My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 201 No matter which world you go to, I will find you back.

August 8, Yishuiyuan.

Ibaraki Doji and Kageyama Kakuei sat in the living room, watching the news programs on TV together.

In the past few days, domestic public opinion has been divided into two distinct camps regarding the matter of "Tokyo University students once again occupying the Yasuda Lecture Hall after 50 years."

Those who support it believe that Congress and the cabinet have made serious mistakes in dealing with nuclear leaks and dealing with large-scale infectious diseases.The root cause of this error is the irrationality of the political system and the distribution of benefits. Instead of waiting for the entire country to rot, it is better to take advantage of this juncture to make changes.

Those who hold an opposing attitude believe that many countries in the world are in a state of dire straits and people are full of grievances, and only their own country has a calm and peaceful scenery. Now there are a group of people who follow the trend of those dilapidated countries to carry out revolutions, which is really a disaster for the country and the people.

The news media that prioritizes traffic will naturally not miss this hot topic. For example, TV Tokyo, which has always been short on funds, made an exception and invited the president of the National Academic Association Kuriyama to be the guest of today's program.

Ibaraki Doji looked at the gray-haired Kuriyama Council President on TV, and his thoughts were lost.

This person is an old acquaintance. In 1969, in the Yasuda Lecture Hall incident in Tokyo University, the two fought side by side.When the mobile team broke through the fence set up by the students and rushed towards the Yasuda lecture hall, Kuriyama, who was still a student at the time, was the first to climb to the top of the Yasuda lecture hall and threw torches at the mobile team below.

Now, that once passionate student has become a powerful bureaucrat, criticizing on TV a group of students who are doing the same thing as me back then.

[Their approach is "childish", children's toys are robbed to make a fuss, this kind of protest itself is "immature", in the end it is just a silly farce of despicable petty citizens. ]
[Harmful and unhelpful nonsense, it’s just the actions of some selfish people secretly for certain purposes.On the surface, they claim to be fighting for some great cause, but in fact it is just some ambitious people who want to explode in power want to fight for more right to speak. ]
[If you have time to participate in this kind of farce, it is better to help the victims and the weak, and help them get practical help. This is what students should do. ]
Ibaraki Doji looked at this comrade who had fought side by side, and listened to what he said, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Over the years, he has visited many old friends from the past. A large group of student leaders who led everyone to burn down buildings are now basically bureaucratic and academic leaders.

Only when everyone gathers to drink now, will they think of their careers in those years, miss the passionate years, and sigh "Youth is so good", and then there will be no more words.

Is security broken?Has hereditary changed?Has the consortium disbanded?

None. But not only do they no longer care about these issues, but they have turned their guns on them, accusing students of causing trouble, and using economic dividends to buy people off to cover up problems.

They were a generation that rejected the logic of capitalism that prevailed after the war, but they are now immersed in the embrace of a more developed capitalism.

To say a thousand words and ten thousand words, the lofty ambitions of those years were unconsciously swallowed by this world head to tail.

Ibaraki Doji thought of what Masato Ono had said, and felt sad for a moment.

"Ibaraki." Kageyama Kakuei lit a cigarette and hesitated to speak. Ibaraki Doji turned to look at him. He looked a little embarrassed and hesitant.

"Just say anything."

Kageyama Kakuei took a long puff of cigarette, and slowly exhaled, "The Sinomiya Foundation has a big problem. If this continues, our capital chain will soon be broken. These demonstrations lack financial support, and they will soon retreat. .”

"It doesn't matter. Demonstration is not our main direction of attack. This is just a trick to distract the attention of the authorities."

"However, after those monsters were seized, we don't have enough firepower."

Ibaraki Doji shook his head slowly, and said firmly: "As long as there are no problems with Rashomon, our plan in Tokyo will definitely be successful."

Is this really going to happen? Kageyama Kakuei smoked a cigarette, his heart was in a mess.

The evening of July 8.

Shinkawa knotted love and entered the boundary of Hida Mountain Range.

Incarnate as a bride, she walked through the deep tunnel buried in the mountains and entered the small town of Shenyin.

Eight spider legs passed through the road paved with bluestone slabs. When I looked up, I saw a long stone path in front of me, with white paper lanterns hanging on both sides. The candlelight went all the way to a torii gate in the middle of the mountain, under the bright moon. , like a fire dragon hovering in the quiet mountain forest.

The bride of the network walked through the torii gate and saw a brightly lit dark red shrine.A fat and cute chinchilla squatted on the stone steps in front of the main hall, its small eyes looked this way, and then suddenly widened.

