After some missed lunches, Kitahara Ichika took Fukuzawa and Suzuki down the indoor aisle to settle their luggage, and stayed in the room of the former Kitahara Shuji - this room was relatively good, although it was still very simple.

The room is large, with homemade tatami mats on the floor, the outer layer is made of rushes, but the thick straw on the bottom layer can be faintly seen from the gaps or corners, the ceiling is wooden, the walls are covered with plain flower wallpaper, and there is a large bookshelf, and next to the bookshelf hangs a vertical scroll with the words "Floating in the emptiness and mourning, dreams are gone, hatred is drifting".

Fukuzawa and Suzuki both looked at the room where they grew up with Kitahara Shuji with some curiosity, and their minds made up for the fact that the little Kitahara Shuji was serious and worked hard here, and finally broke into Nagoya from this small mountain village.

Kitahara Ichika took out the prepared electric heater from the closet and turned it on, which was borrowed, for fear that the temperature in the mountains would be low at night, and these delicate girls would freeze to death, and also prepared the kotatsu, trying to make the guests feel comfortable here.

Fukuzawa hurriedly stepped forward to help, and Suzuki Noki slowly rubbed in front of the bookshelf, wanting to see what books Kitahara Shuji read when he was young, if necessary, she went back and made a set as it was and carefully flipped through it, thinking that this would be of great help to understand Kitahara Shuji's subconscious.

After a busy day, Kitahara Ichika said slightly apologetically: "Although the futon is not new, it has been carefully cleaned, and it is very cold here at night, so the electric heater does not need to be turned off...... If you need anything else, please feel free to tell me, it's rude to be inadequate. ”

On behalf of her younger siblings, Dongmei thanked her: "Aunt Yihua, Ichika bothered you so much, I really caused you trouble." ”

Kitahara Ichika smiled with relief: "If you are there, I am very happy that you can come." ”

After finishing speaking, she looked at it, and felt that there was nothing more to prepare, so she quickly turned around and went to the kitchen, where Kitahara Shuji insisted on cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, she was not at ease - in his impression, Kitahara Shuji had never done these jobs before.

There is no shortage of places in the countryside, Kitahara Shuji's previous single room is no problem to squeeze in and sleep with the seven of them, anyway, there are no people who occupy special space except in the snow, and the average height is not enough to make up for one meter five, and Dongmei commanded everyone to put the luggage into the cupboard, and looked at Suzuki Noki looking at the bookshelf in the "tsk" sound, and couldn't help but lean over - that kid is very strong, what books did he read at home before?

Dongmei glanced up at the bookshelf and found that the books on it were all old and dilapidated, either often read or picked up from second-hand bookstores, and the content was mixed and miscellaneous, basically all of which were poetry and prose collections that were widely circulated in the world, such as "Jiaxuan Long and Short Sentences", "Shelley's Poems", "Bai Juyi's Poems", "One Hundred Songs of Waka", "Essence Essays", "Fifty Selected Haikus" and so on.

She looked around and didn't feel anything unusual, but she felt a little strange in her heart - she didn't feel that kid usually likes to recite poems and write right, why did he have so many translations of poetry in the room?

She turned her head to look at Suzuki again, and found that she was looking through a tome, and Suzuki also noticed her gaze, and flashed the cover to her—"Marquis de Sade"—with a mysterious smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she felt that reading the book was very rewarding.

Fuyumi had never seen or heard of this book, and when she saw that Suzuki Noki's pale face was bloody, she seemed to be very excited, and couldn't help asking, "What does this book say?"

Noki Suzuki glanced at her with a smile, reached into the bookshelf and took out another one from behind the books that were erected, looked at it again and tossed it to Fuyumi, and chuckled, "You know this one......, right?" I really didn't expect that!"

Dong Meiman took the book over strangely and looked at it, and found that the title of the book was "The Lustful Generation of Men", and immediately threw the book out with shaking hands.

This book is the work of the Edo period writer Ihara Nishizuru, and the content of it is extremely descriptive of S feelings, and the genre is close to the Chinese strange book "Jin P Mei".

Dongmei hadn't seen it but heard it, and her face turned red for a while, and she asked in surprise: "The book in your hand...... Are you still reading it?"

