[Tutor+K] Five generations

As usual, he smiled generously, making it difficult to tell whether his words were jokes or the truth.

His eyes stayed on the handsome face of the blond-haired young man for a few seconds, Richard took a deep breath, but he still couldn't calm down the suspicion that emerged from a crack in his heart.

"Are you serious, I?"

Giotto let go of his shoulders, stretched out his hand to remove a wormwood leaf stuck to his hair, and led him to the side of the road amid the sound of gongs and drums getting closer: "Give me a reason for not being serious."

The noise in his ears was loud and loud, and when he glanced sideways, what Richard saw were two rows of middle-aged women in red and black bathrobes. The six people walking in front were all holding a big bamboo painted in red and gold in their left hands. basket, stretched his right hand into the basket neatly, grabbed a white round cake the size of a maple leaf, and threw it out with a festive face.

Witnessing this situation, combined with the fact that Tsunayoshi Sawada seemed to mention some festivals today, Richard, who has a high degree of trust in his senior RP, simply gave up questioning.

Although he was still terrified by the playful jokes of the last life, he believed that the first life would not make such a bad joke, let alone lie about such things.

"The customs here... are really special." Hitting people's foreheads with cakes is considered a blessing ceremony... Could it be that the holy water of the Holy See has been added to these cakes?

Richard couldn't help but bewildered by the efficacy of these blessing biscuits.Giotto, who had a full view of the hesitation on his face, was about to explain in detail when a woman with a red basket approached singing a haiku.

"Autumn comes, and virtue prevails, and the red leaves are blessed, and all diseases are cured in a long month."

Accompanied by the sound of cymbals and tambourines, a group of children jumped and followed behind the line, scrambling to land on the paper bags with cat heads, sea bream and the Seven Lucky Gods printed on both sides.When they grab the blessing cake, they will tap the cake on their foreheads very quickly, and then throw the cake out again without stopping, just like they usually fight with mud.For a moment, the sky was filled with red flat round cakes flying around, densely packed like a wave of wild geese flying south, flying back and forth on this short street.

This scene made Richard's scalp numb. Seeing that this piece of land was invaded by red flying cakes, the place where he and Giotto were standing was inevitably greeted with a second wave of "attacks". Richard subconsciously thought of running away , but to his right was a large white wall, and on his left stood his serene ancestor, His Excellency. The escape routes on both sides were blocked, and there was no way to avoid it.

Almost instinctively, he pressed his right hand against the wall, trying to use his strength to climb over the not-too-high wall, but before he put everything into practice, an unusually "kind" voice sounded in his ears in time. sound.

"Fifth, do as the Romans do when you go to the countryside."

Richard turned around, caught a few pieces of soft red objects that were thrown head-on, and looked at the person he admired the most in childhood with a blank expression.

"I don't need additional blessings."

Giotto looked at him kindly, as if not surprised by his answer: "This is indeed your answer..."

The nonsensical words made Richard a little puzzled, but before he asked, the black shadow covering him had moved away with the movement of the master. Giotto took two steps to the side, and the white windbreaker raised a slender arc in the air.

"Let's go."

Looking at the generous back in front of him, Richard was slightly dazed.

If it wasn't for his illusion, I seemed to have paused for a moment that shouldn't have happened before turning around.It seemed that there was something she wanted to say to him, but in the end she chose to remain silent.

He carefully recalled every previous scene, and the strange sense of disobedience became more and more clear. The words and deeds that seemed to be jokes seemed to contain hints, but it seemed that there was nothing, just a whim.

But in the past few days of getting along with him, based on his understanding of the first life, he didn't feel that everything just happened on a whim.

I... what does he mean?

While pondering in his mind, Richard's gaze inadvertently swept across the road and landed on a white figure that could not be ignored.

Across the long queue, a man in white stood under the street lamp, watching the festive spectacle.

The man seemed to be particularly afraid of the cold, so he wrapped himself up tightly. He wore a long white coat that hung down to his ankles. Half of his face was hidden under a white stand-up collar and a hoodie of the same color. Lavender pupils.

At the same time Richard was looking over there, the man happened to be looking over.The sight contact between the two was only for a short moment, and the next moment, the man turned his head, reached out and tightened the white hoodie on the side of his face, hiding his face deeper in the shadow.

Although there was only one glance of contact, Richard felt a sense of familiarity.

The intuition inherited by his blood forced him to step forward quickly, trying to bypass the turbulent flow of people to reach the person.But the man seemed to have eyes behind his back, and his steps remained unchanged, but he strangely took advantage of the obstruction of the crowd, and disappeared from his sight without haste.

Richard filtered through his mind all the people with purple pupils he had seen, and finally settled on an image that was still fresh in his memory.

In the frozen image, the long and narrow purple pupils are like glass hidden under the thick ice of Antarctica, revealing a chilling coldness; the silver hair is stretched openly, which is beyond the reach of the hottest summer sun. Melting cool color.

With a bang, the paper bag containing the biscuits burst in Richard's hands.

He squinted his eyes and bit out the name that had long been remembered in his heart in a very low voice.