"Yi Ya Yi Ya"

Mr. Totoro jumped down from the stone steps and ran over with a sway, his naive face was full of happy smiles.

"Little Totoro, long time no see."

The bride of the network touched its big head affectionately, and asked, "Where is the mountain god?"

"Yi Ya Yi Ya." Mr. Totoro pointed to the towering ancient tree on the mountain.

She raised her palm, and under the curious eyes of Mr. Totoro, a silk thread spewed out from the white palm. The thread hung on the ancient tree far away, pulling her body across the shrine and over the forest.

When it landed, the spider's legs stepped on dead branches all over the ground, making a series of creaking sounds.

Under the old tree, a black figure wearing a white ghost mask looked at her.

"You're here." Lord Mountain God said slowly, "We haven't seen each other for a long time."

The bride said calmly, "I want a mirror."

For a moment, a sense of loneliness mixed with jealousy passed through the heart of the Nagano mountain god.Affected by this emotion, the wind blowing from the forest suddenly became colder, and the moisture irritated the skin.

"If it wasn't for him, you wouldn't have come to see me, would you?" Mountain God's empty voice was full of unwillingness.

"Yes." The new bride nodded directly without any hesitation.

"What if I don't give it to you?"

The bride of the network glanced at the black shadow expressionlessly, then turned and left.

"This is the world I control. If I don't let you go, what can you do?"

The mountains shrouded in the silver light of the moon faintly shook, and countless birds flapped their wings to escape. The panicked squirrels fell from the trees, making a "plop" sound, which was heartbreaking.

With the sound of "russling" in her ears, the bride turned around slowly. She turned her red eyes slightly to look at the black shadow, and then turned her weak gaze back to a certain place in the dark forest. A random spot injury.

"In 1874, I was born in a small village at the foot of the mountain. Since I was sensible, I have never seen my father. Only my mother is with me. Every time I want to play with my peers in the village, they always He would scold me in front of me, saying that I was a wild child without a father, and that my mother was indiscreet. Every time I would cry and go back to my mother, and my mother would always tell me that I was the daughter of the mountain god, As long as I keep a pious heart, the mountain god will definitely come back to see me."

"I listened to my mother's words and started spinning by the river. I waited devoutly for God day after day. It was also the return of my father. I waited for more than ten years."

The mountain stopped shaking, and the forest returned to tranquility. A few fireflies left the forest and flew to her side to circle.

"On the day when I was 16, I realized that my father would never come back because he never cared about our mother and daughter. That day I pushed the loom into the river and returned home early."

"That was a day I will never forget. A group of bandits came to visit and ransacked the entire village. My mother was insulted by the bandits and died in tears. In order to preserve my innocence, I chose to make a pact with a dying spider demon." contract."

"Since then, the world has lost a daughter of a mountain god and a new bride of a great demon."

More and more fireflies came from the shrine, flying in swarms above her head.

"That was the first time I hated you." After the network bride said this, she changed back to Xinchuan Yuai and knelt down on the ground, "Please don't make me hate you for the second time."

The silent bright moonlight and the erratic light of fireflies overlap and reflect under the deep old trees, shadowy and shadowy.

Nagano Mountain God looked at the bright moon in the sky silently, and the moon looked bigger and brighter than before.

After a while, Xinchuan Yuai heard a sigh and the sentence: "I gave him the mirror last time. If you want to go, I won't stop you, but you must come back."

In the early morning of August 8th, Yuai Shinkawa came to Kyoto.

Standing in front of Rashomon, she closed her eyes and felt for a while, and found a small spot of light in the endless darkness.Then, she opened her eyes, smiled softly, and her body disappeared into the night like gas.

You have half of my origin in you, no matter which world you go to, I will find you back.

8 month 5 day.

Tokyo is still lively, with more than 3000 students gathered at Tokyo University.

On the same day, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department dispatched a mobile team to block access to and from the campus, cut off water, electricity and food supplies, and the entire University of Tokyo became an isolated island.

8 month 6 day.

Because of political fraud and illegal operations, 26 companies under the Sigong Consortium declared bankruptcy and reorganization, accounting for half of the total number of companies controlled by the consortium.

Most of these bankrupt companies were acquired by the remaining five major consortiums at low prices, and only a small part entered the market and were subsequently divided up by investment institutions.

8 month 8 day.

More than half of the students in Dongda University dispersed due to lack of water and food.

8 month 9 day.

