The sea does not reject the trickle can become a vast wave, and the mountains do not reject the dust can become the momentum of the sky.

"What's your name?" Yunluo asked indifferently, he hadn't decided whether to kill Xiangchu Junzi casually, or take her back to Huaguo, to kill or not, for Yunluo, the choice is in the hands of Xiangchu Junzi.

No one likes to go home with a trouble, and Yunluo is concerned, saving Xiangchu Junzi is just a temporary kindness, even if he kills Xiangchu Junzi again, it is just a temporary evil. The life and death of Junko Xiangchu has little meaning to Yunluo.

"The first pure son of incense, the incense of the fragrant, the beginning of the first month, the pure and pure, the son of a woman, is eighteen years old this year." Xiangchu Junzi's pure and soft voice is as charming as a fox, and her palm-sized melon seed face is soft and graceful, with a charming atmosphere that makes a man's heart flutter. Xiangchu Junzi's white and soft plain hand gently pinched Yunluo's right hand, like a massage, and like a coquette.

Yunluo was silent, listening to the life experience told by Junko Xiangchu, Yunluo felt that this girl who was only a beauty had the charm of a fox girl and a snake girl in the apocalyptic world, a natural charm, and a cultivated charm.

Xiangchu Junko is actually a courtesan specially cultivated by a big family, but Xiangchu Junko is the best one of this generation, not only weak and coquettish and good temperament, but also very cultured, because it is too good, so there has been no task.

The most important thing is that a courtesan like Xiangchu Junzi, although she is still a virgin, is omniscient about sexual affairs, and she has been studying Meigong for more than ten years, and her real ability is in bed, and she has practiced jiu-jitsu, and she can really be delicate and boneless.

Excellent academically, you know, Junko Kazutsu can use a secluded place to overflow the juice of a small piece of sugar cane that is instantly strangled, and then take it out and it will become dry slag. It is so delicate that it makes a man's heart itch and tremble. A little cherry mouth, that is, the length of the girl's cherry lips does not exceed the Yao nose, and the black hair is shawl, which is very suitable for the aesthetics of Yunluo's classmates.

With Yunluo's temperament, he can see what he is thinking about Xiangchu Junko, who doesn't understand men's hearts very well, which also makes Xiangchu Junko very insecure. She is a black household in Japan, and she is penniless when she leaves Yunluo. Junko Kahatsu is a courtesan who is proficient in how to serve men, and subconsciously thinks of sleeping with Yunluo in bed.

The elegant and elegant aroma of cherry blossoms is the fragrance of cherry blossoms only when Junko Xiangchu soaks in cherry blossom baths all year round and takes secret medicines, which is also the national flower of Japan is cherry blossoms, which can make Junko Kazuchu more charming.

The one-meter-six Xiangchu Junzi is delicate and exquisite. The little feet are slender, Yunluo can be held with a palm, the waist is slender, both hands can be held, but the delicate breasts have a D cup, which is very eye-catching, and the fragrant buttocks are straight and round like a full moon, delicate and soft. The eyes are soft and charming, and he is a pure and charming little fox. A peerless stunner that can make men fly to the sky.

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Xiangchu Junzi rubbed Yunluo's arm with her delicate chest, and she skillfully wanted Yunluo to turn into a big-tailed wolf, but unfortunately, Yunluo's classmates were able to scare three big fat pigs to death, and they just enjoyed Xiangchu Junzi's warm fragrance and warm jade, but they didn't react. He hadn't figured out what to do with Junko Kahatsu yet.

Yunluo and Kahatsu Junko came out of Chionji Temple and the right hand hand was a park, and from here to the streets and alleys in front of Kiyomizu-ji Temple, the figure of a woman in a kimono began to appear. Judging by the cameras in their hands, they are also tourists, not geisha. The woman wears a kimono. Stepping on the clogs, you can only walk on a small walk, and your posture will naturally curl up.

The color palette and pattern of the kimono are as elegant as gouache paintings, and they are long to the top of the feet, and the knots on the back make the wearer more upright. When I met a woman walking in a kimono in a small street, I didn't need to look at my face, I felt that it was a beauty, it was an overall atmosphere, dignified and quiet, and my temperament was outstanding.

Of course, the kimono also gives a sense of ceremony, not like ordinary wear, but also a gorgeous gesture, similar to the red pavilion in front of the temple. On a normal day, how many Japanese women wear kimonos to travel. Under the clear sunlight, you can enjoy the beautiful scenery of the streets of Japan, and you are surrounded by supple and charming beauties.

However, even if Yunluo sees a housewife hidden in simple, plain colors at the station, traveling alone with two children, she will clean up and apply light makeup. A woman's posture more or less also explains the status and outlook on life of a woman in a society. Junko Kazuha looked at these with some curiosity, she had been raised in the boudoir since she was a child, and she had never been out of the manor.

Japanese women do not work after marriage, and it is difficult for them to be promoted at work if they are not married, and it seems that they have no social status. In fact, after retiring to the family, they are the real core of a family. A mother who can be in the mood to dress up shows at least that she has a love for beauty. Holding the financial power of a family also allows them not to have to bow their eyebrows and pleasing their eyes with men who make money for rouge gouache.

Yunluo heard that Japanese men's pocket money must be negotiated before marriage, and cannot be used at will, which shows that all countries have similar customs in the affairs of women's management. Yunluo thinks that Japanese women are gentle and obedient, always standing behind men, as a foil, but after coming into contact with local Japanese film and television works or books, he found that this is not the case.

