I'm Not a Detective

According to national regulations, weather stations in various capitals, provinces, prefectures, counties, and cities in Japan will detect plum blossoms, apricot blossoms, cherry blossoms, etc., and red leaves of maples, ginkgo, etc., and orioles, tits, etc. We conduct long-term "biological seasonal observations" on the day when the birds chirp, and then collect the data to the Japan Meteorological Service. The Meteorological Service then connects the places with flowers, red leaves, and bird songs on the same day into a line on the map to unify them. Published as "XX Frontline".

This kind of activity began in 1925 and has a history of nearly 70 years in Japan. Among them, the "Sakura Front" that attracts the most attention from the public is actively reported by newspapers and TV stations every year. Starting in Okinawa in mid-to-late January, It starts in the Kanto region in late March, the Tohoku region in early April, and ends in northern Hokkaido in early to mid-May.

Today is the day when the "Sakura Front" arrives in Hirano, which is also the "flower viewing day" of Hirano's cherry blossoms. It means that although spring is not too late, it has finally arrived slowly.

But spring is the best time to sleep, and it is the best time of the year to sleep in. When Qingjian Liuli's alarm clock rang, her genius was bright. She hummed and twisted on the bed for a while without even thinking about it. She almost fell asleep again, but in the end she decided to Da Yili rolled out of bed and sat on the floor in a daze for a while before he finally woke up.

Four pounds of fat in half a month is nearly 100 pounds in a year. It is impossible to be fat to death. Her ideal is to become a smart and elegant woman like Miss Liuli Moss. Before that, she must be like a Tibetan fox. A cute and beautiful girl will never accept being a Liuli Qiu, so since she can't keep her mouth shut, she has no choice but to work hard.

She yawned and put on her sportswear, tied up a sandbag, tied up her hair randomly, and went out for a run. She jogged three times around the town area. After sweating on her forehead, she returned to her backyard and started practicing in the morning sun. Tang Shou kumite, put on iron clogs and repeatedly practiced kicking, and finally fell down on the backyard corridor and stopped moving.

It’s over. I haven’t exercised so much in more than a year. I feel sore and numb after training. I paid a heavy price for chewing a few pig trotters.

Qingmi Xiangzi stretched out her head and took a look at her. Seeing that she was still breathing, she ignored her and went to make breakfast. When breakfast was ready, she went to the bathroom to drag her out, help her put on beautiful clothes and comb her hair - —Although Xiaowen Wufu is a daily Wufu, it is still difficult for a novice like Qingjian Liuli to put it on by herself, and someone must help.

When everything was ready, Qingmi Xiangzi took her little daughter, who was noisy and wanted beautiful clothes, and left. She asked her eldest daughter to go find Takeshi Nanabahara when the time was almost up, and the young man went to play by himself.

Qingjian Liuli languished at home until about nine o'clock before she felt a little better, but her legs were still as weak as noodles. At this time, there were more pedestrians on the street, and they were all interested in going out together, so she went out to find Takeshi Nanabahara. .

She yelled for Takeshi Nanahara from the first floor for a long time before she came down. When she came down, she said with a dark face and angrily: "What are you crazy about so early in the morning?"

Qingjian Ruri was also very dissatisfied: "Didn't we agree to go to the Hanamihi Festival together? Why did you get up so late? And are you deaf? I've been yelling at you for a long time!"

Takeshi Nanahara realized that he had said last night that they would go shopping together today, but he had slept so soundly in his special bed - equivalent to a soundproof coffin - that he had forgotten about it.

Realizing that he was wrong, he immediately smiled like a gray wolf, as if nothing happened just now, and said softly: "No wonder you are dressed so beautifully today."

Qingjian Liuli is indeed very beautiful today. The overall green and blue patterned Wufu makes her look very delicate and gentle, but the finely chopped peony buds on it can make people's eyes brighter, and she looks a little lively. The hair is simply rolled up, revealing a slender and fair neck. The hair hangs down around the ears to modify the face shape, which can give +2 to 90 points of appearance. A small silk peony is inserted diagonally in the bun as the finishing touch. , almost perfect.

Especially when she was suddenly praised, her face was slightly red and her head was lowered, which really felt like what Xu Zhimo said - the most tenderness of her lowered head was like the shyness of a water lotus that cannot bear the cool breeze.

Qingmi Ruri was indeed very happy. This outfit was very troublesome to put on. It took almost an hour to comb her hair and change clothes. But if even a super picky guy like Takeshi Nanahara can praise her beauty, then she must be really beautiful. Finally, so much time was not wasted.

