Tokyo: Starting from staying at my mother's bestie's house

Tokyo: Starting from Staying at My Mother's Friend's House Author: Kyoto Beauty

With an engagement, Iinuma Isao came to Tokyo from Hokkaido to study. He thought he would meet a lady from a famous family and have an elegant love affair.

result……

"Mom, I found a girlfriend."

"Mom found it for you..."

"It's your best friend."

"...Which one?"

Iinuma Isao silently spread out his palms.

“…Iinuma Isao, do you want to piss off your mother to death?!”

Chapter 1 Mother's Girlfriend

At the end of March, the cherry blossoms are in full bloom.

Between the cherry trees on both sides of the slope, black and white curtains stretched endlessly, and a noisy Buddhist ceremony was being held at the end.

There was a smell of a funeral in the air.

The fresh fragrance of cherry blossoms, the delicate scent of incense sticks, the subtle scent of camphor attached to mourning clothes, and the damp earthy smell of early spring...all of the above smells mixed together to form a superstitious smell, which is the so-called smell of a funeral.

Iinuma Isao carried his luggage and slowly walked towards the top of the hill.

There are rows of luxurious houses on both sides of the gentle slope.

Every house is decorated very exquisitely, and it seems that the people living here are either rich or noble.

A funeral is being held in the mansion at the top of the hill, which enjoys the highest view.

Most of the people passing by were wearing black mourning clothes and had solemn expressions.

Every face seemed to look the same under the black wrapping, just like ants gathering around candy.

"What a luxurious funeral. It looks like they are from a wealthy family. How could my mother, a country woman, have a best friend from such a family..."

Isao Iinuma mixed in the crowd and moved towards the top of the hill. A huge shadow gradually appeared in front of his sight.

That was the destination of his trip.

——Huacheng family.

A slightly chilly spring breeze blew.

At the top of the slope, cherry blossoms are everywhere as far as the eye can see.

"Ah..."

Isao Iinuma sneezed three times in succession before he could walk through this road that looked beautiful but was actually very irritating to the nose.

Stop and look around.

The mottled black walls turned into a black brass gate, the bricks and wood with traces of blackening, the black walls with traces of time... The whole mansion seemed to be black, like a stage set.

From the Western-style gate to the main entrance of the Japanese-style house, there is still a long way to go.

The road was crowded and noisy.

Several monks in robes were holding staffs and shaking them clangingly, as if they were exorcising demons.

"Where should I go to find Aunt Xingzi..."

Faced with this chaotic scene, Iinuma Isao, who was standing at the gate, was at a loss for a moment.

He just came to Tokyo from Asahikawa, Hokkaido today. He was originally going to stay with his mother's best friend, Hanashiro Anzi. But when he arrived at Hanashiro's house, he found that someone seemed to have died... This was really a bad timing.

How about finding a hotel to stay for a few days?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Iinuma Isao turned around with his luggage and prepared to go back.

At this moment, a childish voice suddenly stopped him.

"Did you just call Apricot Auntie?"

Such a delicate and clear voice——Isao Iinuma couldn't help but admire it.

He turned his head and looked to the side.

There was a young girl standing by the fence.

The light was dim today, but the moment I saw her, the brightness around me seemed to suddenly increase.

Appearing like an angel descending.

In the soft holy light, the girl's straight black hair shone slightly, and her snow-white skin had a smooth texture like porcelain.

Beautiful face, elegant temperament;

Slim waist, small breasts, clear eyes...

Iinuma Isao felt that the originally dull funeral had a softer atmosphere because of her appearance.

Her bright eyes stared at Iinuma Isaki, and her undeveloped vocal cords vibrated: "Answer my question..."

"Uh, yes."

Iinuma Isao talked to her across the fence.

"My mother and Auntie Xingzi were college classmates. I came to Tokyo to study and planned to stay at Auntie Xingzi's house..."

The girl nodded slowly: "Do you recognize her?"

"I don't recognize it."

"Come, I'll show you."

Following the direction of the girl's finger, Iinuma Isao looked towards the gate.

Many mourners who had burned incense came out of the house, and walking among them was an elegant woman in mourning clothes.

Her hair was neatly tied up on her head. Although it was impossible to clearly see what she looked like, her determination could be seen from the way she stood even from a distance.

"How is it?" the girl asked, looking amused. "As the eldest daughter of the Huacheng family, she is already thirty-seven years old this year, but she doesn't look that age at all, right? It's not an exaggeration to say that she is a sister who is not even thirty years old."

"I can't see clearly again." Iinuma Isao replied unhappily.

"Beside her there is a woman holding a tablet. She is the third daughter of the Huacheng family, Miss Li Zi..."

Iinuma Isao looked to the side again.

At this time, the crowd had already walked a few steps towards this side, so he could see the appearance of the third female chestnut clearly.

She was a very beautiful Japanese mature woman, with skin as delicate as pottery, a slightly sad temperament, and a gentle and docile image, giving people the impression of being the type of woman who is a "model wife".

The peach blossom eyes are watery.

Her long eyelashes were wet from crying.

Seeing how sad she was, Iinuma couldn't help but ask, "Who died?"

"He was the second son and the eldest daughter's husband." The girl seemed to know everything and answered the whole story right away, "Three days ago, the second son and the son-in-law both fell to their deaths. It is said that they both encountered unclean things..."

Call ~

A spring breeze blew.

Iinuma Isao couldn't help but shudder.

It was early spring at the end of March, and the wind blowing in our faces was still as cold as winter.

"Look..."

The girl suddenly pointed at the third girl, Miss Li Zi, with a smile on her face: "Isn't she pitiful with her reserved appearance as a model of chastity? But in fact, she is really teasing, making it seem like her dead husband..."

Iinuma said subconsciously: "After all, her brother is dead too..."

There's nothing he can do. He's a soft-hearted person and can't bear to see other people's beautiful wives being slandered for no reason.

The girl stared at him with wide eyes.

She has a doll-like cute face and long, soft black hair flowing over her petite shoulders. She is truly a peerless beauty.

The mourners continued to move towards this side.

The noisy clamor was also approaching Iinuma Isao.

"Mrs. Xingzi is coming." The girl raised her finger again.

In fact, she didn't need to remind him, as Iinuma Isao had been staring at the new widow.

As far as the eye can see, a fair female face appears in the pink rain of falling cherry blossoms.

She was a noble and beautiful woman.

Her tall and plump figure was wrapped in an inky black mourning dress, she held a white umbrella in her hand, and a white flower was worn on her towering chest.

Her skin was as delicate as if carefully painted with white paint, her neck was slender and would break at the slightest touch, her face was as exquisite as a Kyoto doll... Her elegant and graceful temperament reminded people of the stunning beauties in ink paintings.

But her temperament is very distinct.

Majestic, strong, resolute, calm... these words flashed through Iinuma Isao's mind. Just by looking at her face, he could easily imagine her stern tone.

and also……

Hard to get close to?

Yes, hard to get close to.

Every man who has fantasies about her finds it difficult to get close to her, even though her appearance can only be described as peerless beauty.

As a cultured person, Iinuma Isao does not like vulgar and ambiguous descriptions such as beauties or pretty girls, but when it comes to the appearance of his mother's best friend from college, Hanashiro Anko, the word "peerless" is undoubtedly the best description.

Especially since she was wearing mourning clothes.

Oh, it looks better...

Iinuma Isao stared at her intently.

She was surrounded by the noise, constantly chatting with people around her or assigning tasks to the servants, with perfect manners and expressions.