Tokyo: Starting from staying with my mother’s best friend

Chapter 1 Mother’s Best Friend

At the end of March, the cherry blossoms are in full bloom.

Between the cherry trees on both sides of the ramp, there are continuous black and white curtains, and a noisy Buddhist ceremony is being held at the end.

There was a funeral smell in the air.

The fresh fragrance of cherry blossoms, the fragrance of incense sticks, the fragrance of camphor clinging to mourning clothes, and the humid earthy smell of early spring... All the above smells mix together to become a superstitious smell, which is the so-called funeral smell. smell.

Ionuma Isao carried his luggage and slowly walked to the top of the slope.

There are mansions lined up on both sides of the gentle slope.

Every home is decorated with great elegance. It seems that the people living here are either rich or noble.

A funeral ceremony was being held in the mansion on the top of the hill, which had the highest view.

Most of the people passing by were wearing black mourning clothes and looking solemn.

Each face seemed to look the same under the black wrap, just like ants gathering around the candy.

"What a luxurious funeral. It seems to be a rich family. How could my mother, a country shrew, have a best friend from such a family..."

Ionuma Isao blended in with the crowd and headed towards the top of the slope. Directly in front of his sight, a huge shadow gradually appeared.

That was the destination of his trip.

——Huacheng family.

A slightly chilly spring breeze blows.

On the top of the slope, as far as the eye can see, there is a rain of cherry blossoms.

"Ah..."

Ionuma Isao sneezed three times in succession before he walked through this road that looked beautiful but was actually very troublesome for his nose.

Stop and look around.

The mottled black walls, the brass doors turned black, the bricks and wood with traces of blackening remaining, the dark walls carved with traces of time... The whole mansion seemed to be black, like a stage set.

There is still a long way to go from the Western-style gate to the main entrance of the Japanese-style mansion.

This section of the road was crowded with people and noisy.

Several monks in cassocks held tin staffs in their hands and shook them sonorously, as if they were exorcising evil spirits.

"Where should I find Aunt Xingzi..."

Facing this chaotic scene, Ionuma Isao, who was standing at the gate, was momentarily troubled.

He just arrived in Tokyo from Asahikawa, Hokkaido today. He was originally going to join his mother's best friend Kyoko Huacheng, but when he came to Huacheng's house, he saw that his aunt seemed to be dead... This was really bad timing.

How about finding a hotel to stay for a few days?

As soon as this thought came out, Ionuma Isao turned around with his luggage and planned to go back.

At this time, a childish voice suddenly called him to stop.

"Did you just call Aunt Xingzi?"

Such a slender and crisp voice - Ionuma Isao couldn't help but admire it.

He looked sideways.

There is a girl standing by the fence.

The light was dim today, but the moment he saw her, the brightness all around seemed to suddenly increase.

Appearing like an angel descending.

In the soft holy light, the girl's straight black hair shone slightly, and her snow-white skin had a smooth texture like porcelain.

Beautiful appearance and elegant temperament;
The waist is slender, the chest is small, the eyes are watery and clear...

Iinuma Isao felt that her appearance added a softer atmosphere to the originally dull funeral.

Her watery pupils stared at Iinuma Inuma, and her underdeveloped vocal cords vibrated: "Answer my words..."

"Uh, right."

Across the fence, Ionuma Isao talked to her.

"My mother and Aunt Xingzi are college classmates. I came to Tokyo to study and plan to stay at Aunt Xingzi's house..."

The girl nodded slowly: "Do you recognize her?"

"I don't know."

"Come on, let me show you."

Following the direction of the girl's finger, Ionuma Isao looked toward the door.

Many condolences came out of the house after burning incense, and walking among them was an elegant woman in mourning clothes.

Her hair was neatly coiled on her head. Although it was unclear what she looked like, her perseverance could be seen from her standing posture even from a distance.

"How is it?" the girl asked on the side, her expression seemed to be very interesting, "As the eldest daughter of the Huacheng family, she is already 37 this year, but she doesn't look like that age at all, right? She is said to be less than 30 years old It’s not an exaggeration to say sister.”

"I can't see clearly." Ionuma Isao replied angrily.

"There is a woman holding a tablet next to her. She is the third daughter of the Huacheng family, Miss Lizi..."

Ionuma Isao looked to the side again.

At this time, the crowd had already taken a few steps this way, so he could clearly see the appearance of the third girl Li Zi.

She is a very beautiful Japanese-style young and mature woman, with skin as delicate as pottery, a slightly sad temperament, and a soft and gentle image that gives people the impression that she is the type of woman who is a "model wife".

Peach blossom eyes are watery.

The long eyelashes were wet from crying.

Seeing how sad she was, Iinuma Isao couldn't help but ask: "Who died?"

"He is the husband of the second son and the eldest daughter." The girl seemed to understand very well and opened her mouth to answer the whole story, "Three days ago, the second son and his uncle both fell down and died. It is said that they both encountered unclean things..."

Call ~
A spring breeze blows.

Ionuma Isao couldn't help but shudder.

It was the beginning of spring at the end of March, and the wind blowing in our face was still as cold as winter.

"Look..."

The girl suddenly pointed at the third daughter, Miss Lizi, with a smile: "Isn't it pitiful that she looks like a model of virginity and modesty? But in fact, she's really cool. She looks like her dead husband..."

Iinuma said subconsciously: "After all, her brother is also dead..."

There is no way, he is a soft-hearted person and cannot bear to see other people's beautiful wives being slandered for no reason.

The girl looked at him with wide eyes.

With a face as cute as a doll and long black hair flowing down her small shoulders, she is truly an unparalleled beauty.

The crowd of condolences continues to move this way.

