I, who tortured the readers, was knocked to the ground by them!

Chapter 170: One of the children must have the last name of Hanase.

Sakurai Itsuki and Hanase Shion walked into the Hanase house side by side.

The Hanase family's house is a very classic Japanese-style garden.

The buildings in the courtyard are all made of wooden walls and green tiles. I wonder if the amber-colored wooden beams are made to look old on purpose or if they are really covered with patina due to the long years.

The paths in the courtyard are paved with scattered stones and irregular stone steps, far from being as ostentatious as those so-called luxury houses in Tokyo.

But just one look at the green pines and bamboos in the corners of the courtyard, which have obviously been carefully tended, and the small pond where koi fish are slowly swimming, and you can feel the elegance of this house, which is different from most luxury houses in Tokyo.

Without waiting for Sakurai Shu to enter the yard.

A beautiful lady who looked like a star came out with a smile and said, "Welcome home. Is this Shion's classmate in Tokyo?"

"Well, his name is Sakurai Itsuki. He and I are in the same class and club. He's also a very good manga artist."

Before Sakurai Itsuki could speak, the increasingly nervous Hanase Shion interrupted and introduced Sakurai Itsuki.

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Hanase. Please take care of me." Sakurai Itsuki greeted her respectfully again according to etiquette.

"Ah, you are the famous Sakurai-kun. I've heard Masako mention you a long time ago. You can just call me Aunt Haruko! Of course, if you want to use other names, I don't mind."

Haruko Hanase smiled faintly and looked at the boy whom her eldest daughter had mentioned many times.

Shion just likes him, he looks pretty good.

Upon hearing this, Hanase Shion quickly said, "Mom, don't listen to my sister's nonsense. You know that person is not serious."

"Haha, just kidding, come inside." Haruko Hanase glanced at her little daughter's expression and saw through everything at a glance. "This is the first time Shion has taken the initiative to bring a boy back home."

"Yes, this is much better than Ms. Masako." Ms. Ashida agreed.

Haruko Hanase looked distressed: "That's right, that girl Masako is almost thirty years old, and she shows no signs of bringing a man back. It's really distressing. She won't fall behind his sister, will she?"

It seems that even such prominent families in Kyoto would worry about their children's marriages.

Hanase Shion lowered her head and replied softly, "It's still early for me."

Haruko Hanase said, "Time always passes much faster than we imagine. I'm getting old, eh."

Sakurai Itsuki and Hane Shion followed Hane Haruko and walked on the wooden corridor.

Sakurai Itsuki tilted his head slightly and whispered to Hanase Shion, "Why do I feel like the atmosphere in your home is different from what I expected?"

When he first stopped in front of the manor, Sakurai Itsuki thought it would be like in a TV drama, with the family members wearing kimonos, strictly following etiquette, and speaking very elegant lines.

As it turns out, Haruko Hane's dress and manner of speaking are quite modern.

Haruko Hanase heard what Sakurai Itsuki was saying, turned around and smiled at the two of them: "Ah, do you think I should wear a kimono and look very old-fashioned?"

Sakurai Itsuki was a little embarrassed: "It's mainly because this kind of yard is really easy to make people daydream."

"We're not filming a TV series, and my family isn't from ancient times." Hanase Shion glanced at Sakurai Itsuki with some disdain.

I felt disgusted for bringing home a boyfriend who had never seen the world and ended up embarrassing himself.

"Hahaha." Haruko Hanase laughed. "That's right, that's right. We're not from ancient times. Sakurai-san, don't be so reserved. Don't you have a lot of contact with Masako? Many people say that Masako's personality is like mine. Just try to get along with me like you would with Masako."

"I see. Then what about this guy's personality?" Sakurai Itsuki nodded, then pointed at Hanase Shion who was looking at the two of them with half-closed eyes.

Haruko Hanase nodded and complained to Sakurai Itsuki, "Shion, this child's personality is very similar to her father's. However, her father is working today and is not at home for the time being. You will understand when you have a chance to meet them. The personalities of these two are really troublesome! When they were young..."

"Mom!" Hane Shion blushed and quickly reminded him not to expose his shortcomings in front of Sakurai Itsuki. How could a mother be like that?
"Hahaha, even if I don't tell you, Sakurai-kun will find out about this sooner or later!" Haruko Hanase smiled.

Sakurai Itsuki nodded and said, "I now understand how troublesome she is."

Haruko Hanase covered her mouth and nodded repeatedly: "Hahaha, right, right! This child is very troublesome, you have worked so hard."

On the other side, Hane Shion looked at the two people who were talking happily and curled her lips silently.

Why did they use me as a topic of conversation, and why did they belittle me like that?

