Chapter 19 Chapter 18 Village Sacrifice

It is unbearable to be motionless in cold weather, so the winter rituals are full of energy instead.Even just watching the villagers huddling around, you can feel your body warming up. For Qiao Yu, what she saw and heard here was rare, which made her very happy.And her husband Mark was also very happy when he was having a heart-to-heart conversation with his old friend Komazawa. A female middle school student with a rosy face approached Qiao Yu curiously, uttering some blunt English words, as if she planned to practice the English learned in the classroom.She seemed to want to explain something, but couldn't express it clearly.Qiao Yu felt that it was very troublesome, so he took out the notebook from his handbag and started writing.

—— How old is Ruki? "Ru" is a difficult word that only appears in ancient Chinese, but surprisingly, it can be used commonly in Japan.If the simple word "you" is written in modern colloquial language, the other party will not be able to understand it. ——I am fourteen years old The red-faced female middle school student wrote this, then suddenly yelled "Fourteen" in English, and burst out laughing.At first, Qiao Yu thought that "私" was a typo of "I", but now she knows that "私" is the most common first-person pronoun in Japanese, and she has understood this through many written conversations.

The Mark and his wife stayed at Komazawa's uncle's house.The whole family is very kind. Although they do not understand the language, through Komazawa's translation, the two sides have the same heart, and everyone is immersed in a harmonious and happy atmosphere.Sure enough, the countryside is good, and the people are very simple.Qiao Yu tried to have a written conversation, and was surprised to find that Komazawa's uncle could write well. "I remembered that when I was in China, every holiday, I would go back to the countryside to see my grandfather. Grandpa also writes well!"

"Really?" Mark didn't care about such things. He was born in San Francisco and had nothing to do with the Chinese countryside. According to the original plan, they planned to return on the same day as much as possible, but because they had a good time, they extended the day and stayed until Tuesday afternoon.By the time the two returned to Kobe, it was almost evening. The collision of beautiful hearts——if it expands, it can reach the height of human love!When bidding farewell to everyone in the Komazawa family, Qiao Yu's mood was tinged with philosophy like never before—I'm afraid I'll never see these people again, but the people I meet in the future will definitely be good people.When the train arrived at Sannomiya Station, Qiao Yu was still immersed in this sweet sentimentality.

"It's already half past five." Mark stood on the platform and said looking at the clock. "Yeah, the office must be closed. It's the same in Tokyo. From one to five, everyone goes home from get off work." "Then let's do it tomorrow!" "That's all there is to it." "Go shopping again?" Qiao Yu smiled and said, "Before you went shopping alone at night, you left me alone. Today I will walk alone and leave you alone in the hotel." With that said, the two linked their arms and walked down the stairs of the station.

I don't know if it's because the excitement of participating in the village ceremony still lingers in her mind, but Qiao Yu feels her head sinking. She firmly believes that this is the pleasant fatigue after playing happily.However, she felt that her cheeks were hot and her body was cold. "Don't you think that after visiting the sacrificial ceremony, you will really want to take risks?" In order to drive away the slight headache, Qiao Yu pretended to be energetic and said to her husband, "It seems that no matter what you do, you are allowed to do it ..." Rituals in the countryside don't have to be rigid about etiquette.Only on this day, facing the elders who are usually superior, the young people in the village dare to use their energy to mess around boldly - a sense of liberation!The feeling of liberation only once or twice a year—Unknowingly, Qiao Yu was also infected by this atmosphere.

"Yeah, it's tempting to do something unexpected," Mark said.He also seems to have been more or less influenced by village rituals. Qiao Yu wanted to smile, but her temples were aching. After Mark handed the ticket to the station attendant, he turned and looked at his wife who was following behind.It wasn't until this time that he noticed something, and asked quickly: "Your face seems to have a fever, are you okay?" "fine." "Did Komazawa persuade you to drink too much yesterday?" "Where is it!" The two got into the taxi waiting in front of the station and told the driver the name of the hotel where they had stayed before.