Disqualification

Houses in Kyoto are completely different from those in Tokyo. They are old buildings with dry landscape gardens.

Butterfly endured fidgeting in the tea room. She had never met Dazai before, so naturally she could not trust him at all. She was willing to accept Dazai's help, but it was because of his relationship with other members of the Demon Slayer Squad.

[What should I do next?Should I sneak into Hualiu Street first, or collect other information? ] She planned in her heart, [the hidden person did not send any more news, so far only know that there are missing people and broken bodies in Hualiu Street. ]

She bit her thumb anxiously: [Sure enough, do you still want to sneak in? ]

She knew very well that she was a good-looking girl, her age was just right, and she had received education. If she entered Flower Street, she might be able to sell for a good price.

"I've been waiting for a long time." There was a sound of "crash la la" from the right, and the paper door was pulled open. Dazai, who is suitable for wearing western clothes, changed into a kimono, and Tomioka Yoshiyuki did the same, and the clothes of the Demon Slayer Squad were changed , with a knife on his waist, I don’t know if it’s for camouflage or something, the scabbard is wrapped with a thick bandage, in short, he can’t see the appearance of the sun wheel knife, but looks like the young master of the old school samurai family.

Dazai sat in front of Butterfly Shinobi: "After thinking about it, for a girl like a flower bone, sneaking into Huajie is still too humiliating, especially Shinobu, you are not too old, so you are really not suitable for this kind of task."

[So frivolous! ] She couldn't help complaining, [And we just met, so we called Xiao Ren? ]

"If you're just sneaking into Hualiu Street, you can wear men's clothes." Dazai said, "It's not that no one will recognize you as a woman, but for my sake, no one will correct you. It is also something I can do for the younger generations in the family to come out to see the world."

[How out of tune? ]

She confirmed: "Put on men's clothes, can you also inquire about information on Hualiu Street?"

"It's up to you how much you can find out, I can just bring you in." He rarely spoke the truth, "But volunteering is useless, if you really want to find out, Xiaoren's words are the main force."

Yoshiyuki Tomioka:?

……

[The touch of the western clothes is completely different from that of the team uniforms. Butterfly Shinobi's frame is too small, and ordinary men's kimonos can't hold up, but there are many slender and beautiful boys among foreigners. She barely wears a boy's ready-made clothes, and she wears a haori on the outside of the foreign clothes, and the shirt button is honestly buttoned to the top. , it can be said that he is a sick and weak son from a distance.

"I heard that the children of Gongqing's family will wear this dress now, and the children of those families are not in good health, Shinobu, you dress up quite well." Dazai got a pair of folding fans from nowhere, and tapped on the palm of his left hand .

"Let's just ask." Butterfly Shinobu didn't like Dazai, a flirtatious man who smiled at Mimi, "Mr. Tsushima, what do you do, since you entered Hualiu Street as your relative, you will inevitably be asked similar questions .”

"Professional?" Dazai smiled, "It's just a checkered one."

……

The daytime on Hualu Street begins in the evening. From a long time ago, Japanese men have had the habit of whoring/prostitutes. Ordinary men will even ask their wives after work, asking her whether it is better to go to drink at night or go to Flower Street is good for prostitutes.

In the Taisho era when the country entered a period of rapid development, Kyoto is still the place that retains the most Japanese style. As the former capital of the emperor, there are low wooden buildings everywhere, and there is not even a modern small building made of concrete. .

"Where is... Yoshihara?"

Fiery red lanterns are hung on the willow branches and the eaves of the two-story building. Without the light, if there are too many candles, it will gather into another day. Two rows of buildings are separated by a narrow entrance, separated from the left and right. Plant willows.

"Xin Shinobu learned Chinese characters, right?"

"Ah...ah."

"Planting willows is a tradition in Yoshiwara. In ancient China, there was an allusion of breaking willows to see off, so willow was given the meaning of seeing off. In addition, willow and stay are homophonic." He pointed to the small slope behind the willow tree, "Behind Changbanpo Kind of broken willow, they just want their guests to look back a couple of times before they leave, and it’s best to stay on the street.”

"..."

"But in the final analysis, it also means a long time ago. As for whether the women in Huajie think so, no one knows."

A large number of men walked forward at the same level as Dazai and the others. Yoshiwara’s day had just begun, and they were not yet tired. There was a disgusting covetousness on their faces. Butterfly could not bear to look at them, except that they were unhappy. , she suddenly felt that Osamu Dazai's frivolity was tolerable, at least much better than these people.

