[Black Basket] Lonely Garden

After enjoying the dinner prepared by the store in the small hall, Akashi walked back to the room, opened the finely carved small window, and looked at the source of the music.

There were probably about twenty people. A group of people lined up in a semi-elliptical formation on the open space next to the hotel. Some of them played musical instruments that looked like shamisen but were not shamisen, and some played flutes. .The sound of silk and bamboo sounds is played by this group of people.

And the two people surrounded by the circle are obviously the protagonists of the band, a man and a woman, wearing ancient costumes with intricate embroidery, and whenever they throw their sleeves away, the two long and wide white sleeves will "sigh" After a while, it was thrown out with extraordinary elegance, and then it was taken back with exquisite skills.Akashi guessed that it should be the costume worn in the official performance.

He opened the window further and poked half his head out, trying to see it better, but the big myrobalan tree in front of the hotel seemed to be trying to oppose him, with its majestic trunk standing there, topping The huge crown of the tree swelled, blocking the opposite view tightly.Only when the wind blows through the gaps between the leaves, is it willing to give alms so little is better than nothing.

Once the eyes cannot see clearly, the sense organs of the ears will become extremely clear.

On some tree branch, the cuckoo's cub yelled "Cuckoo... Cuckoo...".He simply closed his eyes, tapped his fingers on the window frame, and listened carefully to the melodious and beautiful opera from a foreign country.

In his spare time, Akashi also often went to the theater to watch his country's Noh music with an appreciation mentality. Therefore, he didn't feel unacceptable when he heard the opera artists babbling and dragging their long opera tunes. Still feel novel.

I heard from Ms. Morita that the opera performers were sent by the government to Japan for cultural exchange performances. They traveled all the way from Tokyo to the Minamiza in Kyoto earlier. Due to the request of the leaders of the two countries, the performance activities were added to one month.

After the one-month overdue performance finally ended, the organizer sympathized with their unreasonable extra hard work this month, and arranged for them this opportunity to come to Katori Mountain for vacation.So far, that group of people has been staying for about four or five days, and is expected to continue to live until the first ten days of the next month.

There were not many guest rooms in the hotel. When these twenty or so people came, even if every four people shared a room, they would almost take up two-thirds of the rooms. The passenger called later, and it was still a question of whether the room he was staying in was his.

These are Ms. Morita's original words. Although there is a businessman's habit of saying beautiful words, it is undeniable that he is indeed lucky and should be lucky.

On the green curtain painted with the leaves of the chrysanthemum tree, Akashi suddenly appeared in front of Akashi's eyes with a sweet smile—she squinted her eyes, stretched her brows, her hands were like sleeves, and a pair of cute little pear dimples were in the frivolous Under the cover of Bai Ru's sleeves, it is looming.

Many people must have told her that she has beautiful eyes.

The girl's eyelids are thin, with a feeling of weakness due to long-term malnutrition; the lines and layers of the double eyelids are very beautiful and smooth, and although the eyelashes are not curled, they are thicker and more slender than ordinary people. There are a pair of big and flexible eyeballs, so the originally deep blue color is rendered into a light foggy gray - there, he once witnessed the entire Jiangnan courtyard in the mist and rain. Hazy scene.

Although there were no ups and downs most of the time, and his usual expression was just squinting and hanging eyes, he had already discovered that the girl's essence was not as cold as it appeared when he first met.

she will laugh.The corners of the mouth will be raised slowly, the soft light will flow in the eyes, and the cheeks will be smudged with pink.When someone touches the forehead, it will also show a happy and comfortable look like a cat.

After all, he's just a child...

Young and carefree.At the age of fifteen or sixteen, she is in the most beautiful stage of her life, a stage that combines the innocence of a child with the freshness and sweetness of a girl, full of vigor and charm beyond belief.

It doesn't look like him—— Akashi rubbed his face wearily.He is already 25 years old, and the wall separating them is the age difference, the language barrier, the lover who has been dating for more than seven years, the responsibility on his shoulders, and the unavoidable reality.

No idea……

There is no way.

At this time, the wind was raging, and the leaves were blown rattling, and those leaves and branches all hung to the sky together.A vision suddenly opened up.

And the eyes of the female artist who was singing in the encirclement followed the trajectory of the wind, and suddenly glanced in the direction where he was. who is it.

His heart was bound by the sound of tangled silk and bamboo, making him almost unable to breathe smoothly.Unknowingly, the desire to get close to her has become so strong.

Akashi moved slightly, opened the door, thought for a while, then returned to the bed, and took out a book from the bedside table that he brought along with his luggage—it was the book that was waiting for the girl in the pavilion to raise her head from the Bodhisattva statue. I flipped through more than 30 pages in a hurry, but I didn't really read the book very much.

"Is Akashi-san going out?"

When passing by the front desk of the hotel, Ms. Morita was writing and drawing in a notebook with a pen. Seeing him passing by, she got up and said hello with a smile.

"Ah."

"That's it... the mountains are no better than the city, the road is full of sand and gravel, please pay attention to your steps."

"I see, thank you for letting me know. That..." Akashi thought, maybe he could learn something from Ms. Morita.He asked politely, "Do they do this every day?"

