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

In the eyes of women, the performances at the Art Awards are just improvements made to cater to the tastes of young people. They are not considered orthodox Kyoto style, and there is no dancing, so they cannot be considered real performances.

The corners of the woman's eyebrows have been carved with the traces of time by the wind and frost, and it can be vaguely seen from her eyebrows that she was a graceful beauty when she was young.

It's like a daughter who has been raised for many years gets up in the morning to put on her makeup for the first time and rushes to her sweetheart. She feels relieved and complicated at the same time.

Nagahama Yuying sighed softly in her heart, thinking that it was hard for Ryoko. I think after today, the Xiyingkan will return to the grandeur of breaking through the threshold.

I heard that this young man was also a star-level contestant in the Art Awards. He probably had an extraordinary life experience, but he was in line with her idea of ​​a benefactor for Ryoko.

Moreover, he has a pleasant appearance. If he accidentally gives birth to a child in the future, he will definitely be very handsome. As the successor of Xiying Pavilion, his image will definitely be suitable.

As for Sayuri sitting next to the boy, she didn't care. Like most women in Kyoto, they didn't take their husband's affairs seriously.

"This is the place. It's an honor for me to meet everyone at Kiyingkan."

"Can I record it?"

"Since this is the first performance, it should be left as a souvenir."

Nagahama Yuho was startled for a moment, and then her heart warmed up. This young man respected them as geishas, ​​and it had been a long time since he had felt valued.

"Since the guest wants it, let's do whatever you want." Changbin Yuying said with a smile.

Wu Ma Xingjin returned the favor. He respected these inheritors of Japanese traditional culture.

In other words, nowadays, these geishas, ​​who are called the living fossils of Japan's classical classics, are becoming increasingly rare. Everyone who can be called a geisha deserves to be respected.

They are true rebels of the times, struggling to maintain the existence of geisha.

The status of a geisha far exceeds that of a bartender or a vulgar geisha like a hot spring geisha. Even as she gets older, her skills will become more and more superb. When she is about 40 years old, she is in the golden age where skills and beauty are most harmonious. The geishas at Hotarukan are all around 40 years old, and some are as young as 36 or seven.

It is neither as green as a geisha in her early twenties nor as exhausted as a geisha in her 60s or [-]s. It can be said to be the peak period of a geisha's career.

The gestures and gestures of the Kihokan geishas make people sigh. They truly deserve to be the geishas of Gion. Just the soft words they speak are enough to make the bones of even tough guys crack.

I'm afraid the samurai gentlemen during the shogunate period were like this hundreds of years ago. They ate snacks, watched geishas, ​​and then died in this gentle countryside.

Speaking softly, Miss Sayuri is very similar to them, with a kind of softness and elegance in her bones.

This tea house is about [-] square meters in size, more than enough to accommodate the performances of four geishas.

By the way, the layout of teahouses in Kyoto takes into account the fact that guests will ask geisha to drink and entertain, so they don't look crowded.

There were also two geishas serving tea and water to Wuma Xingjin. Wuma Xingjin did not refuse, but asked the geisha to sit down and rest after taking a sip of tea. Wuma Xingjin was very considerate of her geisha sisters who were old enough to be their elders. physical strength.

The sound of the Taiko drum is like scattered Buddhist beads falling on the drum head, clear and sweet.

Nagahama Yuho nodded and stepped back, picking up the shamisen that stood aside.

As the protagonist, Ryoko Nagayama walked to the center of the tatami with small steps. Her outstanding temperament and impeccable manners were no worse than those of the geisha sisters.

As soon as the two bright red lips opened their mouths, Wuma Xingjin captured the beautiful rhythm of the ancient accent, and the sound of the shamisen harp was even more magical.

Few people can sing these little songs from the Edo period.

Wu Ma Xingjin quickly sat up straight. He finally understood why the elderly Japanese liked to call geisha to entertain them, just like what he once said to Yuan Qingxue.

[The pursuit of beauty is human instinct]

Ryoko Nagayama's dancing posture is like the small and delicate wings of a butterfly. Her snow-white forearms poke out from her cuffs, and it's hard to tell which one is whiter: her arms or the makeup on her face.

The eyes that were scorching just now suddenly became charming and alluring, making people involuntarily fall into these eyes that hide all kinds of girlish affection.

Before becoming a geisha, she was an excellent dancer.

The sound of the duck river flowing quietly came from outside, and Wuma Xingjin said something in his heart:

[Scenery is beautiful scenery, people are beauties]

The dedicated training of many popular geishas in the past and her own diligence have made Ryoko Nagayama a success. Uma Seijin is extremely certain that she will become the most popular geisha in Gion. This is an intuition of beauty and unconditional trust.

If you are a sensitive person, you will be moved to tears almost immediately if you follow the steps of the girls on the Kamogawa River, the shamisen, and the taiko drums.

For a time, even the annoyance and sadness caused by the influence of the senior sister gradually turned into a warm current like melting snow, flowing into the eyes.

His vision was blurry, but he had never felt that the road ahead was so clear.

All he has to do is find his senior sister and resolve the misunderstanding, that's all.

The more you think about it, the more wrong you get.

The song is over.

Wuma Xingjin closed his eyes, opened them after a long time, and said slowly:

"Being able to enjoy the performance of everyone at Kihokan is probably the only good thing that has happened to me recently."

