[Black Basket] Lonely Garden

In August, the sun is like a fire.

The sunlight pouring down from an altitude of 8000 meters scorched the asphalt road exposed in front of it to an extremely dry state, and on the dark road surface, there was faintly evaporated light smoke hovering on it.

Time stands still.Not a trace of wind passing by, not even a trace.

The camphor trees on both sides of the street used as urban greening seemed to be frozen, motionless.There are only a few listless cicadas crouching quietly in the shadow of Ye and Ye Xie, and Shang is lucky enough to preserve some energy, but he just tore apart the tape in vain, making a hoarse and weak neigh.

There were no traces of pedestrians on the usually bustling pedestrian street. On the main road with six lanes, a few sporadic private cars sped past, leaving behind a few exhaust fumes that were inseparable from the sticky air.Thinking about it, people don't want to stay under the hot and scorching sun for a while.

The heat is unbearable.

...this year has been uncharacteristically hot.

Taking out the handkerchief he carried with him from the trouser pocket of his sports pants, Seijuro Akashi wiped the sweat from his forehead, decided not to rest, and set off immediately.

After taking a nap in the gazebo for tourists, he stood back on the steps halfway up the mountain again, looking down.

His gaze passed over the quaint signboard, past several juvenile trees growing on the edge of the fault, and finally stopped at the entire Kyoto area behind them.At this time, those huge and prosperous concrete buildings were all reduced to model-like toys under his feet.

Combined with the current weather, using exaggerated words to describe it, it is a model building group that will be melted by the scorching sun in the next second.

In this sweltering summer day, where there is no doubt that his own brain has turned into a puddle of molten pulp, what could compare to this place, Akashi thought.

Only here, this quiet mountain hidden in the hot oven, can be called a real paradise.

The wind gently brushed away the broken hair on his forehead, and the tip of his nose was filled with the sweet smell of moist soil mixed with the fragrance of grass and trees.Looking up from a distance, the cool breeze in the mountains is completely different from the "erupting Mount Aso" under your feet. It is refreshing, cheerful and cool.

The gurgling water nourishes every inch of soil along the path opened up for thousands of years. As a result, the branches are stretched out to the maximum extent, and the green and tender branches and leaves are flourishing, covering those leaning on the ground like an umbrella. with its little life.He couldn't help but think that a large part of the reason for the prosperity of the vegetation in this forest is the irrigation of these numerous tributaries, coupled with the clear mountain water that is extremely rich in nutrients.

The treasure land with profound blessings and a source of aura is the Katori Mountain, which is named after the Katori Temple.Although the reputation of the temple is by no means comparable to that of Shitennoji Temple, it is also a temple frequented by Buddhists, and it can be ranked among the top temples in the whole country.

What's more, it's really a good place to take a vacation.

The motive for coming here is purely accidental, and the sudden idea of ​​wanting to travel is just a response to the rigid brain nerves that have been processed by many company documents.

In the office, rubbing his sore and swollen temples, he was very tired and leaned his whole body against the back of the chair that he rarely touched once he started working.

It’s time to give yourself a break too.Looking at another stack of documents on the desktop that symbolizes "completed" and accounts for the majority, he made a decision in his heart at that time.

The reason for choosing the vacation location here—even without a reason, the word immediately following the vacation is this Katori Mountain located on the outskirts of Kyoto.After actually stepping here, he attributed it to "a call from somewhere".

Who said otherwise.Along the way, stepping up one step after another of stone steps, bowing your head to the monks wearing cassocks, twisting beads in their left hands and standing palms in their right hands, is this not a kind of spiritual purification, a kind of open-mindedness immersed in the mind .

Like a believer, he devotes himself to paying homage to the Buddha and worships the Buddha statue devoutly. As a materialist, he will not do such things, but it is very pleasant to be able to come here to steal a few days of peace pleasure.

Akashi stretched his muscles and prepared to return to the gazebo so that he could take back his backpack and continue on the road.

When he took out the bottled water from his backpack and drank it with his head up, he frowned while being satisfied.Because, he saw a strange scene.

At the side corner of the gazebo, a stream winding down from the top of the mountain splits a slope among the overgrown moss. Of course, this ordinary sight is not the reason for his attention. What really surprised him was that a tributary branched from it. Fork out, and flow to the other side in a way that does not conform to the law of material force.And those falling mountains and waters suddenly hit the stone-carved Bodhisattva's fingers holding a willow branch and flying outwards into a lotus shape.

It's like a bodhisattva appearing.

And that girl——the girl who appeared at some unknown time was kneeling and sitting opposite the Bodhisattva statue, with her palms folded and her back straight.

