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"Thanks for the advice."
"You're welcome, Mr. Fujii."
Chapter 25 Little Snow Fox
[Dean! My dream is to become a teacher who can lead everyone forward!]
Click.
The violent shaking of the car body woke Fujii Itsuki from his sleep.
He slowly opened his eyes, and through the misty car window, he saw the same snowy scene as in his childhood.
"Ah, I'm very sorry, Mr. Fujii, for disturbing your rest. There is too much snow on the road, and I think you hit a stone on the road just now, causing the pressure of the right front tire to drop a little."
Fujii Itsuki put down his right hand that was supporting his face and looked over. "Is everything okay?"
"It's okay, it's okay," Nagayama Sakura held the steering wheel with her hands, smiling easily, "It's just that the tire pressure is low. We're not far from the young lady's house, so we can definitely make it there."
"Thanks a lot."
"Where."
Fujii Itsuki took out his cell phone and checked the time, only to find that only half an hour had passed.
I must have been dreaming just now.
Why did I dream about what I said to the dean at that time?
Is it my past self who has come to the present to mock my failure?
Come to think of it, why did I say those words at that time?
The Songqian family home in the heavy snow seemed even more beautiful than yesterday.
With a slight interruption and continuous collisions, Fujii Itsuki heard the lingering sound of the ancient Buddhist bell from the Matsumae Shrine. The moment he stepped into the shrine, the snow scene, the cherry tree trunks and the distinctive Shinto architecture reminded him of the quaint charm of the past.
After arriving at the shrine, Fujii Itsuki followed Nagayama Sakura to the shrine's tea room.
On the way, passing the stone stairs outside the courtyard, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Matsumae Shinharu, who was sitting on the high platform behind the main hall of the shrine, from the upper side.
She was wearing a white robe, a jacket, a red hakama, a white feather robe called "Chihaya", a bright crown on her head, and was looking up at the beautiful sky.
Her face was slightly red, perhaps it was the coldness of the snowy day that made the girl's beautiful face look even more vivid.
Fujii Itsuki lowered his voice and asked Nagayama Sakura:
"It's morning now, and Ms. Matsumae is in this position, which means she is practicing for the New Year's Festival?"
"Yes, it's almost New Year's Day, and there will be a New Year's worship ceremony at Matsumae Shrine. The lady is probably resting now."
rest?
Fujii Jyuu took a closer look at the right side of Matsumae Shinharu's face, which was enough to set off the beauty of the sky.
No. Not just rest.
It wasn't the first time he had seen those eyes.
"The festival dance must be very tiring."
Nagayama Sakura nodded in approval, "Indeed, it is a dance that has been passed down for hundreds of years, and the most important thing in the past was the ritual inheritance of the festival."
Matsumae Shinharu seemed to have sensed something, and soon she also discovered Fujii Itsuki resting on the stone steps of the shrine below.
As Matsumae Shinchun turned around, she lowered her eyebrows, closed her seductive eyes, and smiled at him below.
This is a polite greeting.
Fujii Itsuki did not move, but Nagayama Sakura naturally bent down to return the greeting.
Butler Yongshan then turned around with a smile and said to Fujii Itsuki, "I'm really sorry to bother you these past few days, Mr. Fujii. The young lady has always said that she enjoys getting along with you."
"It's not a big deal. I just did my job well."
"It's not difficult to get along well with the young lady, but there are very few people who can get the young lady's approval. Not to mention that the young lady still has those things in her heart. The young lady has to rely on you, Mr. Fujii, for the next few days."
Nagayama Sakura smiled and shook her head, making a gesture of invitation, "Mr. Fujii, please go this way. We will go to the tea room first. Miss should still need some time. Sorry to have kept you waiting."
"It doesn't matter."
The tea room at Matsumae Shrine is smaller in comparison, but also more ancient in style.
Turning your head, you can overlook the entire relatively low Songqian family residence from this high place, covered in silver and filled with a chill.
Fujii Itsuki drank hot tea, and about half an hour later, the door of the tea room was pushed open.
Matsumae Shinchun, wearing a dress with puff sleeves and a western-style hem, pushed the door open and walked in with an apologetic look on her face.
