[Black Basket] Lonely Garden

A few words of foreign language were vaguely mixed with the slight teasing.

It was a group of tourists from other countries in Asia, and they were numerous and numerous.The crowd crossed the threshold of the main hall in a mighty and quiet manner, and stepped out of the hall talking and laughing.Everyone has a decent smile on their face.

The leader walking in the front is a young man about 27 or [-] years old, wearing a cloth shirt, with medium to long hair and a beard on his upper lip.To be honest, his facial features and overall temperament are not very suitable for this dress, which makes people feel old-fashioned for no reason.

The man gestured at the front and yelled a few words in a foreign language that Akashi couldn't understand. Afterwards, the people behind him scattered like birds and beasts, each going to their respective destinations.Some went to the nearby grove, some went to the monk's dormitory behind the temple, and some went to the hotel tens of meters away—the only hotel on the mountain.In case there was no place to stay after going up the mountain, Akashi had already booked a room in that hotel online in advance before coming to Katori Mountain.

It seemed that the team's daily ritual of worshiping the Buddha had ended, and everyone scattered away in twos and threes. After a while, only the young leader was left on the scene.Akashi originally thought that he would find a place to spend the rest of his time at random like everyone else, but he turned back to the temple again, not knowing what to do.

There is very little luggage in the backpack, only a few light sportswear in total.Akashi folded his shoulder straps, thinking, before going to the hotel to unload his luggage, let's pay a visit to the "Land Lord" here.

Katori Temple belongs to the branch of the Pure Land sect. The ancient temple is not small, and it is big enough for Akashi to catch a glimpse of the young leader who just entered the temple.

At this moment, the young man was standing in the corner, bowing his head and asking for something.To Akashi's surprise and joy, the girl he met by the gazebo was standing next to him. She turned her cheek slightly, revealing a beautiful neck like a grub. Bottom, pretend to echo.

The eyes are full of anger, and the brows are still green.It looks really good, as if it came out of a lady's picture.

Although he couldn't understand what they were saying, and the three of them were far apart, what he could hear was only fragments of words filtered by incense, but this time, Akashi finally figured out which country the language they spoke was from—— Chinese.

It turned out to be a tourist from China.While letting go of his heart, he also felt that an inexplicable sense of loss was pressing down together, pressing down on his heart, and the weight was not light.

He was always paying attention to the movement over there, but the little novice who was waiting by the side tilted his head and looked at him, as if wondering why this pilgrim had been here for so long but didn't make any moves.Akashi hurriedly put his palms together, bent down to the Tathagata Buddha statue with reference to his past memory, and put a few coins into the merit box.

After doing all this, it happened to be the time for the two of them to finish their conversation and prepare for their return journey.Seeing this, Akashi quickly chased after them, cleverly using the objects beside him to cover up his figure, and he was safe all the way without being noticed by them.

Then, he watched them walk into the garden in front of the hotel together - Akashi's nerves tensed, and he relaxed after seeing the two of them parted ways there.

The girl was already sitting on the wicker chair, sipping the tea that was just made by the waiter, and he had no time to distract himself from exploring where the young man had gone.The red-haired talent just stood in front of the fence in the garden, looking inside eagerly.

The afternoon sun penetrated the mottled and intertwined leaves, covering the girl with a layer of verdant shade.She is leaning on the back of the hollowed-out chair, with a jade-colored teacup on her bony knuckles, she can't help but want to become this lucky one that can be parked on her fingertips Here comes the cup.

The misty and slowly rising white smoke bypassed the pale pinkish nails, climbed upwards, and slowly painted the girl's eyebrows, and finally a pure and innocent fog flower bloomed between the eyebrows.

The thin eyelids are closed, and the expression is serene and quiet. Doesn't that look like waiting for the South China Sea Guanyin Bodhisattva to take out willow branches from the clean bottle and sprinkle a few drops of pure and clean water on her bowed head?

Afterwards, she opened a pair of exquisitely clear eyes that were soaked in tea, pulled her beautifully curved lips, and raised a shallow smile towards Akashi who was staring blankly not far away.

This smile is the affectionate smile that Zhanyan gave to King Xiang when the goddess left; it is under the big plum tree, Zhao Ren and a fragrant girl with light make-up and plain clothes drank together happily. During the tour, the girl showed a lingering smile; it was Chang'an Pujiu Temple. Zhang Gong met Cui Yingying, an old Miss Xiangguo, in the back garden. *

Clean, pure and spotless.What a beautiful child.

Facing the clear gaze of the other party looking back, Akashi stepped through the courtyard door, took two steps forward, pointed to another wicker chair in front of her desk, and asked, "Excuse me, may I sit here?"

The girl stared at his fingertips pointing to the wicker chair for a while, so long that Akashi regretted it.Fortunately, after a while, the girl raised her eyes and nodded at him.

She agreed.

His brows were stained with joy, he pulled out the chair and sat down, with his hands on his lap, like a young man in love, he had nowhere to put his eyes: they followed the girl's every move unconsciously, relying on the only limbs Actions try to decipher what words are.

"May I ask a question..."

