Chapter 43 Thousand Tent Lanterns
At the spring equinox, my mother took Yayoi's hand and went to the mountains together.
After the Kawabata family moved from Mutsu to Saitama Prefecture, they set up a cemetery and an ancestral hall here. People who died in the Kawabata family from generation to generation, except for married girls, will be buried here. Yayoi's grandparents, great-grandfather, great-grandmother are all buried here. it's here.
Yayoi doesn't know much about the family history of his grandfather's family, and his mother doesn't know much either.
My mother told Yayoi that my great-grandfather was a leisurely person. During the cherry blossom season, when the weather was warm, he would move a wicker chair and place it under the very old cherry tree. He would lie on the wicker chair and take a nap. The little fat bird likes to hide in the cherry blossom clusters above its head, peeking out its head to look at the people under the tree, and from time to time it opens its mouth and makes a crisp chirping sound.
Great-grandfather took a nap amidst the chirping of these birds, and gradually fell into the soft spring scenery in the yard, gradually falling asleep. It was not until the magic moment, when the setting sun on the horizon dyed the clouds into a brilliant color like rouge, that he would He woke up slowly, moved himself slowly, and walked into the house to wait for dinner.
At this time, great-grandmother would always give great-grandfather a look, saying that he lived like an old turtle.
Old Turtle's great-grandfather would not be angry, he would smile, his eyes would be bent into two slits, and his eyes would be as bright as the cool spring water gushing out of the stream. He would smile and ask great-grandmother what she was eating today.
"Eat whatever you want." Great-grandmother handed over a full bowl of rice, "Don't be picky about what you eat, and learn more from Haruna. Haruna is much better behaved than you."
She is no longer the grandmother of a young girl, but her tone of voice is brisk, reminding Haruna of a young, beautiful, fun-loving and lively girl.
The morning light on the horizon cuts the darkness bit by bit, and the mountains are filled with light mist. The mist is dyed with a light golden color by the morning sun, like a layer of light golden gauze.
Yayoi was carrying a heavy wooden barrel, in which was placed a wooden spoon with a slender handle. The sun fell through the gaps between the ebony buds and merged into the water. The water's light rippled with the rising and falling water.
After the ice and snow melted, the snow water seeped into the soil under the feet, making it moist and sticky when you stepped on it.
Under the trees, where the sun doesn't shine, there is still a thin layer of snow.
Yayoi was held by her mother with one hand and carrying a wooden bucket in the other hand, walking on the path. Originally there was no road here. After the Kawabata family built an ancestral hall here, there was a road for people to walk.
But now, with the decline of the family, the place is inaccessible. The weeds on this road have grown wildly, and there are only faint outlines left.
Following her childhood memories and the outline of this path, her mother led her daughter through the old torii gate and arrived at the resting place of her parents and grandparents.
Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto had been to this cemetery before. They didn't know what they were messing with here. The curse they were looking for was buried underground. Fortunately, they didn't dig a grave. Such a destructive thing happened, but the tombstone was not damaged and was still neat and tidy.
There are many tombstones in the cemetery. Green grass and soil peek out from the gaps between the stone slabs under your feet. On top of the tombstones, slender shadows are cast under the ebony wood.
The tombstones of my grandfather and grandmother are next to the tombstones of my great-grandfather and great-grandmother. Except for my mother and Yayoi, no one has visited them for a long time. The tombstones are covered with dust, and there are fallen leaves and a thin layer of snow under them.
The broom sweeps away the fallen leaves and residual snow underneath, and the brush sweeps away the dust on the tombstone. The rag is dipped in water and carefully wipes the tombstone. After sweeping, take out the flower tube, pour water on it, and insert the cherry blossoms that were broken off from the courtyard at home. Light incense sticks, and the tributes are steamed buns with red bean filling and orange-flavored soda.
My mother said that my great-grandfather and Yayoi had a common hobby. Two generations apart, they both surprisingly liked orange soda.
As the old man is getting older, drinking soda is not good for his health, but drinking tea is just as good. Great-grandmother wouldn’t let great-grandfather drink more, so great-grandfather secretly took his mother to the canteen in the town and carried great-grandmother on his back to finish the drink and then go home. Grandfather and grandson were caught when they came home smelling like orange soda.