She was happy in her heart, lowering her head and pretending to be a lady, but she couldn't help but spin the little brocade-shaped handbag like a windmill. After a while, she found that Takeshi Nanahara had stopped moving after he praised her. When she looked up, she found that His eyes fell on the "little windmill", and then he realized what he was doing. He quickly closed the sleeves of his hands, only exposing his white and tender fingertips. He gently pinched the small handbag and placed it in front of his lower abdomen.

Yes, a lady should hold a small handbag like this and shouldn't swing it around.

Hum hum, this is perfect!

Takeshi Nanahara was speechless. This Tibetan fox could only be beautiful for two minutes, and the fox tail would definitely show up after two minutes. But he didn't say anything more. Anyway, he was fooled by his unreasonable thing, and went straight to wash up without eating breakfast. Then set off to visit the festival and experience folk customs.

Qingjian Liuli followed him out of the door, stepping on her wooden clogs and pointing happily into the distance: "The festival is in the park over there. There are more than two hundred cherry blossom trees there. Every year very beautiful."

Takeshi Nanahara took a look and found that most of the pedestrians on the street were heading in that direction with their families and their families. He couldn't help but become more interested: "Then let's go quickly."

He still prefers to join in the fun, so he took Qingmi Ruri and followed the crowd to this small walking park. The Spring Festival is actually a temple fair. There are already many small stalls here, and they are lined up neatly in the small square at the entrance of the park. There are rows of things to play, use and eat for people to have fun after visiting.

There is also a "performance" at one end of the square, where some older residents voluntarily perform for free. The "Spring Festival" is being held at the moment, with drums beating and chants shouted. An old man wearing a priest's costume is accompanied by two shrine maidens. Next, use the size and color of cherry blossom petals to divine whether this year will be a good year or a bad year.

There were many people gathered here, all watching with smiles on their faces, and the priest... I don’t know if he was a real priest, put the cherry blossom petals in a shallow bowl filled with water and shook it for a while, then excitedly shouted to the people around him Announce that this year is a good year, a great harvest, sows will give birth, old cows will give birth, sheep will be full of pens and rice baskets will be filled, there will be endless catches, the population will be prosperous, everything will go well, and the good cannot be better!

The acting was quite good, and he could have had chicken drumsticks for dinner. The people around him also applauded, and everyone was smiling. Qingjian Liuli was also very happy to see the small handbag, and said to Nanabahara Wure: "This year is another good year. It has been a good year for eleven consecutive years."

Takeshi Nanahara also clapped and cheered, but couldn't help but laugh: "It turns out that you fell into the river now twelve years ago."

Qing was surprised when she saw Liuli Xiaoxiao: "How do you know?"

"You are such a fun-loving person. How could you not come if you hadn't fallen into the water and become ill and couldn't get out?" Takeshi Nanabahara said with a smile, "You obviously didn't watch the Spring Festival twelve years ago. How could such a performance predict the famine? It must be a good show, and it must be very rich, so even if it lasts for fifty years, it will continue to be good for fifty years, and there will be no interruption in the middle.”

It seemed to make sense, but Qing Jian Liuli was not convinced: "This is folk custom. If it is said to be a good year every year, then what is the point of holding such an event? Are you just looking for psychological comfort? You must make a judgment before you can draw a conclusion. Yes There is a possibility of divination in famine years, but how can it be the same for fifty years?"

At this time, the divination activities have ended, and the Kagura dance has been replaced. The local residents have begun to flatter the ghosts and gods again, paying special protection fees, hoping that the ghosts and gods can continue to take care of them this year.

Takeshi Nanahara took her to see the cherry blossoms and said with a smile: "It was meaningful in ancient times. Through the early and late blooming of the cherry blossoms and the symbols of the flowers, experienced old people can roughly guess the length of summer and short summer and the rain conditions of that year, and they can naturally divine it. There is a certain degree of accuracy and practicality in determining whether there will be a good harvest or whether to prepare for drought in advance. However, in modern times, there are weather stations, and next year’s weather conditions can be predicted, and everyone knows it, so this kind of activity can only be about good luck. If you are crazy, you will lose your happiness."

Qing Jian Liuli suddenly realized, no wonder the Spring Festival is the same every year, almost transformed into a garden party. It turns out that it has been eliminated by scientific development, everyone is engaged in formalism, and they just coax themselves to have fun.

But it didn’t matter, as long as it was fun, her interest did not diminish at all, and she accompanied Takeshi Nanabahara to the Sakura Avenue to see the cherry blossoms - the Sakura Avenue in this park only consists of more than 200 cherry blossom trees, and it cannot be compared to places like Tokyo. Thousands of trees, thousands of trees, but still very beautiful.

