The man rescued from Kabukicho

Being captured by Yijiyuan, Cilang was inevitably a little flustered.

Want to tell the truth?It's because I don't understand why I came here to write a suicide note, so I always look at Yijuin.

Such a blunt answer seems to have a sense of disrespect for prying into the secrets of Ijuin's heart, and it may ruin Ijuin's mood.

Yes, Cirou could feel that Yijuin was in a very good mood now.

Whether it's the relaxed body language or the relaxed demeanor, it all shows this.

To be precise, the appearance of Ijuin in front of me is like a person who comes to relax on vacation, not like someone who came to write a suicide note.Ci Lang immediately understood why Feng Zao's mother-in-law said, "The young master is too calm in the face of death".

Although Jiro still can't understand, he doesn't want to spoil Ijuin's mood just after checking into the hot spring hotel, and he promised Kazezao's mother-in-law to take good care of Ijuin, so he tries hard to think about how to change the topic.

On the low table, the casserole made a gurgling sound, which was the warmth of Japanese hot pot.

Boilable seasonal vegetables, seafood, and kapok tofu are shaking cutely in the hot white bone broth, and more ingredients that can be eaten while hot are neatly stacked on the porcelain plates, and there are a large number of them.

Ijuin was sitting at the low table, looking at him.

Facing Yijuin's sight, Cirou bravely walked to the low table, sat down on the legless armchair, grabbed the chopsticks, and tried not to feel guilty and said, "I'm hungry. Let's start."

"So that's how it is," Yijiyuan said intentionally, "So, you've been looking at me these two days because you're hungry?"

Cilang also knew that it was too bad for him to change the subject, but he didn't expect to be forcibly connected by Yijiyuan, distorted into such a thought-provoking meaning, and hurriedly said: "I didn't say that."

Yijuin dismissed it solemnly: "You just said, 'I'm hungry'."

Cilang had no choice but to retort: ​​"That's not an answer!"

The prey hit the tree by itself, and Yijiin poured himself a drink: "Oh? What's the answer?"

The topic jumped back to the original point, and Cilang was speechless.

"There is no other answer? So you are still 'hungry'?" Yijuin's voice was still so indifferent, but with an indescribable sense of teasing, "Eat when you are hungry, please."

It was this feeling of being completely suppressed by a wicked cat again.

Cirou looked at Yijuin depressedly, and took a deep breath.

This is the creditor of 6000 million yen, this is the young master he promised Fengzao mother-in-law to take care of, not angry, not angry.

Ciro took the kapok tofu with his chopsticks and blew it into the mouth. The bone broth made from real ingredients was already delicious enough. The slightly sweet white miso added flavor, and the kapok tofu soaked in such soup was simply irresistible.

"good to eat."

Hearing Cilang's sincere emotion, Yijiyuan also picked up the chopsticks and took a piece of white bamboo shoots.

It is easy to cook but delicious. You can throw ingredients into the pot at will while chatting. It is suitable for the family to spend leisure time around the kotatsu. This is the charm of hot pot.

On the other hand, eating hot pot alone makes you feel lonely. It’s not that you can’t, but according to common sense, Japanese-style hot pot usually appears in the winter picture of family reunion, so you will feel that way subconsciously .

Cilang, who hadn't eaten hot pot for a long time, was just saying that he was hungry, but after eating it, he felt really hungry, or he really missed the taste of hot pot.

Yijiyuan just put down his chopsticks, looked at Cilang, picked up the wine cup, and looked outside the paper door.

Jiro looked along Yijuin's line of sight.

Outside the paper door, the crescent moon is like a hook, and the slight winter wind blows fine snow into the eaves and falls on the edge of the porch. It is melted by the hot and humid breath from the hot spring, and the wooden floor is wet.

Because of the floor heating and central air conditioning, it is a luxury to enjoy such a view without getting cold at all.

Jiro turned his eyes back to Yijuin, wearing a black bathrobe, drinking alone, Yijuin had a sense of calm and leisure, obviously he was the chairman of a large consortium, but he looked like a wandering warrior.

Wouldn't it be lonely to drink alone?

There was also a wine cup beside his pair of bowls and chopsticks, so Cilang picked up the wine cup and said to Yijiyuan, "I want to drink too."

Yijiyuan laughed lowly: "No."

If Yijuin refused seriously, Cilang would not have the audacity to continue, but Yijiin smiled like this, as if Cirou said something funny, so Cilang asked in confusion, "Why not?"

"Well," Yijiyuan looked at him with raised eyebrows, "because your wine taste is not good."

This is slander.

When he was working in the company, he was known for his excellent wine taste and personality. Even if he was drunk, he would not talk nonsense, and he could take care of himself when he got home, including making hangover soup, which is simply a model of social animals.

