I can't be the hero of a romantic light novel

"Look, there is Honnoji Temple."

Sayuri was even shyer without Kamiko Miheko, walking around in circles for more than half an hour before she could say a word.

Wuma Xingjin was a little absent-minded and didn't know what to say. Could it be possible to just say "Madam, you are very similar to the person I like"?

That one will definitely be killed on the spot by the pure love warriors.

"When we talk about Honnōji Temple, we think of Oda Nobunaga and Akechi Mitsuhide. What kind of turning point in history was seen by people of the time? It's an understatement or indifference.

I sometimes think so too. "

Wuma Xingjin tightened his scarf a little, and wore the scarf knitted by Arakawa Kotoyuki for his tryst with the young woman. He felt that he was about to be killed by his own shame.

Is it still useful to talk about this now? What is the difference between myself, a philandering bastard, and Kiba Katsuhiko?

"That's what a scholar would say, and a philosopher."

As the two communicated more and more, Sayuri gradually relaxed a little. She had a beautiful boy as her companion on a rare outing, so her mood was naturally not too bad.

"Why not the one who was tricked by fate?"

There was a pair of invisible hands behind his back pushing him to find her.

But is it really good for me to meet Miss Sayuri?

Although this is a bit shameless for him to say, he still has a clear understanding of his popularity. Thanks to it, he has received a lot of conveniences so far.

For example, when hiking in the countryside, you will be invited to drink tea at home by an enthusiastic wife, and when buying pastries, the shopkeeper's daughter will secretly buy you special snacks, etc.

Of course, they all declined their kindness.

This is all thanks to his mother, who has always been out of tune, who has advised him since childhood that boys must be wary of girls when they are outside.

Now it seems that he was indeed right.

Pass the Kamogawa River and cross the Shinbashi Bridge to Gion.

The two came to a teahouse. Sayuri opened the door but didn't enter. She put her hands on the wooden frame, and the tile edge blocked half of the bright sunlight.

Hidden in the shadow, Sayuri was able to look at this young man:

“I used to come here a lot when I was a kid.”

"This is the first time with a man under his age."

“Thank you so much for taking the time out of your busy schedule.”

Sayuri was obviously a mature wife, but her bowing movements were awkward. She lowered her head so hard that Wuma Xingjin could see the smooth back of her neck.

Didn't he ask her to meet him?Why does Miss Sayuri need to say thank you?

"This is where we need to thank Miss Sayuri."

"I've heard about Gion for a long time, but I've never had the chance to come..."

A cheerful voice came from behind Sayuri, and the tone was much higher because of the recognition of the guests.

"Yes, recently some restaurants with the name Kyoto have been opened in Ginza."

"It looks like that, but in fact it is far inferior to our Kyoto. At most, it only deceives tourists."

The owner of the voice was a man with half-white hair, wearing a dark blue kimono. He was obviously very happy after seeing Sayuri.

"Come in quickly."

Unlike other Kyoto people who are so smooth, Yoshino Taro speaks straightforwardly.

"Speaking of which, you really should thank Sayuri, otherwise not many stores would entertain you even in Kyoto."

After that, I added a special sentence.

"I mean that complete hospitality."

It’s true, it’s almost impossible to experience the authentic flavors of Kyoto without someone you know as your guide.

That sounds like a folklorist.

The bond between the store and the customer is not simply payment and service, but a higher form of trust.Often you don’t need to pay immediately after eating. When the time comes, the store will naturally remember to send the bill.

If a customer asks for a geisha or maiko at a teahouse, the store is usually responsible for contacting them, and the related expenses will be paid in advance by the store.

The customers that the store can receive with confidence are usually familiar faces in various eating, drinking and entertainment shops. If you skip the order, you may have a bad reputation in the entire circle.

Being excluded from the famous flower streets such as Gion, Pontocho, Kamishichen, etc. because of a small sum of money for entertainment is really not worth the gain.

The relationship between the store and the customer lasts for years or even decades. It is often the case that the customer's children will come back again when they grow up, and this relationship will be passed down from generation to generation.

If there is a problem with the customer's business and he is temporarily unable to pay, the store will not require immediate payment of the bill.

There was a time when the president's business failed and he was short of money, but the store still welcomed him as usual and provided the president with food and entertainment. Until the business picked up again, the president paid all the past debts.

And this is just a microcosm.

Therefore, it is extremely difficult for outsiders to gain the trust of the store. Without Sayuri's recommendation, if Uma Seitsu wanted to come to Gion, what he would see and feel in the end would be nothing more than an illusion.

This is why many people, even Japanese, feel that Gion is nothing more than that and not as powerful as rumored.

