My girlfriend is Ying Lili

Zhai Li sat on a bench to rest, holding a sketchbook in his hands, obviously intending to draw a background picture.

Kato...I don't know when he took out his cell phone and sat next to Zakari, playing with his cell phone quietly.

Except for Hingtang Michiru, there are no other bear kids who like to run around, so don't worry about getting lost.

Kiyosuke Hashima retracted his gaze at ease, and quietly left with the senior sister.

Among them, only Kato noticed, put down his cell phone, turned his head and looked in the direction where Hashima Kiyosuke and Senpai disappeared, and the pink cheeks quietly bulged.

On the way down the mountain.

The entire mountain forest has been transformed from a verdant green to a brilliant red under the influence of autumn.

A gust of autumn breeze blows, fallen leaves are flying, and the moss-covered mountain path is scattered with broken shadows, which is quite quiet and Zen.

Kiyosuke Hashima and the senior sister stepped down, silently enjoying the rare tranquility and beauty along the way.

After going down the mountain.

The two of them took the Jiangzhi tram and swayed to the vicinity of Enkaku Temple.

"Grandma's house is in front."

The senior sister led the way, strolling along the path paved with bluestone slabs, and pointed forward: "Go to the rice cake shop in front and buy a rice cake."

Kiyosuke Hashima looked over and quickly saw a small shop on the side of the road. It looked unremarkable, but there was a long line at the door. At this moment, there are two men with white bandages on their heads. There was a lot of rice cakes, and many tourists stopped to take pictures.

Making rice cakes is one of Japan's traditional customs, but now it is rare, at least Hashima Kiyosuke has never seen it in Tokyo.

The main raw material of this gadget is glutinous rice. Put the steaming glutinous rice into a wooden container, and then one person holds a wooden pestle, and the other turns the rice cakes and beats them out like "making noodles".

The two cooperated quite tacitly, and their eyes could hardly keep up with the speed of beating... It would be better if they didn't yell'Wow' when they were making rice cakes.

Kiyosuke Hashima watched for a while and curiously said:

"This rice cake shop has a long history, right?"

"Well." The senpai pursed her beautiful lip line, and said slowly, "I heard Ashikaga Yoshimasa also had rice cakes in this store."

"Ashikaga Yoshimura..."

Kiyosuke Hashima thought for a while before remembering who the senior sister was talking about. There is no way. For foreign students who are new to Japan, they are actually very simple except for mathematics. The real headache is Japanese history. , The knowledge is super trivial, and all kinds of chaotic separatism are extremely difficult to remember.

Ashikaga Yoshima is the eighth-generation general of the Ashikaga Shogunate. He never does business. His favorite thing every day is eating, drinking and having fun. He is unknown in history, but he was born in the 15th century.

In other words, this rice cake shop has been open for nearly 600 years.

Kiyosuke Hajima took a breath and had nothing to say.

The rice cakes have been sold for the past 600 years, and the spirit of ingenuity and inheritance is terrible!

I quickly bought a piece of rice cakes, and the senior sister looked over with a smile, "Junior, do you want to eat one?"

Kiyosuke Hashima remembered the uncle who was making rice cakes, yelling, and silently said, "Don't eat, please take it away."

After buying the rice cakes, Hashima Kiyosuke and the senior sister crossed the street and soon came outside a house surrounded by bamboo fences.

"Grandma, we came to see you."

The senior sister yelled softly.

An old lady in a bathrobe was basking in the sun in the yard, with a cat and a dog lying next to her. Under the eaves were many potted chrysanthemums, blooming brilliantly in the sun. Hearing the voice of the senior sister, she looked over in surprise, Poem...Huh, who is this boy?"

Kiyosuke Hashima stepped forward two steps, bending over and saluting: "Hello grandma, I am Kiyosuke Hajima, I would like to meet you for the first time, please advise." Xiao Shi’s boyfriend?"

"No." The senpai glanced at Hashima Kiyosuke, and said if nothing had happened, "I picked it up on the road. Seeing that he was pitiful, I brought it back, just to work as a hard labor."

Picking up people on the road is illegal, so be careful to be invited to the police station for tea!

"Xiao Shi has a bad temper." The old lady pulled Hashima Kiyosuke to sit down, "Do you usually bully you?"

He often bullies people, so I won't talk about the dove occupying the magpie's nest. I will always let people serve tea, pour water, beat my shoulders and pinch the back, and often claim to be the owner!

The elder sister turned her eyes and looked over.

Kiyosuke Hashima watched his nose and heart, and answered silently:

"Senior sister is gentle and kind, never bullying the weak."

I was forced to tell lies when I saw my grandma's first face. Life is too difficult!

After talking for a while and drinking a cup of tea, the senpai soon called Hashima Kiyosuke: "Junior, come here."

The senior sister handed over a bamboo pole prop, "Pick off the persimmons from the tree. In previous years, Dad came here. This year, I just came here, so there is no need to trouble Dad.

Hey, did you really catch the strong guy and let yourself come to work!

"give it to me."

Kiyosuke Hashima took the bamboo pole and was a little bit enthusiastic. He hadn't done anything like picking persimmons for a long time.

Although there are only two trees, there are a lot of persimmons. Fortunately, the senpai did not drink tea and supervise the work, but was busy with Kiyosuke Hashima. The two worked together and quickly picked the persimmons from the tree.

It's not the end after picking it off, so many persimmons can't be piled together, they have to be dried with tools.

"Junior." Senior sister pinched her waist with her right hand, "Follow me to the attic to get things."

"Ok."

