Seeing that the situation was wrong, the little boy bit his lip and looked at Sawaguchi's side, there were three people over there, and Matsudaira couldn't fight it. He pulled his legs and ran downstairs, and the few people present ignored him.

He ran all the way to the door of the bathroom, and he didn't dare to lift the curtain to enter, but just stood outside the door and shouted: "Qiandao-kun, Qiandao-kun, Suzuki-kun is not good." ”

Not long after he finished speaking, he heard a lot of movement inside, and then a man quickly lifted the curtain and walked out.

"What happened? Where is it? ”

The little boy looked at Xi Deng, who was only wearing a single shirt and even had crystal water droplets on his face, and hurriedly walked over to hold Xi Deng's hand, "Let's go over quickly." ”

The little boy was forced to hang in the air after his short legs did not run a few steps, he looked at his face at close range, and was slightly stunned, and heard Xi Deng say quickly: "You show the way." ”

The little boy nodded, wrapped one hand around Xi Deng's neck, and the other hand quickly pointed in one direction, "Over there." ”

When they arrived at the place they had been, they found that there was no one there.

Xi Lan put the little boy down and looked around, "Where's Suzuki?" He looked down at the little boy, "What did you say happened to him?" ”

The little boy also panicked and stammered: "I was still here just now." ”

Xi Lamp pursed his lips and turned directly to Suzuki's room, and he opened the door without a pause.

On the floor of the room sat a man dressed in fine clothes.

The man was wearing long hair, and he was looking down to play with a cherry blossom in his hand, when he heard the voice, he turned his head slightly, and after seeing the person clearly, his eyes were cold, "What are you doing?" ”

The little boy poked his head out of Xi Deng's thigh, "Ah, Suzuki-kun, it's great that you're here." ”

Suzuki sneered, "You called him over?" He looked at the appearance of the wolf bèi, "Why interrupt the time of other people's bathing?" ”

The little boy raised his head and looked at Xi Deng, whose face was paler than before, although he didn't quite understand what was going on between the two people, "Thank you very much, Qiandao-kun, it's okay now." ”

Xi Deng took a deep breath, put one hand on the little boy's head, and touched it, "Xiaozhi, you go out first." ”

Suzuki's eyes suddenly sharpened, "Why did he go out." ”

"I want to talk to you. Xiaozhi, can you give us some alone time? There's food on the table in my room, so go over and eat. ”

With something to eat, the little boy was immediately moved, bit his lip and bowed to Suzuki and ran away.

Xi Deng stepped into the room, and Suzuki was almost always looking at Xi Deng with his eye knife.

Xi Deng looked at Suzuki and approached the other party step by step, "If you don't want me here, then get up and push me out, if you hate me, stand up and beat me now." He walked up to Suzuki, "Why don't you move?" ”

Suzuki twisted his face slightly wolfishly, "Why should I move?" ”

Xi Lamp bent down and twisted Suzuki's face back with a gentle but irresistible movement, and pulled away the long hair that covered his right cheek.

"Is it because of the wound on your face?"

There were clear fingerprints on the originally fair face, and those fingerprints were even red and swollen, which looked very terrifying.

Xi Deng's pupils shrank, "Who hit it?" ”

Suzuki turned on the hand of the mat lamp and said in a hard tone, "It has nothing to do with you." ”

"Suzuki!"

When Suzuki heard this, he just turned his face away and covered the wound with his long hair again, "It's all said that it has nothing to do with you, so let's go." ”

Xi Deng's voice became bitter, "Suzuki, you take good care of yourself these days, don't be unhappy because of me." ”

When he had said this, he turned and left.

Suzuki heard the door open and close, and he took out the shakuhachi hidden in his sleeve.

The shakuhachi, which was supposed to be intact, was broken, and a cut had been made from the mouthpiece, like a hideous wound.

He stared at the shakuhachi in his hand, and his tone was calm, "Qiandao, I'm in so much pain." ”

He brought the shakuhachi to his lips, as if he wanted to blow, but this shakuhachi would just make a "shhh This shakuhachi has been broken and broken by Qiandao himself. Qiandao didn't know that he liked him to blow shakuhachi the most, because at that time, Qiandao's eyes were the most gentle, and he treated this shakuhachi like his lover/person, but he didn't even want shakuhachi now.

