Purple hydrangea, hibiscus and gentian;

Golden peacock grass and calendula;

A bunch of red, pink peony flowers, four-color peony, pure white gardenia and lilies.

Wearing a white-based plain kimono and a long and gorgeous black kimono outer jacket, Mrs. Kyujo stood on the eaves of the dripping corridor and admired the garden in the plum rain.

The sound of kimono-clothing swaying came from behind.

She didn't look back and said softly: "It's this time of year again."

Miki Kujo stepped forward, stood at a distance from her palm behind her mother, and looked at the garden that could almost be called a maze.

The sight swept across most flowers and finally fell on the roses.

Since this year's White Valentine's Day, Kamibocho Villa receives a bouquet of roses every day.

There is also the May Rose that my mother used to take a bath. When she opened her eyes, Tsushi Watanabe took it to her bedside, and the two of them sniffed under the quilt together.

She also wore a kimono, wisteria-colored, and nine family emblems were embroidered with gold wire at the back.

The mother and daughter stood together, and the servant stood behind from afar. From a distance, it looked like a Ukiyo-e painting of an ancient noble.

The beauty was broken by the heavy footsteps.

"Host, Miss," Kyujo Shinsuke stopped, "The preparations for the rituals have been made, and the monks from Kyoto have been arranged in the Haute Temple."

"Thank you for your hard work," said Mrs. Kujo indifferently.

Kujoshinobu minded not speaking and bowed silently.

The sound of rain drizzles, and fog is faintly vague in the yard, and white flowers are the first to hide.

"There's another thing, I'll ask you to do it."

"yes."

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Saturday, June 19th.

The weather was clear for two days this week, and on Saturday and Sunday, it started to rain again.

"I can't go today, so I'll ask for leave." Watanabe Toru called Kiyono Rin.

"Reason?" across the phone, Rin Kiyono stopped wearing clothes.

"Miki asked me to go there, it seemed to be the death of the previous generation head of the Kujo family."

Kiyono Rin continued to wear clothes: "You have no blood relationship with the Kujo family and have not married into a family. What are you going to do?"

"Come on the numbers?"

"I see."

There was nothing to say next, but the phone didn't hang up.

Tsushi Watanabe looked at the Meiji Shrine forest in the rain, and listened to the sound of his hands reaching into his sleeves, zipping his pleated skirt and tightening his bow.

When Kiyono Rin put on her clothes, she said coldly and softly: "Pervert."

"Dudu", she hung up the phone.

"I don't believe you don't know if the phone is not hung up." Tsukuba Watanabe said to Mei Yu.

After taking a shower and changing his clothes, he left a note for Tomorrow Mai who was still sleeping on the table.

"Go to Mihime's house and say to Teacher Koizumi for me, Watanabe."

Press the paper with the pen and take the [umbrella] and go out.

This was his first time to go to the mansion of Kujo's family alone. In the past, either Kujo Miki came to pick him up, or went to Kamibocho first, and then the two of them went together.

Taxis parked under a steep slope, and further ahead is a private residential area, which is prohibited.

Watanabe Toru paid the fare and climbed the hill alone with an umbrella.

Up the slope, I saw the deep courtyard of Jiuzhao's house, with majestic walls and green branches and leaves in the courtyard walls.

There were many cars parked at the front entrance, and many people wearing black suits and plain kimonos entered the house.

Watanabe Tsuku walked over and the people hurriedly greeted him.

When I got inside, Tsubasa Watanabe did not go to the lobby and ran to Miki Kujo first.

She slept here last night and must have not gotten up. Every time he came here, he must have been asked to change into a kimono and what he wanted to wear today, probably already hung on the kimono shelf.

When he pushed the door into the bedroom, there was no one, Watanabe Tsuku was a little surprised.

But on the kimono shelf, there was indeed a kimono prepared for him.

Just as I was taking off my clothes and getting ready to change, the door opened.

"You scared me!" Shiro Watanabe took off his pants that he had put on again.

"I'm so afraid of me, what did I do to be sorry for me?" Miki Kyujo closed the door and walked over.

"My body belongs to Miki, of course I have to protect it." Toru Watanabe took off his kimono and put it on one by one.

"It sounds nice." Miki Kyuki wore his bracelet around his waist and tied his belt.

After putting it on, Tsushi Watanabe noticed that this one also had nine family emblems.

"This is?"

"From now on, you will be a member of my Kujo family." Miki Kyujo helped him tidy up his robe collar and Kurohaori, "Let's go, baby."

"Wearing a kimono shouldn't be called a prince?" Watanabe Tsuki hugged Miki Kyujo who turned around and was about to go out.

"let go!"

"Your black kimono looks so good."

Miki Kyujo patted his hand that reached into the front: "Don't mess it up!"

"Why use the last position?"

"Today is the death anniversary!"

"oh."

"Listen to me!"

Toru Watanabe originally wanted to fight quickly, but Miki Kujo was playing and simply let go.

After the two of them took a shower, put on their kimono again, they slowly arrived at the Buddhist temple, which was already past ten o'clock in the morning.

The private Buddhist temple of Jiuzhaojia is as big as a tourist attraction, magnificent and magnificent.

The sandalwood was swaying, the sound of wooden fishes one after another, and the sound of more than a dozen monks chanting in unison.

In front of the Buddhist temple, most of the Jiuzhao family who had met during the Chinese New Year sat there.

Watanabe Tsubaki followed Miki Kujo to the front and knelt beside Mrs. Kujo.

"Good morning, sir." Toru Watanabe bowed his head to greet her.

Mrs. Kujo opened her eyes slowly, glanced at him, and nodded slightly.

At this time, she was completely different from the one who drove, wore jeans and a baseball uniform. She had the same beautiful face, but she gave people the feeling of two people.

The ritual officially started at 11 o'clock and lasted all day. It was time for supper that Toru Watanabe had time to rest.

"I'll continue tonight." said Miki Kujo in the bedroom.

"I still have to kneel?" Watanabe Tsuku said in surprise, "I haven't kneeled for so long in my life!"

"As soon as possible, you will have to kneel for a long time in your next life." Miki Kujo leaned against the elbow table, looking tired.

"I'll give you a massage." As long as Miki Kyujo nodded, Tsushi Watanabe immediately exchanged for this [massage] skill.

Because of the previous "massage" practice, Miki Kujo, who was obviously misunderstood, waved her hand: "Don't bother me, go out for a walk by yourself, I'll sleep for a while."

"I'm serious."

Miki Kyujo didn't speak, closed her eyes and prepared to go to bed, and Toru Watanabe had to go out.

The plum rain outside was still falling, and compared to when I came in the morning, it did not get bigger or smaller.

Nature is so amazing that it can control the rainfall for such a long time. Tsukura Watanabe stood under the eaves of the corridor in front of Miki Kyujo's door. Because he was doing nothing, he began to think randomly.

"Young Master, Watanabe!"

Toru Watanabe retracted his gaze and looked at the source of the voice: "Uncle Shinsuke."

The name of the other party is not how close the two are, just like what Kiyono Rin said during a family trip: "The Kujo family is all Jiujo, and you don't know who you don't call a name."

Kujo Shinsuke was also wearing a kimono and was quite stylish, but it was far from what Toru Watanabe, who "everything suited him".

"Thank you for your hard work today!" said Nobusuke Kujo.

"where."

"It's still an hour before the beginning. Do you want to go out and get some breath?"
To be continued...