"Hey, then Takiichi-chan is going to help me take a picture. I want to take it back and show it off to Kasan."

The little girl didn't know that Taki Yi was lost in thought again and again while facing her. With a look of joy on his face, he grabbed Taki Yi's arm and guided him towards the small noodle shop in the parking lot.

Takiichi let her hold his hand and walked forward like a soulless body.

"In the past, I never imagined that I would be alone like this, but with someone other than her.

I've been looking forward to her being with me, whether it's the cherry blossoms during the day or the meteor shower at night."

But no matter what, Takiichi later realized that what he was confused about and what he wanted to find started from this day.

When he came out of the backyard of the meditation hall, little sister Wubai took him along another path.

On the edge of the path, in a small ditch close to a low wall, the sound of clear running water resounded.

It is said that the water the monks drink in the temple is supplied from a mountain not far away.

The two of them passed by a certain building and saw a completely new scene that they had never seen before, making Takichi unable to help but slow down.

Speaking of which, from day to now, he has not really visited every corner of the temple.

“This is the main hall of the temple, which is used to worship the seated statue of Sakyamuni and the statue of Manjushri Samantabhadra.

The abbot, Mr. Kenka Tanabe, told me before that the construction time of this hall was probably between 1429 and 1441."

Seeing Hirai Taki slow down and stop, little sister Wubai tilted her head, followed his line of sight, and rolled her eyes.

She spoke of the status of this main hall in Ikkyuji Temple as if reciting a text, and there was an inexplicable pride in her words.

He also introduced the history of the church in a very concise language, and Takiichi was very surprised.

It's not just this little girl who is very familiar with things in the temple.

And with this ability to read eyes, if you don’t go to jyp and become a trainee in the future.

I will work here in the future and will be an excellent guide.

"Why does Mashiro know so much?"

Taki crouched down and reached out his hand to smooth the messy bangs in front of the little girl's forehead.

At least this way he felt that she no longer had to look up at him all the time.

"If Takiichi-chan comes here often, he would also know this. And I forgot to tell Takiichi-chan that I am actually a Kyoto native."

Having said this, little sister Wu Bai suddenly realized something, her eyes dodge a little, and then she lowered her head timidly.

It seemed like she felt she had lied and packaged herself up as a Tokyoite.

"Don't blame me, Takiichi-chan. I have been studying in Tokyo for so long that I rarely speak Kansai dialect."

"So you are also from Kansai? So, we are still from the same hometown?"

Takiyi pretended to be surprised, gently pinched the little girl's chubby cheek with one hand, and smiled gently.

In fact, he guessed it from the moment he saw little sister Wubai talking to her.

Accents can never lie.

No matter how long they have lived, Kansai people speaking Tokyo dialect cannot be compared with the authentic Tokyo people.

"Hey~Takiichi-chan, aren't you angry?"

"Why should I be angry? Besides, I didn't care about it at all."

Gently stroking the head of little sister Wu Bai, Taki Yi's eyes returned to the several Buddha statues facing him in the main hall.

Completed in 1441, it has a history of nearly 600 years and is the oldest building among the Tang-style buildings (modelled after the Tang Dynasty) in southern Kyoto Prefecture.

When passing through the shrine in the daytime, compared to the daytime, there will be hawker carts pushed by several monks.

When I showed up here again, it was obviously getting late and everything on the hawker's cart had been taken away.

There was only a lone cart left in front of the shrine, with a small sign hanging on it.

“Close~”

There were a lot of leaves falling from the maple trees on the path. Taki knew that this was probably caused by the strong wind not long ago.

Picked up a pile of maple leaves scattered on the ground and carefully put them into his pocket.

Many people travel and when they arrive at a place, they pick up local things and bring them back to their hometown as souvenirs.

Give one to my parents, one to each of my two sisters, and those friends.

Even if they couldn't come in person.

But with high respect for Ikkyuji Temple, it is also good to get a touch of the aura of the maple leaves through yourself.

Touching the SLR hanging on his chest with his fingers, Taki turned around, met the little girl's curious eyes and said.

"mashiro, do you want to take a few photos here before leaving?"

"Hey~~"

When it comes to photography, Hirai Takiichi is already considered a professional.

With excellent control, the two were only delayed for more than a minute here.

When he came out, Taki held the little girl's hand and walked around the empty parking lot.

I listened to little sister Wubai’s thoughts after watching the two meteor showers.

In Takiichi's perception, meteors are fleeting and pass by by chance.

People in today's world are busy with compact lives every day.

After returning to the harbor at home, they only want to fall down and rarely appreciate the beautiful scenery above the sky.

And once the shooting star streaks across the sky, seize that moment and make your wish to the shooting star in the sky.

People say that if you do this, it will pass away forever with your wishes, and your wishes will come true.

What kind of wish would I make if a meteor shower appeared?

Takiichi asked himself this in his mind.

But it is undeniable that there is no reason to miss such a rare beauty.

Stopped at the door of Ikkyu-an.

Facing the hopeful eyes of little sister Wubai, Taki grinned and nodded with a smile.

"Just order whatever you want to eat?"

"Hey~~Is there anyone here? Excuse me~~"

Hearing this, the little girl happily took off her wooden shoes and started running in with her bare feet.

"Excuse me~~"

Lowering his head and opening the curtain in front of him that blocked his sight, Takiichi found a random place to sit down.

The interior of Ikkyu-an is smaller than Hirai Takiichi imagined.

There are only a few tables here, which can't accommodate many people.

It seems that those tourists are not used to the vegetarian food in the temple. Meat is really contraband in a place like this.

Portraits of Zen Master Ikkyu are hung everywhere in the noodle shop, which are divided into many periods: children, young sweepers, abbots who returned in old age, and finally passed away, with stone statues made for him by monks.

Takiichi's location is only five steps away from the checkout and order counter.

I don’t know what kind of material the table is made of, but I can vaguely smell a fragrance emanating from it, which is very comfortable, a bit like sandalwood.

Looking back at the menu that said vegetarian wine, Taki's eyes lit up and he asked the monk at the counter for a bottle.

The little girl leaned down at the front desk and ordered two signature ramen noodles, as well as two vegetarian lunch boxes for packaging.

The monk here seemed to know her and chatted gently with her.

Lowering his head and taking out his mobile phone, Takiichi selected a few beautiful photos taken on the road during the day and prepared to upload them to his Facebook platform.

After taking a look at the tens of thousands of users who were following him, Taki Hirai frowned angrily.

It seems that it has increased a lot compared to the last time I opened it.
Chapter completed!