Only about 150 students remained in the school. At the request of the president of the University of Tokyo, the mobile team of the Metropolitan Police Department used bulldozers, water spray trucks, and tear gas. After an hour of fighting, they successfully arrested all the students.

January 8-10.

Without financial support, the demonstrations that once spread across the country gradually subsided, and only small-scale demonstrations of a hundred people reappeared from time to time.

8 month 12 day.

Kakuei Kageyama was arrested when he left Yishuiyuan before the start of the Menglanbon Festival. Nearly half of the members of the Dokse Gang were summoned by the Metropolitan Police Department on the same day.

8 month 13 day.

Xia Xilin arrived in Kyoto and started a survey of Rashomon.

On the same day, the Nine Divisions completed the combat deployment for Yishuiyuan, and planned to launch a general attack on Yishuiyuan on August 8, the last day of the Meng Lanpen Festival.

On August 8, Kinkaku-ji Temple.

In the quiet and elegant Zen room, two monks, one old and one young, are practicing in the morning.

There are several gauze curtains hanging from the window, swaying gently with the summer breeze.

The sun is getting higher and higher, and the weather is becoming sultry, especially when the cicadas are singing, which makes people feel irritable.

The handsome little monk in white opened his eyes, and the aura flashed in his eyes, and when he looked over, he was greeted with a sense of divine aura.

"Master, I figured it out."

Monk Kong Wu spoke slowly, his voice warm and pleasant.

Opposite him, wearing a golden cassock, an old monk clad in jewels patted his chest, seemingly heaving a sigh of relief.

"Good student, you finally figured it out. If you can't figure it out again, then who will maintain the reputation of the Golden Pavilion Temple? Is it up to me?"

Monk Kongwu asked strangely: "Master, you are the boss of the Golden Pavilion Temple, if you don't rely on you to maintain it, who can you rely on?"

"How do you talk, kid?" The old monk glared at him, touched the big gold chain around his neck, and sighed: "Master, I am old, do you want me to fight and kill? You just Can't you let me enjoy the rest of the years? If I lose my waist in a fight, what will happen to those singers in the garden?"

"Master, you actually know the singer in the garden?"

"Just kidding, I have spent hundreds of years as a teacher in Buddhism and Taoism in Kyoto, how could it be possible that there are not many good friends?"

"Then why don't you take me with you?"

"Why, do you want your son to inherit his father's business?"

"It's not impossible."

The old monk clasped his hands together and said solemnly: "You are still young, for the sake of cultivation, don't think about women, just make good use of the name of the Golden Pavilion Temple to make money. As for how to spend the money earned, this is a very troublesome thing , needs to be carefully considered. But you don’t need to worry about it, just let the teacher do the work for you.”

Monk Kongwu curled his lips, "I only want to taste the saltiness, so it should be fine if I don't go in."

The old monk frowned, as if he was thinking about the feasibility of this matter.

After a while, he nodded and said earnestly, "Okay, I'll take you there next time. But we, the master and the apprentice, should explain first, you can't snatch the good friends of mine as a teacher!"

"No problem!" Monk Kongwu patted his chest excitedly. Just as he was about to discuss with his master when to go for a fun trip, there was a sound of footsteps at the door.

"Master, Junior Brother Kong Wu." Monk Kong Ning put his hands together and bowed eleven times, then he knelt on a futon and looked at the old monk: "I don't know why Master asked me?"

The old monk pointed at the young monk.

"Hello Senior Brother Kong Ning." Kong Wu put his palms together, nodded in greeting, and said, "I know everything about you."

"Oh?" Monk Kongning didn't change his face, "What do you know?"

"You gave me comics, and I don't want to sneak out to play when I don't want to read scriptures. In fact, it's not for my own good at all, but because you want me to waste my practice, right?"

"Why would the younger brother say such a thing?"

"Because senior brother wants to be the boss of the Golden Pavilion Temple, doesn't he?" Kong Wu smiled slightly, with a very refined bookishness on his delicate face.

But if you feel it carefully, you can feel a strong murderous intention from this gentle attitude.

Monk Kong Ning became angry when he saw his handsome face, and couldn't help snorting coldly, "So what?"

"Brother, don't you hide your ambition?"

Monk "I" Kong Ning's pupils suddenly contracted sharply. After realizing that he had slipped his tongue, he stared at his junior brother, silent.

Kong Wu had a calm expression, "Senior brother, can you tell me why this is?"

"Ask him!" Kong Ning pointed to the old monk.

The old monk shrugged his shoulders and said that I was just watching the show, you two brothers are trying not to take me with you.

(End of this chapter)