Chu Zhiling bid farewell to Tian Zeyihuang. Tianze Yihuang knew what happened yesterday and had offended Chu Zhiling, so he tried to persuade him to stay.

Chu Zhiling looked a little distant, his eyes wandering on the wooden carp that was about a foot long in Yingliang, and he had no intention of staying.

"Aling, it's really Uncle Tian's fault. Just stay." The old man's back was a little stooped. "We haven't seen each other for a few years. You have to leave after living here for less than half a month. Uncle Tian

feeling terrible."

Chu Zhiling frowned slightly: "Uncle Tian, ​​I originally planned to stay here for half a year, but things went against my expectations and I had to leave. Please take care of yourself."

Chu Zhiling was about to leave, when suddenly there was a cry: "Anike, I..."

As soon as the paper door painted with flowers and plants opened, Miko Tazawa came out wearing a beige kimono. She seemed to have been crying for a long time, and her eyes were red and swollen.

She knelt down directly in front of Chu Zhiling and sobbed: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault. Please forgive me. I will never do it again in the future."

Chu Zhiling's expression was as usual, as cold as a sculpture, with no intention of staying. Seeing this, Tazawa Yihuang picked up the cane next to the kang and whipped it towards Tazawa Meiko.

"What did your father usually teach you? How could you do such a dirty and obscene thing?" Tazawa Yihuang looked angry and whipped the cane on Tazawa Meiko's body, and her delicate skin suddenly became violent.

There were several cracks.

Tazawa Miko cried, gritted her teeth, and kept saying, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

Tian Zeyihuang still whipped her and said viciously: "I am so unlucky that I gave birth to a daughter like you."

Snap, slap, slap, raindrops of whips fell on Tazawa Meiko. It seemed that the beatings would not stop until Chu Zhiling opened her mouth.

Xin Yue saw Chu Zhiling frowning slightly, thought for a moment and said, "Stop fighting, we'll just stay."

Tian Zeyihuang's hand froze, Xin Yue turned his head and slightly raised his chin and turned to Chu Zhiling: "Okay?"

Chu Zhiling turned his head to look at Xin Yue and put his arm around her thin shoulders.

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In the room, Lespedeza flowers were blooming deeply and lightly, and their purple and white colors reflected the hibiscus pattern on the tatami, making them look like purple jade and warm to the touch.

Chu Zhiling and Xin Yue had left the living room and returned to the room.

Chu Zhiling looked down at Xin Yue: "Why do you want to stay?"

Xin Yue raised the corners of his lips and smiled: "Because I am kind and easy to be soft-hearted. Can't you see that?"

Chu Zhiling wanted to say something else, but he saw Xin Yue pointing at the water-green mist gauze on his body and asking him: "This dress looks pretty good to me, where did you get it?"

Chu Zhiling answered her in detail.

She successfully changed the topic.

In fact, she is not kind, nor is she stupid. Why can't she see that Tazawa Miko and her father are playing a trick on them? If they really need to be punished, why not earlier, but in front of them?

She didn't want to maintain a beautiful and generous image in front of Chu Zhiling, she just felt that he couldn't bear it anymore.

Although he still had a sullen face, she could tell that he definitely didn't want to see this scene. After all, he had watched Tazawa Meiko grow up, and Tazawa Yihuang treated him better than his own son.

Tianze Yihuang could be regarded as threatening them with her daughter's life. She knew very well, but she still accepted the threat.

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A few days later, it rained heavily in Tazawa's house. The pavilions, pavilions, and stone steps were covered with cold, smooth water stains, and the pond in front of the shrine was filled with floating flowers and broken leaves. It was the last pond. It's overloaded.

"Miko, listen to my new song."

The person who spoke was a slender girl with cherry lips and pink face. She was wearing a homely dress with pear pattern and light yellow background, and a lining with different shades of lace pattern. When she spoke, her voice was gentle, just like the cry of an oriole.

In her hand, she held a cypress fan with the style of the Heian Kyo period. The fan was decorated with gold, which was often used to beautify paper. There were light green silk threads tied with floral knots hanging from the ribs of the fan. The ivory white fan with a simple atmosphere was painted with Gorgeous cherry blossoms.

She put down the delicate gold-painted paper fan, picked up the pipa and played the newly composed music. The music swirled in the dusk after the rain, like a mist wrapped in the fragrance of flowers, curling up and melodious.

After playing, she asked with an elegant smile, "How was it?"

Tazawa Miko nodded: "Mingyi is a master of elegance, and the joy of her work is naturally pleasing to the ear." When she said this, her eyes were looking at the mica-coated window slats and the sparse grasshoppers crawling on the fence outside the window. The light purple vine flowers look a little distracted.

"On the day of my father's birthday, I plan to dedicate this song to him." Hoshino Mingyi smiled slightly, and then stretched out his hand to the nanmu coffee table. On the coffee table was an exquisite sapphire porcelain plate, which contained candied fruits soaked in rose water for a long time. , torreya seeds, pine nuts and other kinds of dried fruits were also included. A fist away from the porcelain plate was a small basket woven with precious dragon scale bamboo, which contained snacks such as red beans, lotus seeds and candied dates. Hoshino Mingyi picked up the basket. A cup of herbal tea next to the bamboo basket, I sipped it modestly, the fragrance of honeysuckle, calendula, snow lotus, and roses passed through my lips and teeth. When it reached my stomach, it was filled with irrepressible fragrance and coolness.

She drank the tea with a slight sound as a sign of courtesy, and finally continued: "What if Miko also learns this piece and plays it with me using the shakuhachi?"

Tazawa Miko nodded in agreement, but became even more distracted.

"Miko, are you still worried about that matter?" Hoshino Mingyi said with a smile.

Seeing the bitter look on Tazawa Miko's face, Hoshino Akei nodded and smiled, with a flash of color between her thin and long eyebrows: "How do you capture a man's heart?" She seemed to be asking Tazawa Miko, but also seemed to be asking. muttering to himself.

The remaining rainwater dripped down the low eaves and fell into the pond, startling a few birds in the dusk.

Hoshino Mingyi straightened her gardenia-lined lower skirt and took a sip of tea. The bright red rouge on her lips left a small ring on the inside and outside of the white porcelain cup. There was something strange in the twilight: "Challenging two people." In personal relationships, force is not feasible. You see," she put down the cup and used her slender index finger dyed with purple nails to draw a line in the medicinal tea water. "Use your hands to compare force, and use the surface of the water to compare the relationship between people. The water is fleeting. It showed a tendency to close together, and it involved a lingering turmoil. Over time, the waves calmed down and there were no traces. Isn’t this a thankless thing?"

Hoshino Mingyi's hand touched Tazawa Miko's collarbone under the light yellow blouse. There were several whip marks on it, which were caused by Tazawa Yihuang using cane that day.

"It's really heartbreaking."

After Hoshino Mingyi said this, he was satisfied to see Tazawa Miko's angry and aggrieved expression.

"How to take revenge on the person who caused you pain? How to separate the two of them to achieve your long-cherished wish? As the ancients said, a fighter," the wind picked up, the leaves rustled, and Hoshino Akira raised her rouge lips slightly, speaking every word.

Speak clearly,

"Attack the heart first."

The fine tea cup was smashed by the woman, and the residue was left crisply on the ground, making a tinkling sound like beads. A group of gray doves fluttered and spread their wings, and gradually flew towards the mist-covered tea mountains in the distance. Slowly

Yes, the room was a bit cold, and outside the window, the wind was blowing the withered yellow leaves, spinning endlessly.

It's finally autumn.

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Chapter completed!