Ci Lang said unconvinced: "How can I have bad wine."

"Then do you remember, how did you sign the contract in your account?" Yijiyuan asked with reason.

By the way, there is this matter.

Can't remember at all.

Cilang couldn't refute, and could only defend weakly: "That was an accident."

He didn't speak any more, Ijuin who had been rejecting him just now took the wine cup from his side and poured him a glass.

This man is real.

"Just this one," Yijiyuan handed him the cup.

Ci Lang took the wine cup with both hands, and in the simple earthenware cup was the wine as clear as water.

He lowered his head and smelled the fragrance of rice, took a sip, and asked Yijuin: "Is it Daiginjo?"

"Ah."

Daiginjo is a high-quality wine made entirely from polished rice. It uses high-quality polished rice, and more than 60% of each grain of rice must be shaved off, so that only the innermost core of the rice is used for brewing.

Jiro's former boss liked to drink, and he also experienced brewing houses when he traveled to Kyoto with his classmates in his sophomore year. His mother is also from Kyoto, so he has some understanding of this aspect, although he has never drunk this high-quality Daiginjo.

This bottle of Daiginjo happens to be produced in Kyoto, where it is a nationally renowned brand.

Cilang described the taste: "Very sweet."

"Don't get drunk," Yijuin said in that indifferent voice, scaring children, "You will be eaten when you get drunk."

Cilang is also used to Yijiyuan's bad intentions from time to time, he said helplessly: "Hey, hey, don't you want to tell me that there are tigers here?"

Yijiyuan said casually: "Who knows, tigers, leopards, cats, big mice, anyway, lost dogs are easy to be eaten."

"Cats and mice can't eat dogs. Dogs are stronger." Cilang argued hard.

"you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure!"

How could such common sense be wrong.

Yijiyuan raised his eyebrows noncommittally, and didn't speak any more.

They were eating hot pot slowly, and it was already night when they arrived, and it was ten o'clock after dinner.

Before Jiro entered the bathroom, Zhuya's assistant came.

He didn't quite remember whether Takeya's assistant was in the car when he left the Ijuin mansion that day. Before meeting today, Cirou only had the impression of him through email exchanges, and he was an assistant with strong handling ability.When I saw him today, Cilang remembered that Zhuwu's assistant was a thin man with glasses, and he seemed to love to laugh.

Assistant Zhuwu greeted Cilang with a smile on his face, then walked to Yijiin, took out a bunch of exquisite invitation cards with a troubled face, and reported in a low voice.

It seems that some ladies who are on ski vacation in Karuizawa want to invite Ijuin to their villa to talk.

Yijiyuan gave Assistant Zhuwu a cold look, and Assistant Zhuwu left clearly, as if he had expected this outcome long ago and was just here for a formality.

Speaking of which, it is understandable that people like Yijiyuan are not in a hurry to get married. Why don't they have a girlfriend?This question flashed through Cilang's mind for a moment, and he didn't continue to think about it.

When he came out of the bathroom, Jiro was wearing a white bathrobe.

Of course, the hotel also prepared a yukata for Jiro, which was the same style as Ijuin's, but the color was different, dark blue.

Cilang originally planned to overcome his psychological shadow and put it on, but he found out that it still couldn't work.Reaching out to pick up the bathrobe, his hands trembled. The shame of being changed by a strange woman and the experience of being sent to Kabukicho like goods came to mind like a revolving lantern.

So frustration once again came over him.

How long will he be weak?How long will it take to overcome that experience?

Cirou walked out of the bathroom in a daze, and stood in the completely peaceful room, but he didn't see Yijuin.

He suddenly became confused.

Where did Ijuin go?

At this moment, he heard the familiar indifferent voice: "Come here."

Cilang followed the prestige, and in the hot spring outside the paper door, Yijiyuan was looking at him lazily.

Yijuin has not left, Yijuin is here.

Cilang walked out of the paper door and stood on the corridor under the eaves. The steam from the hot spring rushed towards his face, mixed with the inevitable sulfur smell, and besides, there was a faint fragrance.

He looked carefully, only to find that the old tree with crooked branches on the other side of the hot spring was not covered with snow, but full of plum blossoms.

Yijiyuan was in the hot spring, and the warm yellow light of the iron wind lamp under the eaves fell on this tall and handsome man, but it failed to soften him in the slightest, as if it was shining on an ice sculpture.

The snow got a little bigger, but the snow particles were still fine, like salt being sprinkled from the sky.

"Come here."

It is command form again.

Cirou took off his bathrobe, walked to the hot spring from the wooden ladder at the end of the corridor, and then walked to Ijuin and sat down.