However, it is good that they have a harmonious relationship, which is something to be thankful for.

Haruko Hanase did not treat the two of them like regular guests, but took them to the living room and set out tea and snacks to entertain Sakurai Itsuki.

She said, "Since Shiyin doesn't want us to talk about her embarrassing stories, then an old lady like me and you young people don't have much to talk about, so I won't bother you anymore. You guys can play for a while and we'll talk later."

Then, Hane Haruko took out a tightly wrapped box of tea from the cabinet at the far end of the living room and handed it to Hane Shion: "The tea sets in your room are still in the same place."

Hane Shion took the box of the most expensive tea in the house and looked at Hane Haruko in confusion, while Hane Haruko winked at her gently.

Only then did Hane Shion realize that her mother wanted her to be alone with him and wanted her to perform well for him.

After all, the tea ceremony that she had practiced since childhood was something that most girls would never come into contact with.

When I was little, my tea ceremony teacher and mother also told me that practicing tea ceremony would enhance a woman's temperament and charm.
At that time, Hane Shion was still a little dissatisfied with this statement. She thought that what she had practiced so hard was used to seduce men, which was too much of an insult to the tea ceremony.

but now.
Hanase Shion nodded shyly and replied, "I understand."

I was too young when I was a child and never thought that there would be a day when it would come in handy. And now I don’t mind doing it.

Come to think of it, no matter how much I emphasize to her that Sakurai Itsuki and I are just "friends", "classmates" and "colleagues", I still can't hide what I'm thinking from her.

Fortunately, my mother seems to support me.

If she really wants to be with him in the future, at least as a mother-in-law, she will not have any objection to Sakurai Itsuki being her son-in-law.

Thinking of this, Hane Shion felt secretly happy again.

"Oh, by the way, I just talked about kimonos with Sakurai-kun. Shion's kimono is in the attic. It was made two years ago, so it should still fit her." Haruko Hanase added.

"Mom! No need for that. It's too much! It's very troublesome. We still have to go back to the hotel tonight."

Hane Shion quickly stopped her mother with a slightly blushing face, and at the same time glanced at Sakurai Itsuki.

If he said now that he really wanted to see it, I might end up agreeing without restraint.

Sakurai Itsuki thought that since he lived in Chiyoda Ward, he was already used to the hustle and bustle.

But looking at this bedroom, after putting down the piano, sofa, bed, computer and bookshelf, there seems to be more than enough space.

Look at the bedroom with its own huge wooden balcony, and under the balcony there is a small courtyard that belongs exclusively to this bedroom.

Sakurai Itsuki couldn't help but sigh at the value of the old Kyoto's Sun Flag.

This bedroom is already bigger than many people's apartments in Tokyo.

Hane Shion pulled the curtain of the bedroom, and the entire balcony became an independent tea room above the yard.

Sakurai Itsuki sat cross-legged, with a small wooden coffee table in front of him, and on it was a simple but obviously expensive tea set.

The sunlight brought with it the wind, making the leaves dance gently.

On the opposite side, her hair tips moved slightly in the warm breeze. She was kneeling at the table with her back straight.

The wind chimes hanging on the eaves rang softly.

The water in the teapot emits hot steam.

The way she quietly brewed tea was so peaceful.

For a moment, Sakurai Itsuki almost forgot about the rather childish girl who always sent obscene private messages in his background. The girl in front of him became a dignified and elegant young lady again.

Sakurai Itsuki has memories of his life in the ancient tea country, but he still knows nothing about the art of tea.

The iced black tea he drank as a child, the milk tea he drank when he grew up, and the small cans of tea used as gifts, this is his entire understanding of tea.

Oh, and there’s also the tea-selling girl on WeChat who has a beautiful profile picture and comes to talk to you about life and love.

Anyway, I watched Hane Shion tinkering with it, although I didn't understand what the effects of these steps were.

But somehow, it feels very elegant.

Sakurai Itsuki was curious about many things, but after thinking about it, he remained silent and did not take the initiative to destroy the quiet and beautiful atmosphere.

I turned my head to look at the pink cherry buds in the courtyard and listened to the crisp sound of the wind chimes.

It’s like this courtyard is an independent world.

Waiting quietly, she made herself some tea.

It seems that the world only has two people and belongs to them.

After an unknown amount of time, she tucked her long black hair behind her ears and bent down.

Quietly, he poured a cup of hot tea in front of Sakurai Itsuki: "Please."

Sakurai Itsuki held the slightly steaming tea and felt for the first time that Hanase Shion was so gentle and intellectual.

how to say?

