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This sentence was originally admonishing, but it was softened because of the shyness in the owner's heart. It didn't seem to be admonishing, but more like acting like a baby.

"Sorry, I couldn't bear it... I didn't mean to watch it, it was just a coincidence, just a coincidence."

Big, white and round, the impact of Nakazawa Setori's figure is even better than that of A Cai!

Saying nonsense that neither of them believed in an obviously guilty tone, Sayuri turned around with a satisfied arc on the corner of her mouth.

She scratched her cheek a bit shyly. After being a female publicist, she lined up with high-ranking women a lot. This sudden entry into the fish pond really made her a little embarrassed, and what she wanted to convey had already been conveyed. almost.

The previous filming process was full of ambiguity, but the performance just now was really ambiguous. Now Nakazawa Setori, who has already been shaken, should no longer force herself to deny her intentions, and must think about facing it. Law.

Today's goal has been completed here, but since there is an opportunity, let's do the final consolidation!

The swimsuit on my side is a purple bikini, and she was dressed slowly and deliberately did not wear a beach skirt with an outer cover. Turning around, Nakazawa Setori, who had already put on the swimsuit and put on the cover skirt, was staring blankly at her. Her back was lost in thought, but now she glanced at her plump breasts and immediately turned her head with a blushing face.

With an absolutely suppressive weapon, Sayuri has absolute confidence in her own charm in a swimsuit, but at the moment she is not going to make any more publicity about it, as she has done enough work like this before.

Nakazawa Setori's figure is a real model, but it's a pity that it is too much covered by the skirt, and the eyes pass directly from the upper body. Saiduri is staring at her slender legs, or more precisely, at the hideous and terrifying curve on her legs. scar.

From the inside of the thigh to the knee, about ten centimeters long, the scar with obvious signs of stitching was clearly in front of her eyes.

There is no way to remove it, and it cannot be covered up with tattoos. The beauty of the slender legs is destroyed. The road to the top model is also blocked by the existence of this scar. The scar is so large that it is impossible to even flaunt the incomplete beauty.

But even so, Nakazawa Setori never resented her.

Going closer, she squatted down and looked at Nakazawa Setori from bottom to top. After getting her permission, Sayuri stretched out her hand to touch the scar and stroked it carefully. Complex emotions flashed in her eyes. Saiduri spoke softly. Yun's emotions are firm.

"This scar...I will take responsibility for it."

"Responsible? No need, I don't care anymore, Sayuri doesn't need to take it to heart..."

Sayuri's words are too affectionate, and they also contain too much meaning, especially after today's many ambiguous interactions, it makes Nakazawa Setori have to think of the crooked place, and think of the person who is responsible for her future happiness besides her career. a meaning.

Nakazawa Setori still has no idea what attitude she should take towards this, but there is only one thing she knows very well, that is, she never wants Sayuri to have feelings for her out of guilt, so here After a short moment of shyness, she immediately waved her hand to refuse, but Sayuri who made the declaration had already stood up and pushed open the door of the changing room.

"Wow~ Big big big! Ah, Lisa, you strangled me!"

"It's a good thing that I have a cover skirt, otherwise, if I put the photo taken in a bikini, the review committee would have to put a 15+ mark on the cover of "Mer"."

"It's clearly 18+, right, hiss~ hiss~ Sayuri, I'm crazy for you!"

The figure is too difficult, the skin is too fair, with a neat ponytail on her head, Sayuri's charm is so radiant to the sky, it immediately arouses the infighting of the young couple, not just getting Chihaya Risa and The compliments of all the photographers, who had already paid attention to the camera equipment placed here, also broke out a lot of noise from the crowd who gathered here to watch the excitement.

It's nothing more than praising her for being good-looking, beautiful, feasting her eyes, earning money, and guessing which model she is. She is not happy at all, and she is not happy at all. Sayuri listens to what they say, and the arc of her mouth becomes more and more Big, until Nakazawa Setori also came out of the changing room.

"The model in the back is also pretty, that's..."

"What a pity the scar, it's obviously such an enviable long leg."

With such regretful voices, Sayuri and the filming staff didn't look too good for a while, but Nakazawa Setori stepped forward with a smile and patted Sayuri on the shoulder, conveying the fact that the preparations have been completed and the filming can start.

"Give me 12 points of energy, take advantage of Sayuri's east wind, and the opportunity to make a beautiful comeback is right in front of me!"