"Orange soda."
In the soft sunlight, my mother bent her eyebrows and softened her eyes. Time passed by, and the smile on her lips seemed to be back to the time when the little girl was taken out by her grandmother to secretly drink soda.
"The orange soda is delicious." Yayoi blinked, his red hair falling from his shoulders.
"It's great that you like orange soda too." Mom patted Yayoi's head.
"I also like steamed buns with red bean filling." Yayoi added, "Daifuku also likes them."
Blood ties and fate are strange things.
The mother suddenly remembered that her father also liked red bean filling steamed buns and daifuku. Looking at her red-haired daughter, the smile in her eyes deepened.
——Father, mother, grandfather, grandmother, thank you for bringing me into this world and giving me the opportunity to meet my daughter.
Mom clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and silently conveyed her gratitude and thoughts to her blood relatives who were already in another world.
A few white birds flew across the clear sky, and the cries of birds echoed in the forest.
Yayoi held the wooden bucket and turned back to look at several tombstones. The cherry blossoms in the flower tube were delicate, the water light rippled in the glass container, and the fireworks lit by incense rose.
Yayoi blinked.
"Let's go, Yayoi." Mom held Yayoi's hand.
Yayoi held her mother's hand and walked back along the road she had come. The soil under her feet was moist and sticky, and the grass still smelled of dew.
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The steamed buns I made when I went to visit the tomb in the morning were made by my mother. The steamed buns were stuffed with red bean paste. The orange soda was bought from a store not far from home. This store has been run by my mother since she was a child. Ishida from the store The boss inherited this small shop from his father and has been running it until now.
There are plenty of red bean filling steamed buns and orange-flavored soda at home today.
The spring sun is soft and clear, creating a shallow silhouette under the eaves. The fireworks overhead are blooming brilliantly, delicate and warm. When the wind passes by, the pink petals flutter down.
Yayoi was sitting on the floor of the corridor with a fat orange cat lying on his lap. The sun was very good today. Yayoi was sitting in the courtyard wearing only a sweater. The big orange cat on his lap snored comfortably. The sun shines on the furry fur, making it soft and warm.
Yayoi stroked the tangerine from time to time, until the tangerine under his hand started purring.
The cherry blossom branches on the wall shook, shaking off the cherry blossoms on the branches.
Yayoi was not surprised to see a white head popping up on the wall. When the other party saw Yayoi, he was open and frank, and quickly pulled him up to the wall. He did not feel guilty at all about climbing over the wall and being caught by the owner of the household, but half-heartedly. Squat on the top of the wall and skillfully call to your partner standing on the other side of the wall.
"Do you want to eat steamed buns today?" Satoru Gojo jumped down from the wall and saw the steamed buns on the plate at a glance. His tone was familiar and natural. He swaggered under the eaves and quickly picked up a steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth.
After he climbed over the wall in one step, Suguru Geto looked up and saw the big white cat with bulging cheeks sitting under the eaves. He said out of habit, "Satoru, you can't be so rude..."
"Jay climbed the wall too." Satoru Gojo puffed up his cheeks and swallowed the steamed bun with a flat expression, "Hey, Jay, you can't be so rude~"
Suguru Geto: "..."
It’s hard, the fist is hard.
Satoru Gojo is a strange person. Not only is he powerful, he is also equally powerful in dancing in other people's minefields.
"Do you want to eat steamed buns?" Satoru Gojo held the porcelain plate containing the steamed buns, twisted one of the steamed buns in it, shook it in front of Suguru Geto, and then stuffed it into his mouth with a particularly flat smile, "I won't let you eat it. "
Suguru Geto doesn't want to talk nonsense with this guy who is as childish as a three-year-old child. No, this guy is more childish than a three-year-old child.
After a burst of weird laughter, Satoru Gojo held a plate of steamed buns, twisted one and took a bite, "emmm, why are they all filled with red bean filling?"
It's delicious, but the fillings are a bit monotonous. It would be nice if there were a few different fillings.
"Because my grandfather likes to eat steamed buns stuffed with red bean filling." Yayoi said.
