The life of a migrant worker

Before the banquet started, I drank in Miss Lixia's room at the time.

In fact, this is not very in line with Yoshihara's rules, but when it comes to Huajie, it is inevitable that people will think of beauties, money, transactions, and so on?

I have had countless entertainments in this flower street, and I was a regular customer of Renwu a long time ago.So, when Miss Lixia was still Furisode Shinzo, I got to know her.

Even though the owner of the house at that time was a little old and dim-sighted in middle age, just like Li Xia would not forget every guest who knew her well, the owner of the house at that time was also very professional, and he was an old acquaintance with Qian .

It is not an exaggeration to say that the most humane people in the world are young oirans in Yoshiwara. The girls here have lived in the prosperous and empty Ukiyokaku since childhood. They are well-dressed and laugh frequently. The guy who reads the words and looks will not survive at all.

Getting along with Li Xia is very comfortable, she is a gentle woman, even if we haven't seen each other for a long time, I don't have to worry that we have nothing to say between the two of us.Although I ran to her, I just wanted to find a quiet place to drink.

She is already a very beautiful woman, but Warahime of Kyogoku House is probably much more beautiful than her.

Fern Ji is self-willed and arrogant, a poppy with a strong attitude, gorgeous, gorgeous and warm, with the viciousness and innocence of a girl.Lixia is harmless and obedient. She is a blooming cherry blossom on the branch, with a traditional and quiet beauty. A slight breeze will cause the delicate petals to leave the branch, making it difficult to preserve.

But in my eyes, it is not my concern whether the oiran of the Renya or the Kyogokuya is better.

I have a weak personality and like gentle women, so I am always willing to stay by their side, even if I know their gentleness is not only for me.

Li Xia and I talked about the past when we met two or three years ago, and both of us were full of emotions for a while.

"You haven't been here for a long time. People who come to Yoshiwara to have fun are empty-hearted people. Everyone thinks that you have lived the life you want."

I avoided the important and ignored the trivial, and instead asked her: "Then what do you think?"

"You are in good spirits, much better than a few years ago." She filled my glass with wine again and smiled at me slightly, "Usually you will never be so calm Sitting here joking with me, have you encountered any happy things in the past few years?"

"As you said, I am living a very happy life. If it wasn't for a friend who invited me to drink this time, I would never have the time to come here to visit my old friend."

"Since you're here, why don't you raise your head to look at Li Xia?"

Now that she said that, I suddenly thought of joking with this oiran: "There are always things that are so beautiful in the world that people dare not look directly at them."

I stroked the outside of the wine glass with my fingers, and turned my gaze away from the lantern outside the window facing the street.I also asked Lixia to play a piece of shamisen for me.Seeing that the sky was getting dark, candles were burning in the red lanterns, and the streets outside were bustling with people, I stood up and sorted my clothes.

When passing by Li Xia, I lightly put my hand on her shoulder and shook my head to signal that she doesn't need to see me off.

"I bought you for one night, so you can call yourself sick tonight." I said, "No matter who wants to see you, don't come out."

Alcohol is not very interesting to drink alone.

If it is not drinking with the person you like, then there is not much joy in fact.

In my opinion, a little bit of drunkenness is nothing more than an excuse to embolden others, so that they can pretend to be crazy and act cheaply.

But it is not as good as the full score of drunkenness, drinking until the mind is unconscious, drinking until the drunk is muddy, drinking until the ugly, laughing and singing unscrupulously, talking nonsense, dancing and dancing, very fanatical, extremely happy.

It's a pity I can't, I'm a callous and heartless guy.If I want to make a slip of the tongue when I'm drunk and show my sincerity for others to watch, it's like a snail or a shell or something soft inside, leaving its own thick and hard shell and soaking its wounds in spicy salt water , I am afraid that he will pass away directly in a day.

If I was born a little cat, I would actually like to show my fluffy belly and let the beautiful lady rub my soft belly, and then purr leisurely from my throat.If I don't have to think about anything in my head, I would rather be held in Miss Kanae's arms forever, act like a baby to her when I am happy, and jump up to the roof when I am unhappy.

Miss Kanae gave me a little bit of hope, but this little candle burned out quickly.

——It doesn't matter, anyway, I chose to stay in the Demon Slayer Squad because I had nowhere to go.

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Although the guests entering Yoshiwara are not allowed to carry sharp weapons that can injure others, it is so easy for a person like me to secretly carry his own sword.

I didn't bring the sun blade that Steelzuka Hotaru forged for me, it was left in the room of the Butterfly House.

This vibrating knife was originally not an item used to claim the lives of others. It can be said more calmly that I will not bring it to the banquet, just to avoid any clues given to others by the unique forging technique of the swordsmith village, and to cause trouble for nothing.

As Li Xia said, I am extremely calm at the moment, just like Wubo Furui, Saigo Hoichi's greasy face full of fat is not enough to make a ripple in my heart.

"Wangyue-kun," this sweet-mouthed guy called my name, "I've been away from here for so long, shall I introduce you to some new friends?"