The noisy noise was also approaching Ionuma Isao.

"Mrs. Xingzi is coming over." The girl raised her finger again.

In fact, she didn't need to remind him, Ionuma Isao had already been staring at the new widow.

Wherever he looked, a fair female face appeared in the pink rain of falling cherry blossoms.

That is a noble and beautiful woman.A tall and plump figure was wrapped in a jet-black mourning dress, with a white umbrella in her hand and a white flower on her tall chest.

Delicate skin as if white paint had been carefully applied, a slender neck that could break at the slightest touch, a face as delicate as a Kyoto doll... Her aura of orchid in the empty valley is reminiscent of a stunning beauty in an ink painting.

But her temperament is very distinct.

Majesty, strength, resoluteness, calmness...these words passed through Ionuma Isao's mind, and it seemed that just by looking at her face, she could easily imagine her stern tone.

and also……

Hard to get close to?

Yes, hard to get close to.

Every man who harbors delusions about her finds it difficult to get close to her, even though her appearance can only be described as peerless beauty.

As a cultural person, Ionuma Isao doesn't like the vulgar and unclear description of beauty or beautiful woman, but regarding this mother's best friend from college - Huacheng Kyoko, regarding her appearance, the word "peerless" is unquestionable of.

Especially since she was still wearing mourning clothes.

Oh, I feel better...

Ionuma Isao stared at her intently.

She was surrounded by the noise and was constantly chatting with the people around her or arranging tasks for the servants. Her manners and expressions were perfect.

The charm exuded by her attracted everyone's attention.

Some people looked back after passing by, some looked at her and whispered, and some looked at her longingly.

"She really looks like a queen of ants," the girl whispered.

This is a queen-type widow, with the best attributes in the world... Ionuma Isao looked back and looked at her: "Why don't you see other family members? Are these two the only ones?"

"Aren't these two enough?" the girl asked, her voice as sweet as the melting glaciers in spring.

"Of course that's enough, but..."

As soon as the words came out, Ionuma Isao's expression was stunned, and then he retorted with some annoyance: "What do you mean two are not enough? You are young, don't beat around the bush and slander my innocence! I am the kind of playboy who wants to have wild dreams. !"

The girl snorted with the tip of her nose in disbelief, turned her neck slightly, and looked at a blond girl not far away.

"That's Miss Chestnut's daughter."

He looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, sitting in a chair with a bored expression, seemingly uninterested in the funeral.

Another beautiful girl.

Both the elder and the younger are so good-looking. The genes of this family are too strong...Ionuma Isao couldn't help but ask: "Are there any more?"

"The second son has a daughter."

"Where is it?" Ionuma Isao stretched his neck to observe.

"Me." The girl said calmly.

"What are you?"

"You stupid guy!"

"Ok?"

Ionuma Isao looked back.

"Flower City Iori."

The girl introduced herself calmly.

When the two of them looked at each other, her eyes were clear and charming, without any intention of joking.

"That is to say, this is also your father's funeral..."

"correct."

"then you……"

Ionuma Isao looked at her suspiciously.

Your father is dead, why are you not sad at all and still have time to talk nonsense with me?
Huacheng Iori seemed to have no interest in discussing this and looked away. Huacheng Kyoko happened to be walking over.

"Iori, there's a funeral..."

The lady's voice was different from the stern or cold voice that Ionuma Isao had imagined.

Her voice is mellow and her tone is gentle. If you didn't look at her face, you would think she was a virtuous wife.

But that face was stern.

The bridge of her nose was extremely high, her complexion was surprisingly white, and her narrow eyes were slightly narrowed.

With her tall and plump figure and her imposing narrow phoenix eyes, when you look at her from the front, she is not only majestic, but also gives people a noble feeling, which can bring great influence to those who look at her. Feeling of oppression.

She looked at Ionuma Isao with a stern look.

Although she didn't ask any questions, the questioning in her eyes was already overflowing.

"Hello."

Iinuma Isao could only bend down and salute: "I am Iinuma Isao..."

"Ok?"

The peerless widow was stunned for a moment.

The next moment, she frowned, as if she felt that today's scene was not suitable for meeting the son of her best friend.

Then her vision became wandering and she lowered her head in embarrassment.

After a while, she smiled to herself again - why should I be embarrassed in front of a child.

The beautiful head slowly raised again.

The movement was very gentle, but a lock of tied hair still fell down mischievously.

"I have to rush to the temple now, and I don't have time to entertain you..." Huacheng Xingzi pressed her hair with her hands, and a polite smile appeared on her charming lips, "I will ask the servant to take you to rest first, and when I finish what I am doing, I'll make it up to you..."

The moment he saw this expression, Iinuma Isao felt an ominous aura in his heart.

Madam, you are like the old general on the stage, your beautiful back is covered with Flags...

The maid came over and took Ionuma Isao to the guest room.

The widow led the funeral procession out.

【Ding】

Iinuma Isao paused.

The microwave oven, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly started ringing.

[You have a new limited time event——]

[Wealthy Widow (S)]

[Who knows, the queen on the surface is just a poor woman walking on thin ice. 】

[The beautiful and noble Mrs. Huacheng looks at you condescendingly: "What is your purpose in approaching me?... Your eyes don't look like my father and husband, so... are you here to save me?" Then you have one minute to show me your sincerity, otherwise, otherwise... I will punish you... lick my shoe tops clean!"]

　I originally planned to write a serious Japanese romance, but as soon as I encountered the Japanese background, my Jian'an character was faintly burning, and the soul of the prime minister could no longer be restrained, so - I stopped pretending, let's show off, I am a Cao thief I'm proud!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)