"Bryn... Jesso?"

Although the face was younger than he remembered, he definitely did not remember those eyes wrongly.

Why did Brandon Jesso appear here?

"What's the matter, Ritchie?" Because of his stay, Giotto went back and forth, his clear eyes fell on his left hand covered with icy crumbs, he paused, then walked aside, asked the celebration staff for a tissue, and handed it to him he.

Richard took the tissue and carefully wiped off the debris on his hands, his eyes were still ups and downs.

"I...does Joe know about Bran Jesso?"

"Who is that?" Giotto took another bottle of water and a paper towel, poured the water on the paper towel folded into a square, and handed it to him naturally again, "...you stopped just now because you saw this people?"

I have to say that even without relying on super intuition, I was surprisingly keen.

Richard wiped the last traces of grease from his fingers, and threw the brown-stained paper towel into a trash can a few meters away.

It should have been expected that I didn't know about Bai Lan's existence.According to what Gang Ji said ten years later, Bailan disturbed the underworld/hand/party only for a short month ten years later. Before that, he had been silent, without fame or achievements.As a person of this era, it is only natural that he did not know this person for the rest of his life.But all along, I always gave him the feeling of knowing everything, making him unconsciously forget this fact, and subconsciously treat I as a special existence that knows everything and is omnipotent.

Without hesitation, Richard nodded and told Bai Lan's details: "I will be ten years later..."

"Hahaha, isn't this A Gang's relative?"

A familiar voice came from behind, interrupting Richard before he could speak half a sentence.

The two turned their heads when they heard the sound, and saw a young man in a blue and white kimono standing at the edge of the team, with a black wooden knife in his right hand, and a white twisted rope tied around his waist and forehead, looking at him with a hearty smile. them.

Richard tilted his head to look at the boy for a few times, and finally recognized the boy's identity despite the influence of the glare of the sun.

If I remember correctly, this boy with a wooden knife should be Tsunayoshi Sawada's Guardian of the Rain, and his name seems to be——

"Takeshi Yamamoto?"

Giotto missed his body and nodded to Yamamoto: "Aren't you practicing at this time? Why are you here?"

"The street where my house is located happens to be the person in charge of the Autumn God Festival, so I'll come here to help while practicing," Takeshi Yamamoto kept a bright face, but the words he said were not hearty at all, making people hairy, " Moreover, Yuji has been training in the Mountain of Death these days, and has not eaten for several days. I originally planned to give him some sushi, but when I heard that he was going to eat shoes for his practice, I changed my mind and decided to Drop by and help him."

"..." Richard was speechless for a moment.He knows that rumors will be distorted if they are passed on... But where did Takeshi Yamamoto hear the rumors?Hasn't the bet between Thomas and the prison temple been lifted?

Instead, Giotto asked thoughtfully, "How do you decide to help him?"

"Hahaha, the shoes are so hard to bite, of course I have to help the prison temple cut the shoes." Takeshi Yamamoto's face was full of sunshine, a good buddy and a good friend would go through fire and water without hesitation.

Richard's eyes became subtle in an instant, and even Giotto's bland smile seemed to be caught by something suddenly, and there was a sense of incongruity.

"Stop talking, I'm going to the prison temple," Takeshi Yamamoto held out a bamboo basket to the two of them, "Are you going to Agang's house? Here are lucky cakes and sushi, take them back and share with Agang Let's eat together, we will definitely win tonight."

After running two steps away, Yamamoto turned his head, still holding the wooden knife, and waved to the two: "You must supervise Ah Gang to eat it!"

After speaking, he ran away in big strides.

Richard and Giotto watched Yamamoto's back shrunk to a point, feeling an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

If they knew the catchphrases of the 21st century, they would probably understand how to describe this feeling—I want to light a row of candles for the Prison Temple, and the postage will be on me (us).

With a basket of fresh food in their hands and Yamamoto's request, the two stopped staying here and went straight back to Sawada House.

But before approaching the Sawada house, a noisy voice that seemed to be arguing came out from the half-opened window on the second floor.

"Stop, stop, stop!!!" The voice raised an octave anxiously and terrified, with extreme panic and rejection.

And that voice, even though it was a little distorted because of its high pitch, for those who are familiar with it, its owner can still be easily identified——

Richard's heart tightened: "... Tsunaki?"

The author has something to say:

*Note: The custom of smashing lucky cakes... I forgot which magazine I saw it in, but it is an event of the XX Festival somewhere in Japan.There are quite a lot of local festivals in Japan, many of which are local characteristics but not found in other places, and the names are also strange.

As for the nonsense haiku... The general idea of ​​​​removing the B box is: Autumn is here, the virtues of the place of "and" are very prosperous, and the blessings are also here because of the red leaves here. Let all diseases be eradicated in this September... …(Kari: [day] sightseeing/capture. Nagazuki: [day] September.)

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Thank you sherry for throwing a mine, Shengxia Guangnian for throwing a mine, Penglai Jiuwen for throwing three rocket launchers, wz is a bear for throwing a rocket launcher~qiu(?????)