I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 308 Idiot
A magnificent hall, with crystal lamps.

The atmosphere was as intimate as a ball, filled with a mixture of countless high-end perfumes.

The woman holding the teacup looked calmly at the beautiful women before her, countless figures passing by in a complex and intertwined manner.

She responded calmly and gracefully to the so-called greeting.

Although she appeared quite ordinary, it didn't stop her from standing out as extraordinary in the eyes of many people here.

As a result, many men who consider themselves successful try to make themselves seem special in front of her, but without exception, her attitude does not change because of who you are.

Her presence here makes you feel the beauty of the world, and how stunning one's beauty can be.

But you won't gain any sense of accomplishment or satisfaction from her. It's also a kind of harsh and hurtful thing.

"You're something else. Everyone else is drinking alcohol, but you're just holding a teacup, trying to make yourself look superior."

Not many people dare to speak to her so bluntly, but it is precisely because such people are rare that Jun Asagiri finds this silly woman quite interesting.

"Shouldn't you be dancing with your husband right now? Why are you chatting with me?"

Looking at the familiar woman before him, it might be hard for outsiders to imagine that he would have such a special attitude towards her. After all, many in this circle believed that this noble Mrs. Saionji's background and personality were unworthy of her status.

But Jun Asagiri felt that she had an innocence that set her apart from those outside this circle.

At least talking to her is much easier than talking to many others.

Mrs. Saionji glanced at her, and although her tone was flippant and even somewhat presumptuous, there was never any real contempt or sarcasm in her eyes.

"I just couldn't learn that thing. I looked like a clown when I jumped around, so I gave up. Let him dance with whoever he wants. As long as I'm still his official wife, that's fine."

Asagiri Jun took a sip of tea lightly. "This is a bit unlike you. I remember when you were a little younger, you were so strict with people, you'd make a huge fuss over the slightest thing, wanting to create a huge scandal. How come you're so open-minded now? Has your adolescence finally passed?"

"Get lost! I've always been young, okay? My daughter is only a year older than yours. You're making it sound like I'm so much older than you. It's just that your husband died young. If he were still alive, you'd probably look much older than me now."

"Ha ha ha ha."

If an ordinary person dared to speak to her like that, they would most likely not see the sun rise the next day. But she not only didn't dislike hearing her say that, she could even laugh out loud.

Seeing Asagiri Jun's carefree smile, Lady Saionji glanced around and then silently took a step closer to her.

"It's been so many years, and you haven't even thought about finding someone else?" he said casually.

"No."

"Look at you, all alone. You always attend these kinds of events by yourself, and you don't even bother to bring an assistant. Doesn't that make you look pathetic? At times like these, all you need is a presentable man. I don't know why you have such high standards; it's like you're looking for an alien."

"Hahaha, it's not that serious. I just don't have the inclination. I'm this age now, and I can't date like I used to, or meet any so-called good men. And am I really that down on my luck? Shouldn't I be shining brightly standing here?"

Asagiri Jun smiled and asked in return.

Mrs. Saionji stared intently at the other woman, then seemed to understand what she meant. "By the way, you usually can't be bothered to come to these kinds of balls. Why are you here tonight?"

Jun Asagiri sighed, "It's all to make room for my family."

"Family? What family? Which of your relatives doesn't treat you like a plague? Would they dare to mess with you?"

"My daughter."

"Oh, that's even more wrong. Why are you making room for your daughter?"

“If I bring a man home, what am I, an old woman, supposed to do there as a third wheel? Of course, I should leave the space to the young people.”

Mrs. Saionji paused, then looked at Jun Asagiri in surprise, "That Tsukino Gen from last time?"

"correct."

"Are you really so comfortable with teenagers of this age being alone in a room together? Don't you know what happens when dry wood meets a raging fire?"

"It doesn't really matter, as long as she's happy."

Mrs. Saionji looked at the other person with a tense expression.

"Sometimes I really don't understand what you're thinking. When you returned to the Asagiri family, you kept saying it was for your daughter. You said your husband was dead, so you had to fight for her own future and give her the best possible upbringing so she wouldn't suffer any hardship. How come you're now washing your hands of this at this crucial moment? I admit that Tsukino is handsome and capable. But there are countless men like him who rise from humble beginnings to success. Aren't you afraid your daughter will suffer?"

Jun Asagiri looked at this woman who was so silly she was practically bubbling over, but she didn't feel any dislike for her at all.

On the contrary, she felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity.

After all, it seems that only people with this kind of personality around me can inspire me to open up to them.

She said it to her with a smile.

“I didn’t just sit back and do nothing; that’s how I think I’m being good to her.”

