I can't be the hero of a romantic light novel

In the final analysis, what is lacking is the awareness to identify with oneself.

Otherwise, why would you work so hard to get the approval of others?

However, such contradictions are a manifestation of confusion.

"Of course."

"The pursuit of beauty is human nature."

“Beautiful scenery, beautiful things, beautiful people, these are the things that give me satisfaction.”

"Then we agreed to come and see it together."

Enjoying the beautiful scenery with beautiful women is a double enjoyment for the senses.

Wuma Xingjin is beginning to look forward to the blooming season of hydrangeas.

After walking along the river bank for more than ten minutes, we came to a secluded residential area.

A low-key and beautifully decorated mansion faces the river, with a winding gravel road extending into the courtyard at the entrance.

Camellias are planted all around, and the vines growing along the walls and fences are carefully pruned, lush but not cluttered.

People passing by will think "the owner must be quite interesting".

The Arakawa family owns many properties, but the Hitachi Foundation has no interest in them. At the point where the Hitachi Foundation has reached the point where money has become a number, a number that can be manipulated at will.

There was no servant to welcome him at the door, and the empty courtyard seemed deserted, but Arakawa Kotoyuki was happier than he had ever been home before.

Before pushing the door open, Arakawa Kotoyuki put her hand on the handle and did not push it open for a long time.

"Wuma Lord..."

"what happened?"

The girl looked back, tears welling up, just like the traces left by morning dew flowing over the pink petals, I felt pity for her.

But what this beautiful face shows is not sadness, but more like relief and heartfelt joy at finally seeing the light of day.

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

"It's almost like a dream."

No matter how strong she was or how hard she worked, Arakawa Kotoyuki was still a well-fed and popular young lady two months ago.

Living together with men of the same age, in the past, Arakawa Kotoyuki would only tell the person who proposed the idea to get as far away as possible, but when he met Wuma Xingjin, he actively asked to live together.

It can only be said that fate prefers to play tricks on those who live a happy life.

Reaching out to cover the back of Arakawa Kotoyuki's hand, Wu Ma Xingjin took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to her:

"Yeah, it's like a dream."

"But it's a dream, a dream come true."

"Both you, me, and Minister Yuan Qingxue have been planning this dream for too long."

"But this is just the beginning, and we are still far from our original goal."

Arakawa Kotoyuki carefully wiped the corners of her eyes with a silk handkerchief to avoid messing up her delicate makeup.

She didn't want Wuma Xingjin's tissues. It would be very inconvenient to handle the tiny scraps of paper if they were stained with tears.

"Thank you for this time, Mr. Wuma."

It's me who should be grateful. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would still be in the shadow of the past.

Even with the company of Kobayakawa-senpai, I kept walking in place. You gave me the courage to take the first step.

Wu Ma Xingjin's smile made Arakawa Kotoyuki feel more at ease. She took a few deep breaths and regained her sunny look.

The girl smiled, like a rainbow after the rain, looking even more beautiful at the moment.

Arakawa Kotoyuki found a small mirror from her bag, made sure her eyes were no longer red, straightened her appearance, and opened the entrance door with Wuma Xingjin.

The familiar home made Arakawa Kotoyuki's eyes blurred until she saw Arakawa Miu kneeling on the ground mopping the floor with her back to them, tears welling up again.

"Mother mother!"

Chapter 129 Arakawa Kotoha’s Test

Arakawa Kotoha looks very young. When sitting side by side with Arakawa Kotoyuki, they look more like sisters than mother and daughter. The aristocratic aura they have developed over the years makes them look graceful and luxurious.

Yes, it can only be described with the word graceful and luxurious. Apart from that, Wuma Xingjin can't find any other more suitable word.

Is there anything more touching than a mother-daughter reunion?

If this was a romantic light novel, Wuma Xingjin would definitely give the author full marks.

Arakawa Kotoyuki was like a wandering warbler in her nest, caressing her mother's cheek without caring about her image.

Caressing the daughter in his arms, Arakawa Kotoha did not lecture her daughter on her rude behavior at this moment.

She also misses Arakawa Kotoyuki.

If she had not been sent to the 'safe house' by her husband, no matter how dangerous it was, she would never be separated from her daughter.

Arakawa Kotoha did not forget that there were guests. He straightened his clothes a little, put his hands in front of his lower abdomen, knelt down and bowed to Wuma Xingjin, and behaved calmly:

"You must be the Wu Ma-san mentioned by Mr. Takeda. Thank you very much for your hard work during this time.

