Gojo has become My cat

18

Chapter 18

    With a finger on the folding fan, it seems like the beginning of a Noh play.

    The beauty of Japanese traditions pays the most attention to the sorrow and mystery of things, and the beauty of shadows described by Junichiro Tanizaki is probably an undercurrent of emotion that needs no explanation, let alone explanation. (Note 1)

    For example at this time.

    A paper fan refers to Shimizu Mian sitting on the tatami, like an extension of the hand.

    After experiencing the emotional exposure just now, Qing ShuiMian lowered his head and sipped his tea, noticed the surprised gaze of Zenyuan Naoya, and knew that his own person had set up OOC just now.

    In the face of this group of unreasonable sons of the Yusan family who have always been gentle and gentle, he no longer wants to pretend. All in all, tired.

    Unfortunately, Gojo Gojo, who broke in without authorization, had more fun than anyone else.

    The clogs move, kicking, kicking, kicking, and stepping forward, as if in harmony with the snare drum, large drum, and Taiko drum of Noh, as well as the chants of Hakokata (musician) (Note 2).

    And every step is like walking through the long corridor with graceful steps on a quiet stage where everyone is kneeling.

    His footsteps were firm, as if he was walking in the rhythm of the rhythm, and every step seemed to cause ripples and tremors on the water surface in the corridor.

    In the porcelain cup on the low table, the water surface in the tea trembled slightly, and the ripples appeared back and forth in the cup wall, like some kind of undercurrent.

    In this situation, the still water flows deep.

    With a "snap", the folding fan hit Gojo Satoru's palm, like a transition sound in a Noh performance.

    Then, he gently picked Qing Shuimian's jaw with a fan. Qing ShuiMian simply saw what was going on, so he raised his head cooperatively.

    Seeing those beautiful eyes like water-colored sapphires, he was full of jokes: "Today, I'm here to rob someone." "

    Mr. Wutiao, the joke is too much." superior.

    The subject changed, "Aren't you taking the son of the Chanyuan seriously?"

    The housekeeper of the Chanyuan immediately replied: "This Mr. Qingshui is just passing on a message for others, not the person our young master wants to see today." Naoya

    of the Zenyuan who was covered by him struggled desperately twice, and let out a "wuwu" sound. Seeing that he was restrained by the housekeeper, Qingshuimian deliberately showed some pity, then turned away from him, and continued the conversation with Wujo Wu.

    "Look, today's matter seems a little unclear. It's better to change another day." Qingshui Mian said gently.

    The blue eyes are as clear as a mirror, the endless empty sky and the water-colored lakes and mountains are integrated, and the reflected Qingshuimian seems to be in the same color of water and sky.