There is really a problem with raising cubs in the Shura field

Kyoto, where Japanese tea was born.

Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, large or small tea parties always fill the city to the brim, and invitations like snow flakes float into the mailbox of Lu Ye's family.

There are still two days before the exchange meeting. The girl sits at the table and reads the letters one by one, and then writes back word by word. The Luye family inherits the tea ceremony. The vocabulary of rejection has long been memorized.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the window. The girl looked up, and the figure passed by, and she arrived in front of her in a short while.

He is a member of the Chanyuan family.

"Young Master Zhizai has lost his temper, please go and have a look."

"Please wait a moment."

Lu Yelian washed and hung up the brushes, and sorted the letter papers on the table. The members of the Chanyuan family knelt on the ground and waited quietly. After a while, she raised her head: "Let's go."

All the way in silence, when we arrived at Zenyuan's house, Zenyuan Naoya was throwing people on fire.

The boy was dressed in black and white, and was holding a bow. His blond hair looked very dazzling in the sun. All the Buddhist temples are first-class skins, and he was no exception. Add a bit of hostility.

Several boys about seven or eight years old were acting as targets in the distance, holding bright red apples in their hands, their eyes closed tightly, and their calves were trembling.

Hearing footsteps, he turned his head to look over and shot an arrow blindly in his hand: "You are here."

So far, no one has been able to research the principle of the "medicine". They only know that it is similar to a halo effect. The closer you are to her, the better the effect of the spell.

Human beings have inertia. They have been comforted many times, and now as long as they look at her, they will laugh involuntarily, just like Pavlov's dog.

The young man strode towards her and grabbed her hand firmly: "I told you not to run around. My mother and sisters never took a step outside the monastery house. You should also learn from them."

Lu Yeren let him lead him into the house. There is no air conditioner in the Chanyuan house, and the young master doesn't like to use a fan, but the courtyard is full of ancient wisdom. It is warm in winter and cool in summer.

"Did you just get off the train?" Chanyuan Naoya hugged her in his arms, lowered his head and played with her fingers, "The scent has faded, if you want me to say, you women shouldn't go out and catch someone else's smell..."

There was no response for a long time, the boy looked down, she was nestled in his arms, she looked docile and obedient, as if she had fallen asleep.

He looked up at the pine trees in the yard, the sides were long, the wind from the pine trees was light, and time slowed down.

For as long as she slept, the boy sat here for a long time. Seeing that her cheek was pierced by the fringe on his collar, Chanyuan Naoya gently moved her position.

She wakes up when she touches it, and when she wakes up, she is about to leave. Chanyuan Naoya is a little regretful and very angry. He should have made her uncomfortable if he knew it earlier, even if his cheeks are scratched, it's none of his business.

In the bottom of his heart, he may also know that he has nothing good. He is not as good as Kamo who understands her, and he is not as strong as Gojo Satoru, so the young man often uses power to oppress others: "I am not emotionally stable yet, do you want to defy the restraint?"

"Adults also know..."

She raised her finger to help him tidy up his kimono, her tone was gentle with a little helplessness: "When it comes to June, I have to hold a tea party."

"What do you have to deal with those inferior things?" Zenyuan Naoya said so, but his tone softened: "Then what do you think?"

The girl raised her head and smiled at him, and she tidied up the scattered tassels: "If your lord is willing, you can come to our house as a guest?"

Zenyuan Naoya grabbed her hand, "You said, then I will also go to this tea party."

She smiled softly: "It's an honor."

**

Mimuroto Temple is also known as Byodoin Temple. Tens of thousands of purple suns are planted here. Every June, the flowers are in full bloom, and the eyes are all blue and purple, like gorgeous fireworks all over the sky.

In the tea room, there is only the movement of turning the tea whisk, which is solemn and quiet, which invites people to concentrate on listening to the sounds of nature.

The wind blew the leaves, and it was still raining lightly. The raindrops hit the Ziyang, and the petals were unbearable, and they bowed down, arousing pity.

After the last guest left, the tea party was over, and only the three young masters of the Yusan family stayed here, as well as a commoner outsider——Xia Youjie.

Luye Lian went to see off the guest, and as soon as she left, Zenyuan Naoya couldn't wait to open the microphone: "I smell a dirty smell."

Xia Youjie raised his brows, he was too lazy to take his seat at this time, Zhizai from the Zen Academy saw that he didn't answer, and fell into silence with a cold face.

For a moment, there was only a slight coughing sound in the room, Xia Youjie turned his head to look over, the boy's hair was much longer than his, tied neatly behind his back, he was wearing a kimono like Zenyuan Naoya, his face was pale, his cheeks were thin, and he looked Extremely frail.

This is the Kamo that Wu said.

Sensing his gaze, Kamo looked back and smiled at him gently, his black eyes were clear and gentle.

Xia Youjie also smiled politely, and Gojo Satoru, who noticed their small movements, came over and smiled: "How about it, Jie, as I said, the capital school is full of such people."