Suzuki Noki used to be very strict with her grandmother, but now her grandmother is gone, a little pampered, but the habit that has been developed all year round is still there, and she has not taken the initiative to read this kind of book at all, and after turning a few pages, her heart is actually beating very fast, and she can't even breathe, and she wants to take out the respirator and inhale it twice, but she doesn't want to guard the dwarf winter melon of Dongmei, so she can only smile reluctantly: "What do you know, the literary quality is still very high, it's just ...... That kid may be a sullen coquette, this is really unexpected, I usually don't see it at all, pretending to be really like!"

The book she is holding in her hand is Hitomi Fujimoto's work, which is even more fierce, although it focuses on the psychological exploration of human beings, but abnormal X fetishes, X things and multiple Ps and the like, turning three or five pages is a detailed description of thirty or fifty pages, which is extremely glamorous and explicit......

Exciting, so exciting!

Dongmei was shocked, it turns out that everyone has an unknown side behind them, that kid has been hiding in the room since he was a child, and he is desperately studying this?

Suzuki Noki insisted on turning a few more pages to prove that she was also an old driver, this kind of book was not worth mentioning, she was more mature than the dwarf winter melon, but her heart was beating too fast and she felt dizzy, and she couldn't pretend to be able to go down, so she quickly closed the book and stuffed it back behind the bookshelf, and smiled at Dongmei: "I won't say it, are you going to say it?"

She estimated that this was the secret of Kitahara Shuji's heart, and said that he was going to be furious, and she didn't want to ask for that bad head.

Dongmei picked up the copy of "Lustful Generation Men" and handed it to her, asked her to put it back as it was, thought about it and said depressedly: "What am I talking about this!"

She can't say it either, otherwise Suzuki Noki won't admit it when she turns around, and she will become her flipping through Kitahara Shuji's bookshelf.

Suzuki Noki hid the book, and then ran to the kotatsu, and after getting into it and sitting down, he forced himself to take a deep breath, so that his somewhat hot face quickly cooled down - so dangerous, that blind kid has extremely rich theoretical experience, even if he didn't get a driver's license, he passed the written test, and he used to tease him, and he almost fell into the tiger's mouth!

Fortunately, he didn't have the brains to really drill his bed, otherwise he wouldn't have scared him, but he would have been eaten alive as a little white sheep!

Dongmei didn't dare to touch the bookshelf, so she hurriedly hid away, thinking that Kitahara Shuji was really worthy of being a boy who hid two boxes of small H books, and he had loved these since he was a child.

No, you have to guard against that kid again!

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The kitchen of the Kitahara family is half traditional and half modern, and the stove is used for both firewood and artificial biogas. Japan's resources have long been depleted, and it basically does not produce coal, and imported natural gas cannot be transported to such remote mountain villages, so they can only do this - many people say that Japan has done a good job of environmental protection and respects nature, but they don't know Japan at all, they can't help it.

Cutting down primary forests will cause mudslides, and if you want to burn coal, you need to import it, which is too expensive, and the countryside can only use straw to produce biogas with diseased and dead trees as daily fuel.

Kitahara Shuji washed the dishes and chopsticks very neatly, then looked at the pot and stove cutting board, and scrubbed them all again, but he was actually half a guest, not as excessive as in the pure taste house, and he had to brush the bottom of the pot with a steel wool ball to be used as a mirror.

As soon as he finished his work, Kitahara Ichika came over, and when he saw that it was done in such a short time, he couldn't help but be slightly taken aback, and said distressedly: "Xiuji, just let me do this." ”

Kitahara Shuji smiled: "It's okay, I'm used to it...... Well, I work part-time at an izakaya, so I'm used to it. ”

"Ichika has suffered a lot, right?" Ichika Kitahara felt even more distressed.

Kitahara Shuji didn't think there was anything, and no one had done it for him before, if he didn't do it, would it be there? He smiled: "No, it's all trivial, and you can't talk about hardship." ”

Washing dishes is considered hardship, so what is it to move bricks? It is not that he has never worked as a small worker in his previous life.