Walking in the hot spring pool, it is inevitable that there will be layers of water waves, and the circles will sway layer by layer, pushing away the peach blossoms falling on the surface of the pool.

The bottom of the hot spring pool is designed with a slope, and it is deeper in the distance. Cilang and Yijiyuan are under the eaves. They sat down, and the hot spring just reached their chests.

Yijiyuan watched him sit down, and ordered: "Look up."

A password and an action, Cilang raised his head casually without thinking.

He stared straight into the stars in the sky, and his eyes widened.

The vast and boundless star field can't be seen at a glance.

It is a prison with a narrow view, and a bustling city with everyone bowing their heads and busy with serious light pollution, and a vast starry sky that cannot be seen anyway.

With an unrestricted field of vision, Cilang truly felt freedom.

He stared at the night sky, refusing to look away for a moment.

At some point, it may be that he stared at the vast starry sky for too long, just like watching the bustling night scene in Tokyo, and the fear of nowhere quietly grew in his heart.

Loneliness makes a person cold.

And the hot spring water is hot.

Cilang fell back unknowingly, the starry sky in his vision became wider and wider, and then it was blurred by the spring water, and he fell into the hot spring, wrapped in warm spring water, as if being hugged.

After a while, he sat up again.

He found Ijuin looking at him coldly.

That look reminded Jiro of Shuntaro who was lying in the living room that day but seemed ready to go.

It was only then that he realized that his actions were a little strange, Cilang reflected on himself, did Yijiyuan think that he wanted to commit suicide?But who would commit suicide in a shallow hot spring pool... Cilang explained: "Just now, it was a bit cold."

Ijuin glanced at him, but didn't speak.

Cilang was a little ashamed, his unthinking behavior seemed to have angered Yijuin.

However, if Yijiyuan was angry with him because he thought he wanted to commit suicide, wouldn't that mean that Yijiyuan actually cherished life?

Then, the reason why Yijuin writes a suicide note every year cannot be due to the boredom of life, childhood trauma, insomnia and other speculations can be completely deleted.

Thinking that Yijuin might not have been sad because he was abandoned by his parents, Jiro was happy for Yijuin instead.

This thought cheered Jiro up.

"Yijiyuan," Cilang leaned against the pool wall, huddled himself in the hot spring from the neck down, and said, "These two days, I took your book to read, that book, that one, Fengzao mother-in-law doesn't like it The book you read."

Yijiyuan said indifferently: "Can you get drunk after just one drink? Or can't remember the title of the book after reading it for a few days?"

Ci Lang said in a low voice: "No, it's because of the posthumous manuscript or something. Speaking of it at night, it's a bit like that."

"Oh?" Yijiyuan said solemnly and indifferently, "So the legend that dogs can see ghosts is true."

He is not a dog, Ci Lang gritted his teeth: "You are so annoying."

Yijiyuan glanced at him, Cilang looked back without any guilt, and seeing that Yijiyuan stopped talking nonsense, he continued: "I just want to say, I found out that this hot spring hotel is called 'Shiyanqu', it was your name ,Right?"

In fact, the Eastward Journey manuscript is not very thick, but the Chinese characters seem to be laborious and half-knowledgeable. When I saw a simple poem that also included the name of [Shi Yanqu], Cilang immediately noticed it.

That little poem is only sixteen characters long: Poetry and wine are lovely, beauties are pitiful, eat cigarettes from time to time, and pass the sky with one breath.

"Yes," Yijuin did not deny, "So?"

"No reason," Cilang realized that this topic seemed a bit boring, "I am, report what you found?"

Yijiyuan shook his head and smiled lowly: "Poetry and wine are lovely, but beauties are pitiful."

Finally getting a response from Yijiyuan, Cilang breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, this is the song."

Yes, poor and stupid.

Ijuin thought.

The next morning, because [Shi Yan Qu] took the traditional Japanese route, it was delivered with breakfast and several newspapers.

In the era of electronic newspapers and periodicals, mobile phones can receive updated and faster consultation, and paper newspapers printed with ink are becoming less and less common for ordinary people.

Yijuin only skimmed through the economic and current affairs sections, and read them quickly. Cirou casually took a newspaper that Yijuin had finished reading and opened it to read.

The headline of the entertainment section, the title is very eye-catching: ""Witch" Mirei Kasuga was a super ugly girl?Photos of junior high school students before plastic surgery are released! "

Cirou's face turned pale.

Ijuin: "What's wrong?"

His ex-girlfriend had plastic surgery, although Cilang didn't know about it, surprise is inevitable, but it will not bring such a big impact to Cilang.

The reason why he lost his composure in astonishment was the student photo that was published, in which the girls were wearing junior high school uniforms.

It was the uniform of his alma mater in junior high school.