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So, what is the hatred between Izumo Taisha and Ise Jingu? Ling looked at Kuze curiously, hoping to hear some gossip from her.
Eating melons is human instinct.
But Kuze shook her head. She herself didn't know. The shrine master became like this after returning from the Shinto Association's meeting last year. That was a meeting that only high-ranking members of the shrine could attend. If it was Kuze now, as a saishin, she could certainly participate. But she became a saishin only a few days ago.
I think it's just that he was provoked. They are both the oldest and most famous shrines, but Ise Grand Shrine is in Tokyo.
"As for eating alone in the side room, what's wrong with that? What's the point of competing in this matter? I can't eat alone." Bo Li said as he poured himself another bowl of carrot soup. Then he glared at Zhemu, frightening him so much that he stopped eating with his chopsticks. He picked up the last piece of meat from under Zhemu's chopsticks.
After thinking about it, he didn't eat the piece of meat, but put it into Lingye's bowl.
"Newcomers are treated preferentially. Remember, you have to snatch food here."
The meat was average, far inferior to the skills of the two chefs at home, but Ling also found it interesting. This Izumo Shrine, known as the oldest one, with a black torii gate, was not what she had imagined before, and it felt good.
It's evening soon.
Kuze sent a new miko costume, a custom-made one for her to try in advance to see if it fits. There was no Chihaya, because that would be awarded at the ceremony tomorrow. It didn't matter if Chihaya, who was wearing it outside, fit well. It didn't matter if the size was a little off, it was just a gauze dress.
Ling didn't change into them immediately. After all, they were new clothes, and she planned to try them on after taking a shower.
The quiet shrine is isolated from the world, and I feel that even the concept of time has faded. The Jianmu forest blocks the sunlight, leaving only spots of light.
Jianmu is not the Jianmu in mythology. These two words originally mean "tall trees". In the shrine, no matter whether it is a banyan tree, an oak tree or a cedar tree, any tree that can be hugged by two people and blocks out the sun is a Jianmu. Some ancient trees that have been worshipped will also be tied with a rope made of straw, symbolizing that they have spirituality and are blessed by the gods.
After the shrine maidens and the priests finish their work, it is time for dinner at six o'clock.
It was still in the dining hall, but before anyone could sit down, tap-tap-tap-tap--
A burst of hurried footsteps came from a distance and gradually approached.
The shrine is a solemn place, and generally speaking, you must walk slowly. It is not necessary to pursue the goal of leaving no footprints on the sand or making no sound on the leaves, as the shrine maidens usually do in their practice, but at least you should not rush around.
The owner of the footsteps had obviously been running all the way here, but everyone was already used to it.
Snapped--
The wooden door was opened and a girl opened it. She looked about the same age as Ling and was still breathing heavily because she had run so fast.
"Reimu, how many times have I told you not to run in the shrine!"
"Don't give me that. I'm not a shrine maiden. I'm not a pilgrim coming to pray to the gods." The girl called 'Reimu' did not flinch in the face of the Lord of Boli.
She didn't even look at Lord Bo Li. Her eyes swept across the dining hall and quickly fixed on Ling Ye.
"Ha, it really is Freya! Dad didn't lie!"
The girl was wearing a navy blue dress, a sailor suit style, but the hem was longer than her calves, almost touching her ankles.
This should be the school uniform. In Tokyo schools, school uniforms have long been westernized. I have seen too many suits and short skirts. Occasionally seeing such a "simple" long skirt and white cotton socks, similar to the school uniforms in old photos of the Taisho era, made Ling feel a little familiar.
If you wear such a long skirt in a Tokyo school, it will be considered bad behavior. This is because girls who deliberately change their skirts to be long often hang out with motorcycle hooligans, and they wear long skirts so that they can sit diagonally on the back seat of the motorcycle and not expose themselves.
The girl put down her backpack and started searching.
"Freya, can you please give me an autograph?"
The girl who called herself Freya was obviously another TV drama viewer. She took out a signature book and a ballpoint pen from her bag. This was the first time Lingye was asked for an autograph in real life.
