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Chapter 54 55. Fishing... No, fried fish!
Coming out of Yinyang, Rinya Fujiwara took a walk to the nearby Keikuniya Bookstore.

The store has a high ceiling, and he wandered among the rows of bookshelves, and finally went to the counter to pay with two books on the Spanish Civil War.

The cashier is a woman who looks smart and capable. To be called a beauty, her appearance is really not enough.But fortunately, she has a graceful figure, and the gold-rimmed glasses on her eyes are also very elegant, which is easy to make people feel good.

"Very few people buy books about the Spanish Civil War," she said, lifting her face.

"Maybe I can find some inspiration from it." Fujiwara Rinya replied word by word.

"The last group of people who were inspired has already fallen like the republican government in the book." She shook her head with emotion, and skillfully scanned the price code on the book. After paying the bill, she thoughtfully gave Fujiwara a print Beautiful paper bag.

The fallen people refer to the group of people who launched the Japanese Red Movement in the 70s.

Fujiwara Lin didn't discuss too much, just turned around with the book in hand, when the phone rang.

Glancing at the screen, it was an unfamiliar number, so I picked it up after thinking about it.

"Hello~"

"Senior, go to Disney with Asuka, how about—"

"I want to study." Fujiwara Rin also directly refused.

"Just learn from Monday to Friday, and of course you have to relax on weekends!"

"Asuka-san, I'm different from you."

"Of course it's different, you are a man and others are women~"

"I mean, I was born in a very remote town," Fujiwara Rinya walked towards the busy streets of Koshu, passing many people, "There is no dental clinic, no coffee shop, no tram; I had to walk more than ten kilometers on a mountain road to get a haircut, and I had to ask acquaintances to help me get a haircut, and the radio could not receive a signal for 23 hours a day."

"Is there such a place?"

Asuka Kasahara sounded surprised.

"Of course, there are still many things you don't know," Fujiwara Rin also stopped at the red street lights, "Compared with you who have no worries about food and clothing since childhood, I have to work very hard to survive in the city of Tokyo, so I still have to Please don't..."

Kasahara Asuka slapped her head and face: "Senior, you can get married."

"..."

"Haha, stop teasing senior."

"But Asuka is so boring, why don't you come and accompany her~~"

On the other side of the receiver, apart from the whining voice of the school girl, there was also a slight "Puff" sound.

Fujiwara Rin also imagined the scene of her bare legs slapping the sofa up and down, and her attitude softened.

The traffic light turned green, and he crossed the road and said, "I'm going to ask Mr. Ikeda to go fishing this afternoon. You can come if you're bored."

"fishing?"

"Senior is such a boring person, Asuka is so disappointed!"

Kasahara Asuka complained and hung up the phone directly.

"..."

Pooh!
Smelly woman!
Fishing is much more fun than being with you!
Fujiwara Lin also noted her number, followed the mobile phone navigation through Sendagaya to the Jingu Stadium, passed by the Nezu Art Museum, and finally came to a fishing tackle shop on Aoyama Street.

The phone in his pocket rang again.

This time it was Rinko Hoshimi calling.

"Hello, senior."

"Come over to my house in the afternoon and help make some matcha cakes."

"I have something to do this afternoon."

"Oh."

The senior sister responded indifferently, and hung up the phone neatly.

"..."

Fujiwara Rin also looked at the screen, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart: Why did the two female high school students I knew hang up the phone in such a hurry?
Forget it.

Still more fun to play with boys.

Fujiwara Lin also opened the address book and got through Ikeda Aoji's number.

"Hey, Fujiwara-kun, what's the matter?" The little monk greeted him with his usual hearty voice.

"Come out and fish with me."

"Hey..." Ikeda Qingji was stunned for a few seconds, and his tone became very excited, "After half a year, you finally asked me out on the weekend again, I thought you had forgotten that I was a friend. Huh Wow, I'm so touched—”

"Yeah, I haven't forgotten," Fujiwara Rin also replied perfunctorily, "Besides fishing, there is one more thing I want to discuss with you."

"..."

There was silence across the receiver.

Fujiwara Lin also said to himself: "I want to buy a cemetery from you, and give me a discount."

