Chapter 42 Qingjiang Yin
The ebony branches slightly opened some green buds.
In the more than a year since she moved here, Yayoi has seen the four seasons in this courtyard, but she is still happy to observe. At the end of winter and the beginning of spring, spring passes and autumn comes, the ebony branches are opened with tender green buds, and the green branches are little by little. Colored a shimmering golden color.
On the last day of the year, Yayoi swept away the snowflakes on the roof. Her mother cleaned the alcove at home, swept away the dust, hung ropes and pine branches at the door, and placed them in the courtyard. Two green door pine trees.
On the darkest day, a mirror cake should be offered to the Nian God in front of the alcove. The three treasures should be covered with a white paper book. Two overlapping mirror cakes should be placed on the paper hanging, white leaves and cochin wood, and kelp and oranges should be placed. decorate.
The big orange cat, who was taking a nap with squinted eyes in the Japanese room, stepped out of the cardboard box, meowed in circles around the mirror cake placed in front of the alcove, and stared at the oranges placed on the mirror cake.
Yayoi hugged the big orange cat over. The big orange cat flicked its tail twice. Yayoi stretched out her hand and rubbed his belly. After two strokes, the fat orange cat purred and finally paid attention. Transferred from the orange.
Yayoi took out a bigger orange for the big orange cat. Other cats like to play with yarn balls, but his own big orange likes to play with oranges. He stretches out his furry paws and pokes at the oranges on the ground, round and round oranges. Rolling around on the ground.
Dinner is soba noodles. After they are cooked, sprinkle a handful of chopped green onions and add a little sesame oil for seasoning. The side dishes are fried fish and delicious kombu soup.
When night falls, a thin layer of frost is silently covered outside the glass window, and the brilliance of the stars is also cold. The bells of the distant temples begin to roar, echoing in the night sky of the small town like sparks of fire. The sound rang a full one hundred and eight times, and after one hundred and eight times it was the new year.
The singing on the TV continues. The beautiful female singer who sings has a sweet voice, and with the melodious and ups and downs accompaniment, the singing is heart-wrenching.
"Happy New Year, Yayoi."
The mother touched her red-haired daughter's head, and the warm orange light flowed on it. The mother and daughter's heads were closely pressed together, like penguins, one large and one small, huddled together.
The big orange cat lying on Yayoi's lap made a meowing sound. The orange cat, which was rolled into a ball of orange, shook its head and opened its eyelids slightly, revealing its emerald-like cat eyes.
Mom touched the big orange cat’s head and said, “Happy New Year to the big orange cat too.”
The big orange cat purred twice and agreed.
Yayoi remembers that he spent the last New Year in Tokyo. The night view of Tokyo was brilliant, with tall buildings standing among the many buildings, like cranes standing above a flock of chickens. Fireworks bloomed in the dark sky, and his eyes were full of fireworks. Brilliant.
That year, 'Dad' didn't come home. Mom and Yayoi sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, taking in the dazzling scenery through the transparent glass windows.
There are no cranes standing out from the crowd here, nor are there any colorful night scenes.
But Yayoi feels very satisfied and has a very warm feeling. He is happy anywhere with his mother and cat.
Rows of lanterns will be hung on both sides of the street here, emitting warm light through the lampshades, as if they are blooming with warm orange.
"Happy New Year, Mom." Little Red Hair said slowly.
At the end, he added, "Happy New Year, big orange cat."
The big orange cat purred again.
After the bell rings, it is customary to leave your seat and go to bed. After a good night's sleep, family members will get together on the next New Year's Day morning to share their good dreams with each other.
After turning off the lights, Yayoi solemnly covered himself with the quilt. His vision was submerged in the darkness, and he could still vaguely feel the soft halo of the paper lanterns hanging in the shop downstairs.
Yayoi rarely dreams, and her dreams are never good dreams. Most of the better dreams are the few good memories from the past. The dreams are so beautiful, but after waking up from the dream, she is at a loss and feels vaguely sour. The feeling spread silently from a certain organ in the chest.
Some people say that the reason for frequent dreams is because they think too much. Yayoi happens to be the kind of person who doesn't think too much. Most of the time, the little red-haired body moves faster than the brain thinks, and the brain's thinking circuit is also straight. This is probably the reason why she doesn't dream much.
