"There's no way around it. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Saito reached back and put himself on the back of the sofa, his eyelids drooping slightly, white light sliding over the lenses, "There is no room for turning." ”

"Yes." Ryuzaki Sumire took a slight breath to calm his redundant mood, and his expression was quite complicated.

When the earth falls silent and the night covers the earth, this noisy world will reveal a hint of temptation in the mystery, the shadows of the mottled trees sway in the wind, and the bells hanging on it will tinkle and ring, and the red tassels will exude a warm breath.

At the beginning of the Gion Festival, each household will hang magic lamps and green curtains under the eaves, spread mats, decorate flowers, and erect screens to add luster to the festival. In the streets of Kyoto City, the sound of traditional percussion instruments is heard in the scorching air.

"It's lit up, it's lit up, Ichiro, look at it, look at it, it's all lit up!" Holding Sanada's arm with her right hand, Shoko excitedly pulled him to the Shijo-dori street, looking at the lanterns around her that lit up for a moment, and the expression on her face became more and more happy.

"Too lax, run slowly!" Sanada used his body to block the crowd around her, protecting her with his left hand to prevent her from falling, and also to prevent her from running away, so his steps couldn't help but be a little messy, but he was still able to stabilize himself.

"Na, Xian Yilang Xian Yilang, you see, it's so beautiful, there are a lot of words on it." Shoko stood on tiptoe and reached for the lantern on the high place, but just stretched out her hand and found that it was not enough. Almost at the same time, another hand came from behind him and easily removed the lantern, while he was heard to say, "You are wearing clogs, don't jump, you will slip." ”

"Oh." Shoko nodded, picked up the lantern and studied it in front of him, "Na, Genichiro, what is written on it?" It's Chinese, it's so annoying, the minister's Chinese is so good, but unfortunately it's not here. Ichiro, you also know Chinese, right, tell me what this is written? ”

"Well," Sanada nodded, and was about to open his mouth, but when he saw the words written on the lantern, his ears turned red, and he pressed the brim of his hat, and instantly changed his words: "The flowers of the prosperous era are blooming, and the family and life are in full bloom." ”

"Huh? Are you sure? Shoko was half-convinced, lifted the lantern and looked at it for a while, the font on it was like this, 'Have your life, spend your life in peace' but she didn't understand Chinese, so she had to believe Sanada, holding the line in one hand and happily pulling Sanada to other places.

"Ah~ah~ The deputy minister is so leisurely." Kirihara said with some dissatisfaction and envy, "Really, he looks so serious and likes to hit me on the head, and there are still people who like him, I don't understand what Aihara-san thinks, ah, it hurts, it hurts, Marui senior!! ”

Syllable~

Marui blew the bubbles, strangled Kirihara's neck, and said gloatingly: "Junior brother, you say, what if I tell Sanada what you just said?" ”

"Huh?!!!! Don't, Marui-senpai, I was wrong! ”

"It's okay if I don't say it."

"Please, as long as I can do anything." His hands snapped together and he bent over: "Please!" ”

"Well, let's go to the Winter House, the cakes there are delicious, I didn't bring that much money, I guess it won't be enough for a while."

“…… KUSO！ Marui senpai, how can you do this!!! ”

Listening to the roaring sound coming from the window, Fujiwara was slightly stunned, and when he looked up, he saw Marui and Kuwabara walking forward very leisurely, but ...... Marui was still strangled by his junior brother's neck under his ribs, and said as he walked: "If Kirihara doesn't want to, let's go find Sanada together?" ”

"No, no, no, I do! Really, really, really. ”

Fujiwara watched a few people walk by the floor-to-ceiling window and then retracted his gaze, and continued to look at the skin on the counter, there are all models, cheap and expensive, but she doesn't pay attention to the price, she pays attention to whether it fits or not.

Skin, in tennis, is the meaning of skin, that is, the layer wrapped on the racket handle, mainly anti-slip, shockproof and bulletproof, therefore, it is necessary to choose the right skin for yourself, otherwise you will hurt your palms after a game, so you must be cautious when choosing.

