"It's a ......"

Xiuguang held his forehead with his hand a little uncertainly, not knowing what to say.

"It's a bit too much......

It seems to have been said before that fate is impermanent, and there are many accidents and coincidences between world events. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Now this "accident" seems to have happened to Xiuguang.

But it's still unlucky.

Three years ago, I was hit from behind on the streets of Kyoto, and now I am being hit from behind by the same person on a bridge in Kyoto. …… This kind of thing is enough to hit people once, right?

And it was in this beautiful environment that this kind of thing happened. Look around, the blue stone pavement, the rushing river under the bridge, the crisp lapping sound of the river crashing against the stones, and the crimson cherry blossoms that are absolutely impossible to ignore...... It's a pity that Xiuguang, who is covered in mud, is not in the mood to enjoy any beautiful scenery now.

Sure enough, I fell into some evil today, right? So unlucky?

While complaining secretly in his heart, Xiuguang didn't forget to scan his eyes at the boy in front of him who hit him again after three years...... Ah no, now you can call a teenager.

His appearance has not changed much, it is still the same as before, his hair is tied back, the original child's head has been kicked off, and his eyes are still the same black and beautiful, but the childishness on his delicate face has been slightly reduced.

The costume on his body is still the same as before, it looks like a samurai costume made of good fabric, and there is no family crest. Only this time he didn't carry a katana with him.

Therefore, according to the above conditions, it can be inferred that this young man's identity should be a samurai, and the status of the family may be relatively high, and it is estimated that his parents must at least have more than a thousand stones.

While Hidemitsu was thinking about this, the young man in front of him also endured the pain and got up from the mud.

He rubbed his legs, shook the mud off his body, straightened his clothes, and then stood up and glared at Xiuguang.

"Hey! Why are you standing in my way! ”

The boy seemed to think that Xiuguang was in the way just walking in the middle of the road.

"Civilians! Watch your ...... Huh? You ......"

After shouting at Xiuguang in a voice that had not yet changed his voice, the young man suddenly seemed to have discovered something, squinting his eyes and scanning Xiuguang's face and figure up and down.

"Ahh

He must have sensed something, and stretched out his finger and pointed straight at Xiuguang,

"You...... You're the one who stood in the way in the crowd three years ago, right!! ”

The teenager's mood became even angrier than it had just been. He gritted his teeth, and his eyes seemed to be on fire.

"Well, can you figure it out a little bit......"

has been pointed at by a child by the bridge and shouted around.,Even if it's a person like Xiuguang, who is usually calm.,At this time, I don't know why the anger is also getting bigger.,

"Whether it's three years ago, or now, it's you who bumped into it without permission, okay? Thanks to you, my butt still hurts. ”

Xiuguang had a smiling smile on his face, and put a hand on the shoulder of the young man who was as tall as himself,

"Moreover, I am not a civilian, I am a samurai."

After hearing this, the young man's attitude was slightly restrained, but he was still full of resentment.

"Which kid are you?"

After hearing this, Xiuguang asked unhappily:

"And whose child are you?"

"I can't tell you. And you're not qualified to know. ”

"Oh, yes. Then why should I tell you who I am and where I belong to? ”

“…… Very cunning, you guy. ”

Xiuguang's rather scoundrel answer made the young man frown and be very unhappy, but he then said:

"Well! It doesn't matter who you are or what kind of family you are! ”

For the teenager's practice of simply not asking if he can't ask, Xiuguang felt a little surprised. He thought that children of this age were generally the kind of guys who liked to break the casserole and ask the end, but the teenager in front of him actually put aside this topic directly, and it seemed to be a good guy.

In fact, from the time the two collided to the current pole lifting, Irizawa Shinai, who is in charge of the protection task, has been secretly protecting Xiuguang somewhere. Of course, they are also watching the whole process now.

Originally, when Hidemitsu had just stood up from the dirt floor, Irizawa Shinnai sent him a secret message asking if he needed help, but Hidemitsu waved his hand and refused for the reason that it was "unnecessary". So Irisawa was just staring from the side at this time, and he didn't intervene in the matter between the two.

"Well, maybe a big part of it was my fault."

The boy spoke again,

"Although I don't like you for some reason, I apologize to you first!"

This time it's not a bar-raising, but a serious apology.

Attitudes change quickly, this guy. Xiuguang stared at the boy and thought so.

Sure enough, it's a pretty good guy.

But......

"Hey, hey, why do you hate me? We shouldn't have anything to do with it except this time and the one three years ago, right? And the person who hit it is you, and the responsibility is all yours. ”

The young man's sentence "I don't like you" seems to poke at a certain unpleasant point in Xiuguang.

"And, you remember me. Since you think you are noble, I thought that a young master of a prosperous martial arts family like you would not be able to remember the face of me as a hurried passer-by. ”

Hearing Xiuguang's words, the young man suddenly fell silent, and then still looked at Xiuguang with angry eyes.

"Hey, hey, I shouldn't have done anything to you, did I? Why are you suddenly looking at me unpleasantly? ”

Xiuguang, who has been staring at it like this, feels very uncomfortable, so he plans to ask directly.

“…… When I was in Kyoto three years ago, I lost something very important. ”

After thinking for a while, the young man spoke with a bitter face.

Don't keep wrinkling your face, otherwise you will lose points for a beautiful face. Xiuguang looked at the expression on the young man's face and wanted to say it directly, but after thinking about it, he held it back again.

"It was a very important thing that my mother gave me when I was five years old, but I lost it in Kyoto."

The boy continued, his face almost crying.

Lost something? Xiuguang touched his chin and began to think about it.

Speaking of which, I seem to be at that time......

"And that thing was lost when I hit you three years ago."

After finishing speaking, the young man looked at Xiuguang with eyes full of resentment.

Ahh Sure enough, it was the one!

The small brocade bag with light cyan embroidery that he picked up on the stone road at that time was indeed the property of the young man in front of him.

Thinking of this, Xiuguang finally understood the reason why the boy was very disliked by himself.

It turned out that it was because of the loss of the small brocade bag.