Chapter 511 Mermaid Festival × Romantic Date√ (two in one)

Chapter 511 Mermaid Festival × Romantic Date√ (two in one)

Naoko Kuroe, Hisumi Ebihara, and countless tourists present were in nervous anticipation.

This grand mermaid festival finally came out and kicked off exactly at 6 o'clock in the evening.

What this is called a "grand festival" is actually a local folk performance organized by a group of island fishermen who temporarily came to serve as shrine worshippers, put on traditional clothes, brought out torches, gongs and drums.

In Lin Xinyi's view, this is similar to those great dancers in rural areas in China:

Even though these people are usually construction workers and farmers, whenever there is a wedding or funeral in the village, they will immediately put on a set of monks' and Taoist clothes, beat gongs and drums and come to chant sutras for their masters' salvation.

It looks amazing.

In fact, they are just a bunch of temporary workers.

Even the clergy are just temporary workers who are fishermen, so one can easily imagine the value of this festival.

It's just that because of the freshness brought by cultural differences, foreign dance masters don't look rustic, which is barely acceptable.

Considering that this is only a village-level activity hosted by a small island fishing village, the scale and organization level of the activity are not even as good as the inter-class radio gymnastics in middle schools in small 18th-tier counties in China.

It's pretty good that they can create such a scene.

but

"Deputy Director Zhuxing, and those upper-class gentlemen."

"You are so fooled by festivals of this level that you happily come here every year to 'worship the Buddha'?"

Looking at the group of enthusiastic foreign tourists around him, Lin Xinyi couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth slightly:

"What on earth were they thinking?"

"It's very simple." Belmod's lazy smile was full of sarcasm: "Their brain circuits are different from yours."

"You think this is ridiculous, but in the eyes of these followers of Lord Mermaid:"

“The more absurd it is, the more you have to believe it.”

"If a miracle is something that can be understood by common sense, can it still be called a miracle?"

"This" Lin Xinyi had nothing to say.

Indeed, those who can come to this American island to pray to God are already target customers who have been screened in advance.

They can even believe the ridiculous legend that "the longevity mother-in-law received the blessing of a mermaid and lived to be 130 years old". They even traveled thousands of miles to this remote island. Will they give up their established beliefs just because the performance of the festival is mediocre?

Besides, the purpose of their coming here was not to watch the show.

But for the longevity of my mother-in-law.

This auspicious and living miracle in human form is what these tourists really want to see.

Sure enough, soon.

As the festival performance warmed up, the shrine door behind the stage slowly opened to the sound of drums.

Dressed in a plain white witch costume, the "Grandma Longevity" held a sacrificial torch and walked slowly out from behind the door, accompanied by sacrificial workers. Finally, she stood on the high platform at the entrance of the shrine and appeared in front of a crowd of worshipers and respecters. and praying eyes.

The atmosphere at the scene immediately reached its climax.

The tourists all looked excited.

Some young islanders who didn't know the truth also got excited.

Especially Kuroe Naoko and Ebihara Hisumi, they don't know what they talked about with the longevity mother-in-law in the shrine before.

At this moment, they are far more pious and obedient than anyone else.

If it weren't for the fact that the priests here were not in the mood to kowtow, they would both have knelt down on the spot in front of the longevity mother-in-law.

Looking at the entire audience, only Lin Xinyi and a few others were the most sober.

Lin Xinyi had no intention of joining in the fun and praying and making wishes. He just looked at the so-called longevity mother-in-law on the stage with curiosity:

"This longevity mother-in-law is so short, almost half a body shorter than Shimabukuro Kime."

"Is this really played by Shimabukuro Kime?"

"How did she manage such a big height difference?"

"Is this it?" Belmod carefully looked at the longevity mother-in-law on the stage with professional eyes.

Relying on her many years of experience in the art of disguise, she quickly understood the mystery:

"Haha, it's just a little trick:"

"Have you noticed that this long-lived mother-in-law walks very slowly and her steps are strange?"

"That's because she's not walking on her feet at all."

"This miko lady tied her calf to her thigh, making it seem like her leg was missing out of thin air, and then she walked with her knees touching the ground."

"I see."

Lin Xinyi figured out the mystery at once.

This was similar to the kind of professional beggar he saw on the street when he was a child, lying on a scooter, pushing a high-power stereo, playing desolate music, and paddling the scooter along the street to pray:

At first glance, the pants are empty and he can only move slowly while lying on the scooter, as if he is a poor man with both legs amputated.

But all it takes is "Here comes the management".

These "poor people" can immediately pull off their pants, untie their ropes, stretch their calves, jump up from the ground like a carp, hold speakers, banknotes, and scooters, and launch off, performing street parkour on the spot.

Shimabukuro Kime uses similar tricks.

It's just that those professional beggars also have scooters to use, but she just presses her knees against the hard ground and moves step by step.

In this way, the so-called "mermaid corpse" found at the fire scene three years ago can be explained.