Unlike the grown-up girl next door at the party, her every move seemed to have a bit of so-called femininity.

If she was wearing a kimono instead of a school uniform, she might have the feeling of a Yamato Nadeshiko who is very suitable to be a lady.

Hane Shion looked up at Sakurai Itsuki's reaction.

The two of them couldn't help but look at each other. Hane Shion pursed her lips in joy, then lowered her head and quietly poured herself tea.

It turned out that what the teacher and mother said was right, he must have become obsessed with me.

Sakurai Itsuki felt the atmosphere was a bit too ambiguous, so he took the initiative to break the silence: "I'm a little curious, what exactly does your family do?"

Hanase Shion was a little dissatisfied with the topic he started, which seemed to waste such an ambiguous atmosphere: "Why are you asking this? It's just some business."

Sakurai Itsuki was always reminded of the legitimate mafia families in Japanese movies when he saw this scene, so he joked, "What kind of business is this? It's not like they tie rocks to people's legs and throw them into the water, is it?"

Speaking of which, he was indeed a little worried about her because of her wealthy family.

If he really killed some gangster's daughter, there would be a skeleton with its feet melted into cement in Tokyo Bay.

It is true that he is a cheater, but his cheat does not bring any combat effectiveness.

If a 9mm caliber peanut comes, he can only suffer the consequences like most carbon-based creatures.

"Ah? You like this?"

Hane Shion frowned slightly, her mind now full of ambiguity, and her thoughts instantly went astray.

She was exclaiming in surprise that even someone like her who drew heavy-hearted comics had never seen this kind of XP. He was really perverted.

Listening to Hanase Shion's regretful and abnormal speech, Sakurai Itsuki was suddenly brought back to reality: "It would be better if you couldn't speak."

"You're being rude!" Hanase Shion said disapprovingly, holding up the teacup with both hands and taking a sip. "My family runs a legitimate business: tea, real estate, hotels, and some miscellaneous investments."

Sakurai Itsuki nodded: "That's good."

"What? Are you still afraid that I will do something excessive to you?" Hanase Shion raised her eyebrows with a subtle expression.

I thought to myself, I'm not really going to force myself on you, why are you so scared?

"Yeah, after all, you said you would do something very obscene to me." Sakurai Itsuki took a sip of tea.

Bitter and astringent.

Hanase Shion snorted coldly: "Oh, don't expect it."

Sakurai Itsuki rolled his eyes at her, made no comment, and just took another sip of tea.

It’s strange to say, although it tasted a bit bitter, I couldn’t help but take a second sip.

"How's it? My tea."

Hane Shion leaned forward and asked with some anticipation.

“So bitter.”

"Huh? You have such bad taste! Obviously." Hanase Shion sighed.

“But it seems pretty good.”

"Hmph, if you just think it's good, then your taste isn't that high." Upon hearing that, her expression immediately changed and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

Perhaps it was because the atmosphere was too ambiguous that Sakurai Itsuki felt a little awkward. He took the initiative to mock Hanase Shion: "Yes, my taste is not so high that I would shout that I want to force myself on a member of the opposite sex."

"It's a foul, you broke the law! We agreed that you are not allowed to talk about what happened above." Hanase Shion's face turned red.

Sakurai Itsuki couldn't help but tease the girl who had perhaps made him a little nervous just now: "Why? Could it be that I forced you to type out those dirty words?"

"That was posted by Qiu Ming Yu Mo, what does it have to do with me, Hanase Shion?" Hanase Shion cheated and cut herself off from that account.

"Then it would be easy if it has nothing to do with you, Hanase Shion."

Sakurai Itsuki took out his cell phone, opened the private message interface and began to read aloud the private messages she had sent him in the alley just now, but had not read them.

"I'm going to fuck you"

"Stop reading it! Stop reading it!"

"beg me."

"you!"

Extremely embarrassed and angry, Hane Shion stood up, walked around the coffee table, and used brute force to press Sakurai Itsuki to the ground, trying to snatch the phone.

Sakurai Itsuki looked at her cute angry look and the faint tea fragrance coming from her body, and continued to recite with great interest, "You dirty pervert, I want..."

And at this moment, the bedroom door suddenly opened.

He was a middle-aged man with a serious expression.

Hanase Shion, who was holding Sakurai Itsuki, turned around and looked at the man. She took a deep breath and her heart almost stopped beating: "Father, father, why are you back? You, please listen to my explanation."

"Cough cough."

Even Sakurai Itsuki didn't know what to do at this moment. This was really out of control.

The middle-aged man had a sullen face and after a long silence, he said, "Listen carefully, both of you. One of the children must have the surname Hanase."

"???"

(End of this chapter)