This old house is a traditional Japanese-style building with black tiles on the roof. It has two floors and a small attic at the top.

Kiyosuke Hashima followed the senior sister up to the attic, and suddenly remembered something, and asked curiously: "Senior sister was in this attic when she was a child, and was bitten by a mouse on her toe?"

The senior sister snorted: "I didn't bite, just crawled over on my feet."

"Rika tell me..."

"Junior, you know too much." The senior sister lowered her gaze and said in a faint voice, "It seems that I can only keep you in the attic forever..."

Chapter 955: Gentle and Kind Little Shiyu

Before he finished speaking, a rustling voice suddenly sounded in the dim attic.

The senpai who lowered her voice just now disguised as a witch suddenly showed her original form, and she hugged Kiyosuke Hashima's arm and said nervously, "Lady, junior, there is a mouse!"

This kind of dim attic is also a wooden house building. It's normal to have mice!

"Don't be afraid." Kiyosuke Hashima comforted, "The mouse is timid, and will only hide away when hearing people's voices, not dare to show up."

It's a pity that the mouse has become the nightmare of the elder sister, knowing that the mouse will not run out, should you be afraid or afraid, "Junior, hurry up and get things, we will go downstairs."

"Ok."

Kiyosuke Hashima agreed, and suddenly his eyes condensed, looking at the top of the senior sister's head.

"What, what's wrong?"

The senior sister asked nervously.

"There is a spider web in the hair."

Kiyosuke Hashima stretched out his right hand to help the senpai clean the cobwebs from her hair.

This thing sticks to the hair and is not easy to handle, it took Hashima a long time to get it off.

"All right."

Kiyosuke Hashima nodded in satisfaction.

The attic suddenly became quiet.

A ray of sunlight passed through the skylight and fell on the senior sister's side face. The light and shadow blended together perfectly, like a masterpiece.

Senior sister Qiao's face was slightly pale, her eyes panicked, and she bit her lower lip nervously. The expression on her face was clearly'poor, weak and helpless'.

Kiyosuke Hashima saw it in his eyes, and suddenly couldn't help but want to bully the senpai.

"Why aren't you leaving?"

The elder sister urged nervously.

Hashima Kiyosuke whispered: "Call master."

"Eh?"

The elder sister stayed for two seconds, and Liu eyebrows straightened up, "You are a junior, dare you say it!"

I am afraid of mice, but not you!

As he was about to let Hashima Kiyosuke understand what a misfortune was from his mouth, the rustling noise in the dim corners of the attic once again made the senpai weak.

"Hurry up and call the master." Kiyosuke Hashima is holding the winning ticket, and it is rare to grasp the weakness of the senior sister. It is a pity to leave like this, "Otherwise, I won't leave."

"How dare you..."

Hashima Kiyosuke stomped, and the rustling sound rang again in the corner, which shocked the senior sister.

"Hurry up." Hashima Kiyosuke said quietly, "A rabbit bites a person in a hurry. If a mouse gets anxious, it might run out."

This inference made the senior sister even more panicked, and finally turned her head, her teeth bit her pink lips lightly, and whispered: "Master...Master."

Kiyosuke Hashima just feels refreshed and makes you think about tuning/teaching others every day. Now you know what it's like to be tuned/teached by someone?

Don't forget to take a warning, don't do to others what you don't want!

"Call it again."

"Junior! You don't have to make an inch!"

"..."

Kiyosuke Hashima stomped lightly.

There was the sound of rodents running in the corner again.

"Master, master!"

Finally took the tools and walked down to the second floor from the small attic. As the light brightened, the poor, weak and helpless senior finally broke free of the fear buff, lowered her head and laughed.

"Ha ha ha ha ha……"

The terrible laughter resembling a visitor from hell echoed in the corridor, and the faint murderous aura exuded from his body was enough to scare the pupils into tears.

Fortunately, Hashima Kiyosuke had expected it, and decisively shouted:

"Grandma, why are you here?"

"Eh?"

The elder sister was startled, and hurriedly reduced her darkened eyes and murderous look, and she naturally wanted to maintain her image in front of her grandma.

The corridor is quiet and quiet.

There was no voice of the old lady at all.

The senpai realized that she had been deceived. With a glance, Kiyosuke Hashima had slipped to the top of the stairs and quickly went downstairs.

"Lady! Generation! Jun!"

...

"call……"

When he came to the courtyard, Kiyosuke Hashima was quietly relieved.

With a grandmother sitting in the courtyard, even the seniors can only bow their heads.

"Boom boom boom."

The senior sister stepped out of the house, her face had returned to normal, and she even showed a smile.

"Junior, please work harder, senior I will serve you well in the evening."

Kiyomizu Hashima watched his nose and heart, pretending not to hear, and began to string persimmons.

That's right, it's skewers.

Persimmon trees are very common here in Kamakura. There are not many persimmons picked from the two persimmon trees, and they can’t sell for a few dollars, so they usually stay for their own consumption, but this thing is inconvenient to store and can only be dried into persimmons. dry.

There are two ways to dry persimmons. One is to string persimmons. As the name suggests, the persimmons are stringed into a string with bamboo sticks, and then hung under the eaves, waiting for natural drying.

Another method is to hang the persimmons, a sun-dried method that appeared after the Meiji Restoration. The stalks of the persimmons are tied up with a string and hung in a string for drying.

Generally speaking, hanging persimmons is more convenient, but the practice of stringing persimmons is still used. The senior sister’s grandmother is quite fair. Half of the persimmons are stringed with bamboo sticks, and the other half is suspended with rope.