In Shinto culture, death is considered an ominous symbol, and no shrine, no matter how large or small, will touch the funeral business.

However, due to the influence of Han culture, the Japanese also pay attention to the need to bury people in the ground after death, and there is a strong demand for cemeteries.Foreign Buddhists and Taoists saw the huge benefits, so they started the business of cemetery management.

Hundreds of years of accumulation and inheritance, the current monks have already explored a complete set of "one-stop funeral and funeral services for the eighteen acquaintances".

"Fujiwara-kun~"

On the phone, the little monk's voice was a little hurt.

"I thought you asked me to go fishing because you wanted to play with me..."

"For fishing, you always have to make a nest in advance," Fujiwara Rin also answered him confidently, "When fishing for a monk's cemetery, you also have to make a nest in advance."

"You haven't paid me for the cemetery you asked for three times before!" Ikeda Qingji scolded him angrily, "On this matter, my old monk has been nagging me for a long time, and he almost beat me up."

"Give it, give it together."

The fact that the debt was not repaid was brought out, and Fujiwara Rin could only apologize and said with a smile: "Including this time, how much is the total of the four cemeteries?"

Japan is a small country, so the cemetery is of course expensive.

An ordinary cemetery of 2 square meters costs 200 million yen, and in big cities, especially Tokyo, the price may be doubled.

"Aren't you going to save your money to build the shrine?" Ikeda Qingji hesitated.

"It's been a little looser recently."

"Forget it, you use the cemetery first, and I will continue to take care of the old monk."

"It's okay. If you say you have money, you really have money. If you really don't have money, I won't be polite to you."

"Then give it 400 million."

"so cheap?"

"Half price offer."

"The old monk won't beat you?"

"I am following you to do good deeds and promote Buddhism. If he dares to beat me up, I will fight back confidently!"

"That's good, I'll go to Shanguo Temple during Golden Week."

"I'll get you ready."

"Great kindness, Ikeda-kun!"

"Fujiwara-kun is also very kind!"

The little priest and the little monk flattered each other all the way, and they met to go fishing in Tokyo Bay.

From noon, until the sun slanted to the west, it took a full six hours, and finally both of them were in the air force.

"Buddha bless~"

"Quickly hook the fish~"

Ikeda Qingji stared at the float on the water with dull eyes, talking non-stop.

"Looks like the Air Force is here today." Rin Fujiwara said with emotion, and slowly pulled up the line.

At this time, a school of horse mackerel swims over and looks for food along the seawall.I don't know what happened, just as Ikeda Qingji was about to take up the line and go home, several fish floated to the surface, staring at the fisherman on the shore with their fish eyes opening and closing, spitting air bubbles.

Like laughing at something.

"Fujiwara..."

"Well, I see it."

"Are they mocking us both?"

"……possible."

Fujiwara Rin also lowered his head and looked at the empty net bag.

Then, he raised his head and stared at the group of reckless horse mackerel with a sullen expression.

Ikeda Qingji clenched his fists: "You can't get used to them!"

"Yes!" Fujiwara Rinya turned his head left and right to observe, and after confirming that there was no one nearby, he waved his palm forward: "Do it!"

"Om, well, what, bah, me, hum"

The six-character proverb is now.

Ikeda Qingji pushed his palm, and the Buddha's light bloomed.

"Boom~"

The sea exploded.

The ripples spread rapidly, and after a while, dozens of horse mackerel floated on the sea surface, dying painlessly.

"Amitabha~"

Ikeda Qingji clasped his hands together, bowed to Yuyu solemnly.

Immediately afterwards, he turned his head and stretched out his palm towards Rinya Fujiwara with a playful smile: "It's a big harvest today!"

"yeah!"

Rinya Fujiwara high-fives with his friend.

When he got home at night, he wrote it down in his diary.

[On a sunny spring day near the end of April, the little monk and the little priest who couldn't catch any fish exploded a group of ordinary fish with extraordinary power. 】

[This is not a very meaningful thing, nor is it a thing worthy of praise, but the happy mood at that time is worth recalling for a lifetime. 】

[The horse mackerel fish soup is very sweet, and it will be fried next time. 】

(End of this chapter)