Women in kimonos sit behind the grid on the first and second floors, waiting for customers to come to pick them up like goods. The proprietresses of some shops stand at the door to greet them. Among the many men who show their breasts and breasts and show ugly appearances, Dazai and the others are really conspicuous. After a few more glances, the proprietress shouted loudly: "Isn't this Mr. Tsushima?!"

"Long time no see." He greeted the elderly woman as if no one was there.

"I haven't seen Mr. Tsushima for about half a year. How is your article going?"

"I'm ashamed to say that I've only started writing halfway, and I haven't finished it yet." He said, "But that's not the case with literati writing. They can be completed immediately when they have inspiration. The delay in writing is just a little inspiration, so I can only come and write." Look at the beautiful lady." He lowered his voice, "But I heard that the streets are not very peaceful these days, not only many people fled, but also some people died in the corner of Huajie, and the death conditions were quite miserable, is this true?"

[Hey, that's okay too? ] Butterfly kept pricking up his ears to listen to them, and was really surprised by Dazai's straightforward approach.

[No, it should be said that only regular customers can inquire freely. If only we ask, I am afraid no one will pay attention. ]

"This..." The proprietress looked embarrassed, she looked around and said softly, "It's okay to escape, this is the number of people who escaped in the past, but the number of people who died recently is really not right, there are women and some who died. Men, there are a lot of men, and they all look miserable, either missing a head or a broken arm, I'm afraid they will do this out of hatred."

"Some people also say that there are ghosts that eat people sneaking into the streets, but who knows the truth."

During the gap between the conversations, there was a strange noise not far away. The male guests who were leisurely admiring the women in their clogs heard the sound, and all of them became energetic and stepped forward.

Butterfly Shinobu and Tomioka Yoshiyuki heard the voice but didn't pay much attention to it. They also hoped to get more information from the proprietress.

Osamu Dazai didn't intend to ask further, he was like the kindest elder, and asked the two children behind him: "Would you like to take a look, it's Yoshiwara Shengjing Oiran Road."

[No, who cares about that. ]

The proprietress changed her face in the next second, the oiran hadn't shown her face, but from the fork in the road where they were, she could see the leading bald. There were only a few families in this huge Yoshihara that could support the oiran, just by looking at the bald figure. Identify which one it came from.

"It's Warahime Oiran of Kyogoku House." After muttering a word in a low voice, the proprietress immediately returned to the room. Before, she cared for Dazai, but now she avoids him for fear of getting involved with him. puzzled.

"Let's go, let's go." The man also said, "I haven't seen Xiaomei's Oiran Road for a long time." He paused for a moment, and his tone was rhythmic, "No matter what the soul under the skin is, her appearance is really overwhelming Everyone."

Tomioka Yoshiyuki finally spoke. Not only was he not interested in Oiran Michichu, but he was also slightly puzzled by Osamu Dazai's behavior: "We didn't come here to see the oiran." broken.

"That's what you say." Dazai said, "But what you are doing is the infiltration mission." He raised a finger, "The so-called infiltration, the trick is to quietly blend into the environment and then steal information." He concluded , "Be like a chameleon."

"When you go to Flower Street, you have to blend in with the atmosphere of Flower Street. When you go to Tokyo, you have to adapt to the flamboyant atmosphere of Tokyo. When you go to the countryside, you have to be as simple as one with the woodcutter." Each word has a deep meaning, "A person cannot survive in a group by relying on loneliness and bravery. Only by being tactful and smart can he survive."

……

[Be tactful and smart to survive. ]

[This sentence is not the first time I say it. ]

"Huh?" The girl was already pretty young, with silver hair and glass-colored pupils. Black hair and black eyes are common in this country, but due to various reasons, occasionally some people are born with it. Different-colored hair, Xiaomei's hair was born shallow, she was spurned every day in the early years, and she was only called a monster, and her brother could only take her to hide. She was compared with Kaguya Hime and the spirits on the ground.

She looked at the man leaning on the haystack. God knows how he ended up in Huajie. When the women around saw him, they were all fascinated by his appearance. They said that he must be the son of a samurai Gongqing family. It's a pity that this son is poor and poor. In addition to writing and drawing on paper, I do nothing all day long.

If it wasn't for the prostitute Taro asking him to teach Xiaomei how to read, how could the two brothers and sisters have given him the broken eaves to shelter from the wind and rain.