"Try this." Jibu took a box of black Skin and handed it to her, and did not forget to stroke his tear mole with one hand, which has become a habit, and recommended: "I have always used this NOLMORROAD brand, which is anti-slip and bulletproof, and the shock resistance is slightly weaker." ”

"Hmm." Fujiwara took it, opened the box and took out the trial section and rolled it on his index finger, then gently pulled the other end to try the touch, and then tried the friction of the surface, and it took nearly a minute and a half to try it a little bit, and finally nodded, "Yes, the anti-slip has reached 8.86, and the bulletproof 8.23." She didn't say anything about shockproof, because shockproof is something that you need to feel after you have wrapped it around your racket and played the ball.

snapped his fingers, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly: "Uncle Ben's vision has always been the best." ”

Fujiwara didn't speak, just looked at the skin in his hand, and the pupils under the lenses showed a little warm light.

The breeze is light, the candlelight is hazy and hazy, and the wind chimes are tinkling crisply. Sakura walked in the bustling crowd in a dark purple kimono, and Fuji in a black kimono accompanied her, surrounded by pedestrians in kimonos, and a smile passed in front of her.

Eating the last dragon's eye that Fuji handed to his mouth, Sakura's cheeks were bulging, like a little squirrel. Reaching out and pulling the belt around his waist, he said suspiciously: "Why do you want to carry a small pillow in the back?" ”

"Poof~" Fujiichi accidentally laughed, and instantly met Sakuraichi's sharp gaze, so he stopped laughing, "Sakuraichi, that's not a small pillow, it's Kensaki." In ancient times, many women practiced swords, and they wore not kimonos, but simple narrow sleeves, and for convenience, they would wear swords on their backs, and then they slowly evolved into a kind of kimono. “

"Yes." Sakura moved her shoulders and frowned, "It's uncomfortable." ”

"There's a ready-to-wear store over there, let's go ......"

Before the words 'buy one and change it' came out, Sakuraichi shook his head, "No, that's all." ”

"I'll loosen your strap." As he spoke, Fuji passed his hands under Sakuraichi's ribs and gently loosened the strap, and the light and different fragrances blended with each other, without the slightest gap. After a while, Fuji spoke: "Okay." ”

When Sakura heard this, she moved her body and found that it was much more comfortable than just now, so she nodded, "Yes." As he spoke, a couple walked in front of Sakuraichi holding hands, and the girl held a small wooden talisman with two rows of poems written on it, and glanced at it, which was the language of blessing.

"Fuji, that wooden sign ......"

Fuji pointed to the store in front of him and smiled, "It's right in front." ”

Turning his head, he saw an antique shrine store, the entrance of the store was full of wooden talismans, and the shopkeeper knelt in front of the store, smiling and explaining the meaning of the wooden talismans to the visitors.

This kind of wooden rune Sakuraichi had never seen before, and he walked over in curiosity, and his hand was still being held. Just walked to the store, before she could speak, a little girl with a huge lotus leaf climbed onto the tatami mat of the store to choose a wooden talisman, as if she thought that she was holding a lotus leaf in the way, so she turned her head to Sakuraichi and smiled sweetly: "Sister, help me get it, thank you." ”

"Hmm." Sakura nodded and took it, the lotus leaf was too big to hold up, big enough to envelop her whole body.

"Sakuraichi, turn around."

Hearing Fuji's voice, Sakura turned her head, her hair shook slightly, and with a click, the action was retained in the camera, "It's perfect." Fuji sighed as he looked at the picture in the camera.

Sakura glanced at him, a subtle attachment slipping through her eyes, without a trace. Raising his hand and pointing to the wooden sign on the hallway, "That one looks pretty good." ”

"Well, you wait." Fuji nodded, reaching for it. Sakuraichi stood beside him and watched him.

Suddenly, a breeze hits, sending a faint mint fragrance, from light to deep. Sakura was slightly stunned, this was a smell that she had never smelled, and no one she had ever met belonged to.

So, turning his head, the first thing that caught his eye was a black trench coat, the crimson color wandered around the sleeves with strange traces, like runes and some kind of rare language. The same black pants make the legs appear more and more slender, forming the best proportion with the body. However, the man stood here facing her, motionless, the night wind blew, and the ruffles rolled with wavy lines, and then, a fair, slender hand reached over and gently lifted the corner of the lotus leaf.

Suddenly, a handsome face came into view, with a slender figure, slanted eyebrows, dark green eyes that were particularly deep, and even the gaze was a little faintly gloomy.

Wow –

The cool breeze was chilling, encouraging his windbreaker to fly, and the word 'vertical and horizontal' engraved under the high collar of the flowing cloud pattern was actually revealing a faint blade at this moment.