[Comprehensive] Bai picked up a father

As the night darkened, Uncle Matsudaira sent someone to escort the general back to his residence. Although the situation continued during the whole process, according to Kondo's later report, Tokugawa Momo seemed to have enjoyed himself, and he especially thanked the tour guide Twelve Hime Sakata.

With this feedback, it means that Twelve's bonus has been obtained.

Unexpectedly, when Yinshi and the others wanted to call Shang Twelve back to the Wanshiwu, they found that the latter disappeared inexplicably.

The festival is not over yet, the street is full of people coming and going, where can I find the figure of my own bear child.

"Could it be that the twelfth sister was taken away by the idiot Mr. Gui?"

"Then we really should light the candle for Gui, he will be punished to death."

"Maybe I went to the small building in the suburbs to find Mr. Abe and the others."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, she has always valued sex over friends, let alone father."

"Ayin, your tone sounds like a resentful woman..."

The three of them didn't know that the twelve girls had already crossed the street and headed to the river by themselves.

The evening breeze is cool, and the lights are shining brightly on the sparkling water. Above the head, there are bright and dark stars dotted with a new moon, which seems real and unreal, making people feel like they are in a dream.

She stopped suddenly, stopped to listen, and saw faint bursts of music coming from a painting boat moored on the river bank. The tune came from the long song shamisen. Feelings, inexplicably evoked many past events hidden in the heart of the heart.

In such a lively environment, for some reason, only this piece of music came to my ears very clearly.

It was a rare time for literature and art, so she moved her mind slightly, so she rented a small boat and rowed in the direction of the painting boat alone.

The closer to the center of the river, the wider the field of vision. She slowly moved closer to the side of the ship from the stern. Looking at the large scale and exquisite design, she couldn't help sighing secretly that the owner of the ship had a tendency to take the ship as his own.

How luxurious it feels to be away from the hustle and bustle of the floating world. Nowadays, people with such literary and artistic sentiments are really rare.

She put down the wooden oar, sat on the eaves of the boat and looked at the sky for a while, then squinted her eyes and sang lazily:

"The warmth and coldness of the world return to dusty dreams, and the world's withered glory pays for water retting. The most amorous night comes to the moon, and autumn is not the only autumn in this body."

The song stopped abruptly.

As if in response to her, after a while, a deep male voice was heard saying: "Good poetry."

It turned out that the two were already close at hand.

"Yeah... I don't have that good literary talent, I just copied the ancients, and I just happened to match your tunes."

The boat was fluttering, and when Twelve finally saw the man's appearance clearly, he still couldn't help being startled.

The heart seemed to miss a beat.

It was a young man in his twenties, wearing a purple kimono embroidered with gold and butterflies, and holding an ivory pick with shamisen in his hand. His eyes were charming and lazy, and he was staring at her thoughtfully.

"I thought that on the night of the festival, Princess Kaguya would descend on the river."

"I'm so sorry for disillusioning you." Twelve's expression returned to normal, and he casually smiled, "You can wait a little longer, maybe Kaguya Ji thought of your sincerity and suddenly appeared one day. "

"Interesting remarks, so you came here on purpose, just to insinuate my insincerity?"

"I've said it before, I like your piece." Twelve didn't notice anything, and didn't wait for the other party's invitation, he jumped up and landed lightly on the deck in front of him, "Otherwise, why bother to find it? Can you play it again?" one more time?"

The girl's jade-colored kimono was covered with cherry blossoms, and her eyes were shining like stars. The man stared at her for a moment and raised his eyebrows slightly: "You ordered me?"

"Yeah... why are you so unfriendly? You have to be more polite when you meet a bosom friend by chance."

This kind of words was inexplicably ruffian to her, and it didn't sound like a discussion at all.

"Being introduced as a confidant by a wild girl of unknown origin is not something to be happy about."

Twelve snorted softly: "I'll say it casually, and you can just listen to it casually. I think my good buddy can play the shamisen back then, and he can play it better than you. It's right that I miss my old friend."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly heard hurried footsteps coming from the depths of the cabin, but she hesitated for a moment, gave the man a warning look, then jumped back to her own boat nimbly, lying on the bottom of the boat to peep out.

The person who came was a blonde mature woman in a sexy dress. She looked around suspiciously at first, and obviously heard the previous movement, but after all, she didn't get to the root cause: "... Huh? Isn't Mr. Jinzhu talking to others? "

Undoubtedly, the Jinsuke-sama she was talking about was naturally Shinsuke Takasugi, the captain of the Ghost Squad, who was known as the most radical and dangerous man among the barbarians.

However, Twelve didn't know each other. No matter how clever she was, she would never have imagined that this man was inextricably linked with Yin Shi and Gui Zeng.

Takasugi said calmly: "There are other cruise ships on the river, maybe you heard it wrong."