"Be tactful and smart, so that you can live longer." The man's tone was light, as if wandering in the air, "Live longer, Xiaomei."

"I still want to see the grand scene in your oiran road."

A child born on Huajie will be trapped here for the rest of his life. It is best for a man to become a mistress, take over the proprietress of the house, and be the boss. The way for women is also locked. Concubine, or save enough money to become the proprietress.

[Xiaomei is so beautiful, she will definitely become the oiran! ]

Her brother thought about it, but there was only one vision.

"Oiran is not just for being beautiful." Hearing the words of the prostitute Taro, others snorted, "To be an oiran at least you have to be able to read and write. Your Xiaomei is even more vulgar than a wild girl in the country. Now that she is old, it is too late." Retrain her from scratch, at most she can be a prostitute." He showed a wretched smile, "Tell me where she is sold to, and I will definitely join her."

brush-

The hooker Taro's sickle cut off his little finger.

With people's wailing as the background sound, the prostitute Taro finally has a new wish, which is to let Xiaomei learn to read.

There is a private school on the street to train oirans and teach them the art of reading, writing and dancing, but the price is too high, even if he works around the clock for several years, he can't afford the fee for a year.

Two rows of farewell willows were planted at the door, and beyond the willows was a sparkling small river. While Taro the prostitute was thinking about it, a man was dug out from the small river. He was well-dressed and wanted to steal his clothes. He ran away, and for some reason, he had a sudden inspiration, and asked the man who obviously committed suicide by drowning: "Hey, are you literate? Can you write poetry?"

The man's hair was still wet and sticking to his cheek, he said, "I know."

The prostitute Taro nodded in satisfaction, he didn't care how pale the other person's face was, and how dark the pupils were, he said, "Alright then, teach my sister how to read." He raised his head and said, "When she can read, she will definitely become the most popular girl." Welcome Oiran."

[You are my pride, Xiaomei. ]

[You must live a life where everyone looks up to you. ]

……

[Damn it, is Dazai here?Calculating the time, he should arrive today. It's rare that I'm in the way of Huakui. Wouldn't it be a loss if he didn't see it? ] Fern Ji Oiran looks extremely gorgeous, but she is very irritable in her heart, [Idiot, idiot, idiot, why should I dress up for a human being, he is not Wu Mi! ]

All kinds of thoughts are mixed in her heart, gushing out like a spring, her mind is impetuous, the belt wrapped around her body seems to be swaying in the wind, Bald stands on her left and right, walking forward dignifiedly.

The lanterns and fire lights in the whole street seemed to be born to reflect her face.

[Very beautiful. ]

[Your oiran is very beautiful. ]

……

The prostitute Taro was suddenly awakened.

"Brother, brother, brother!" He said loudly, making him almost think that people from the ghost killing team came to the door, and Luo Ji couldn't solve it.

"what's up?"

"Hurry up and get ready." She said, "I'm going to Oiran Road."

From the very beginning, the prostitute Taro made an agreement with his sister not to miss any of her Oiran Taoist performances. I don’t remember the reason, maybe it was an agreement made before his death, just like His Excellency Yi Woza, except that he can’t speak Except for Tong Mo, everyone guessed that his not eating women was related to his life experience. Even if he lost his memory after becoming a ghost, his past obsessions would be remembered by his body. They are such creatures.

Luo Ji likes to parade in the streets, the reason is very simple, she is proud of her beauty, she longs for everyone to kneel down at her feet, and become the only sun in Huajie.

but……

[suspicious. ]

[Too suspicious! ]

My sister knows how much she likes Taro, the prostitute in the oiran road. She will spend an hour dressing up, choosing kimonos one by one, and has never gone out in a hurry.

It was as if he was in a hurry to go out to meet his lover.

Reminiscent of her dog-climbing letter, the prostitute Taro's eyes are very wise.

[I want to see who dares to seduce my sister! ]

The author has something to say:

感谢在2020-03-1012:27:44~2020-03-1111:59:02期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: lala, one chestnut in the palm of your hand;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：颜晴如雨、嘿呀50瓶；虚饰生白19瓶；憨比啥样你啥样15瓶；树10瓶；江山如画9瓶；游戏人生、千千啾5瓶；哒宰的嘴，骗人的鬼2瓶；聚星杖、燕去初心、雨、善良的良是丧尽天良的、流浪猫1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!