The disdain and provocation in his words were undisguised. Even Xia Youjie felt that the words of his best friend were too much, but the two opposite seemed to have gotten used to Gojo Satoru. One snorted coldly and turned his head away, the other He smiled slightly against his lips, looking a little helpless.

It took too long for her to see off the guests this time, the four teenagers sat together, and the atmosphere became a bit weird for some reason, only Gojo Satoru didn't realize it, and sat in Kano Rei's place to play with her little things.

Most of the tea sets are fragile and fragile, not to mention things that have been handed down hundreds of years ago. The exquisite matcha bowl looks extremely small in the hands of Gojo Satoru. so long?"

Seeing his careless movements, Xia Youjie's eyebrows twitched: "Wu, pay attention."

As soon as he finished speaking, the matcha bowl in Gojo Satoru's hand cracked slightly like foam. The white-haired boy frowned and picked up one of them: "It's too brittle."

At this time, a girl's voice just came from outside the door. She seemed to be on the phone, whispering a story. The four teenagers looked over at the same time. She pushed open the door and bent her eyes. The person was broken, and said to the phone: "I'm going to get busy, sleep well, okay?"

She didn't know what was said over there, she laughed, and Kamo Kenche was taken aback for a moment.

She seldom smiles like that.

Do you like children so much?

The boy lowered his head, thinking of his successor.

That was also a child the size of a bean sprout...

"Why are you sitting under the window?" She took a thin coat and put it on him, her words were full of concern and worry: "It's raining today, it would be bad if the outside wind blows in."

Only at such times would she be the first to see him and walk towards him.

This is the only benefit the disease has brought him.

The jacket was a style I had never seen before, and it was full of tea fragrance. Kamo Kenche raised his fingers together, and the gloom in his heart dissipated a little: "The wind in June is full of hydrangeas, and I want to blow it occasionally."

Today she is wearing a rattan-colored kimono suitable for the occasion, and the boy is wearing her coat and smiling down at her. This scene is indescribably lingering.

Xia Youjie frowned subconsciously, and Gojo Satoru next to him threw a cushion over: "Pretending to be a dead ghost."

The cushion was caught by Kamo Kenche, he coughed a few more times, put a handkerchief to his lips, and still had time to talk to her: "It's been a while since I came out."

Lu Yelian followed and stood up: "I'll see you off."

Walking outside, the light rain did not stop, Lu Yeren followed him under an umbrella, Kamo Kenche looked back: "If you invite them, you are not afraid of ruining your tea party."

"It's a pity that the adults are willing to come here."

"The tea party is safe and sound," Kamo Kenche held the handle of the umbrella, and took the umbrella over: "One thing is missing from Oribe Yaki 500 years ago."

The girl was taken aback for a moment, then looked up at him, and laughed: "It's pity's fault that I feel sorry for you."

"Seeing your cherished things shatter, I am naturally distressed."

Kamo Kenche looked at her for a while, then sighed softly: "If I leave, I don't know how they will torture you."

He plucked a hydrangea and inserted it into her ear temples, and layers of beautiful flowers were placed in her hair, as if her cheeks had also added a bit of crimson color.

Kamo Kenche raised his finger and caressed: "Go back."

**

When she came back again, there was a hydrangea in her hair, and she wanted to know who got it.

Gojo Satoru raised his hand and tore it off, glanced at it but didn't find the trash can, and threw it on the table, just in time to draw her eyes to the pile of debris.

The white-haired boy blinked Mao Maotong: "I just touched it."

"It was obviously broken on purpose." Naoya Chanyuan snorted coldly: "Lian never invited us over for tea before, isn't it just because you are afraid that you will go crazy and break things?"

Gojo Wu raised his eyebrows and looked over: "Will you hit me?"

As if he had finally found an excuse to escape, the boy directly pulled up the collar of Zenyuan Naoya and walked out. Xia Youjie was a little speechless, realizing that this behavior could be regarded as a hit and run.

He sat next to Lu Yelian: "Enlightenment didn't do it on purpose."

"These things are inherently fragile." Lu Yelian smiled at him: "Lian also broke a few pieces when he was a child."

"Really?" It was obvious that her things were broken, but Xia Youjie was comforted by her calm attitude, "They are very rare, these things."

"In the eyes of those who don't like it, it's just a pile of pottery fragments." Lu Yelian put away the fragments, and was about to put Ziyang on the table aside, when the flower branch was held down.

The black-haired boy smiled at her with a gentle tone: "This flower blooms so well, it would be a pity to throw it away now."

His deep purple eyes were full of pity, as if he really felt sorry for the flower in front of him: "May I put it back on for you? It's not like it bloomed in vain."

Lu Yelian was silent for two seconds, then laughed: "Then I will trouble you, sir."

"Why do you call me that again?" He inserted flowers into her hair, "It's very beautiful."

She looked at him sideways, her cheek brushed against the fingertips he had no time to withdraw, both of them were taken aback for a moment.

The girl lowered her head and took out the tea pot, and asked, "Do you want some tea?"

He withdrew his hand in a little panic: "My honor."