ten years after the war. Although it was a defeated country, it escaped the fate of being pinned down because the United States was worried about the spread of redness on the Asian territory. Instead, it received a glimmer of life and great help. Confession, it was in full swing, and it developed rapidly up and down.

The Matsumoto family was originally a family of handicrafts. When the industrialization was accelerated and the imperial family declined due to the defeat of the war and the open authority, they seemed stubborn and conservative, and seemed to be separated from the current of the times, so they calmed down.As the only descendant of the No.19 generation, Matsumoto Juaki, who was still a miserable green boy, was also tainted with the desolate atmosphere of the family, and seemed depressed.

In early spring, the weather was fine, and some pale and frail teenagers informed their mothers and went to the suburbs alone to enjoy the cherry blossoms.It was the wet season, the slate was dotted with moss, the sky was hazy and the sky was light.The girl in kimono stepped on clogs and walked carefully on the stone slabs, with exquisite steps, for fear of slipping and falling.He had a serious illness in the winter that just passed, and at this time his body was still a little weak, so he walked very slowly step by step.When I got to the middle of the mountain, I suddenly saw a small tea room behind an open field [Note: 1]. Tall boy.

This teahouse, from its appearance, is a typical Senrikyu style, a hermitage-style "empty" teahouse, with a log structure, mud walls, thatched herringbone roof, the panes are only pasted with white paper, the window frames are made of reed, and the walls are made of tea. brown.Just by looking at this tea room, you can know the owner. Kuji tea is inherited from Sen Rikyu, and it always pays attention to simplicity.Matsumoto Jueaki looked at it, guessing whether the tea room was one and a half or two shops, and inadvertently met a pair of smiling eyes, the eyes were the color of the lake in spring, making people feel peaceful when looking at them.

Matsumoto was a little embarrassed - staring at someone else's tea room rashly, and was caught by the host.He had never talked much, and his skin was fair. At this time, the color of blood flooded his cheeks, which seemed to be a little crimson.

"This...little brother." The man looked him up and down with a smile, and said in a gentle and pleasant voice, like a clear spring falling from a high place into a pine stream, and a string of broken jade water drops fell, "If you are not busy, why not?" Come in and have a look."

He was stared at by the lake-like eyes, lost his mind, nodded in a daze, and didn't react until he heard the man chuckle. He was a little embarrassed and ashamed. Looking at this man, he was only seventeen or eighteen years old, similar to himself, Qi said: "What little brother? Do you have one? Maybe he's younger than me."

There was a look of surprise in the man's eyes, he looked him up and down, and said with a smile: "So you are eighteen? It looks like fifteen or sixteen-but even if you are eighteen, you are still young." I am one year old, and half a month ago, I turned nineteen." Without waiting for Matsumoto to refute, he stretched out his hand as an invitation gesture: "The tea room is simple, if you don't mind it, please come in and have a cup of tea with me. "

The way he bent slightly to make the invitation looked like a gentleman, and Matsumoto couldn't refuse no matter what, not to mention that this person stood there with an aura that made people want to get close.So I was invited to drill into this small tea room - the room is small, according to the ancient rules, it is 66 cm square, so I can only drill in.

Entering the tea room, they all knelt down and exchanged names.

It turned out that this man's surname was Cao Jian and his name was Qiu Shui. His father had gone to search for Liugen Qingjing, and his mother had died early, leaving him alone, a room in the mountain, and this small teahouse.He was born pure and handsome, not so beautiful as sharp as a blade or a sword, or gems and pearls, but as beautiful and comfortable as the cherry blossoms in March and the lake in September, and his facial features are not surprising, but there is such a pair of spring water Ordinary eyes are enough to make people's mood sway.

Cao Jian made tea for him.His hand holding the tea whisk was as white as a jade carving, his fingers were slender and clean, and his nails were neatly trimmed.Matsumoto stared in a daze, his eyes followed his hand, and he was infatuated.It wasn't until those artistic hands poured the tea into the cup, gently turned it to the front, and placed it in front of him, that he suddenly came back to his senses.

——The tea I took that day was so fragrant, bitter and sweet.

A cup of tea, and a smiling teenager opposite.Matsumoto was in a trance, only feeling that the cherry blossoms in the world had all fallen into his own cup.

Cao Jian was alone, and Matsumoto’s father was often invited by people to go out for several months, and his mother was happy to see her child, who had always been a little weak, take a walk outside more often and grow stronger.After coming and going, Matsumoto often went to the mountains when he was not learning pottery, and the two got up naturally.After that, more often travel together.Let's watch the carnations drop tears, the broken plums fall into the jade, the moon is reflected in the ten thousand rivers, and the walls are full of blue.Mu Ai was young, at the same age, and they all liked the traditions that have gradually withered in this era, and gradually became friends who talked about everything.Sometimes the conversation got excited, and no one was restrained, so they would nest together on the small tatami mat in Caojian's house, leaning against each other, chatting and chatting together until they fell into a deep sleep.

After three years, when Matsumoto heard from his mother that his father had booked him a marriage, he was stunned.Originally a [-]-year-old young man should be full of blood, curious and longing for girls, but he had never thought about this. He heard that there was a marriage, but he didn't care about the other party's age, appearance, and temperament. , I just feel... no matter what kind of girl, even if it is a fairy descending from the earth, he is not willing.

Hearing the words of "lifelong companionship", "mutual support" and "like-for-like" from his mother's mouth, he was horrified to find... In his mind, because of these wonderful and lovely expectations, there was only one person's face.

Hastily resigned from his mother and ran out of the house. He stumbled all the way, no matter whether the road was slippery after the rain or the puddles he stepped on the ground wet his trousers.Until he was out of breath and rushed all the way through the dew to the familiar tea room, regardless of etiquette, he almost threw himself on the door, and slammed the door shut.The door was opened, revealing the familiar, clear and gentle face inside, who was surprised when he saw his flustered behavior.

"...What's the matter? Matsumoto?"

"... Cao Jian..." He murmured to him, and suddenly changed his name, "Qiu Shui, Qiu Shui..."

The man showed a worried look, and bent over to get out of the narrow door: "...Did something happen to you? You are... um!"

Matsumoto ignored his question, and the moment he came out to stand in front of him, he pressed his shoulder and kissed him on tiptoe.

Note 1: Qian Lixiu's tea room is usually small, and there is a saying that "one hut and two mats are full of emptiness".There is an open space in the front court of the tea room, which is called the "open ground" for the tea room courtyard.The open space is slender and meandering, leading to the tea room, with many stones, trees and bamboo planted. ——According to "Falling Flowers".