48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng went back and saw Xiao Shanxi squatting by the wooden pot and preparing to grab sushi.

The so-called sushi grip is the best part of sushi rice and fresh fish. One food held together is a relatively high-end eating spot. It is rumored that the 11th generation of the Shogun General Tokugawa's family is a greedy and colorful guy. His favorite concubine adoptive father is Shigemon Nakano. Because so many people want to get high officials through Shigemon, there are many more luxury shops near Shigemon's residence, and a sushi shop has opened a branch for sushi grip next to Shigemon. (But to be honest, I don't feel like I'm going anywhere, but there's a lot on the roadside stall after it spreads.)

“Dinner tonight?” Zhang Heng asked, putting the buckwheat noodles and grilled glutinous rice on the table. As for Kanto cooking, he had already eaten it on his way back.

“No, I'm going to Kiyomizu Temple tomorrow to prepare food in advance.” Xiao Shanxi replied.

Zhang Heng has also heard of the famous Qingshui Temple, located on the waist of Mount Yinyushan in eastern Kyoto. It was founded in 778 AD. It is the oldest temple in Kyoto. It has undergone several fires and reconstruction, beautiful scenery, cherry blossoms in spring, and maple leaves in autumn. It is included in the World Heritage List in future generations and has always been one of the must-visit attractions in Kyoto.

So Zhang Heng asked, "Miss Xi is going to see cherry blossoms, can I join you? ”

“Ah, sort of.” Little Sansy nodded, seemed slightly unexpected. She didn't know why she blushed a little when answering herself. She thought about it and asked, "Aren't you still going to be a translator? ”

“It's okay, employers usually wake up at noon, so if you want to stay there for a long time, I'll take a walk first. ”

“Well, well, I'll make some more sushi. ”

“Trouble.” Zhang Hengxie said.

He has been traveling with Gabrielle in Kyoto for some time now, but French businessmen usually choose places to eat, drink and play, what shrine temple he is not interested in, and Zhang Hengzheng rarely comes to Kyoto at the end of the scene, but is quite interested in seeing what the Shimizu temple looked like more than a hundred years ago. Since Little Sansy is going, take the two together.

Xiao Shanxi banged Zhang Heng's door the next morning before the sun had risen.

Zhang Heng opened the door and saw Xiao Shanxi with the lantern outside.

Because she was going to the temple, she was dressed officially today in a red, blue and yellow, white shaken sleeves and clothes with a bag strap, white pockets and grass shoes on her feet, and a food box in her other hand, filled with a well-made sushi grip.

This girl is usually in the dojo most of the time. She is dressed in practicing dresses and garments. Zhang Heng was the first time she saw such a little Shanxi. Unlike Yingwu in the past, Zhang Heng could not help but look down with a little woman's attitude.

“Why?” Xiao Shanxi seemed somewhat rushed, moving the lantern downward, trying to hide her face in the dark, planking her face, “Hurry up and pack up, soon to go. ”

“Okay, wait for me to change.” Zhang Hengdao, after turning his head and walking into the house, Xiao Shan Xi was relieved, but the next moment she saw Zhang Hengdao stop, turning back, “Well... what clothes should I change to go to the temple? ”

“Whatever, but don't bring the sword. ”

“Okay.”

Xiao Shanxi saw Zhang Heng as she promised to walk into the house, but the latter seemed to have forgotten to close the door, which made her feel like she didn't know how to be good. Although she couldn't see anything from here, she couldn't help but hear the sound of her cheeks burning and wanting to snatch the door, but worried that she would do something to make up for it.

In fact, her own psychology is a little strange, she grew up in a dojo, her mother died prematurely, besides her father, is a dojo disciple, almost all male, usually we practice knife together, even some physical contact, she doesn't feel anything wrong, but why now just stand in the yard feeling nervous.

Are you still dressed too strangely today?

But when my father was still alive, the last time they went to Kiyomizu Temple, she wore it, and it became a habit to go to Kiyomizu Temple this time of year.

This year, however, has been somewhat different, as there is another person beside her.

Zhang Heng quickly put on his clothes and washed his face with the well water in the yard, but compared to the carefully dressed little Sanxie, he looked more relaxed, really just wearing a normal set of clothes as Little Sanxie said.

“Let's go.” Little Sandy didn't say much and walked straight ahead with the lantern.

Zhang Hengzheng followed closely. Both of them were Xi Wu men. Both of them walked quickly. Shortly after, Zhang Hengzheng walked in front of the Jen Wang Gate. Zhang Hengzheng looked up at the door of the paint. The first ray of sunlight in the morning fell on the corner of the door building, adding a little sombre to it.

From here, the winding slate road stretches up to the West Gate, behind it is the triple tower and the opening of the mountain hall, through a corridor, to the most famous fresh water stage.

The big stage of fresh water is built on a cliff, standing on top of it and looking down to the mountains of wretched cherry blossoms. Zhang Heng's yard also has a cherry tree, but the cherry blossoms need to be connected in order to look better, and here you can look west to the Imperial City of Kyoto. The main hall behind you is supported by 139 giant wooden pillars, which look fantastic.

“The scenery of this place is nice,” Zhang Hengdao, “listened to the Kyoto people always talking about the cherry blossoms in the Shimizu Temple. At first sight today, it is true that the name is not false. ”

Little Sandy sounded softly, but her body still seemed a little stiff.

Her journey was annoying. When the two of them walked side by side, she always felt something was wrong. Once she accelerated her footsteps, she wondered whether Zhang Heng was staring at her behind her. When she turned her head and saw Zhang Heng enjoying the scenery on the side of the road, her heart was a little lost. The journey was almost psychotic.

Fortunately, he soon arrived at the main hall of the hall. He could say goodbye to the master of Guanyin in the hall and sort out his own confusion. Little Sansy didn't know what was going on today. He even had to put out a cultivation momentum to make the mindset a little less noisy.

When the two of them walked through the stage and followed the woodland trail down the valley, through a maple forest, they arrived at the wingspan famous for its water sounds.

Though it is referred to as "bamboo”, it is not a waterfall, but only three fine streams of water flow down the rock, and even now that the genius has just dawned, someone is already here to draw water.