Even if she already knew about Nakazawa Setori's situation, seeing her again at this moment would still make everyone who knew her feel down, but Nakazawa Setori still showed a look of indifference, so what are they who can't experience this pain for themselves? Are you qualified to mourn for her?Clapping her hands, Chihaya Risa raised her arms and shouted to cheer everyone up.

For the weak and the handicapped, many people may ridicule and ridicule wantonly. The previous experience of the original owner has already shown the extremely bad side of people.

But it is different from the situation at that time, showing the extreme beauty first, and then crushing the beauty for others to see. Using this method, we can maximize sympathy, isolate bad voices, and gain the care and attention of the largest audience. Lianai, this is another form of "public relations" that is different from female publicists like Sayuri who solicit customers.

Among the twelve photos scheduled to be taken, this photo in the swimming pool is the most useless one for advertising, but it is also the key to bringing Nakazawa Setori into the public eye again and giving her a second spring in her modeling career .

"In the hot summer, I tried my best to act coquettishly and cute, and finally pulled my lover to the swimming pool to play, but accidentally discovered the real reason why my lover never wears short skirts. Facing the eye-catching scar on my lover's thigh, the cute hot girl tried to cover it up, but it's a pity The results were minimal, but the OL, who had already completed the transformation from inferiority complex to self-confident and capable style, sent her a signal that it didn't matter at all, and faced the different eyes of everyone in the swimming pool."

This is both the theme of this photo and the words that are expected to be marked in the pages of the magazine.

With the foreshadowing of several previous photos, the sweet love story composed of photos has already penetrated into the hearts of readers. However, this delicious cookie contains jujube, but is wrapped in glass slag. I am really moved by this lily love Readers must have extremely complicated emotions in their hearts when they see this.

I feel sweet for the wife-protecting behavior of the hot girl, feel her cuteness, feel sorry for Nakazawa Setori's shortcomings, but also show a knowing smile for her self-confidence and strength that is not afraid of the strange eyes of the people around her, and then Offer your solidarity for her.

This is Chihaya Risa's original intention of launching this project. Using Sayuri, who is extremely good in appearance and is in the rising stage of fame, to make Nakazawa Setori, who is with her in CP, once again enter the public eye, and take the opportunity to show her. Flaws, wait for the magazine to be released and then take the opportunity to manipulate public opinion to flood the Internet with love and support for her, shaping her into a role model of a strong woman in the new era, turning her flaws into advantages, and finally completing a gorgeous turn.

At this moment, Nakazawa Setori still can't fully understand Chihaya Risa's good intentions, and can't be moved and shouted that they are good sisters for a lifetime. After the last photo was taken, she fully realized the charm of Sayuri She was gnashing her teeth watching Sayuri laughing like a flower surrounded by a group of young and beautiful fans, enjoying the ultimate "hateful" appearance.

Obviously she came first, she wanted to invite Sayuri to play together first, but just being greeted by Lisa to watch a movie of kung fu Sayuri was already abducted by other beautiful girls.

This scumbag woman deserves a thousand knives.

This unwilling, jealous, full of sour, angry mood...

Gritting his teeth, he stood on the spot and looked at Sayuri, even though he didn't know it, Nakazawa Setori clenched his fists.

On the other hand, Sayuri's thoughts have mostly drifted to another woman.

"Hey~ Sister Sayuri also knows our teacher Kise."

Chapter 30. The Light in the Graveyard

In the swimming pool, I ran into a student who skipped class and came out to play with Kiseori Shiori, but I didn’t meet the beautiful teacher who worked hard to teach in Beijing. After giving each other email addresses with a few girls who did bad things, I had a lot of fun. That day The pastime came to an end, and the time turned, and it soon came to Saturday, Sayuri's rest day.

Holidays don't mean that you can lie at home all day long, never knowing which week it will start, every week when you should enjoy leisure, Sayuri always has something to do, and she always has to date different girls to improve her " unhealthy” friendships, and this week too.

It's just that there are some special people who need to build a good relationship this week, not Meiji, not A Cai, not Pu Songbingchuan and others, or even real people.

The death date of the original owner's grandparents is approaching, and Sayuri needs to go back to her hometown to make sacrifices. At the same time, it is the first time to truly worship the original owner, the parents of the girl named Sayuri Fukada.

"Uncle, aunt, I will trouble you two this time."

Sacrifice is a group activity. Except for Sayuri, Aizawa Yugiri, her husband Aizawa Meiji, and daughter Aizawa Haruna, who are also related by blood, will naturally return to their hometown to commemorate. Haruna, who knew her "amnesia" a few days ago, informed her of this. One thing (see Chapter 10 in Volume [-] for details), and now that the day is approaching, Sayuri finally came to bother her again.

