The sea does not reject small streams and can become vast waves; the mountain does not reject dust and can become the power that supports the sky.

"What's your name?" Yun Luo asked calmly. He had not yet decided whether to kill Xiang Chu Chunzi or take her back to China. To Yun Luo, the choice was in Xiang Chu Chunzi's hands.

No one likes to bring a trouble home. For Yunluo, saving Xiang Chuchunzi was just a moment of kindness. Even if he killed Xiang Chuchunzi, it was just a moment of evil. Xiang Chuchunzi's life and death were meaningless to Yunluo.

"Xiang Chuchunzi, Xiang of fragrance, Chu of the beginning of the month, Chun of purity, Zi of woman, I am eighteen years old this year." Xiang Chuchunzi's voice is pure and charming, as soft as a fox. Her palm-sized face is soft and graceful, with a charm that makes men's hearts beat fast. Xiang Chuchunzi's white and soft hands gently pinch Yun Luo's right hand, as if massaging, or as if she is acting coquettishly.

Yunluo remained silent, listening to Xiang Chujunzi's narration of her life story. Yunluo could feel that this girl, who was only a first-level beauty, had the charm of a fox girl and snake girl in the doomsday world. She had both natural charm and cultivated charm.

Xiang Chu Chunzi is actually a socialite specially trained by a big family. Xiang Chu Chunzi is the best one of this generation. She is not only delicate and charming with good temperament, but also very cultured. Because she is so outstanding, she has never been on a mission. She is excellent in academics, you know, Xiang Chu Chunzi can use her vagina to instantly squeeze a small piece of sugarcane to make the juice overflow, and then take it out and it becomes dry residue. She is so coquettish that it makes men tremble. A little cherry mouth, that is, the length of the girl's cherry lips does not exceed the Yao nose, and the black hair is draped over the shoulders, which is very in line with Yunluo's aesthetics.

Xiang Chuchunzi, who doesn't really understand men's minds, can tell what Yunluo is thinking, which makes her feel insecure. She is an illegal immigrant in Japan, and she will be penniless if she leaves Yunluo. Xiang Chuchunzi is a socialite who knows how to serve men, and she subconsciously thinks of sleeping with Yunluo in bed.

The pure and elegant scent of cherry blossoms is the result of Junko Kaname taking cherry blossom baths and taking secret medicine all year round. This is also because the national flower of Japan is the cherry blossom, which makes Junko Kaname even more charming.

Xiang Chuchunzi, who is 1.6 meters tall, is delicate and exquisite. Her feet are so slender that Yunluo can hold them with one hand, her waist is so slender that he can hold it with both hands, and her breasts are D cup, which is very pleasing to the eye. Her buttocks are round and plump like a full moon, and they are soft and elastic. Her eyes are charming and tender, and she is a pure and charming little fox. A peerless beauty that can make men fly to the sky. Xiang Chuchunzi rubbed Yunluo's arm with her soft breasts, and she tried to turn Yunluo into a big-tailed wolf with great skill. Unfortunately, Yunluo's self-control can scare three big fat pigs to death. He just enjoyed Xiang Chuchunzi's warmth and warmth, but didn't react much. He hasn't figured out how to deal with Xiang Chuchunzi yet.

Yunluo and Xiangchu Junzi came out of Chion-ji Temple. To the right was a park. From here to the streets in front of Kiyomizu Temple, women in kimonos began to appear. Judging from the cameras in their hands, they were tourists, not geishas. Once the women put on kimonos and put on wooden clogs, they could only walk in small steps, and their postures naturally became graceful.

The color and pattern of the kimono are as elegant as gouache paintings. It is ankle-length and the drum-shaped knot on the back makes the wearer's figure more correct. If you meet a woman wearing a kimono walking in the alleys, you will feel that she is a beauty without even looking at her face. There is an overall atmosphere of dignity and quietness, and outstanding temperament.

Of course, kimono also gives people a sense of ritual. Unlike ordinary wear, it is also a gorgeous posture, similar to the red pavilion in front of the temple. On ordinary days, many Japanese women will wear kimono to go out. Yun Luo is in the clear sunshine, admiring the beautiful scenery of the Japanese streets, and accompanied by soft and charming beauties, which makes me feel very comfortable.

However, even if Yunluo saw a housewife hiding in simple, plain colors at the station, traveling alone with two children, she would dress neatly and appropriately, and put on light makeup. A woman's posture more or less also explains the status of a woman in society and her outlook on life. Xiangchu Junzi looked at these with some curiosity. She had been raised in a secluded boudoir since she was a child and no one knew her. She had never left the manor.

Japanese women do not work after marriage, and it is difficult for unmarried women to get promoted at work, and they seem to have no social status. In fact, after retiring to the family, they are the real core of the family. A mother who can dress up at least shows that she has the leisure to love beauty. Controlling the financial power of a family also allows them not to have to bow their heads and please the men who make money for the sake of rouge and powder.

Yunluo heard that Japanese men's pocket money must be agreed upon before marriage and cannot be used at will. It can be seen that women's affairs are similar in different countries. Yunluo thought that Japanese women were gentle and submissive, always standing behind men as a foil, but after watching Japanese films and TV shows or books, she found that this was not always the case.

Because of beauty, many things can coexist.

For example, in the alleys of Kiyomizu Temple in the Higashiyama scenic area, the red-light districts that are considered vulgar in other countries can be separated from the sacred and solemn temple by only one street. Geisha has become a culture that requires hard work and talent to succeed. I heard that there is a road here called Hanami-koji, which Yunluo may have walked by or missed.