"why?"

"The reason I came back, why I fought for it, and why I made such a big fuss was because I wanted to give her the freedom to choose. For example, at this age, how should she choose her first love, and how should she bear the consequences of that relationship? I won't give her any advice based on my experience; I will only let her experience and feel it for herself."

"According to you, isn't she just like any other girl? What's the difference?"

"Isn't it good to be like any other girl? I think it's great."

"Then what were you arguing about in the first place? I just don't understand."

Mrs. Saionji seemed unable to understand this question.

Jun Asagiri smiled and curled the corners of her mouth. "Because she is a child of the Asagiri family, I have to go to this extent so that she can have a chance to be an ordinary girl. Otherwise, this family will not even give her such a chance."

In Mrs. Saionji's eyes, this woman, who had always been as beautiful as a vase, was now blossoming like a flower.

Her expression was one of childlike innocence and maternal radiance, like that of a deity.

she says.

"She'll understand later that even though I've never given her any gifts growing up, I've actually given her the best gift all along." ...

What enchanting fragrance will a rosebud carry when it finally blooms?

Gen Tsukino thought that this point would probably be fully reflected in Rin Asagiri.

The longer it takes for an iceberg to melt, the more breathtaking the scenery will be after it melts.

Especially the way she was sleeping lightly in my arms, even if she wasn't being obedient in a rational state, it was still quite satisfying to see her like that.

You could just watch her like that all night long without having to do anything else, not even reply to messages, and you could just turn off your phone.

Perhaps we won't even need a cell phone.

Gen Tsukino now understands why some people want to give up everything in the modern world and retreat to the countryside.

Because the material things around you are enough to satisfy you, you don't really want to have more contact with the fast-paced information from the outside world. While the dazzling array of information satisfies your thirst for knowledge and curiosity, it also increases unnecessary anxiety.

in other words.

This girl is someone who can satisfy herself to the point that she doesn't need any other material enjoyment.

And so it went until dawn. She slept soundly all night, nestled peacefully in his arms, while Tsukino Gen lay quietly all night.

It's not that I'm picky about beds; I've always been someone who accepts whatever comes my way, and I never considered the orphanage my home when I lived there. So, I don't really have a sense of belonging.

I've never heard of homeless people being particular about their beds.

I just don't want to sleep.

Everyone has moments of indulgence, wanting to stay up late without any other purpose, simply wanting to think about meaningless things and do meaningless things.

Then just wait until dawn.

However, this was a little different from my usual situation of staying up late alone, as there was someone else beside me.

Actually, she woke up quite punctually, not as fond of staying in bed as she remembered.

"Still not asleep?"

She slightly opened her sleepy eyes and mumbled something indistinctly.

Tsukino Gen looked at her with some surprise, "How did you know I wasn't asleep?"

Asagiri Rin turned to her side, nestled comfortably in his arms, and spoke with her eyes closed.

“You woke up several times during the night and couldn’t fall back asleep. I don’t think you’re someone who often wakes up at night. You probably just didn’t sleep.”

"Are you uncomfortable sleeping next to me?"

Gen Tsukino asked with a smile.

"You didn't even mention why you don't stay up late, but you're already concerned about me."

"Of course, I thought you would sleep soundly in my arms. Why did you wake up so many times?"

"I don't know, maybe your heart is beating too fast and making a lot of noise."

He gave a reason that wasn't really a reason.

After all, Gen Tsukino's average heart rate is actually quite low, and like his emotions, it doesn't fluctuate wildly very often, remaining at a low level. Sometimes you can't even feel the boy breathing.

For him, imitating a dead person was a very simple thing.

The young man smiled and hugged her graceful body tightly. Unexpectedly, she responded at this moment, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you."

he said softly.

But in my arms was her even softer voice, and the sweetness after sleeping with her was indescribable.

"If you don't feel comfortable sleeping at my place, you can sleep at your place next time. You won't have to stay up all night."

The boy remained silent for a long time.

Until the girl asked, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

After a long silence, Tsukino Gen said in a low voice, "Why do I feel like crying when I hear what you said?"

The girl in his arms chuckled. "What, you didn't want to cry when I said I'd give you a home last night, but now you want to cry when I say this?"

Gen Tsukino buried his face in her hair, as if he wanted to bury himself in her black hair.

He said it deeply.

"Many people in the orphanage said they wanted to take me with them, but you were willing to come with me. That's probably how it is."

The hand under the covers hesitated for a moment.

It still reached out, gently.

Gently pat his back.

Then they laughed and cursed.

"Fool."

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(End of this chapter)