"Tsk, I don't understand why you have to take her with you? Isn't it fine to go back to pay homage to yourself after being such an adult? You have to come here to hitch a ride to please me."

"Xiwu, it's not easy for Xiao Baihe to live alone. After all, it's a family. You should talk less today, and everyone will get things done in harmony, so that parents and mothers will feel at ease when they know Izumi, and sisters and brothers-in-law can also feel at ease."

"That's right, you are such a fierce sister, carefully worship the dead souls of your grandparents and teach you in your dreams."

My aunt is still the villain, she doesn't say welcome home when she sees Sayuri, and covers her head with harsh words, the always gentle uncle hurriedly comforts her, and Haruna who hears the sound running down the stairs is even more sympathetic while throwing herself into Sayuri's arms. He scares his own mother with his father's words.

It should be that my uncle has already done the psychological work of Aizawa Yugiri before this, or he was really afraid of the dead soul of his grandparents, or that Sayuri kidnapped Haruna again. After giving Sayuri a hard look, Aizawa Yugiri finally let her go, allowing Haruna to pull her cousin who was more like her own sister into the house.

After some good hospitality, my uncle's family packed up and drove away. They sat in the back seat and moved closer to Haruna, chatting affectionately between sisters. From time to time, they glanced at Aizawa Yugiri through the rearview mirror with an angry, jealous look on her face. Then they got closer to Haruna, and in such a cheerful atmosphere, the group finally arrived at the destination of this trip, Yoshida City, Yamanashi Prefecture.

"The scenery here is really beautiful, even the air is so fresh."

Sandwiched between Mount Fuji and Silver Mountain, the entire county of Yamanashi Prefecture can be said to be a tourist attraction. The scenery along the way is surrounded by mountains and forests. As soon as you get off the car and take a breath of fresh air in the mountains and forests, you will feel open-minded. Sayuri stretches her body. Lazy, the two peaks of Mt. Fuji and Mt. Baiyin on the chest are also turbulent and turbulent, and Haruna who is beside her can't help but nod her head.

Yes, the scenery is really beautiful, but if it is possible, Haruna wishes she could breathe a few breaths of not-so-fresh air—to bury her head in it and suffocate.

"Tsk, vixen."

My uncle is still a gentleman, even when faced with the daughter who had a crush on her big sister in the past, she didn't have too many evil thoughts in her heart. When she saw Sayuri making indecent gestures, she immediately turned her head away, Even so, it still overturned the jealous vat in my aunt's heart, and she slammed Sayuri's good mood away with a curse, which made her husband Meiji Aizawa unable to resign.

Relieving his embarrassment, he hurriedly locked the car and greeted the three beauties, big and small, to the ramp with simple shapes, looking at the old courtyard, where a group of relatives had gathered for a long time.

According to Haruna, although the two of them don’t have much social status in Tokyo, their ancestors were actually rich. Their great-grandfather was named Takeda Masataka, who was once a famous landowner in Yamanashi Prefecture, but he couldn’t catch up with the changing times. Instead, the car was caught in the wheels and the family was in ruins, which prevented their descendants from enjoying the blessings.

But even so, the mountain under their feet is still the private property of the Takeda family, and correspondingly, like many big families, even if the glory is no longer luxuriant, that is to say, all kinds of miscellaneous relatives are still pretty. Many, this time the city people who took root in Tokyo returned to their hometowns, which also attracted a large group of relatives to gather, wanting to have some relationship with these "rare things" like them.

Well, to be precise, the most important thing is to marry Aizawa Meiji, a successful person who works in a big company, so that he can send his son and daughter to Tokyo to become famous. In addition to warmly greeting her, she was surrounded by relatives to flatter her with compliments, but as for her treatment of Sayuri, it was...

"At such a young age, I can only live alone in Tokyo. It's really hard for my baby. I figured it out, I'm 19 years old this year, and I should get married and find someone to rely on. You see, the grandson of the third grandma's family is also very handsome. …”

Hey~ old man, when I see a young and beautiful girl, I always want to be a matchmaker for my grandchildren's crooked neighbors who can't be beaten. The "young talent" who is almost unable to walk, Sayuri is easy to deal with, and then said melancholy.

"I have indeed reached the age where I want to get married, and it is time to get married, but I still have to wait until I pay off the more than 2000 million debts I am carrying."

What she said made the cute little Haruna's eyes turn red, and she immediately pulled Sayuri outside to meet the sun, and took a breath of fresh air to clear away the clouds in her heart.