Xiang Chu Chunzi was gentle and quiet, she didn't say anything, she just held Yun Luo's arm obediently, with the lazy red rat Tangtang lying on her shoulders, which was the most elegant scenery in the eyes of passers-by. Xiang Chu Chunzi was pure, innocent, innocent, ignorant, charming, amorous, sexy, and a seductress.

Such a person as Xiang Chu Chunzi, who is proficient in sex and ignorant of worldly affairs, is pure and charming, and is the best.

Hanami-koji means "Flower-viewing path". The word "flower" here refers to both the shadow of cherry blossoms and the beautiful women. When the geishas, ​​who are called flowers, walk along this path, their graceful figures are admired by passers-by, which is a true appreciation of beauty. Just like the red pavilion in front of the temple, beauty is a gorgeous existence.

It was already dusk when Yunluo and Xiangchu Junzi came out of Zhionji Temple. Seeing groups of tourists walking towards the mountain, Yunluo followed them. In front of them was the graceful back of a woman in kimono, which reminded people of the graceful Kagetsu beauty.

Seeing the kimono made Yunluo feel like he was in a foreign country, didn't he? Seeing the Ao Dai girls on the streets of Saigon, the sarong men in the cars of Indonesia, and the young man in a cassock standing in front of the people giving alms in the early morning in Chiang Mai, those scenes that were caught at a casual glance but forever frozen in memory, at that time and place, were a kind of surprise and joy of encounter.

As he was walking, Yunluo heard the sound of a guitar. He followed the sound and found a park next to a shallow pond. Street performers were performing in front of the pond. There are artists from all over the world. Yunluo's impression of Japanese artists came from the portraits of people in Ukiyo-e and the street performers who traveled around in Yasunari Kawabata's works.

Of course, the artist in front of him, dressed in modern clothes and playing guitar, does not belong to this category. Yunluo stood and listened for a while and was about to leave when a man appeared next to him, pointed at Dongshan, and spoke a string of Japanese. When he suddenly saw him, Yunluo was surprised. This short and thin man looked too much like a Japanese customer, or to be more precise, younger, like his younger brother.

Yunluo heard that he was introducing the park to Yunluo, and smiled to thank him. He listened to Yunluo speaking Japanese, said a few more words, and pointed at the camera to take a photo for Yunluo. Xiang Chujunzi blinked her beautiful eyes curiously, but she exuded a charm that made men stare at her figure. She was as delicate as a naughty little fox, gently tickling your heart with her fluffy tail, making you feel itchy.

When Yunluo was just at Zhien Temple, he was still thinking that taking photos was a little troublesome, when suddenly a warm-hearted person showed up and took the initiative to take photos. The enthusiasm expressed by the smile on his face did not need to be explained in words. Xiangchu Junzi had a talent for posing for photos and had been professionally trained. She leaned against Yunluo lightly, like a couple. After taking the photo, the gentleman left.

Yunluo and Xiangchu Junzi went to Kiyomizu Temple next. It must be said that Japan is very friendly to small animals. No one said that Red Rat Tangtang was not allowed to enter the temple. Xiangchu Junzi didn't know how scary this little cute animal was. Occasionally, she smiled lightly and touched the fluffy Red Rat Tangtang with her bare hands. She liked it very much.

There is no White Snake in Kiyomizu Temple. Several black crows stand on the graceful tower. Their dense shadows make Kiyomizu Temple even more solemn at dusk. The mist and rain have just stopped. Dusk comes earlier than a sunny day. Although the sky is still bright, the yellow light of the lamp is reflected behind the paper window.

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The Buddha statue in the dim main hall sat in even deeper darkness, and its features were not very clear under the lights. As Yunluo walked slowly past, he saw a young couple in kimonos praying in front of the Buddha statue. The girl was wearing a white kimono with a light red belt, and the boy was wearing a black kimono.

This is the charm of Kyoto. It is hard to imagine that in today's ancient capital of China, even in a classical garden, people dressed in ancient costumes can look so harmonious. People would think it is cosplay and would not think it is real people.

To Yunluo, a foreigner, the girls in Kyoto wear kimonos or yukatas, and it seems as if they have always dressed like this and their gestures are natural. They have been wearing kimonos on special occasions since they were young. To them, kimonos are not just for show but ceremonial attire, and they look so beautiful, so why not do it?

Yunluo took Xiangchu Junzi to the stage suspended between the stone wall and the cliff in the backyard. There was no rosy glow in the sky of the West Mountain in the distance, but a white cloud floated leisurely above the green hills. The slender Kyoto Tower was clearly visible. The sky was too bright. Looking at Kyoto City from a high place, the modern style was suspended above the classical atmosphere.

After stepping off the stage, the sky was already dark. Yunluo listened to the gurgling sound of flowing water in the valley. A row of small stone statues on the roadside were wrapped in red cloth, simple and lovely. Yunluo looked up, and the tower of Kiyomizu Temple showed a clearer silhouette in the gradually dimming light and shadow. Xiangchu Junzi was a little afraid of the cold and leaned against Yunluo to absorb the warmth.

The light from the stone lanterns on the roadside guided Yunluo towards the exit. Although the scenery behind him made people reluctant to leave, people always have to move forward. Along the way, loneliness and happiness accompanied him.

Flowers are blooming, quietly in my heart.