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

Yoshino Tea House attaches great importance to the combination of color and aroma, with exquisite ingredients and exquisite dishes. Even in Kyoto, where there are many century-old restaurants, its status is not bad at all.

I was a little disappointed that I didn't get to taste the kaiseki cuisine here last time.

However, Wuma Xingjin came here this time not for the important but not so important reason of eating kaiseki cuisine.

The exquisite kaiseki meal was served, and Uma Hoshizu bowed his head slightly to the Yoshino store manager to apologize.

"I caused you trouble last time."

"No matter what, I didn't help the guests. We should be the ones who should say sorry."

Taro Yoshino smiled brightly. He learned that Sayuri was divorced. It was good that he no longer had to live with Yuki Yuto, a guy who looked like he was not a serious person at first glance.

In these days, it may be easier to be single.

After chatting for a while, Yoshino Taro stepped away with great discernment and closed the shoji door before leaving.

The decoration in the private room is simple and elegant. When you open the door near the table, you can see the snowy scenery in the courtyard, which has a quiet beauty.

Sayuri was wearing a wide-sleeved kimono dyed by Shikamaru. It was not yet the season for cherry blossoms to bloom, but Sayuri's neck to her collarbone was dyed pink with cherry blossoms.

This face is similar to that of Kobayakawa Yukane. She is kneeling on the tatami submissively to make tea for Uma Seijin. When she bends over, her back is arched, and the snow-white back of her neck can be seen. Uma Seijin has a tearing feeling, as if The senior sister I have had a crush on for a long time is right in front of me.

"Well, can you please not tell Yuqian?"

Sayuri's voice was very soft, and the tone of her request was such that even if she refused firmly, she would be helpless with tears in her eyes and not make any resistance.

"What happened that night..."

"Can you tell me where Kobayakawa Akane went?"

"Yu Akane should be in Hokkaido."

Same place, same question, even the same answer.

After going round and round and returning to the original starting point, nothing seems to have changed, just like an old movie playing repeatedly in my mind.

"Sapporo, right?"

"Ah."

Sayuri's eyes dodge, not daring to make eye contact with Wuma Xingjin.

When meeting him, the body will always involuntarily recall the intensity of that night, but when she thinks that this is the person her daughter likes, a strong sense of betrayal will engulf her, but the body's reaction is unavoidable, just like after a long meeting. The land of sweet rain longs for the nourishment of torrential rains.

There was a voice in her head telling Sayuri:

[This is the backlash of keeping one’s body like jade for so many years]

A book once said that the feeling of violating morality will arouse supreme joy, and the urgency of violating taboos will awaken personal identity.However, this feeling can also become a shackles, plucking the feathers of imagination, and violating morality will not become a stimulus, but a sense of guilt, hanging on the head.

Whether it is Sayuri or Wu Ma Xingjin, they will be completely burdened with this guilt. When they dream back at midnight, the instinct to test taboos deep in their bodies will be ready to activate again.

Sayuri pursed her lips, as if she was dissatisfied with the bland taste, and tears fell into the porcelain bowl of miso soup, adding a bit of sourness.

Chapter 179 Xiying Pavilion

Sayuri doesn't seem to know that her senior sister already knows, but in fact, it doesn't make any difference whether she answers or not.

Things have come to this point, we can only take one step at a time.

The delicious food was suddenly tasteless, and Wuma Xingjin ate it hastily. He planned to send Sayuri home, ask for leave from Morimiya, and then go to Hokkaido.

With any luck, I should be able to make it back before the weekend.

It should be here.

Ryoko Nagayama looked up and saw a sign that read "Higurashi Ken" hanging beside the shoji door.

She greeted Yoshino Taro and asked about the private room where Wuma Xingjin was.

Taro Yoshino originally wanted to stop him, as it was always impolite to disturb guests while they were dining, but when Ryoko Nagayama told him that he was here to perform shamisen and dance for Wuma Seijin, he couldn't say anything else.

Especially after hearing Ryoko Nagayama say that she is from Kiyingkan, there is no reason to stop her.

Kihokan is a very small geisha house. Most of the geishas there are elderly people with little reputation and serious chronology. It is only separated from the own shop by a wall. They occasionally interact with each other and they are relatively familiar with each other.

It's just that the current customers prefer young and beautiful geishas, ​​so the business of Kihokan is very poor.

Taro Yoshino would occasionally recommend the geishas from Kihokan to his guests. However, in addition to their superb skills, the geishas who were old and faded were an eyesore to the guests, so no one would often call them from the roster a second time.

Thinking of this, Yoshino Taro became very angry. What did these guys think of geisha?

Every geisha is a flower that remains in Japanese culture to this day. They are all extraordinary and unworldly.

They are not in the business of serving as barmaids to feed their youth. They have trained hard since childhood and transformed from maiko to geisha. The process during this period is very difficult.

I have spent a lot of time studying flower arranging, tea ceremony, taiko drums, shamisen, etc. How can I compare with the kind of superficial woman who can become a celebrity in the club in just a few weeks with her face.

But no matter how dissatisfied he was, when faced with the unsatisfactory guests complaining that the geisha was not satisfied, Yoshino Taro could only agree.

[Yeah, the geishas these days are so outrageous. Wouldn’t it be better to find a place to teach when they are so old?]

For this reason, Taro Yoshino talked to his wife more than once.

Why don't you go to Tokyo when you value looks so much? The clubs and pubs there are full of young and beautiful women, and they make irresponsible remarks when they come to Kyoto to have fun.