Because of beauty, many things can coexist.

For example, in the Dongshan Scenic Area, in the alleys of Kiyomizu Temple, Willow Lane, a flower street that has been degraded to vulgarity in other countries, can be only one street away from the sacred and solemn temple. Geisha has become a culture that requires hard work and talent to succeed. I heard that there is also a road called Hanami Trail here, and Yunluo may walk through it, or miss it.

Xiangchu Junzi was soft and quiet, she didn't speak, she just obediently held Yunluo's arm, and Xiang shouldered the lazy red rat candy, which was the most elegant scenery in the eyes of passers-by. Xiangchu Junzi is pure, innocent, innocent, ignorant, coquettish, amorous, sexy, and enchanted.

Such a fragrant first pure child, proficient in sexual affairs, but not familiar with the world, pure and charming, is the best.

The flower path refers to both the shadow of the cherry blossom and the woman who is like a flower. When the geisha, known as flowers, walk along this path, their delicate figure is admired by passers-by, which is a real appreciation of beauty. Like the red pavilion in front of the temple, beauty, that is, a gorgeous storage zài.

Yunluo and Xiangchu Junko came out of Zhi'en Temple, and it was already dusk. Seeing the tourists walking in twos and threes in the direction of the mountain, Yunluo also followed. In front of it, there is the back of a woman in a kimono, which reminds people of the beauty of the flower moon.

Seeing the kimono makes Yunluo feel like he is in a foreign country, isn't it, seeing the Odai girl on the street of Saigon, seeing the sarong man in the car in Indonesia, and seeing the young man in a robe standing in front of the almsgiving man in Chiang Mai in the early morning.

As he walked, the sound of a guitar came to Yunluo's ears, and he walked past it, and it was a park with a shallow pond next to the mountain, and street performers performed in front of the pool. There are artists in various countries, and Yunluo's impression of Japanese artists comes from the portraits on the ukiyo-e, as well as the artists who travel all over the world under the pen of Yasunari Kawabata.

Of course, the modern dressed guitarist in front of him does not belong to this list. Yunluo stood and listened to the meeting and was about to leave, when a man appeared next to him, pointing to Higashiyama and speaking a string of Japanese. When he suddenly looked at him, Yunluo was shocked, this tall, thin man looked too much like a Japanese customer, to be exact, younger, like his younger brother.

Yunluo heard that he was introducing the park scenery to Yunluo, smiled and thanked him, he listened to Yunluo speak Japanese, said a few words, and pointed to the camera to help Yunluo take pictures. Junko Kazutsu blinked her beautiful eyes curiously, but she exuded a charm that made men stare at her figure by themselves, delicate like a naughty little fox, gently scratching your heart with her fluffy tail, tickling.

When he was just in Zhi'en Temple, Yunluo thought that it was a small trouble to travel and take pictures, so he suddenly appeared a warm-hearted person who took the initiative to help take pictures, and the enthusiasm expressed by the smile lines on his face did not need to be explained in words. Junko Xiangchu has a talent for taking pictures and posing, and has been professionally trained, gently and skillfully leaning against the clouds, like a couple, after taking pictures, this gentleman left.

Yunluo and Xiangchu Junko went to Kiyomizu Temple next, I have to say that Japan is very friendly to small animals, and no one says that red rat candy is not allowed to enter the temple. Junko Xiangchu didn't know the horror of this little cute thing, and occasionally smiled lightly, touching the fluffy red rat candy with her bare hands, and liked it very much.

There are no white ladies in Kiyomizu Temple, and there are several black crows standing on the edge of the beautiful tower. Their dense figures set off the Kiyomizu Temple in the twilight even more solemn. At the beginning of the smoke and rain, dusk came earlier than the sunny day, although the sky was still bright, and the faint yellow light of the lamps was already reflected behind the paper window.

The Buddha statue in the dark hall of the Mahavira sits in a deeper darkness, and the eyes under the lamp are not very clear. As Yunluo walked slowly, he saw a pair of young men and women wearing kimonos praying in front of the Buddha statue, the girl wearing a white kimono with a water-red belt, and the boy wearing a black kimono.

This is the charm of Kyoto, and it is hard to imagine that even in the ancient capital of China today, people in ancient costumes can appear so harmoniously in a classical garden, and people will think that it is a cosplay, but they will not think of real people.

And the girls in Kyoto wear kimonos or yukatas, in the eyes of Yunluo, a foreigner, it seems that they have always dressed up like this, and their gestures are natural, and they wear kimonos on grand occasions since they were children.

Yunluo led Xiangchu Junzi to the stage suspended between the stone wall and the cliff in the backyard, and there was no glow in the sky of Xishan in the distance, and there were white clouds floating leisurely on the green mountains. The slender waist of Kyoto Tower is clearly recognizable, and the sky is too bright, and when you look at Kyoto Castle from above, the modern style is suspended above the classical atmosphere.

Walking off the stage, the sky is already dark, the clouds fall and listen to the murmuring sound of flowing water in the valley, and a small row of stone statues on the side of the road are surrounded by red cloth, which is simple and lovely. Yunluo looked up, and the tower body of Kiyomizuji Temple showed a clearer silhouette in the fading light and shadow. Xiangchu Junko was a little afraid of the cold and leaned next to the clouds, absorbing warmth.

The light of the stone lantern on the side of the road guides the clouds to the exit, although the scenery behind them makes people reluctant to give up, but people always have to go forward, all the way, loneliness and happiness go hand in hand.

There are flowers blooming, quietly in the heart. (To be continued......)