"That group of old bastards is really not a thing. When they see Miss Xiao Baihe, they swarm over you when they see you are beautiful. When they hear that you are in debt, they immediately put on that face again. It's really disgusting."

"It's good to think about these words in your heart, it's always difficult to say them, relatives far away, isn't that the case."

In fact, Sayuri was not annoyed, it was quite interesting to watch the complexion of those diligent relatives change drastically in front of her, from eagerness to livid pig liver color in a short time.

A girl in her early twenties lost her father and mother, but these relatives have no support at all, and even a few words of greetings from them cannot be found in the girl's mobile phone. Xiao Baihe has never regarded them as good people in her heart, and there is no blood relationship with them. If there is no expectation, there is no bitterness. It's all about watching monkeys playing monkeys.

"Sister, you still have mine!"

People are used to making up their minds, and Sayuri's words are the truth, but when you think about her life experience, it always makes people feel that she is a strong supporter. The faces of a group of relatives really make people feel that the world is cold. The little guy, who was always concerned about his cousin, couldn't help feeling sad, and immediately grabbed Sayuri's palm and vibrated at her, and immediately got Sayuri's affectionate pat on the head.

"It's not that there are too many people, but I really want to kiss my lovely Haruna."

"There, let's go into the woods and kiss!"

To Sayuri, this was an exaggerated expression of love, but Haruna couldn't listen to it. As soon as she heard that Sayuri wanted to kiss her, she immediately looked around to find a quiet place, revealing her greedy and vulgar thoughts. It made Sayuri smile bitterly.

If she didn't know how careful Haruna is towards her, Sayuri would often yell at this cute cousin's soft face, but now that she knows it, she can't cross that barrier, trying to fool her down, not kissing or giving Haruna laughed until the Aizawa couple got rid of the entanglement of their relatives and walked out of the courtyard, and a group of them went to the cemetery to worship.

The mountain is the private property left by the ancestors. Although it has no tourist benefits, it can still set aside an exclusive cemetery, not only the grandparents, but also the tomb of the parents of the girl Sayuri Fukada.

I don't have much interest in Sayuri's grandparents' tomb, but with the Aizawa couple offering sacrifices to Sayuri, I still remembered her name. Great-grandfather Takeda Masataka, grandfather Takeda Motoju, and grandmother's monument is engraved with Takeda Sakura.

Cherry is a flower name. If you want to come to "Jasmine" and "Xiwu", the poetic and beautiful names of the two daughters may be given by her. If you look at the black and white photos embedded in the eye tablet, it is very elegant. A young and beautiful woman, even in the old yellowed photo paper, still shows a good sense of beauty, it seems that this is the source of their family's beauty genes.

"Grandmother died of illness not long after giving birth to Aunt Jasmine and Mother Xiwu, so the photos of her still look young."

Before coming here, Haruna clearly explained the basic information of each relative to Sayuri, which prevented her from revealing too much and exposing the fact of "amnesia". However, she was a little negligent about her grandmother Takeda Sakura. Sayuri looked at the photos and whispered an explanation in her ear.

After all, it is an old friend who has no connection. After she nodded to express her understanding, Sayuri also performed sacrifices to "her parents", picked up the fallen leaves beside the monument, and poured clean water on the tombstone to wipe gently. In neon, this means wiping the dead. Their bodies cleanse them of dirt and are also a way of connecting with the deceased.

However, maybe the other party could also perceive that Sayuri was no longer Sayuri. Even though she worshiped devoutly, Sayuri couldn't hear any ethereal sounds in the end, only the sound of the wind in her ears, and she felt a little lonely.

Just like that, with mixed feelings, guilt and regret lingering in her heart, when night fell, Sayuri went out again with a flashlight.

"Sister Xiao Baihe? Where are you going so late?"

"It's Haruna, I want to go to sacrifice again, I have something I want to say during the day and I haven't said it to my parents yet."

"It's so late, what if something happens to you alone? I'll go with you. "

"No, I want to talk to my parents quietly by myself, how about this, I will call you every half hour to report that you are safe."

Haruna's cuteness and closeness nourish Sayuri's heart all the time, but she goes to the tomb of the original owner's parents and confesses everything to them, telling them that she is not their real daughter, but a foreigner and begging them for forgiveness. It was still inconvenient for her to know about it, and after making an appointment with Haruna to call to report her safety, Sayuri went out to the cemetery with a flashlight.