Moreover, both sides of the avenue are full of mountain cherry blossoms. They have the same varieties and the same flowering period. They are all in full bloom at this moment. It can be said that you can't see the end at a glance. The pure white and micro-pink cherry blossoms are all very spectacular. Occasionally, they are caressed by the breeze. Then, a few scattered cherry blossom petals drifted down sadly, adding some romance and sadness.

"So beautiful..." Qingjian Liuli girl had a heart attack. As soon as she reached the cherry blossom avenue, she started looking at the cherry blossom trees in a daze.

"It's really good." Takeshi Nanahara thinks it's OK. Japan is obsessed with cherry blossoms and has indeed put a lot of effort into cultivating cherry blossoms and building cherry blossom attractions. This kind of cherry blossom avenue can be considered a small wonder.

They watched from a distance for a while and felt good. They walked through the cherry blossom avenue together again. Qingmi Liuli also picked up a few first-year cherry blossom petals and put them in a small handbag, planning to make a bookmark as a souvenir later. But at this moment, in the park There are more and more people, and many people come early with their families to occupy space for picnics. There are also "cherry blossom viewing parties" organized by some companies to sing poems and drink wine with mindfulness. It is very speechless - these people have just arrived at ten o'clock in the morning. If you drink it, it’s probably a team-building experience in the 1990s.

Qingmi Ruri chatted with Nanabaru Takeshi along the way. After passing through the neat cherry blossom avenue, they began to discuss the varieties of scattered cherry blossom trees on the roadside, which flowering period is the most beautiful, which kind of leaves can be pickled to make cherry cakes, and which kind of cherry blossoms can be used. After eating, we quickly walked around and arrived near the entrance of the park.

At this time, she was a little hungry. She saw a small stall selling soba noodles and asked Nanabahara Takeshi: "Do you want to eat?"

She had "holiday money" today, and her mother gave her extra pocket money, which she put in her little handbag. She was not stingy, and was willing to take it out to treat her friends to food. Takeshi Nanahara carefully observed that At the small stall, I found that Obasan who was frying noodles on the iron plate was quite a clean person. The ingredients in the stall were also okay, so you can try it.

There were a lot of people at the moment and they needed to queue up, but they were not in a hurry. Qingmi Ruri was telling some interesting things about her childhood, and Takeshi Nanabahara kept teasing her. When they were almost in line, a little girl in her early ten years in front finished her shopping. For soba noodles, I took out a 5,000 yen bill and paid the bill - ordinary soba noodles only cost 260 yen per serving.

Obasan didn't care, just thinking that the child had no change, and quickly gave her change even though she was very busy, but as soon as she found a large amount of change and put it on the stall cart, the little girl touched her pocket and found the change. He smiled and quickly paid for the soba noodles, then hesitated and pushed back a large handful of change and five thousand yen, and asked obediently: "Can you change them all into thousand yen change for me? I'll see you later." I may have to buy a lot of little dolls..."

"Of course." Obasan seemed to be very talkative and gentle. He immediately took out ten thousand yen bills and handed them to her so that she could continue shopping during the trip, and also told her to pay attention to her safety.

"Thank you!" The little girl bowed obediently after taking it, turned around and left, but she turned a little too hastily and accidentally bumped into Qingjian Ruri.

Qin Yuanwu quickly reached out to help him and said with a smile: "Be careful."

"Thank you, big brother." The little girl was really well-behaved. She immediately raised her head and gave her a big smile. She also apologized obediently to Qingjian Ruri, and then she blended into the crowd and disappeared.

This little episode didn’t attract anyone’s attention, and Qingmi Ruri didn’t take it seriously. She praised a few words, “This kid is so cute,” and then directly said to Obasan, “We want two portions of eggs with buckwheat... Well, One portion of egg-topped buckwheat noodles, one portion of stir-fried soba noodles, more bean sprouts... No, don’t have too many bean sprouts, please."

As she spoke, she took out her small handbag, but she didn't come up with the money after taking it twice. Her mother had obviously put three thousand yen in it before, and she had seen it when she put the cherry blossom petals before. Why did it suddenly disappear? Already?

She was rummaging around among paper towels, small mirrors, hairbands and other miscellaneous items, but Takeshi Nanahara pushed her aside with his butt, took out a huge black wallet, which was filled with money in a mess, and said with a generous smile: " Stop digging in your little pockets, come out to play today and I’ll treat you, and all the expenses will be mine!”

As he spoke, he bent down, picked up a five thousand yen note from the ground and handed it to Obasan, who was selling fried noodles, and said with a smile: "You just dropped the five thousand yen, be careful not to lose it." ”