The black hair shaped like a dark cloud was loosely coiled into an exquisite bun, and a few strands of hair that were not taken into account hung down behind her white jade-like neck.She closed her eyes lightly, and looked over from where Akashi was. Her face was serene. Two rows of thick, slender but not curly eyelashes covered her eyes like water, casting a shadow; her red lips, which were not much bigger than a cherry, muttered , spitting out a few verses from it from time to time.

The girl who closed her eyes lightly did not look sad or happy, but she was no different from the compassionate Guanyin on the lotus seat.

The girl wore a brightly colored cross-neck half-arm, with silver threads embroidered with dark patterns of auspicious clouds on the skirt, and an extremely thin white skirt with arrow sleeves on the inside, and a black and white vertical patterned skirt around the soft waist. Mid-color skirt.Typical costumes in the style of the Nara period—no, Akashi can still discern some differences from the details after a careful look. It is said that the local clothing has not yet been developed - that Japan is only a small country with not strong national power, and it is fanatically obsessed with the culture of the Tang Dynasty.

The kneeling girl has a very dignified and graceful figure, a pair of cloud-toed shoes with black background and white patterns is placed upright on one side, half of the foot left outside the futon is facing upwards, and sporadic spots are exposed from the pleats of the mid-color skirt. Akashi couldn't help but look at the dazzlingly round toes, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that his hand holding the bottled water had started to feel sore.

How long has it been here, why didn't I find it at the time.

If it wasn't for his eyes looking around due to inertia when drinking water, then he would never have found a statue of a Bodhisattva in that secluded corner, or even a young girl kneeling down to him.

He had a feeling of rejoicing, which was weak, but it couldn't be easily ignored.

From the beginning to the present, the time of a stick of incense has passed, and the girl still maintains the posture when she first saw her, her slightly weak shoulder line almost blending with the surrounding scenery.

Akashi was not in a hurry, he put the bottled water back into his backpack, estimated the weather, took out a book from it, sat on the stone bench, and read the book leisurely.

Because of his deliberate attention, he immediately put down the book he had read for more than 30 pages when he heard the sound of getting up from over there.

As soon as he looked up, sure enough, he saw that the girl had already got up, just in time to stick those white and greasy little feet into the shoes. This scene was too pure, without any hidden meaning related to pornography.Akashi didn't evade suspicion, and stared at that place with his eyes fixed on him.He held his breath, for fear that a trace of foul air would tarnish the holy scene in front of him.

Xu Shi noticed the gaze of others, the girl turned her head slightly, and the tails of her long and narrow eyes swept towards him lightly, and then she retracted them without any waves.

Hiding halfway behind the pavilion pillar, Akashi didn't know if she saw him, maybe she did, maybe she didn't.But the moment Ming Ruo Qiushui's eyes swept over her, her heart was indeed tense and full of joy.

He didn't understand where this feeling came from, he just felt that the girl's approaching figure was not a phantom, but really approaching gradually.The fairy pendant hanging on her waist, the small silver bell on the longevity lock on her chest jingled, and a plain hairpin was inserted into her temples, so close that even the grain of the wood could be clearly seen.

Just now, she really saw herself.

His heart began to beat uncontrollably. For the first time, he felt ashamed of being rude to peep at others, but he was supported by an indescribable emotion, prompting him to rush out of the gazebo in two or three steps.

In the aisle, Akashi just stood there, motionless, waiting for the girl to approach slowly with graceful steps.

Time seemed to be stretched by a god's mischief, and every time he took a breath, the breath was dragged incomparably long.Finally, at this moment when the four eyes met, the girl's bright and charming face was facing him, and the corners of her eyes were raised lazily.And at this time, Akashi discovered that there was a bean-sized red mole embedded in the center of her eyebrows, and a pair of naturally affectionate phoenix eyes complemented each other beautifully.

Due to the narrow aisle, the silk and satin surface inevitably rubbed against the comfortable polyester material of the sportswear, causing his fingertips to tremble slightly, and he wanted to reach out and grab something, but he was afraid that the beauty would be abrupt.

As the two got closer, Akashi was able to take a closer look at her delicate face, trying to find some different colors from it.However, the result might be disappointing. In the end, the girl just glanced at him coolly, then passed him and walked towards another mountain path.

The contact of the two fabrics, after only a brief brush, quickly pulled away.

He turned his head and looked towards the mountain, only to see that Yiren had gone, leaving behind a lingering cold fragrance that could not be evaporated.

Also remind him that what he saw just now is not an illusion.