Lord Boli coughed lightly, and seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he knocked on the table again. But Reimu still ignored him, and was even stingy enough not to even glance away.
"I say, Reimu, I haven't even gotten Freya's signature yet, why are you in such a hurry? Put your schoolbag away, wash your hands and come over to eat!"
"You are already quite old, what do you want an autograph for?"
"What did you say, this unfilial girl?"
"Um, should we write 'Freya' or my name?" Ling interrupted the father and daughter. She felt that if she let them continue talking, it would soon turn into a quarrel.
"Oh, 'Freya' is not your real name. As I remember, your real name is..."
"Oshima Reiya, this is my name."
Fortunately, Ling also answered the question. In fact, Reimu didn't remember the other person's real name. This made her a little embarrassed.
But most people are like this. If you like the characters in a TV series, who would care about the real name?
"Excuse me, my name is Reimu, Hōri Reimu. This surname is really unpleasant to hear. It means Hōri, Hōri. Even if there is wealth, it will fly away. No wonder your family is so poor even though you are the chief priest of a big shrine like Izumo Taisha."
"Oh, if you dislike it, just change your last name." Lord Bo Li didn't care. He picked up his chopsticks and started eating. While eating, he said sarcastically: "Zai Qian, Bao Lai, how about it? They are both surnames of big families. If you have the ability, catch me a rich son-in-law."
Chapter 120: Lost Textbooks
【Gift Bo Li Ling Meng
I wish you a bright future and smooth sailing.
Ling had never signed autographs for anyone before, nor had she practiced any special handwriting, so the message she wrote was the same as her usual handwriting, neat and tidy, without any cursive or cursive writing.
"Sorry, I haven't practiced calligraphy."
"It's okay, this is good. It should be said that this is good." Reimu didn't mind. The handwriting was a little immature, but very beautiful, slender and dignified. Every stroke was clear, unlike other stars, sometimes just scribbles, even more exaggerated than those drawn by the priests in her shrine. Without the annotations next to them, you wouldn't know what was written.
Ling also signed her name "Oshima Lingya" on the back, and signed "Freyja" below.
"Wow, this is how Freya is written in English. I thought it was freiya!"
"Well, illiterate people, stop embarrassing yourself." Lord Boli said dissatisfiedly. He would not admit that he himself could not spell the name with letters. After all, the subtitles of TV dramas are all in Japanese, and no one has ever spelled it with English letters.
Reimu was satisfied with getting the autograph. She stopped arguing with her father and went to her room to put her schoolbag away and change her clothes.
More than ten minutes later, when Reimu changed her clothes and went downstairs, everyone had already started eating. Reimu didn't mind that others didn't wait for her, so she took a bowl and served herself. Self-sufficient and well-fed, I guess it was always like this before.
She was wearing a red and white dress, which looked a bit like the scarlet hakama of a shrine maiden, but it was obviously not a shrine maiden costume. After all, no shrine maiden costume had long sleeves and shoulders that were off the body, exposing the arms.
It was a bit similar to what Kuze Kanon wore last time in Tokyo. But Kuze at that time was wearing a long-sleeved undershirt with a sleeve-like ottoman on the outside. Reimu, on the other hand, had a section missing between the sleeve and the clothes.
"You're wearing this in late autumn. Do you think this idiot won't catch a cold? Exposing your shoulders is inappropriate."
"I just like it this way, what's it to you? Lululu" Reimu stuck out her tongue, "Besides, Sister Huayin also has clothes like this."
Not expecting that the war would spread to him, Hisayo buried his head in his bowl and pretended not to hear.
"Isn't Reimu a miko?"
Ling was also a little curious, Mingming was the daughter of the chief priest of the shrine. Although ancient shrines like Izumo Shrine were state property and the position of chief priest was difficult to pass down from father to son, it was rare for Mingming to be born in a Shinto family and not practice.
"I don't want to be a shrine maiden. It's so boring. Unless my dad lets me manage the offering box." Reimu served herself a big bowl of rice. She was a skinny little girl, but I didn't expect her to have such a good appetite.
"How can a witch take care of an offering box, you miser!"