Kitahara Ichika really felt very relieved, her eyes softened, and she felt that she was only eight months old, and she had really grown up. She hurriedly said: "Go and accompany your friends, you can play flower cards, you can also play mahjong, I put it in the closet." In winter, it gets dark early, they all grew up in a big city, and there are many people, so don't mess around outside the village, and go out with them tomorrow. ”

Kitahara Shuji nodded and smiled, "Yes, I see." ”

The Fukuzawa family and Suzuki came, that was the standard guest, and he would definitely accompany each other to the best of the landlord's friendship. He didn't say anything more, smiled again, and turned and went down the hallway in the longhouse to his room. This Japanese-style longhouse has a simple structure, which is a rectum, and if it is placed in the city, it will be used by several families, but if it is placed in the countryside, it is sparsely populated, and then one family will have it alone.

When he got to the door, he listened to the voice, and thought that it should be here, so he knocked on the wooden lattice sliding door and asked with a smile, "Is it convenient for me to enter?"

"Please come in, Onisan!" Haruna sat on her knees and opened the door, bowing her head to greet him.

Kitahara Shuji thanked him, and was about to ask them how they were going to pass the time for the first two or three hours of dinner, when he saw Fuyumi shrinking in the kotatsu and glaring at him, and Suzuki Noki also snorted a little bewitchingly, and suddenly felt a little inexplicable. But he doesn't care, this dead radish head loses his temper every day, Suzuki is a demon every day, it's good to be a guest this time to pretend to be like this, and it's normal to show some nature behind closed doors.

He smiled and asked, "Do you want to play cards?"

Yukiri didn't want to play cards, so she leaned over and asked, "Xiuji, can I ride the tricycle outside?"

Kitahara Shuji was about to agree, he felt that it didn't matter if he took a turn around the yard, just don't run to the mountains and rivers, but Fuyumi said angrily: "No, how can anyone go to someone else's house as a guest and ride a tricycle!"

Is there still a girl?

Xueli was very disappointed, but Xia Weaving Xia Sha didn't matter, they were idle, if this didn't work, just change it, and said in unison: "Then let's play mahjong, right?"

Dongmei thought about it, and felt that it was not a way to let these uneasy guys sit dry, and it was better to hide in the house and play cards than to go out and go crazy, so she said: "It's okay to play cards, don't shout like at home!"

Natsuori Natsusa had no opinion, so Kitahara Shuji went to the closet to find mahjong tiles and asked with a smile, "Who wants to play?"

Haruna shook her head, saying that she didn't want to play, but she wouldn't in the snow, and finally Suzuki Noshi, Fuyumi, and Natsuori Natsu came on the field, and suddenly the four little girls rubbed mahjong - they gambled money, known as the New Year's Sparrow Race.

It is true that mahjong was invented in China, but the country with the most fierce mahjong in the world is Japan, and there are many mahjong parlors on the street. According to the statistics of the Yomiuri Shimbun, mahjong ranks second in the number of participants in various street entertainment activities in Japan, only losing to the pachinko hall, and defeats shogi and Go, and mahjong friends are all over all ages, from 5 to 105 years old - Japan sent a team to the Antarctic scientific expedition without forgetting to bring a pair of mahjong, and even the automatic mahjong table was invented by the Japanese, which shows how much I like it.

Fuyumi closed the door and began to gather to gamble.

She wants to win back the salary paid to Natsuori Natsusa, and by the way, make Suzuki Noki owe a "huge debt" for laughing at her in the future. Natsuori Natsuna has a lot of money this year, and proposes to double the gambling money, intending to borrow the New Year to make a small fortune, and Suzuki Noki said that she never brings money, but it doesn't matter, she can't lose.

There was a commotion on the table, Kitahara Shuji took a plate of nuts to Yukiri, Xueli duck sat next to him and ate happily, Akitaro drew alone in a corner of the room, and Kitahara Shuji looked at it for a while and found that this group of people playing mahjong was basically not good......

Haruna sat in the corner of the house and pretended to read, but from time to time she touched her eyebrows and pinched her ears, and she was obviously giving Fuyumi a secret after peeking at other people's cards. Xia weaving Natsu kept exchanging glances, not to mention, Kitahara Shuji also noticed that they secretly exchanged cards under the table with their feet, and Suzuki Noki seemed to have played with his grandmother before, and the method of shuffling the cards was very unique, looking at a sharp stroke, but the good cards have been pressed under the fingers and have not moved.

Kitahara Shuji was really speechless after watching it for a while, do you want to be like this for your daily leisure?

The four of them played mahjong, and as a result, everyone cheated out of a thousand, and no one could help anyone, so they got up with a fire, and it was dark in a blink of an eye.