Yayoi wanted to have a good dream for the first time in a long time, otherwise she wouldn't be able to share last night's dream with her mother the next day. She didn't dream on New Year's Eve last year.
Yayoi pulled up the quilt, closed her eyes, and prepared to sleep.
His vision fell into darkness, and the cut light and shadow fell onto the bedroom floor along the slightly open window. The white curtains were blown up by the wind, and the hula hula was flying up and down in the wind.
The ebony branches outside the window stretch toward the sky, with a few sparrows lying on them. They chirp from time to time, move their feet and pick, and the white snow on the branches falls rustlingly.
The ground sparrows flew out, more snow fell, and the sound of falling flutter became clearer in the empty and silent courtyard.
Yayoi opened his eyes and found that he couldn't sleep.
The white curtains rippled open in the night, the windows were open, and the wind blew in fine snowflakes.
Tuk Tuk——
There was a knock on the glass window.
Tuk-tuk-tuk——
The window was knocked several more times.
Yayoi got up and wanted to open the window, but the person who knocked on the door was obviously not very patient. After knocking for a few times, he simply opened the window by himself. The moonlight was like a school of fish, swaying the shimmering tails of the fish, pouring out of the window. Enter the room.
The beautiful pale blue eyes under the moon are as beautiful as the glaciers in the ice field, exuding a refreshing and cold feeling.
This guy is actually wearing a neat white suit. The white shirt under the jacket has been ironed to fit perfectly. His hair is meticulously combed, as if it has been waxed. His hair is half-length but not short, parted to the side, and the hair on his forehead is curled inward, revealing a smooth look. The curves of his forehead and jaw are graceful, and his facial features are so delicate that they seem to have been carved out with a carving knife, and they seem to shine in the night.
The little red haired man looked confused.
Shouldn't this look befitting a large cocktail party? Why did you come to her house?
"Is there anything to eat? I'm starving to death." The familiar image collapsed as soon as he opened his mouth.
Satoru Gojo held the window frame with one hand, stepped on the window sill with one foot, and the other foot was still outside. Although he was dressed up, his true colors were revealed, and he was a bohemian cock-and-cat, even though the face of this cock-and-cat was too Well, it doesn't change the fact that he broke his cock.
"Yes." Yayoi said subconsciously.
Having been deceived by Satoru Gojo for a long time, Yayoi seriously suspected that this man dressed so solemnly was out to cheat and kidnap him. This guy is like a chicken to a cat and a chicken to a chicken, but he can’t stand up to his good looks. As long as he doesn’t open his mouth, he walks to the street. In a battle, the girls who want to strike up a conversation can fill a whole street, but as soon as they open their mouths, those beautiful girls who are eager to strike up a conversation will probably choose to run away.
This was verified by Suguru Geto himself. As a bad friend, he witnessed Satoru Gojo being accosted countless times. Those girls who originally had a glass-like girl's heart had their glass hearts shattered by his bitchy character and fell into ruin. And escape.
There are no girls who were scared away in the normal team. Currently, Suguru Geto only thinks of a little red-haired girl. Although this little red-haired girl is not a normal person, she is just living a normal life.
Before coming in, Yayoi did not forget to remind Satoru Gojo to take off his shoes. Satoru Gojo tutted, but took off his shoes and walked in.
Yayoi took Satoru Gojo all the way to the kitchen of his home, which was not far from the Japanese-style room. The two of them moved as gently as possible, but they still couldn't escape the senses of cats who like to be active at night. The big orange cat twitched its ears, looked up from the carton and saw its old enemy!
Chicken and cat!
Another pair came to occupy his owner!
The big orange cat's tail flicked angrily, and a suppressed roar escaped from his throat. Satoru Gojo, who was passing by the Japanese room, could clearly feel the resentment belonging to the cat that overflowed in the Japanese room. Looking back, he saw a pair of green eyes flashing in the dark night. The eyes are so dark that they look a bit scary at first glance.
Of course, Satoru Gojo, who has seen many curse spirits, will not be frightened by an angry orange. The corner of his lips is raised into a provocative smile.
Big Orange Cat:! ! !
The red hair was tied up with a hair tie, Yayoi put on an apron, started a pot, and planned to cook noodles for this man.
"Soba noodles?" Satoru Gojo curled his lips when he saw the noodles put into the pot, "I don't want to eat this."