Compared to Kokoharu who looks like a "goddess" in her shrine maiden costume, she looks slimmer in her everyday clothes.
Matsumae Shinchun pushed open the door and laughed the moment she saw Fujii Itsuki sitting inside:
"I'm very sorry to have kept Mr. Fujii waiting for so long."
Miss Matsumae's smile, embellished by the teardrop mole at the right corner of her eye, is indescribably charming.
"It's okay, but are you tired of practicing the ritual dance every day, Matsumae?"
"It's nothing. Of course, if you use the teacher's heartfelt words, it is indeed a bit tiring."
Fujii Itsuki smiled and slowly pushed a cup of Gyokuro green tea across the table. "Thank you for your hard work. It was just brewed not long ago. Would you like to try it?"
"Teacher Fujii!"
"You don't have to look like that."
"How did Mr. Fujii find this in Hokkaido?"
"If you pay a little more for express delivery, it can be mailed from Kyoto very quickly. This is the remaining tea leaves, please accept it."
"Then Mr. Fujii, the cost, I——"
"You don't need to pay this little money. I can give you a small gift."
I felt relieved when I saw Matsumae Shinchun accept the Gyokuro tea I bought online from Kyoto.
I have been taken care of by her these days and had the lunch she made. It can be considered as a return of favor for me to give her some tea that her mother likes.
“Great tea.”
"It should be sweet and fresh, with a hint of seaweed?"
"Yeah." Matsumae Shinchun put down the teacup in her hands and nodded.
Fujii Itsuki smiled slightly, and suddenly became curious, "Does Matsumae know why I like Gyokuro?"
Matsumae Shinchun answered without much thought: "Teacher Fujii, it should be because of Amane."
"That's right. Can you tell me how you came to that conclusion?"
"Because you said that you like your mother's works very much and are greatly influenced by them. And the protagonist of your favorite work happened to be the first person to drink Gyokuro tea when he went to Kyoto."
"That's right. It seems that you have read a lot of the professor's works."
"Well, after all, the only things I know about my mother are from those cold published texts."
Fujii Itsuki observed Matsumae Shinharu's demeanor from the information he had received in the past few days.
In fact, the professor told her that she had lost all attachment to this home long before the car accident.
This caused Matsumae Shinchun to lose half of her love at an early age. To her, her mother had always been a distant existence.
He was embarrassed to ask about the Matsumae family affairs, but from the fragmentary information revealed when chatting with Nagayama Sakura, Matsumae Shinharu's parents had never quarreled, and their relationship was harmonious from his point of view.
But one day, she suddenly cut off contact, left the family quietly, and almost abandoned her daughter.
This is abandoning one's family and daughter.
Teach her, why do this?
Matsumae Shinharu should know that her mother gave up on her on her own initiative.
As a daughter, what kind of thoughts does she have on wanting to get to know her mother better?
It's not a good idea to ask directly, as it will reveal the scars in Matsumae Shinchun's heart.
But she had no choice but to ask. If she didn't solve this problem, it would only hinder Matsumae Shinchun's life.
"Matsumae."
"teacher?"
"Could you tell me how long ago the professor left home?"
Matsumae Shinchun's tone was indeed much lower when he heard this, ".Probably when I was six years old."
"Do you know the reason?"
"I'm not sure. My father doesn't want to say anything."
"You're sure there wasn't a fight, right?"
"No, mother and father never quarreled."
It was not appropriate to continue asking, because Matsumae Shinchun didn't know the key information at all.
Asking further would only be exposing her scars again and again.
".But Mr. Fujii."
"Ok?"
"I don't hate my mother."
"why."
"There must be a reason why my mother is like this. Many details revealed by the teacher in the past and in the past few days can prove this. My mother is a very good person."
Even if she had been abandoned for four years and I hadn't seen my mother for almost ten years?
Fujii Itsuki thought that he was not a particularly soft-hearted person, but if the person sitting opposite him was Chitose, or rather someone as close to him as Chitose, he might still give her a hug to give her some comfort.
Fujii Itsuki took the almost empty teacup in front of Matsumae Shinharu and filled it up, then pushed it into her sight.