"Please bring me pen and ink."

Nagayama Ryoko's mind moved, and she turned around and trotted outside without Changbin's mother's instructions.

After a while, he came back with pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Ryoko Nagayama dropped a few drops of water into the inkstone and sat down to grind ink for Wuma Xingjin. The black ink was so delicate that it seemed to be mixed with the fragrance of the girl's hair.

Pick up the pen and the poems will appear on the paper.

"I am passionate about waiting for dusk, the remaining snow fades late and the moon rises early.

At the foot of Gushan Mountain, where I sleep drunk, the waist of my skirt is decorated and not swept away. "

Wuma Xingjin put down his pen, took out his seal from his arms, stamped it, and handed it to Changbin Xiying.

"I was inspired to say it for a moment, please accept it."

Changbin Yuying took the rice paper and was shocked.

The level of calligraphy is so high that I have never seen it before. It would be great to find a top-grade hanging scroll and hang it in the Xiying Hall.

Is this the level of a star player in the calligraphy group?It certainly lives up to its reputation!

Chapter 180 What is Like?

As a top geisha who is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, Nagahama Yuho's taste and appreciation ability are naturally also very high. She knows better than anyone else how precious this handwriting is.

If Wuma Xingjin directly presented money, Changbin Xiying would probably refuse it, but if it was a gift of calligraphy and painting, she would have no reason to refuse.

This is the first time that Ryoko has shown her dancing skills in front of others. Although money can alleviate the urgent need, Nagahama Yuying subconsciously does not want Ryoko to be contaminated with the smell of copper.

The so-called geisha is naturally a non-human being.

If money is all that matters, geisha become no different from vulgar waitresses.

This young man is more gentle and delicate than expected.

After the performance, Wu Ma Xingjin treated the geishas from Kiyingkan to dinner and snacks.

Walking to the counter, Nagahama Yuho hesitated for a moment and handed the rolled rice paper to Yoshino Taro.

"This is the gift we received."

Taro Yoshino waved:

"Please take it back, that girl Yongshan is not on the roster."

"Then please trouble Mr. Yoshino to add that girl's name this time. Maybe she will come here more often in the future."

At the end of the month, the tea house will hand over this month's incense to the cooperating geisha house.

Guests, teahouses, and geishas maintain this relationship with trust.

This time, they did not go through the Yoshino Teahouse, so it would be considered a slight violation of the rules for them to perform, and it would be even more wrong if they accept gifts from guests.

Although Nagahama Yuying was reluctant to part with it, she still chose to keep the scroll.

Rules are rules.

Back at Kihokan, Ryoko Nagayama shouted:

"Help me take off my clothes, it's so heavy."

Kimono is very cumbersome to put on. It is very difficult for a person to put it on and it is equally difficult to take it off.

Ryoko Nagayama, who was relieved of his heavy burden, lay down on the tatami and made a sound in his mouth.

"So stingy. He didn't even give me a penny. That guy must look down on me."

As he spoke, Ryoko Nagayama pinched the puppy's ears hard as if he thought the puppy pillow under him was Wuma Xingjin.

"How much money would you get if you sold that calligraphy?"

"One hundred thousand yen? Or 20 yen?"

"No, no, no, the maximum is [-] yen. It will take me a long time to earn [-] yen. It's so unfair to have so much money just by writing two lines."

Changbin Xiying patted her thigh with a bamboo board and said seriously:

"Money is important, but as a geisha, you can't just care about money."

"In addition, that young man's calligraphy and painting standards are extremely high. At least with the capabilities of our Xiying Pavilion, we cannot find better calligraphy and painting than this."

"I don't believe it. As long as you have money, you can't buy anything. That Wuma Xingjin's handwriting is not a priceless treasure."

"Okay, I'll take you to order an outfit tomorrow. Today is the day you officially become a geisha. From now on, don't show this face in front of others. Remember to stay dignified."

"But I remember it was very expensive..."

The girl who only wanted to make money was not happy about this. She didn't know the economic situation of Xiyingkan, but if she was rich, Mama-san wouldn't sell jewelry.

It is said that those expensive jewelry were given by a wealthy son of Kyoto when he was young, symbolizing Mama-san’s popularity during that period of prosperity. But now they have to be sold. How do you feel when you see these old objects that have been with you for many years being pawned? You won't be happy even thinking about it.

"The price should be discussed again. You don't have to worry about it. When Ryoko becomes a popular geisha in the future, the money will be paid back in no time."

In fact, I am quite popular now.

Ryoko Nagayama felt a little proud when she thought about the judges and the audience who were impressed by her shamisen in the general election.

Changbin's mother is keeping accounts for things like paying back the money.

Since her parents were bedridden and lost their financial resources, it was Xiyingkan who took care of her food, clothing, housing and transportation and raised her. In addition, Xiyingkan was responsible for her parents' daily expenses in the ward.

If he really wants to repay it, I'm afraid he will never be able to repay this kindness in his lifetime.

Ryoko Nagayama desperately wants to make money so that Changbin’s mother won’t be so tired.

"As for that inscription, I heard from a former old customer that he collected Ashikaga General's hanging scroll to see if he could find it and hang it in the main room of Kihokan."