"I don't care. I'm not interested in anything else. If you want me to be a shrine maiden, then let me take care of the offering box."
This kind of conversation was obviously not the first time, and the priests and priestesses at the table were no longer surprised.
Lingye couldn't help but think of the scene in his mind where Reimu was sitting in front of the main entrance of the shrine, holding the donation box, watching the tourists coming in and throwing money in.
It seems very interesting.
But then again, the so-called donation box only contains a pile of five-dollar coins.
The five vowels are the same as "bond", which is not so obvious in other shrines, but Izumo Taisha is a shrine for bonding, so the default donation here is 5 yen. Even if it receives thousands of people, it is only 5000 yen, which is not enough to take a taxi to the airport.
"You don't understand, this is called small profits but quick turnover." Reimu shook her finger, and was also proud of Ling. "Even if it is 10 million, it is made up of five yuan at a time. People should have dreams."
Ling almost thought that it was Lord Bo Li who was speaking. It turned out that father and daughter were indeed father and daughter.
As Reimu spoke, her eyes turned into Japanese yen coins. Perhaps 1000 million was the largest number she could imagine.
But is 1000 million a dream? Ling didn't quite understand. Her pocket money for half a year was someone else's ultimate goal, and this made her feel unreal.
However, she feels that being content with such a small goal is enough and that being happy is a happy thing.
The atmosphere at the table was not harmonious. The Boli father and daughter were fighting over the food, which forced the others at the table to eat faster. But in Ling's opinion, this was also another kind of harmony.
Such a dinner party seemed like something from another world to her.
Is the dining table of an ordinary family usually so lively?
Neither she in her previous life nor Oshima Reiya in the past had ever experienced such an atmosphere. The noise and noise could make one forget all the troubles. If one could live here, it would probably be a good thing, right?
Ling also lives a leisurely life by the mountains of Izumo, but thousands of miles away in Tokyo, some people are not leisurely.
"Kinomoto-san, did you really hand in your homework?"
"Yes, I have handed it in. The monitor should have received it."
Although math is not her favorite subject, Sakura will not delay her homework. Her grades are not as good as Reiya and Tomoyo, but she also works very hard.
The class monitor beside her nodded to testify for Sakura. She did remember receiving Sakura's math homework when she first came to school.
"That's strange." Teacher Takemoto asked in confusion. She didn't grade Sakura's homework book, and this was the only one missing in the class. "Nibutani, where did you put the homework after you received it?"
"Well, I put it on the preparation table at the back of the classroom, and took it to the staff room after the morning class meeting."
As Class Monitor Nibutani spoke, he walked to the back of the classroom and searched around the table and in the hole in the table, but did not find it.
In the corner of the classroom, Kangfu sat in his seat and looked at the three people looking for their homework. He felt a little nervous but kept silent.
"What's the end?"
"Finally, the teacher gave me a new notebook and asked me to redo yesterday's homework. I was so unhappy."
After returning home, Sakura lay on the bed in her small attic room, holding her cell phone and calling Tomoyo, complaining about what had happened that day.
"Still can't find the homework from before?"
"Well, I didn't find it in the end. Fortunately, the monitor kept testifying for me that I did hand it in."
Otherwise, it would not be just making up the homework. If she deliberately didn't do her homework, her parents might be notified. She would be considered a bad kid by the teacher. This was almost a disaster for Sakura.
Sakura doesn't have many friends in her class, and Class President Nibutani is one of the few people who can talk to her and is friendly to her.
"But it's so strange, how could the homework book be lost?"
It's not something delicious or fun, and maybe some classmates will take it. What's the point of taking the homework book?
"That's right. By the way, I heard Ling also took a leave from school?"
Because Sakura didn't go to the same elementary school as Reiya and Tomoyo, she only heard about it vaguely but didn't know the details.
Chiyo, my classmate, knows better.
"Well, I took a week off and went to Izumo in Tottori. I won't be back until next week. While we were at school, Ling was playing in Izumo. I was a little envious."
"Are you going to play?"
"The shrine maiden is training. The next time we meet, she will be the shrine maiden of Izumo Taisha Shrine."