The name of Japanese zheng is actually a bit inappropriate. To be precise, this is a musical instrument gradually evolved after the introduction of the Thirteen-stringed zheng in the Tang Dynasty into Japan. In essence, it should be "Tang zheng" rather than "Japanese zheng".

The biggest difference between the Japanese zheng and the modern Chinese guzheng is that the mainstream guzheng has twenty-one strings, while the Japanese zheng continues the thirteen strings of the Tang zheng.

The Guzheng is not unfamiliar with Ye Zhao, or very familiar with it, but this is the first time he has seen this Thirteen-stringed Zheng. So, despite repeated confirmation, he still hesitated to ask this question.

Fuji Aiko looked up, glanced at the Japanese zither lying quietly in the closet, and said "um" gently. Ye Zhao didn't notice that she was not in a high mood, and asked with interest: "Caizisang can still play the zither?"

"That is the relics of Sachiko's father. I don't know how to play the zither." Fuji Aiko explained in a gentle tone. "When he divorced, he left that and said 'Leave it to Sachiko as a souvenir'." At this point, she paused for a moment, "but Sachiko was not interested in learning the zither, so she had to put it away."

The unexpected answer made Ye Zhao not know how to answer the conversation. After a while, he hesitated and asked: "What kind of person is that?"

He only knew from the singular rumors that her ex-husband was two years older than her and married her when she was twenty years old. However, he divorced at the same time when Sachiko was born, and then chose to end her life on her own after the New Year.

Logically speaking, he shouldn't have asked such a question. This failed marriage is undoubtedly a scar for Fuji Ayako. However, deep in his heart, he was still full of curiosity about this man who appeared in her life early and left the stage in such a way.

Fuji Aiko did not answer immediately, but opened the box of the kimono and stretched out her finger to touch the fabric. Ye Zhao felt that the silence was not because he asked an inappropriate question, so he was just waiting quietly.

Finally, she slowly spoke, "The Japanese zither plays very well, and knows Sanmi and Shakuhachi, and doesn't like to talk much."

In this way, he is a master of musical instruments. Ye Zhao imagined the image of a gentle and handsome young man in his heart. After thinking about it, he said without any pain: "It must be a good person."

After saying this, I felt something was wrong, and I felt that this was accusing Fuji Ayako of hurting the other party.

"I am indeed a very gentle person. Even when I get angry, I don't want to lose my temper. Instead, I hide alone and wipe the instruments." Fuji Ayako thought for a while, "...I'm too gentle."

This is. Although gentleness is a good quality, if it is too gentle, it will be a disadvantage.

Moreover, it is better to quarrel and then reconcile with each other than to hide and sulk, and throw the other aside. This is more humane.

When quarreling, it seems "generous", but in another sense, it also "abandons" the other party.

"However," Ye Zhao hesitated for a moment, and said, "I think there is something similar in Caizisang's personality."

“Something similar?”

Ye Zhao said "um" and thought to himself that although that kind of thing is similar to gentleness, it is definitely not too gentle, or even more so that it is an alternative coldness.

He didn't want to say this, so he turned the topic to another place: "Ai Zisang was just twenty when he got married?"

"Almost twenty years old."

"That's about the same age as when I met Ayako-sang."

Fuji Ayako smiled, "Yes, it's almost the same."

"However, if it were other artists, they would never choose to get married on the eve of their debut, right? From this point of view, Ayaka Sang is really unique."

"Because I really liked him at that time, I thought that if I could live with him, even if I couldn't become a singer, I would stay in Akita as a housewife, take care of the children, and chat and gossip with my neighbor's wives."

After fifteen years, no matter what her attitude was when facing those things, now, when talking about her ex-husband, Fuji Ayako is calmly as if she is reading an old book.

"But I soon found that that didn't work?"

Fuji Aiko just smiled faintly and did not answer, which was completely different from the cheerful attitude he had just now. Ye Zhao didn't care about this details and sighed: "Actually, if you think about it a little, I'd a little envious of him."

"envious?"

"Yes, when he met you, you were less than twenty years old...What kind of person was Ai Zisang at the age of eighteen? Thinking of this, I was not only envious, but even a little jealous." Ye Zhao said half-jokingly.

"My eighteen years old is just a little rustic country girl. If Ye Jun saw me at that time, he would probably be disappointed."

"Maybe this is true." Ye Zhao said, "So, even if you envy, it is completely unnecessary to know the eighteen-year-old Ai Zisang. One is unrealized fantasy, but secondly, the current situation is already very good at this moment, and it's just right."

"yes."

Fuji Aiko responded, took out the kimono from the box, and looked carefully as if she wanted to observe the weaving method of the clothing.

In order to set off to see the snow the next day, before going to bed, Fuji Aiko set the alarm clock to six o'clock.

The breakfast was prepared by Aiko Fuji, tofu miso soup, the right-grilled blue and white fish, the light-tasting vegetable mixed cookies, plus vinegar-stained cucumber slices, and it was a traditional Japanese breakfast. It took a lot of effort to prepare these things. Although Ye Zhao thought it was OK to eat something casually, she was surprised not to be afraid of trouble.

After breakfast and after cleaning the dining table, Fuji Aiko went back upstairs to change her kimono.

"After that being said, can you drive in a kimono?" It was not until this time that Ye Zhao thought of this.

Fuji Aiko told him "yes" and asked again: "Mr. Ye doesn't have a driver's license?"

"No." Ye Zhao replied, "Although I thought it was almost time to stay at the driving school for two weeks, I had no time."

Fuji Aiko changed into a kimono, "Is that okay?"

"It's quite good, this color also looks good for Cai Zisang." Ye Zhao looked at her and praised.

After going downstairs, Fuji Aiko was a little inconvenient to wear a kimono. In front of the entrance hall, Ye Zhao squatted down to wear shoes for her. In modern society, when wearing a kimono, the matching of her feet was no longer limited to straw shoes or boots, but was changed appropriately with the occasion.

"It's OK." Ye Zhao stood up, clapped his hands, and looked like he was accomplished.
Chapter completed!