It was Shimabukuro Kimie's mother who unfortunately died at that time.

Her mother was also playing the role of a longevity mother-in-law at that time, so her calves were tied behind her thighs.

So when people discovered this mutilated skeleton that had been severely damaged in the fire, at first glance, it seemed like the lower legs of the body had disappeared out of thin air.

So the superstitious locals immediately spread rumors and spread the rumors about this human skeleton with "no lower legs" as the so-called mermaid corpse.

"Have she and her mother always been playing the role of longevity mother-in-law in this way?"

"It's not easy."

Just imagining the pain of walking on her knees, and then thinking about her mother's silent passing, Lin Shinichi couldn't help but be moved by Shimabukuro Kimie's dedication.

In order to benefit the folks in her hometown and preserve the unique tourism economy of her hometown, this witch lady has really made a lot of obligatory efforts.

Even her mother sacrificed her life in front-line jobs leading the villagers to collectively become rich.

This spirit and deeds are enough to describe an outstanding poverty alleviation cadre who moved Japan.

But one code equals one code.

Although Lin Xinyi was moved by Shimabukuro Kimi's deeds.

But now seeing this crazy scene of a large group of severely superstitious patients gathering together to engage in feudal superstition, he still instinctively felt disgusted despite his beliefs.

"Miss Shimabukuro did a good job."

"But no matter how good her acting is, the so-called 'longevity mother-in-law' looks like nothing more than an old woman wearing heavy makeup."

"These guys have clearly seen the ordinary appearance of Changshou Po, but they still believe that she is not a mortal."

Lin Xinyi could not help but criticize these superstitious tourists again:

"Are they stupid?"

"Of course they're not stupid."

"It's just too greedy."

Belmode responded unconsciously:

"Those old guys have enjoyed all the glory in the world but are still not satisfied. They also try to get their hands on the power of the gods and reverse the flow of time."

"No matter how ridiculous it is, as long as there is a slight possibility, they will try it at any cost."

"Even if those costs are"

She didn't know what she thought of, but her voice stopped suddenly.

Lin Xinyi couldn't read her mind.

But Belmod showed an uncharacteristic fragility, with a touch of sadness in his soft and deep eyes and calm and deep cheeks.

She looked down at the ignorant fanatic believers present, as if mocking or mocking herself:

"Everyone wants to live forever, just like the legendary eight hundred bhikkhunis."

"But these people only remember that the eight hundred bhikkhunis can live forever, but they selectively forget the pain and despair that this ability brought to the eight hundred bhikkhunis."

The legend of the Eight Hundred Bhikshunis is not a comic story.

Although she gained a long life by eating mermaid meat, she also deeply realized the vicissitudes of life, the impermanence of the world, and suffered in eternal loneliness.

Finally, after living for nearly 800 years, the eight hundred nuns returned to their hometown of Wakasa Country, entered the cave of Seyama alone, and died of a desolate hunger strike.

"This is the immortality they want."

After Belmode emotionally told the story of the eight hundred bhikkhunis, he couldn't help but sigh softly in Lin Xinyi's ear:

"So what if I get it."

"Is the feeling of immortality really as good as they imagine?"

"Of course!"

Lin Xinyi replied seriously:

"If immortality is not good, how can eight hundred nuns live to be 800 years old before they get tired of it?"

"You have lived for 800 years before you say that immortality is not good -"

“Isn’t this just like those rich Brahmin men who are already worth tens of billions, but they always say that they don’t love money at all and that making money makes them feel ‘painful’?”

"Are you pretending?"

Belmode: "."

She rolled her eyes helplessly:

"Those are two different things."

"Forget it. You can't understand this feeling."

"For a young man like you, living a long life might actually be a good thing."

"Why isn't it a good thing?"

Lin Xinyi faintly sensed a sense of pain and world-weariness in Belmod's words.

Thinking about the ending of the eight hundred bhikkhunis she just mentioned, it seemed to have some ominous metaphors.

So he comforted him in time:

"The suffering of the eight hundred bhikkhunis comes from loneliness."

"But now, teacher"

"You are not alone."

"You" Belmod's voice was stagnant.

She seemed a little surprised that Lin Xinyi could say such heart-warming words.

This isn't his usual style.

But it feels good.

Belmod's delicate eyebrows, which were slightly frowned, quietly relaxed.

On the delicate cheeks lingering with sadness, a smile appeared again unconsciously:

"It's so rare that you can still comfort people."

"Is it because that little girl is too difficult to take care of that your emotional intelligence has also been improved?"

"I" Lin Xinyi was a little embarrassed by the crowd.

But Belmode quickly restrained himself from this harmless joke.

Without waiting for his answer, she hummed softly:

"Thanks."

"you're right."

Belmod quietly took his arm, like a broken boat looking for a safe haven, and gently nestled on his shoulder:

"I'm not alone now."