"That's right, it's too noisy here. If Mr. Jinzhu doesn't like it, we will stay away from the river in the future." Lai Daoyouzi respectfully put the fruit and snacks in his hand in front of him, and accidentally noticed it when he glanced over. The boat next to it, "Eh? Whose boat doesn't have an owner?"

"It comes with the waves, don't bother."

"Will stopping here hinder Lord Jinzhu's eyes..."

"If you don't go there again, Wushi and Wanqi will complain again."

Lai Dao replied obediently, and complained with some dissatisfaction: "Mr. Wushi is cosplaying you again, no matter how many times you beat him, it doesn't work. Mr. Wan Qi always listens to the song and does nothing. Sooner or later, I will That lolicon has been dealt with..." While thinking about it, he walked away.

Twelve rubbed his sore lower back, sighed and got up, and was about to jump back to the boat, but was stopped by Gao Shan, who awkwardly kicked on the side of the boat to keep his balance, and kept urging: "What are you doing?" What about the illness? I fell into the water and you washed the clothes? This kimono is very expensive!"

Gao Shan sneered: "Just now you were hiding from others, but now you dare to shout?"

"Yeah... haven't you heard of a real person who doesn't show his face? I'm just here to listen to a song. Do I have to say hello to each of your subordinates, Mr. Jinzhu?" She emphasized the title, and then pushed away His hand jumped aside, "And since you don't want to, why are you hiding it for me? You say you don't want your body, but you are honest...Hey, do you want this snack? If you don't want it, I'll eat it for you."

It's like a little hooligan who enters the room, eats and takes, and puts on the posture of "I will not leave if you don't play a tune".

"The good moon-watching time is ruined by uninvited guests, it really makes people have a strong desire to destroy." Gao Shan watched her quickly eat up the whole plate of dim sum, and then started to attack the oranges. He was silent for a long time and his eyes dimmed, not because he was worried about her It’s her good appetite, but the aura of deja vu on her body, “I don’t want to expose you, I just want to know what kind of guy he is, who insists on pretending to be stupid even though he has murderous intentions in his heart.”

Twelve Wonders said: "This was originally a romantic encounter, big brother! Please don't say it as if I have bad intentions, okay? I can't afford something like killing intent, and besides, my iq170 is considered a talent, I have never Prepare to hide the truth!"

"It's not about killing me."

"Yeah...don't say something specious to the innocent girl, can't you be straightforward?"

Gao Shan suddenly laughed out loud, his voice suddenly changed into a ghostly animal, and he heard chills all over his body: "I, I have always been keen on the perception of evil aura, whoever lives in his heart is a restless beast, he must escape. But my eyes."

"..."

"However, I rarely see beasts that like to listen to shamisen."

People who are unwilling to succumb to reality and desire to wreak havoc in blood generally have the instinct to recognize the same kind.

While Twelve was surprised by his extraordinary insight, he also silently labeled him as a serious second grader in his heart.

If I had known that he was a second-year child in the cloak of a literary youth, I would not have deliberately boarded the boat to hook up, it was so annoying.

These days, if you want to play love at first sight, there is no suitable partner.

"Don't worry, even if I'm a beast, I won't bother to bite you. Are you going to play it or not? If not, I'm leaving!"

Gao Shan laughed more and more recklessly: "Is this where you are allowed to come and go as you please?"

"Do you want to fight?!"

"That would be a waste of the beautiful moonlight tonight." He changed the subject, and leisurely raised his hand to motion for her to sit opposite, "Sing me that poem just now again, in exchange."

"...Yeah, if you dare to play, I dare to sing!"

The most amorous night comes to the moon, but autumn is not the only autumn.

The Chinese poem written by Shin Takasugi was read to her in the nineteenth year of the year, and it was also on a clear night. Now things are different, and the state of mind is completely different.

... The thought of trying to strike up a conversation with something from the Nineteenth Sect made me feel a little guilty——Twelve realized that his skin seemed to be getting thinner recently.

But that doesn't mean she's getting cold feet.

The corners of Takasugi's lips curled up wildly, and he lowered his eyes to stabilize the shamisen again, skillfully plucked the strings one by one, and the Lingling tune played again, as if he was telling a long and distant story.

Time seemed to be extended as a static scale, until the end of the song, Twelve put away the pen he was carrying with him, let go of his fingers, and let the drawing paper float in his direction with the wind of the river.

"Thank you for giving me a good experience tonight, Mr. Jinzhu." She waved her hands gracefully, her clothes fluttering, and soon disappeared from his sight with the boat on her back. I can see you again, and your secondary symptoms have eased a little, so please be prepared to be pursued by me!"

The subtext is that she has fallen in love with him.

So straightforward that it makes the world pale.

Takasugi looked down at the drawing paper, and saw that it was his own appearance when he was plucking the shamisen. From the facial features to the clothes, even the charm of the person in the painting was the same as him, so you can tell that the author's skill is very strong.

The inscription is clearly marked in the lower right corner, and the surname is also hidden. There are only three short characters, and the handwriting is elegant and elegant.

Twelve Ji.