They were of course referring to the group of opera performers outside. Due to the long history of the hotel, the sound insulation effect is not very good. It is fine in the room, but as soon as people approach the front door, they can hear all the wind and grass outside.

Ms. Morita frowned, as if she was sorry for disturbing the guest who was either rich or expensive.

"Not every day... Occasionally. Mr. Akashi, you should also know that as an opera artist, if you don't practice for a day, your voice will rust. The same is true for our Kabuki."

"Yes." He agreed.

"It's great that you understand. There is a pair of unopened earplugs in the drawer of the bedside table in the room. You can use them as you like... Speaking of which, there seems to be resources about their performances on the Internet. If you are interested, you can take a look. ...you can find it by searching for the keywords Kunqu Opera and Nanzuo."

He understood that Ms. Morita wanted to dispel his "prejudice" and "complaints" through the wonderful performances of the artists, so he nodded.

The secret channel is a reasonable guest, and Ms. Morita covered her lips with a smile and brought up the topic: "My old man has no hobbies. He is obsessed with traditional dramas, but he was brought out of his mother's womb when he was young. It's like puppet shows in Southeast Asian circles, and Chinese ones. He has dabbled in Peking opera, as well as his own country’s Noh opera, etc. This time he heard that a Kunqu opera troupe from a neighboring country rarely came to Japan for a tour, and he was very happy. He even went to the scene a few days ago... Hehehe , look..."

As she spoke, Ms. Morita put on her presbyopic glasses, took out a brand new photo album from the drawer of the counter, flipped through the hard-covered book, and pointed it out to him.

Akashi looked over and saw that in the photo, the vigorous old man was standing in front of the camera, smiling contentedly.And beside him, a girl who was so familiar to Akashi, so familiar that she had already engraved in her mind, was also looking straight at the camera with her hands down.

A dazzling array of emerald heads studded with rhinestones are piled heavily on the head, and under the short light of the spotlight, they twinkle and twinkle beautifully; a water-blue double-breasted costume makes the girl Pingting's figure even more beautiful. Slender, her pair of eyes that have been outlined with thick ink fly sideways, as if they can penetrate the shackles of photosensitive paper and shine directly into people's hearts.

This is……

"This was taken by my old man after the performance, when he ran backstage to look for the top card. The little girl is from Jiajia, and she looks so pretty."

"せんすつ." He couldn't help but read the name of the person in the photo.

"Isn't it? This is the girl that Mr. Akashi met in the courtyard at noon. Hey, speaking of my bad old man, he seems to have found a spiritual sustenance these days. It's really exciting to get together with that group of opera artists every day." I can't bear it. You go out now, and you won't be able to see him nearby."

Then, Ms. Morita changed the subject and said embarrassingly: "Actually, I couldn't pronounce it correctly at the time, which made you laugh. That's not how her name is... Or, I'll write it for you, and you can judge for yourself." .”

"It's troublesome."

Ms. Morita took out a pen and paper, wrote three correct Chinese characters on the second page of the book - holy tree child, and then passed it on to Akashi. "That's her name."

holy tree.He pondered these three words carefully, his pupils slightly widened.

Holy——

Tree--

son--

The dizzy physiological reaction happened in an instant. He suddenly felt cold sweat, his hands and feet were numb, his throat seemed to be lightly strangled, and there was a frowning itchiness.

Immediately afterwards, a bunch of fireworks suddenly bloomed above the Tianling Gai with gorgeous fireworks.

Those fuels that had burned up in mid-air rushed to fall on all parts of his body, adding fertile nourishment to the bad thoughts that he tried to cover up and crazily bred.

They come out of the ground.

"Cuckoo..."

No, this is not the begging call of a cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo, it is a sound called "Longing" coming from his vocal tract, rushing out from between his trembling lips and teeth.

Holy tree... holy tree... holy tree.

He kept chanting these three words silently, covered his face, and let out a low-pitched laugh from between his fingers.

...Got it, your name.

It's a good name.

Ms. Morita on the side looked worriedly at the guest who was suddenly absent, and asked, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay..." On the contrary, he felt that life was very good.

After a while, Akashi smiled and waved at Ms. Morita, the joy in his tone was self-evident. "Thank you for the hospitality, I'll go outside for a while."

After all, he walked out of the door, only to feel that the air in the mountains was sweet, and the exotic operas that played not far away were really pleasant to hear.

The author has something to say: Sheng Shuzi——seijuko

Seijuro - seijuro

Now you know why I am lazy, just transfer the name of the hostess Su Wen next door to this place so simply and rudely,

It's definitely a couple's name. (cover face and laugh

Minamiza is a theater located in Kyoto, the birthplace of Kabuki in Japan.

The Kunqu opera artists in our country performed a Chinese-Japanese version of "The Peony Pavilion" with the Japanese drama master Mr. Bando Tamasaburo here in 11. The little eyes of Du Liniang played by Mr. Bando It's hooked... I, a straight girl, can't stand it.

Station B has resources, interested friends can go and have a look.Enter Nanzuo and Kunqu opera on the engine to search.