hotmtlnovel Chapter 578 Farewell to Her
Chapter 578 Farewell to Her
Chapter 578 Farewell to Her
In addition to selling stationery stickers, the second floor of Itoya also has a row of tables and chairs by the window. After choosing the items you like and paying, you can sit on the chairs and leisurely watch the traffic on Ni-chome Avenue below, and write down your thoughts at the moment.
Hojo Kyosuke and Mitsuha Miyamizu waited in line for a while before they found two empty seats. They sat down and started writing letters with their newly bought pens. There were several envelopes in front of them, and it seemed that many people wanted to send letters.
Mitsuha was worried that she would forget who she wanted to send the letter to, so she filled in the recipient's name on the envelope as soon as she arrived. There was no need to say much about Sayaka and the imperial envoy, and there were two names that Hojo Kyosuke was a little unfamiliar with. The last name was Mizoguchi, and it was obvious that they were Nara's grandparents. There were also several other names that Hojo Kyosuke was somewhat familiar with, such as Grandma Kobayashi, who were all acquaintances he had known in Itomori before.
Seeing someone peeking around, Mitsuha didn't mind, she blew on the ink on the letter and pushed the letter aside. Hojo Kyosuke took a look and saw that the general content was to ask the elders and villagers in his hometown to rest assured that the people's shrine maiden was living well in Tokyo and was working hard to live a happy life, and everyone should also be full of energy every day.
"When I came to Tokyo, 1,342 people came to the station to see me off."
Mitsuha lowered her head and wrote the next letter. Her lips moved up and down, and she whispered:
"Even though three years have passed, there are still many people who can't let go. I try my best to comfort and enlighten them, but the longing for their homeland will not fade with the passage of time, it will only continue to ferment."
Miss Miko pouted her lips and gently blew dry the ink on the letter paper.
The huge floor-to-ceiling window in front of the table let in bright light, shining on her forehead as she was shopping.
She was clearly not wearing a luxurious golden crown, but Hojo Kyosuke saw the divine light in Mitsuha.
"Grandma Kobayashi, do you remember Kyousuke, the one who often raced in Itomori on an electric tricycle?"
Sanye folded the letter in her hand carefully and stuffed it into the envelope. The recipient was actually Kobayashi's grandmother.
Hojo Kyosuke nodded. Grandma Kobayashi was one of the people he was most familiar with in Itomori, because the old lady's family ran a grocery store and he often took Yotsuba there to buy snacks.
“She donated all the relief money she received from the government to the Disaster Relief Committee.
Obviously, I am the one who was affected by the disaster."
Miyamizu Mitsuha smiled bitterly and shook her head. She hated that land deeply, but now, like Grandma Kobayashi, she would see the shrine bathed in the morning mist in her dreams from time to time.
"Last month, they also organized an event to return to Itomori."
"Return to Itomori?" Hojo Kyosuke was puzzled. How could he return to that place? It was a complete ruin. Even the bus route had been abandoned.
"It means offering sacrifices from a distance, on the roadside."
Mitsuha started writing another letter, the name is Yamanaka Toshiya:
"Kyosuke, do you still remember him?"
"Well, a fashionable trio, and then even became devout believers."
"Haha, the Fashion Trio? So that's what you call them, Kyousuke."
Sanye covered her mouth with her left hand, smiled softly with curved eyebrows.
"After graduating from high school, he joined the Teishi family's construction company, and he was also the one who organized the homecoming activities.
Grandma also followed. "
"Grandma? She hasn't..."
Hojo Kyosuke was a little hesitant. He thought that after completing her mission at the Miyamizu family, Grandma Ichiyo should have let go of everything. After all, the day he went back to the past through Kuchikamizaki, Grandma had already understood everything.
"Hmm~~ It's not what Kyousuke thinks."
Sanye shook her head, her dark eyes sparkling in the sunlight coming through the window, as if she could see through people's hearts.
She smiled faintly and drew a picture with interest on the letter to Sayaka. The content of the simple sketch was her and Hojo Kyosuke sitting side by side by the window.
“Born and raised here, the people of Shishu breathe the air of Shishu, sip the water of Shishu, and even the wind that dries their sweat comes from the mountains and forests of Shishu, not to mention the land that has provided for people for thousands of years.
These things that enter the human body are connected to the soul, which is called a "knot."
Sanye turned her head with a subtle but bright smile on her face.
Looking at this face, Hojo Kyosuke seemed to catch a thread, an illusory thread that came from a faraway place and connected his soul.