Of course, the shortcomings are also obvious.

Young customers are becoming increasingly rare, and few new-faced customers appear. The new generation of customers have gone to Ginza and clubs in Tokyo. Only old Kyoto stores with historical heritage and service traditions are left struggling to maintain their last dignity. .

Even if there is only one table of guests a day, and there are only two guests at the table, the proper hanging scrolls, flower arrangements, and furnishings must be all available. The reception requires cleaning and grooming, putting on brand new kimonos, etc.

Sometimes when I look at the expenses, I find that I still have to pay extra. This situation is not uncommon.

Even so, the store owners are still stubborn and stubborn. Even if they are going to close down tomorrow, they will not ruin their reputation. This is their dignity.

It can be seen that the service provided by such a person must be perfect and impeccable.

Entering this teahouse, the proprietress, also wearing a kimono, smiled behind the counter: "Welcome."

"I look much better than the last time we met."

The implication is that I haven’t seen you for a long time and I miss you very much.

Kyoto people speak tactfully, and of course Sayuri can understand what the landlady means.

After Yoshino Taro led Sayuri and Wu Ma Xingjin into the teahouse, he restrained his straightforward appearance, carefully observed his wife's expression, and then returned to his meticulous image.

After passing through the corridor, Wu Ma Xingjin heard the sound of the shamisen outside the courtyard, which was probably a geisha performing.

No, is it too early?

There is only one possibility. The owner of the shamisen is practicing the music.

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

"Excuse me, do you know Yu Akane Kobayakawa?"

After drinking tea and chatting for a while, Wu Ma Xingjin finally threw away this long-troubled idea.

Unable to find his senior sister, he could only rely on this vague intuition.

However, before Sayuri could answer him, a voice made Sayuri turn pale instantly.

"I knew you would go behind my back to meet men!"

Chapter 147 The Sufferer appears, but something doesn’t seem right

The man's voice could be heard clearly across several walls, and Wuma Xingjin could hear the pushing and shoving between the man and the store manager.

"Get out of my way! Sooner or later, I'm going to smash this shabby store of yours."

"This guest, please calm down. The tea rooms here are for private receptions. Breaking in without permission will cause trouble to other guests."

Soon, the owner of the voice opened the door and suddenly appeared.

This is a middle-aged man with round eyes and short beard. He wears glasses. He looks like a gang member pretending to be a teacher. He looks a bit nondescript.

What attracts attention is the luxurious jewelry from head to toe, giving him the air of a rich man.

Taro Yoshino at the door looked at Sayuri with pity and apology on his face.

As soon as Yuki's friend entered the door, he angrily came towards Sayuri, grabbed the skirt of her kimono and pulled her up, and opened his right palm as if to slap her.

But Yu Jiyou's face froze, as if he was afraid of something, and in the end he didn't make a move. He could only throw Sayuri away with a heavy grunt.

"Just like your daughter, she dresses up so coquettishly just to seduce men."

"Sure enough, it's all a virtue!"

After that, he kicked down the table in the tea room.

The tea sets and utensils were scattered all over the floor, Sayuri's clothes were soaked by the tea, and her dignified and peaceful look turned into a mess.

Wuma Xingjin didn't expect Sayuri to hide her husband from meeting him.

Just now he was thinking about himself, not to become the next Ya Katsuhiko, but now the retribution has come, he became the one who was caught in rape.

Anyway, let’s explain it clearly first.

"There may be some misunderstanding..."

Yuji's friend showed no intention of listening to his explanation and could not vent his anger on Sayuri. He raised his leg and kicked Wuma Xingjin straight to the door.

The force was strong enough to smash a few front teeth, and the attack was ruthless.

Yuji's friends have no scruples, so what if they need to pay compensation afterwards?He has plenty of money now.

Wuma Xingjin often avoids his wife to talk and laugh with the young pretty face. The more he looks at Wuma Xingjin's face, the more unhappy he becomes, and he wants to destroy it.

Wuma Xingjin, who was kneeling on the tatami, turned his head to avoid punching and punched almost subconsciously, but immediately controlled his arm.

If it really hit Yu Ji's friend's face, this 80-horse power of spiritual energy would probably be able to open the banquet.

Being a tauren these days requires learning self-defense skills, and now the requirements for suffering masters are even higher.

It's just that the other party's arrogance and domineering were beyond his expectation, and there was no way to explain it now.

"What, do you want to fight back?"

"So what?"

Since the other party's methods were ruthless, Wuma Xingjin didn't feel good about him, so he stood up and looked at Yu Ji's friend.

Because of his height, Yu Jiyou had to strain his neck to look up at the boy.