My Qinxue has caused trouble for you,"

"Where, it's this way."

"Qin Xue has helped me a lot. Without her, I really don't know what I would do."

"Mrs. Arakawa, don't be so unfamiliar, just call me Wu Ma."

Wuma Xingjin also returned the gift.

Why is this person like this!

Really, I’m too embarrassed to see anyone.

Calling me by my name directly in front of Mother, is Wuma Jun's face made of city walls?

Arakawa Kotoyuki covered her face shyly, not daring to look directly into her mother's teasing gaze.

No, no, no, it's just a name. Normally good friends would call me that. It's nothing special.

He handed the souvenir to Arakawa Kotoha with his own hands and did not look around. Wu Ma Xingjin behaved very politely.

Along with the souvenir, there is also a poem:

"May your good deeds be preserved for thousands of years."

"Laughter is enough to entertain you, but there is no end to the joy."

This poem was written by Wu Ma Xingjin with [-]% of his effort, and it is not comparable to the perfunctory words used by judges in art awards competitions.

He solemnly took the silk cloth and unfolded it. Arakawa Kotoha's beautiful eyes flashed. Even the collection of calligraphy treasures of this level could not be compared with those of the Arakawa family.

This boy was more talented than she imagined.

With a well-mannered manner and polite conversation, Arakawa Kotoha had a good first impression of this young man.

As for the souvenirs brought by Wu Ma Xingjin, Arakawa Kotoha did not open them immediately, but found a conspicuous place to put them, saying that he valued them and planned to look at them later.

We call them by their first names. The relationship turns out to be so close.

The secret look at my Qin Xue cannot escape my eyes. This youthfulness is very much like my youthful appearance.

Hearing is better than seeing. Rather than Hisao Takeda's praise, Arakawa Kotoha prefers to judge the kind of person the boy in front of him is through his own eyes.

His words and deeds are passable, and his appearance has no flaws except that he is a little too handsome.

So what about character?

Why not just use the tea ceremony to see it.

"Please come with me."

Stepping on the wooden floor, Wuma Xingjin followed Mrs. Arakawa through the green courtyard to the small and elegant private room.

On the way, I used a long-handled ladle to scoop out a ladle of water from the water tank. After washing my hands, I slowly put it into my mouth to rinse my mouth.

Invite Wu Ma Xingjin into the tea room, light a charcoal fire, boil water and make tea. During this process, the tea leaves are finely crushed without leaving any bit on the vessel.

"Wuma-san has a very tall figure. Because of his height, we can't find a suitable kimono here."

“Sorry for the poor hospitality”

Wait for the steam to slightly lift the lid of the teapot and slightly reduce the heat of the stove.

Arakawa Kotoha serves a cup of tea to Huma Seijin. She is dignified and charming, and has the shadow of Arakawa Kotoyuki, but she is not as energetic as the latter.

Like a lady after marriage, mature and intellectual.

There is rhythm and rhythm in every move, which makes people marvel at the depth of his tea ceremony.

The same goes for the hanging flower arrangements. The delicate pink camellias add color to the quiet tea room.

Just sitting on the tatami here, Wuma Xingjin was impressed by the furnishings of this tea room.

Next to her, Arakawa Kotoyuki sat restrainedly on the left side of Wu Ma Xingjin. In this small tea room, she was teased by her mother more than once until she was out of breath.

At this moment, I seem to recall the stern look of my mother back then.

"Thank you."

He took the tea bowl with both hands respectfully, because he only understood the Japanese tea ceremony literally. In line with the principle of doing as the Romans do when in town, Wuma Xingjin did not chat and laugh with friends as he did in his hometown, but turned the tea bowl carefully. Admire the pattern on it, then taste it in small sips until you finish drinking it and return it.

"This black Oxfam has a smooth black glaze, with a hint of brown in the black, and it is full of variety. The person who fired it must have been very careful."

"Yes, this is a complete set of tea sets made by Master Xinghei. Wuma knows where it came from more than many people."

"This kind of tea set is so famous, I believe anyone who knows tea can recognize it."

"It's a prize, but there are also many people who just bury their heads in the water and don't care about these details at all."

"Then I guess that's their regret."

"You are so interesting."

"I am honored to be spoken of so highly by a beauty like you."