“A long time ago, I didn’t understand my grandmother’s words, nor did I understand the teachings of Miyamizu Shrine. But now that I no longer need to be a shrine maiden or inherit the shrine, I understand it.
No matter how far we go, our souls are always connected to Itomori, and this is the "knot."
The voice of the miko was gentle and clear, like silk passing by her ears. Hojo Kyosuke believed that if the current Mitsuha raised the flag, it would develop into a huge religion in less than three days.
He had never met Mrs. Erye, but he felt that Sanye had now become an outstanding woman and excellent charlatan who was no less than his mother.
"Every time they go to offer sacrifices, the townspeople's mood becomes better, as if they are saying goodbye to the past."
Sanye finished writing her last letter, which was to her grandmother.
He reported on his and his sister's academic progress, and asked Hojo Kyosuke to come over and write a few words of greeting.
"So, I was thinking, Kyosuke." She raised her head, her big eyes flashing with thought.
"what?"
"Can the slide show you created for me be turned into a movie?" asked Sanye.
"Hmm? It's not that I can't do it, but why?" Hojo Kyosuke was a little resistant. He didn't want people to see his and Mitsuha's love story.
"Consider it a gift to Itomori, because..."
Mitsuha drew out her voice, and placed her small hand on Hojo Kyosuke's hand on the table. She rubbed it gently twice and then crawled under the big hand, interlocking her fingers with his.
The corners of the girl's eyes slightly tilted up, and her big black eyes were surprisingly charming:
"You took away the most beloved daughter of this land~~"
"what--"
Hojo Kyosuke was stunned at first, then he curled his lips to show that it was indeed the case.
Yes, for thousands of years, he was the only one who fell in love with the daughter of the Miyamizu family and took her away from Itomori.
Look at Miyamizu Toshiki, who turned against his mentor, was exiled from his family and never had any contact with him again. Even after his wife died, he was bound to that piece of land. Then look at myself... Thinking about it this way, the god worshipped by the Miyamizu family, Itomori, was really good to me.
"It's not a dowry or anything like that. I just want you, Kyousuke, to help me give a gift to that piece of land so that I can say thank you to her."
Sanye spoke softly, and her tone actually had some of the charm of Yiye's grandmother's storytelling.
Hojo Kyosuke understood what Mitsuha meant when he heard this. Was this probably a tribute? Integrate everyone's connection with Itomori into this work, and then say goodbye and thank you.
"No problem. Not to mention a movie, even if I have to pay to rebuild Itomori, that's fine."
He agreed immediately, and there was no falsehood in his words. Mitsuha only asked him to make a movie instead of asking him to donate money, and the movie would generate profits, which would not be bad for him at all. If necessary, he could make the movie for free and use the money earned to rebuild Itomori. But it seemed that Mitsuha had no such intention at all, she just wanted to say goodbye to the land that she hated but could not get rid of in this way.
"Thank you, Kyousuke."
Mitsuha spoke softly, raised her slender neck, and pressed her soft lips against Hojo Kyosuke's face.
Damn it, why doesn’t this bookstore, which has a cafe and restaurant, have a private room?
Hojo Kyosuke cursed in his heart, raised his hand and touched Mitsuha's head, smoothing out the loose hair on her forehead.
"I should say thank you."
Okay, time to write a letter quickly.
There are many people that Hojo Kyosuke wants to write to, first of all, his grandparents in his hometown and his neighbor, Mr. Yagi. He has picked out some small gifts and plans to send them to the kind old man later. Then there is Mizumon City, where he will write a letter to Yuzuru and send some small gifts, and write a letter to Yamamura Ono Shihan to tell him that he is about to go to Hokushin Ittoryu...
After writing a letter, you don't need to ask the clerk to help you post it, because there is a mailbox next to the desk. It is bright red and has a round head, which looks very honest. This is a real mailbox, which is a joint activity launched by Itoya and Ginza Post Office. The postman will come to collect the letters every day.
"Let's go, there are many floors upstairs."
Hojo Kyosuke stood up and extended his hand towards Mitsuha.
"Ok!"
The two of them went up to the third floor. If the second floor was a place where notebook lovers would die, the third floor was a place where fountain pen lovers would be squeezed out of their last penny. Various luxury pens could be seen here. The Itoya official website also thoughtfully listed the pens with the best sales for the reference of the overwhelmed customers.
As a writer of the new era, Hojo Kyosuke is a loyal believer of Eriri - using the keyboard as a weapon. So he is not really interested in fountain pens, but when he came here, he found out that he was wrong.
Most of the time, the only drawback of expensive things is that they are expensive.