After the tea was finished, Su Hand deftly played with the teacup with exquisite patterns.Akashi cleared his throat and asked the question that had been lingering in his mind. He asked, "What's your name?"

After listening to Akashi's question, the girl put the cup in her hand back on the table. She leaned on her elbow, nestled that fair and delicate face in her half-open palm, and shook her head at him with a faint smile.

shake your head?What does it mean?Don't want to tell?

Just as he was thinking about it, at this moment, someone came over and solved his doubts.

"Is that Mr. Akashi from Tokyo?" An old woman with a smile came to their table, holding the tea tray under her stomach, and posing as a waiter.Akashi immediately understood that the person in front of him was the wife of the hotel owner, Ms. Morita.She came here to explain the housing matters.

"it's me."

"My surname is Morita. When I passed by here, I heard Akashi-san's voice very similar to the one on the phone."

He nodded: "It's the room I reserved."

"Mr. Akashi is very lucky. The last tenant called to make an appointment. It is not easy to book a room at this time."

"My pleasure."

Ms. Morita continued: "It's the end of August and it's still so hot. It's very wise for you to come. This disgusting weather can't go anywhere. This is the coolest place in the whole of Kyoto. I sincerely hope that you can spend it here." Have a wonderful vacation... If Mr. Akashi is willing, you can check in directly after registering at the front desk." After a pause, she glanced at the empty table in front of Akashi's desk, and suddenly said: "Oh, I'm so old My mind is also confused, Mr. Akashi, do you need some tea?"

While asking, he made a cup of tea for the girl who was quietly listening.

Akashi bluntly refused: "Don't worry about it, I will register later."

"Ok."

Ms. Morita looked away from the girl, landed on Akashi's face, and asked casually, "Can Mr. Akashi speak Chinese?"

"Chinese?"

"That's right, that girl." She raised her chin in the direction of the girl opposite, and explained, "I'm here for vacation just like you, but she came with a group of Chinese opera artists and can't speak Japanese. "

After her explanation, Akashi had an epiphany.It turned out that the girl didn't understand what he said just now, but understood what he meant when he pointed at the wicker chair.Then, it would be reasonable for her not to answer his questions afterwards.

He looked at the girl sipping tea unwillingly, and tried to ask in English: "Can you understand what I'm saying?"

"..."

She still frowned and didn't respond.

"It seems that this girl can't understand English." Ms. Morita, who witnessed all this, interjected.She lovingly touched the girl's smooth hair, and she could see her charming expression with her eyes narrowed and her smile stretched.

"せんすつ."

Ms. Morita read like this, and what she called out should be the Chinese pronunciation of the girl's name, and Akashi also silently read along with her, keeping the inaccurate pronunciation, and possibly even the wrong name in mind.

"せんすつ...せんすつ."

Akashi didn't know whether it was more regretful or more regretful that settled in his heart, maybe there were as many of the two as there are sands in the Ganges River.He tightened his hands resting on his thighs, tightened them again, finally sighed, and said to himself: "It's a pity..."

in case……

That's all...

"That... Mr. Akashi."

While wandering, the mobile phone rang the ringtone that came with the system inappropriately.Ms. Morita glanced at his backpack, beckoning him to answer the phone.

Akashi picked up the phone, his eyes glanced at the familiar name on the screen.

"Sorry, didn't pay attention."

Before answering the phone, he politely asked Ms. Morita if he could take his luggage to the reserved room. After getting a positive answer, he got up to avoid the two, walked a little further away, and pressed the green button Call button.

The female voice on the phone is distorted through electromagnetic transmission.

"...just arrived."

"...I'm already in the hotel, everything is fine, please don't miss me."

"...I will go back in two days, it won't be too long."

On the screen of the mobile phone, Kaori Toyotomi, his girlfriend of seven years, initiated a call request, and asked her concerned boyfriend in a gentle and caring tone if he was well outside.

He always answered: good.

Everything is fine, except for the girl.

Ms. Morita rushed to entertain other guests, and the remaining girl was sitting alone on the rattan chair, kicking the skirt hanging on the ground as if she had nothing to do, her inadvertently charming and naive expression was so annoying people love.She looked curiously at where Akashi was, and immediately caught sight of his sneaking glances.

He turned around quickly.

I'm sorry, but I don't want you to know the change in my mood for the time being.

A wave of self-loathing and embarrassment surged up in my heart.Akashi opened his mouth lightly, and let out a mouthful of stale air stuck in his chest cavity, and afterward, his beating heart calmed down.

The sun is so dazzling.

The soft female voice whispering in my ears became more and more indistinct, accompanied by the rustling of myrobalan leaves in gusts of wind, and gradually became unclear.He stared up at the whirling tree shadow on the top, and narrowed his eyes uncomfortably.

It was so piercing that you couldn't even open your eyes, why did you still stare at it, unwilling to move away even for a moment.

The author has something to say: allusion source:

1. Song Yu's "Goddess Fu"

2. Liu Zongyuan's "Dragon City Records · Zhao Shixiong Drunken and Resting Under the Plum Blossoms"

3. Yuan Zhen's "The Story of Yingying"

(The background of "The Story of Yingying" is not well chosen, and will be revised again later.)

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せんすつ=sensutsu