Although he was surprised by Ryoko Nagayama's youth, Taro Yoshino still maintained a certain respect.

Due to the age gap and the lack of young enough geishas, ​​Kihokan has never been famous in Gion, but their strength is undoubted.

I just don’t know who would be so lucky to be a benefactor to Ryoko Nagayama, and then teach men and women at the age when they become talented.

A man with a cigarette in his mouth on the counter forgot to light his cigarette and the match went out. Looking at Ryoko Nagayama’s pure back, he asked in shock:

"Boss, that geisha seems to be Miss Ryoko Nagayama who stole the show at the art awards, right?"

“Guests have really good memories and they recognize them immediately.”

“Yoshino Chaya is in the right place to have a geisha like this on its roster.”

"Can you ask her to accompany us while we burn six incense sticks? We have a client coming from Osaka tonight. She especially likes geisha and having fun. The money for the incense is not a problem. You can ask for as much as you want."

Taro Yoshino smiled bitterly. It wasn't that he didn't want Ryoko Nagayama to be registered in the store's roster, but that the Kihokan had hidden it so well that it was even his first time meeting him. This matter was done privately without the consent of the Geishakan. The guest just broke the rules.

Stepping on wooden clogs, Nagayama Ryoko took out a palm-sized mirror from her sleeve robe and repeatedly confirmed that there was nothing wrong with her makeup before she felt reassured.

He actually dared to avoid me again and again. This time he had to end the bet at any cost, which made me feel so relaxed.

Putting on a kimono with plum blossoms printed on it, Ryoko Nagayama, all dressed up, knocked on the door of the tea room.

"Excuse me?"

Wuma Xingjin was very puzzled by the arrival of Ryoko Yongshan.

"Nagayama Ryoko."

"Ryoko Nagayama is destined to become the most powerful geisha in Japan in the future."

"It turns out to be Miss Yongshan."

"You are already very powerful now. It is said that after the election, many high-ranking people want the contact information of the geisha house behind you. The so-called becoming famous once is nothing more than this."

"Stop talking nonsense."

"Bet, do you remember?"

"Takeshita Touo told me, you are the one who guessed the answer."

"It turns out that this is something I just guessed by chance. Miss Yongshan doesn't need to take it to heart."

Twitching his lips, Wuma Xingjin just wanted to get out of trouble quickly. He also wanted to send Miss Sayuri home and go to Hokkaido early the next morning.

Sayuri lowered her head, like a young woman whose tryst was broken up, feeling helplessly ashamed.

Only then did Ryoko Nagayama notice that there was another woman in the private room, and based on her appearance, she was a complete Kyoto beauty.

The so-called beauties of Kyoto are naturally representatives of slim shoulders, slim waist, fair skin, dignified and mature.

His eyes kept wandering between the two of them. This guy had bright eyes and a handsome appearance, but he didn't expect to like a woman older than him.

When his eyes fell on that beautiful woman again, Ryoko Nagayama couldn't help but say "Eh".

Sayuri's kimono is elegant and luxurious, with exquisite workmanship. It looks like she spent a lot of money to customize it. The belt is also worth a lot of money. The price of this outfit is beyond her imagination.

Although her kimono is equally luxurious, it is a little bit old and the style is a little behind.

Ryoko Nagayama was a little embarrassed. This was one of the few kimonos she could get her hands on, and it was the clothes inherited from Mama-san and her sisters.

The Kihokan does not have a large number of patrons like other geisha houses. People often give generous gifts and cover the expenses.

As Mamasang and her sisters grew older, the once wealthy and wealthy patrons gradually passed away.

In addition, the money in the bubble era was ridiculously fast, and a group of men would be willing to empty their wallets for themselves just by saying a few words. There were no young girls who were willing to work as a geisha, which was hard and tiring. As a result, including Kihokan A large number of geisha houses are trapped in the dilemma of age gap.

As for why she was at Xiying Pavilion, a car accident left her parents in a coma, draining their family fortune and still owing a large amount of debt.

In order to make money, Ryoko Nagayama, who was only 12 years old, searched all over Kyoto, and finally met Yuho Nagahama on a gravel path beside the Kamogawa River, and signed a contract of sale.

Ryoko Nagayama's reason for becoming a geisha is simple.

Make money.

If you meet a generous customer, you won't have to worry about it for the rest of your life.

Moreover, since she entered Kiyingkan, her sisters with extremely poor living abilities have not made things difficult for her and asked Ryoko Nagayama to do trivial chores all day long. Instead, they have spent a lot of time and energy cultivating her and treated her completely as a family member.

Ryoko Nagayama, whose parents had been in a coma for many years, grew up slowly in this almost family environment. On a starry night, she made up her mind to make Kihokan stand at the top of Gion again.

So she participated in the Art Prize.

Then he made a bet under the guidance of the host inexplicably.

Then, he was dodged by Wuma Xingjin several times, which greatly damaged his self-esteem.

"Wuma Lord, let them come in first."

Sayuri's voice was delicate and considerate for Wuma Seijin. As a traditional Kyoto woman, she also liked to watch geisha performances.

There were already guests in the corridor looking at him. They all became interested when they heard that Ryoko Nagayama was here.

Ryoko Nagayama came in one after another with several sisters from Kihokan, and put down the haori in the corner of the tatami. This time, the sisters were in charge of the shamisen.

One of them, a woman in her 50s, knelt down in front of Wuma Xingjin's table, with her hands folded on her lap. Her manners were natural, and her every move could be written into a textbook.

"This is Ryoko's first time performing in front of guests, so please be patient."