Thinking of this, Suzuki got up from the ground, ran to the dresser, took powder and covered his wound with a thick layer, and then tied his hair up at will.

When he got up, he coughed violently again, coughing up tears so much that tears came out. He self-deprecatingly twisted the tears from the corners of his eyes, it was just a minor ailment, but he was so weak. It turns out that if your finger is pinched and it turns red, you have to go to Qiandao with tears in your eyes to seek comfort, and when you see that the other party is distressed, you feel that your fingers don't hurt anymore. Even if I cough heart-wrenching now, it doesn't seem to be anything. The heart is distressed, and the body is hurt.

***

Suzuki rarely goes out, first, because he doesn't want to be exposed to the sun, and secondly, for him, as a geisha, he will be looked at a few times wherever he goes, so he is too lazy to go out. I went out today because of the shakuhachi in my sleeve.

He made a point of asking the guests about the best people who made musical instruments. It took Suzuki a little time to find the shop.

The store was unremarkable, and from the outside it looked dusty, and Suzuki hesitated before entering. When I walked in, I saw many musical instruments hanging on the walls of the shop and drums on the floor. Suzuki looked around and noticed that there was the sound of grinding wood from behind the counter, and it seemed that a head was popping out of there.

"Anyone?" Suzuki looked at the counter and spoke tentatively.

The sound of grinding wood stopped abruptly, and a fat face emerged from behind the counter.

That face was featureless, and it was even a little ugly.

"Who are you?"

The voice is also coarse.

Suzuki hesitated, and the man had already stood up. He patted the sawdust on his hands, raised his eyelids and glanced at Suzuki, "Dumb? ”

Suzuki held back his breath and took out the shakuhachi in his sleeve, "I want to ask if this can be repaired?" ”

The man glanced at it, "This?" It's all in tatters. ”

Suzuki frowned, a man who made musical instruments actually spoke like this, and he was about to get angry, but heard the next sentence, "But I like to give soul to the rags, show me that." ”

Suzuki couldn't help but be overjoyed, and he hurriedly handed the shakuhachi over. The man took it and looked at it carefully, "Your shakuhachi is not a precious thing, I have a better one here, it is better to buy a new one." ”

Suzuki said, "You can tell me if you can make it up." ”

The man smiled, "Yes, but if you need time, you can come back in a few days to get it." ”

Suzuki frowned, "How many days will it take?" ”

"Three days less and five days more." The man laughed.

After the man watched Suzuki leave, he picked up the shakuhachi on the counter and studied it carefully, "I didn't think anything was unusual." ”

A voice rang out from behind him, "That's just you didn't notice it. ”

A young man walked out of the middle of the store, and he walked directly to the man, his eyes already fixed on shakuhachi.

When the man saw the young man, his body immediately bent slightly, "Lord Morikawa." "Then I sent the shakuhachi in my hand.

Seeing that the young man took it, his eyes seemed to be satisfied, and he couldn't help but say, "How did Morikawa-sama know that the geisha would send this thing to my shop?" ”

Morikawa smiled slightly, and stroked his hand over the shakuhachi, "I deliberately let people let go of the news, and besides, you are the best person to make musical instruments." He took a brocade bag from his sleeve and threw it on the table.

The man picked up the brocade bag, checked it, and opened it again, and it was full of precious jade. He has a habit of making musical instruments, so he likes to add precious jade to them, but this precious jade is really rare.

The man got the benefit, and immediately smiled, "Thank you, Lord Morikawa, but this thing is so ordinary, looking at the smooth Cheng dù on it, it has been some years, how can Lord Morikawa be interested in this thing?" ”

Morikawa only smiled and said nothing, and the man immediately understood, "The things of beautiful women are naturally rare, and ordinary things cannot be compared." ”

The beautiful woman in his mouth refers to the flamboyant geisha who has just arrived.

Morikawa smiled back at him and carefully put the shakuhachi away, "Do you know what to do for the rest?" ”

The man understood, "I have memorized the location of the rift, so I will naturally forge it exactly the same, and repair it to ensure that the beautiful woman will not see any clues." ”