I had already drank a round of wine, but I was still completely sober in my heart.With the addition of the girls who accompanied the wine in the bright Japanese room, the atmosphere was lively and noisy, and even the temperature in the room rose accordingly.I raised my glass frequently to salute them, and when the wine was full, I sang the waka in "Hundred People": "[The world is really pitiful, and the world is also hateful. The world is so miserable, and my heart is full of sorrow and anger.]"

Xixiang Fengyi felt that I was doing things with the nobles, and that I was also infected with the sentimentality of cultural people. For some reason, he toasted with me and laughed together: "You seem to be quite sighing, Mr. Mochizuki."

I pretended to be a little sad and confided to him my current distress: "Yes, although I have a lord to serve wholeheartedly now, when I think back to the past, I still miss the days of having fun with my friends very much. Only now Times have changed, I wonder if they are still willing to associate with such an insignificant person like me?"

The women who accompanied the wine and the attendants retreated outside in order to avoid suspicion when we were talking, and I took the initiative to bring up old things so wittily, which is more witty than Xixiang Fengyi could have imagined.

He seemed to swallow all the words he wanted to use to threaten others, and he raised his glass with a smile and assured me: "Mr. Mochizuki is a talented young man, and we all expect to get along with people like you. Do you think so?"

I should be grateful to this guy for his self-confidence, and his slackness about his own safety. It may be that the image of me who was weak, cowardly, and muddled and I don’t know how to refuse is deeply ingrained, so that he is afraid that other people will come to share a piece of the pie, and he thinks he can handle it. I just ran right in front of me unprepared.

In fact, it is more convenient and faster to use firearms than the original cold weapons, and the physical fitness of the murderer is not so strict, but why do Japanese people have a dead-brained head?

Even if they can get firearms, they will only feel that this method is far less intuitive and scary than cold weapons, which makes people proud and show off their might.What's more, they are even willing to pay extra for premium service that goes beyond the norm.

Originally, I didn't intend to kill him so soon, but what Saigo Hokichi said was really unpleasant.

Maybe drinking too much alcohol really made this person feel a little bit flustered, or he felt that he didn't need to care about my real thoughts.

He talked about the past and the present, and everything about the Ubuyashiki family was so disgusting in his mouth.

He said: "I saw that little girl. The way you look at her is exactly the same as the girl named Yurika. Their eyes are really similar-does Mochizuki-kun like children with blue eyes very much?"

I was stunned for a while, and then I realized that Hoichi Saigo was talking about the child of Aoi Kanzaki.

He sent someone to follow me and investigate me—

Or inquire about me from insiders?

The tone of this sentence is too familiar to me, and this is exactly the sentence pattern that has made me extremely painful in countless nightmares.

But how does this guy know what happened in that izakaya back then? Hearsayers absolutely can’t make such a comparison with my eyes. He even knows exactly what Yurika looks like!

A hot current rushed to the top of my head, I stood up abruptly, and knocked Xixiang Fengyi to the ground with a punch.

He seemed to be stupefied, frightened and tried his best to calm down, and sternly yelled at me: "Mochizuki! Are you crazy! Mochizuki! How could you do this!" He grabbed the utensils around him and tried to throw them on the ground while struggling desperately. On the ground, I want to use sound to attract people from outside.

It's a pity that it's useless, a guy like him who is addicted to wine and sex, only knows to plot other people's stinky rats in the gutter in the dark, if such people can resist my power, then I might as well throw myself into the Santu River and drown as soon as possible.

Crush his fingers with your feet, grab his hair, and let his head hit the corner of the table.

I have no time to think about how to torture this disgusting and shameless person, I just want to vent my anger instinctively.

"How do you know what Yurika looks like? Didn't you just meet me after that? You threatened me with Aoi? How dare you threaten me with Aoi Kanzaki!"

His appearance is not miserable, his face and mouth are full of blood, and several front teeth are broken, which makes his ugly appearance even more ugly like a ghost, but he can't bear the pain, without the previous domineering, He cried out in distress, "Forgive me! Forgive me! Forgive me!"

"Are you also present at the banquet that day?" I took a deep breath, grabbed his neck and lifted him up from the ground, watching his face swell into purple, "It's just that I drank so much, and you You only came once, and you didn't tell me your name."

"If I forgive you, who will forgive me?"

I killed Saigo Hokichi, stuck a knife in his head and nailed it to the door of the house, just as they asked me to do to others.

The group of entourages and guards who heard the sound came late, and it was useless to face such a situation.

I glanced at them, and they avoided them in fear like the ebbing sea, not even daring to look at my face.

I went downstairs unimpeded, grabbed a cloth and wiped my bloody hands, and left alone in the silence, into the darkness of the vast night.

The pattern of the cloth reminds me of a dark colored haori that Kanae once gave me after passing the final selection.

It was an indigo-colored feather weave with water bamboo patterns on it. Ms. Kanae said that cold-colored clothes can set off the whiteness of the skin, and she almost immediately thought of me when she saw that piece of fabric.

She smiled and said, "It should be very suitable."

But I haven't worn it once.

At the beginning, I was afraid of getting dirty, but in the end, I was reluctant.