"Have you eaten?" Yayoi tilted his head.
"What?" Satoru Gojo sat on the table with his long legs stretched out under the table. He took off his coat and put it on the back of the chair. His muscles were full and smooth under the white shirt.
To be honest, this look is really not suitable for sitting in the kitchen. He does not look like someone sitting in a civilian kitchen. Instead, he looks like he is attending a large cocktail party or a family banquet.
But coupled with this unruly sitting posture, among the condiment jars and pots and pans, it is surprisingly a bit harmonious.
"On a special day, you need to eat soba noodles." Yayoi fiddled with the noodles in the pot a few times with chopsticks. "When eating soba noodles, you need to use chopsticks to cut off the noodles. Unhappy things from the previous year will be cut off from the new year. ”
Although it is already past the Great Dark Day.
"You actually believe this." Satoru Gojo propped his chin, with a mean and flat smile on his face, "You are so childish."
"I'm not naive, you are." Yayoi retorted subconsciously.
Except when he unconsciously gets angry, most of Yayoi's ways of replying have always been very simple, even the sentence structure is relatively simple, so simple that it has almost no lethality, and it is light and airy, like a feather sweeping past.
She is also not likely to get angry because of other people's words. Yayoi's way of feeling the malice of others is never words, but a mysterious intuition.
Satoru Gojo has no ill intentions, he just has a terrible personality. Because there is no malice, Yayoi is not likely to be angry, at most he is a little unhappy.
Yayoi brought him the cooked noodles to the table and added a fried egg on top.
People who come to other people's homes in the middle of the night to ask for food have no right to say this.
Yayoi has a tigerish face, and his round cheeks are bulging, like a squirrel with bulging cheeks. It looks like it feels good in the hand, and it will look more like a pine nut if it is held in its arms.
Satoru Gojo wanted to pinch Yayoi's cheek again, but before this idea could be realized, Yayoi ran to the refrigerator, opened the refrigerator door, and opened the refrigerator.
Satoru Gojo picked up the chopsticks and began to slurp the noodles in the bowl. The noodles were cooked just right and would not get old. Soba itself is a soft type of noodles, and it would break if the chopsticks were applied with a little force.
Satoru Gojo suddenly remembered what Yayoi had just said. When eating soba noodles, you should use chopsticks to cut off the noodles. Unhappy things from the previous year will be disconnected from the new year.
Satoru Gojo simply broke a few noodles.
Unhappy things from the previous year...
Well, let’s just leave it as it was the year before.
Satoru Gojo propped up his chin, the noodles in the bowl were still steaming.
The kitchen was filled with the sticky smell of red beans. The soup pot on the gas stove made a gurgling sound, and wisps of white steam rose through the gaps in the pot lid.
Gojo the cat stood up, and the dog touched the edge of the stove. He quietly opened the lid of the pot, and the hot steam hit his face. If he endured it head-on, he would be burned for a while, but it was okay. He had no lower-limit techniques. .
The red beans are boiling in the soup pot. After the high heat is boiled, the heat is turned to low. The red beans are cooked a little soft. When the lid is opened, the aroma of the red beans hits the face.
Wuhu Wuhu——
When Yayoi turned around, Satoru Gojo was already sitting upright at the table, blinking and looking at the contents of the pot eagerly.
Yayoi: red-haired doubt jpg.
Yayoi poured the rice cake into the pot and stirred it a few times with a spoon. The white soft rice cake was stained with red beans, and the soup was simmering. He never took his eyes away from behind. Yayoi turned around in confusion and found Satoru. Gojo was whistling. The chicken and the cat seemed to be very hungry and had already finished the bowl of soba noodles.
Yayoi turned back, feeling like she was being watched from behind again. When she turned around, she saw Satoru Gojo holding the big orange cat. Yes, the big orange cat ran into the kitchen.
The orange cat's four fat paws were on him, and Satoru Gojo pinched the big orange cat Destiny's neck with one hand. The cat's tail stood up stiffly, like a flag.
Yayoi blinked, and the relationship between the big orange cat and Gojo cat became better. They could still hug each other, if the big orange cat could retract its bared teeth.
After the red bean rice cake soup was ready, Yayoi turned off the gas stove and ran over to rescue the big orange cat from the clutches of Satoru Gojo.