What can the stubborn Japanese make a fountain pen look like? Answer: Put a Ukiyo-e painting on the pen.
The Namiki Maki brush in Hojo Kyosuke's hand has a peony and a tiger painted on it. It is a 360-degree panoramic view around the pen. No matter from which angle you look at the brush, you can see the beautiful painting that perfectly forms the entire pattern. Only by holding it in your hand and looking at it carefully can you fully appreciate its artistic sense.
The shop assistant beside him was explaining enthusiastically, and Hojo Kyosuke listened casually. What? This pen was made by dozens of Maki-e technicians who mastered excellent lacquerware techniques at Kunikosha. The pen holder is made of wax black lacquer, and a circle is engraved on the pen holder with a gold knife, and then it is painted with varnish and placed in gold and silver foil...
In short, gold, silver, mother-of-pearl and all kinds of gorgeous things are added to it. In short, the purpose is to tell Hojo Kyosuke that it is worth the money and he will make a profit if he buys it.
Just like this "Golden Phoenix Series" pen, which costs 520,000 yen before tax, buying one is equivalent to earning 520,000 yen, and buying two is equivalent to earning 1 million yen. It is like you are shopping, not only did you not spend money, but you also earned so much.
Sanye, who was standing next to her, burst out laughing. Even though she was very rich now, the country girl was still not interested in this kind of "luxury product".
"Do you need a reservation?" Hojo Kyosuke asked directly.
"Generally speaking..."
Seeing that the business was about to be done, the salesgirl's smile became a little more enthusiastic. Although she was very nice even to customers who had no intention of buying, this was obviously more sincere.
"I want to buy twenty."
Hojo Kyosuke interrupted. He was a man who could tell at a glance that the clerk was going to fool him again. It was just that it was impossible to reserve it anywhere else, but Itoya and Namiki had a close cooperation so they could get the product faster. Maybe most people would have the time to wait for her to customize it and add some small ideas like a name, but he didn't have that time.
I have money, I hate waiting, and I can’t appreciate art.
"Twenty, twenty?"
"Well, give me two sets of this series."
Hojo Kyosuke planned to take it back and let everyone pick one, and give the rest away.
"Hey~~Someone just advised me to spend rationally, but now he is acting recklessly." Sanye complained.
"I can't help it. I have too much money and nowhere to spend it."
Hojo Kyosuke shrugged:
"If you're willing to use my card, I won't stop you from buying everything in this store today."
"Just a little bit~~"
Sanye stuck out her tongue and spoke as if someone's family was poor. My grandma's family could afford to buy a building in Ginza if they sold a piece of land.
The clerk who was contacting the manager's face gradually became moist as she listened to Hojo Kyosuke's words.
In the end, waving his bank card, Hojo Kyosuke picked up two sets of pens worth tens of millions and refused all customized services. After all, he was not sure who to give the pen to.
His love for this store has now increased infinitely, not because of the pleasure brought by spending money, but because his obsessive-compulsive disorder has been satisfied.
Whether it is the arrangement of goods in the store or the way the clerks pack them, it is very healing.
The tape and colored paper are arranged by color, covering an entire wall. It is a feast for the eyes. People with obsessive compulsive disorder would even die without regrets. The clerk's packaging technique is simply an art. Every edge is compacted, with sharp corners and tight seams.
Carrying the goods with satisfaction, the two of them strolled to the sixth floor.
What’s quite exaggerated is that the theme of this floor is “HOME”, and as the name suggests, what is sold are naturally household items.
As soon as they got off the escalator and turned to the front, their eyes were attracted by a figure at the same time.
"That……"
Mitsuha frowned and asked uncertainly:
"That's Yukinoshita...right?"
On the fabric sofa in the middle of the sixth floor, a black-haired girl in a white dress was sitting there quietly and restlessly.
She was holding a panda doll and rubbing it with her cheek, as if she was testing whether the material of the doll was skin-friendly, but her blushing face and obsessed expression made people wonder if she was a pervert.
Under the gazes of Hojo Kyosuke and the other man, the black-haired girl rubbed it for a while, then grabbed the panda's big face plate with both hands and gently pulled it to both sides, as if she was testing whether the quality of the doll was reliable. However, her pursed thin lips and a face full of "I can't stand it anymore" made people wonder if she was a pervert.
Seeing the black-haired girl put the panda doll on her head, as if testing the doll's balance, Hojo Kyosuke couldn't help but want to greet her.
No, this is too stupid. If that guy Yukinoshita knew that she saw her being so stupid, he would definitely take revenge on her!
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(End of this chapter)