Satoru Gojo supervised the buckets and water ladles under the eaves. He paused and understood what Yayoi meant when he said, "My grandfather likes to eat steamed buns filled with red bean paste." The steamed buns in his mouth suddenly no longer tasted good.
Except for Yayoi's mother, there are no descendants of the Kawabata family of magicians. Yayoi can only be counted as half, because she takes her father's surname, her surname is Amamiya. The last magician in the Kawabata family is Yayoi's grandfather. Her mother's father.
In March last year, Satoru Gojo visited the Kawabata family's cemetery. No one had been to the Kawabata family's cemetery for a long time. It was dilapidated and old, like a dying old man. The cursed object was under the ground, so he dug it out and that was it. Fortunately, this man still had some conscience and attempts, and did not do anything like digging up people's ancestral graves. Instead, he went to find the owner of the cemetery.
The owner didn't find it, but he found a little red-haired one.
The most important thing is that this red-haired fool is an intuitive creature that can defeat him.
It was too late, and the cursed object was swallowed, but it didn't matter, the cursed spirit that swallowed the cursed object was also destroyed by him.
Satoru Gojo came back to his senses and continued to chew the steamed bun in his mouth as if nothing had happened. The sweet taste of the red bean filling filled his heart and mind.
Does the last conjurer of the Kawabata family actually like sweets?
"Meow meow meow."
The big orange cat got up from Yayoi's lap and slowly ran to Suguru Geto, raising his chin with an expression begging for stroking.
Suguru Geto paused for a moment, then reached out and started to pick up the oranges. As he continued to pick up the oranges, he felt someone staring directly at him, their eyes like thorns on his back.
The big orange cat was purring comfortably after being petted by Suguru Geto, but suddenly the hand holding the orange stopped, and the big orange cat meowed unhappily.
Yayoi looked at the big orange cat and then at Suguru Geto, his eyes widened with an incredible expression, and he said in shock, "You actually hooked up with my cat!"
Yayoi suddenly felt a little aggrieved. She was obviously the owner of the big orange cat, she was the one who bathed him, fed him, and stroked him. She turned around and the big orange cat actually ran towards Suguru Geto, meow Meowingly begging to be fucked.
Suguru Geto:? ? ?
Suguru Geto looked confused and thought, is there any need to go out of his way to hook up? This tangerine just came over by fooling someone with a small dried fish.
Satoru Gojo almost burst out laughing, and put the steamed bun in his hand aside, watching the excitement and letting out a continuous burst of weird laughter.
"Jie, have you fallen so low that you want to hook up with someone else's tangerine? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha -" This is a wild laugh of chicken and cat.
Suguru Geto sneered, "You are truly depraved when you degenerate to the point of being masturbated."
The meaning of words can only be understood by those who are familiar with it.
Who masturbated whom and who was masturbated, this is a question.
Satoru Gojo stopped laughing.
Suguru Geto smiled and smiled again, "I have never been touched."
Yayoi turned to look at Satoru Gojo and said doubtfully: "Have you ever been masturbated?"
Satoru Gojo: "..."
Aren't you the one who masturbated me? !
Satoru Gojo dared not say anything, so he stretched out his hand to pinch Yayoi's face. As a result, the little red-haired man ran away like a loach. He also took the orange from Suguru Geto's arms and held it in his arms. Her cat stayed away.
Suguru Geto wanted to laugh, but he had to hold it in. He couldn't hold it in anymore. He was about to develop new abdominal muscles.
The petals of the cherry blossom tree fell to the floor of the corridor, and the pink petals lay quietly on it. When the quiet wind passed by, the petals were brought into the Japanese room.
There was a burst of "Hahahahahahaha——" from the courtyard, and the owner of "Hahahahahahaha——" laughed at the other party without any hesitation, causing the other party to get angry, and the two started fighting in someone else's courtyard.
At least these two people still remember not to use magic.
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The author has something to say:
Little Red Hair: Just hook up with Gojo. Why do you want to hook up with my cat? !
Gojo: Huh? ? ? Jay, you actually want to hook up with me! (Cross your chest and flash back JPG.)
Brother Jie: If I want to hook up with you, I might as well hook up with the little red-haired Orange! !
Daju: Meow? ? ?
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