Going to the cemetery late at night actually has a weird atmosphere. Even if she was a reliable adult man, Sayuri was somewhat apprehensive about such things, but there is no way, relatives are like that, Aizawa Meiji actually I don't want to stay longer, and I will drive back to Tokyo tomorrow, and the only chance left to explain everything at the grave of the girl's parents is tonight, no matter how afraid I am, I have to go there one time.

Personnel, always do your best.

Surprisingly, when Sayuri arrived near the family cemetery with a flashlight, she found a lantern with a warm yellow light, roughly judging the direction, and the light was coming from in front of the grandparents monument.

There was a panic in her heart, but brave enough, Sayuri still leaned forward, and unexpectedly heard an all-too-familiar cold voice.

"It's cold at night, Mama-san, you should put on this haori, the doctor also told you to take care of yourself..."

Chapter 31. Mother Sangbaidi City Tuogu

Met unexpected people by accident.

Approaching with a flashlight, Sayuri saw something familiar, with a slightly surprised face on her face.

Ah Cai is still wearing a black suit as usual, and now she is taking off her coat to reveal a white shirt, ready to add a piece of clothing to her mother, while her mother is wearing a moon-white kimono to cover her thin figure. In front of the two, the photo embedded on the tombstone is the graceful woman locked in her best years forever, the girl's grandmother Takeda Sakura.

It seems that grandmother and mother Sang are old friends.

"Sayuri?"

Same as Sayuri's surprise, Aya Hatatani obviously didn't expect the fate between them to come to this point, she was able to meet her lovely lover by chance while accompanying her mother Sang's grave sweeping, and she froze on the spot for a while, her expression changed wonderfully.

Compared to her, Mama-san was calmer, but her brows were raised slightly and then relaxed quickly, and then she gave Sayuri a meaningful look.

Just as Sayuri wants to confess to the girl's parents that she is a soul from a foreign land from afar and does not want Haruna to follow her, many things are inconvenient to reveal in front of others, she is very understanding, and does not ask or talk too much. After exchanging greetings, Xiao Baihe took A Cai to a farther place, leaving her mother Sang to worship alone.

A typical example of knowing the cold and heat is A Cai. After staying away from her mother, she first twirled Sayuri’s collar with her fingers to make sure that the clothes she was wearing were enough to keep out the cold before she started talking. This small detail made Sayuri’s body warm already. Under the circumstances, my heart warms up.

"Every six months, I will accompany my mother to come here to worship. I didn't expect to meet Sayuri this time. Who are you here to worship? I remember that this is the private tomb of the Takeda family."

"I'm here to pay respects to the deceased parents, and I want to talk to them."

"...sorry."

"Look at your sudden nervousness. It's okay. It's been so long that you haven't said you were too sad. But Mama-san, is my grandmother an old friend of hers?"

"This......"

Seems to be worried, when this question was brought up, Ah Cai couldn't help pondering, but at this time, I don't know if it is true that the worship has come to an end, and I have finished what I wanted to say, or because the sudden appearance of Sayuri made my mother Sang disappear. Continue Thoughts of staying, the mother Sang who was on crutches hadn't arrived yet, but the voice floated in the ears of the two of them.

"Don't be embarrassing, it's always been difficult to be caught between you and me, just ask me anything you want to know." At the end, Mom Sang was a little playful. "Of course, don't think that I will know everything. The old man always has some secrets that he wants to bring into the soil."

"Then go talk in my car."

Speaking of which, Ah Cai really has a good heart of gratitude and even filial piety to her mother Sang. Since her mother Sang's health deteriorated, she has not only been taking care of her carefully, but also has a lot of contact with her guests, so that the turnover Constantly falling, at this moment, he was also immediately concerned about the profile, urging the two to enter the carriage parked outside the cemetery to talk.

It should be that the air conditioner has been turned on to blow the warm air, and when entering the car, she felt a rush of warm air, which made Sayuri loosen her collar a little, and this was just right for Mama-san. She stretched a lot, and looking at her mother-san's face under the warm yellow headlights, Sayuri couldn't help lowering her eyebrows.

Because she used to be a geisha, but now she is also engaged in customs-related industries. When Mama-san appeared in front of people, she would put on powdered noodles to try to make herself look younger. Naturally, she would not do those jobs today, which also makes her Sayuri was able to confirm her state more clearly.

The skin is yellowish and wrinkled, the former oiran is old, and the expression between the brows and eyes is no longer the same as when he first saw it, the old state is full, full of gauntness and weakness.

Reminiscent of the vomiting blood that I saw that day, Mama-san may really be dying soon.