"Why do you start fighting when you meet?" Yayoi picked up the big orange cat.
"Emmm, this fat orange is jealous of me." Satoru Gojo didn't know when he ran to the pot. He stood by the pot eager to eat, looking like a big white cat licking the corner of his mouth.
"What are you jealous of?" Yayoi looked confused while holding the big orange cat.
The big orange cat wanted to bark, but Yayoi touched his head and told him, "Don't bark, mom is resting."
The big orange cat shook its tail.
"Jealous of my beauty." Satoru Gojo said confidently.
Yayoi looked at the big orange cat, and then at Satoru Gojo. On one side was Tachibana, who was about to become a pig, and on the other side was the big and beautiful cat. The cat's pale blue eyes were bright and dazzling, and its white hair seemed to be flowing with silver fluorescence. , fair skin, long legs and good looks.
Yayoi: Okay, that makes sense.
Big orange cat: Meow?
Satoru Gojo sat on the table contentedly, picked up a spoon and started eating rice cakes and drinking red bean soup. He ate slowly and from time to time, he would stick out his tongue to lick the red bean soup from the corner of his mouth.
Yayoi thought of Shaggy. The way Shaggy ate looked very similar to the way Satoru Gojo ate. It could only be said that it was exactly the same.
"Where have you been at night?" Yayoi suddenly asked.
Satoru Gojo's hand holding the spoon paused for a moment before continuing to eat.
"Blind date." Satoru Gojo didn't even raise his head. His voice suddenly lost the joking tone before and became a little colder.
Yayoi:! ! !
Yayoi: "...with a girl?"
Satoru Gojo didn't even raise his head and just said 'hmm'.
Of course he didn't go willingly.
He just attended for various reasons. Halfway through the year-end reception, he finally couldn't help but run away. Those old men would be so angry, right? But... it's none of his business?
The Yusan family will have a gathering every time at this time, and the magicians of the three families will gather together at this time. On the surface, it is to communicate and get familiar with each other, but it is just to show off the capital of the family, to show the right to speak and power, and even to Suppress one or two at the cocktail party.
In short, Yu Sanjia's year-end cocktail party is never just a year-end cocktail party, but a Hongmen Banquet with various purposes, and a Hongmen Banquet that one has to attend. As for running away halfway, besides him, there are also No direct descendant of the Yusan family would dare to do it.
The old guy from Gojo's family had more beautiful ideas, and seemed to want to set him up with a certain woman.
These old guys, he is only sixteen years old, the legal age for marriage in Japan is still eighteen! A bunch of beasts!
Yayoi:! ! !
Don't you like Geto? ! Scumbag! !
Geto is such a good boy, but you actually trash Geto! !
Suguru Geto:? ? ?
Suguru Geto was celebrating the New Year with his parents at home and sneezed twice loudly.
Satoru Gojo looked up and saw the little red-haired boy's shocked eyes and incredulous expression. He was holding the orange cat and looking at him like he was some kind of scumbag.
Satoru Gojo:! ! !
This expression, this look, could it be that... Little Red Hair likes me? !
Satoru Gojo was shocked, blood rushed to his cheeks, and his ears covered by silver-white hair turned a thin red. The red bean rice cake soup in the bowl was still rising with warm white mist. The temperature seemed a bit too hot, and the red bean rice cake soup was still rising. His cheeks were a little hot with steam, as if he was trapped in a cloud, and his whole body felt light and airy.
A handful of snowflakes fell from the cherry blossom tree outside the window, and the white snow in the courtyard was silent and soft.
Yayoi's amber eyes were still staring at Satoru Gojo, wide and accusatory. Her eyelashes were clearly visible in the six eyes, and her red hair was glowing under the warm orange light.
Satoru Gojo frowned, trying to drive away the heat behind his ears, and subconsciously curled his lips, "I won't like you!"
Yayoi tilted her head, and her red hair was lifted up in an arc, "I won't like you either!"
You scumbag, you scumbag Geto just because he is not a girl!
Satoru Gojo's eyes widened and he subconsciously retorted: "Huh? You don't want such an outstanding and powerful man like me?!"
"I don't want it!" Yayoi glared.
So the little red-haired girl's face was pinched again, and it was a combination of pinching and pinching. When she escaped from Satoru Gojo's clutches, there were several red fingerprints on her cheeks.
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