Lin Xinyi could feel the heat coming from her soft body and smell the fragrance emanating from her loose silver hair, but this kind of close contact unexpectedly did not make people feel charming.

It just makes people feel warm and cozy, like family members clinging to each other for warmth.

"teacher"

Lin Xin shouted softly as soon as he realized it.

"Don't call me teacher."

Belmode looked up from his arms.

He said as if he was joking, but also as if he was looking forward to it seriously:

"You are the only family I have."

"Maybe you can call me."

She pursed her lips nervously and looked at Lin Xinyi expectantly.

"I see."

Lin Xinyi smiled back with explosive emotional intelligence.

Although this requirement is a bit excessive for a man who has both parents and a whole family,

But after all, he inherited the identity and relationship of the original owner. It's not like he couldn't feel that Belmod was so kind to him.

Not to mention that his current daily expenses are all provided by this woman, and his life safety is also protected by her - even if it is not a family, it is still a family.

Isn't it what he should do to satisfy her desire for family?

Then, Lin Xinyi gently held Belmode in his arms, turned his head and looked directly into her eyes with gentle eyes.

"Belmod."

"Actually, I have always treated you as mine."

"Huh?" Belmode hummed happily.

The sound was like a cat stretching lazily in the sun.

Then I heard Lin Xinyi say with great emotion:

"I have always regarded you as"

"My biological grandmother."

Belmode: "."

Her expression instantly stiffened.

Lin Xinyi was still asking carefully:

"In terms of age, it's about the same seniority, right?"

Belmode did not respond.

Click, click, click. It’s the sound of a fist becoming hard.

She instantly transformed into her own daughter Mao Lilan, and her whole body became violent:

“If you can’t speak, don’t speak—”

"Fool!!"

While Belmod interacted closely with Lin Xinyi.

Yuan Shan and Miss Ye on the side were also infected by the lively atmosphere of the festival.

Especially the moment when she saw her master's wife, Miss Chris, suddenly and passionately holding her master Lin Xinyi's arm and clinging to his shoulder intimately.

It seemed that the atmosphere of the entire festival had become romantic.

Yes, romantic.

Although this is a superstitious festival to seek immortality.

But I still felt a sense of romance with Miss Ye.

First of all, Mr. Lin Xinyi and Miss Chris's appearance is good enough.

When the two of them cuddled up to each other intimately under the bright night sky with fireworks blooming during the festival, they murmured softly, cheek to cheek.

No matter what they were actually talking about.

It doesn’t matter what event the festival fireworks were set off for.

In the eyes of outsiders, this handsome couple stood together so closely that every frame looked like they were in a romantic love movie.

Secondly, Yuan Shan and Ye were already thinking about falling in love.

For this kind of human in estrus, as long as there is love in the heart, the sea breeze from the bow of Titanic can be blown anywhere.

Not to mention it is the mermaid festival day to pray for immortality.

Even the Qingming Festival and the Hungry Ghost Festival can still be celebrated as Valentine’s Day.

Moreover, the theme of seeking immortality actually goes well with falling in love.

Doesn't longevity mean the longevity of love?

One has a long life, and the other has a long life. The two of them just want to live forever together and seek a good match.

"Hmm" and Miss Ye blushed more and more as they thought about it.

The intimate interaction between Miss Chris and her boyfriend on the side made her secretly envious, and at the same time she couldn't help but be encouraged.

"He Ye, be brave."

"Just like Miss Chrissy demonstrated."

Yuan Shan and Ye encouraged themselves secretly in their hearts:

It's rare that the atmosphere is good now.

There are also masters and masters who take the lead in giving demonstrations to the students.

It’s just the right time to rush out and boldly confess to Heiji!

The decision seemed sudden.

But it's not sudden at all.

Since the last time they vaguely communicated with each other at Mount Kumgang in Osaka, Ms. Ye and Ms. Ye have been working hard to find opportunities to pierce the last layer of window paper between them.

In these days, she has actually confessed her love more than once.

But every time she tries to confess, Hattori Heiji, who has an incredible emotional intelligence, will make some unexpected developments, so that she, who is already shy and nervous, fails again and again.

This is infuriatingly stupid.

In addition, Hattori Heiji always mentioned Maori Ran's name to attack her when teaching, so the relationship between the two became more and more tense.

But this contradiction is only superficial.

Deep down in her heart, Miss Heye still yearned extremely hard for her to be able to make love with her childhood sweetheart.

So, as soon as the atmosphere came up, she couldn't help but be moved.

"Ping, Pingci." He and Miss Ye mustered up their courage.

"Huh?" Hattori Heiji was slightly startled.

Before he could turn his head curiously, he felt a warmth coming from his arm:

The cute and shy girl clenched her teeth and stamped her feet, imitating the behavior of the master's wife, Miss Kris, and hugged his arm.

"He, He Ye."

Hattori Heiji blushed.

He also turned into a stutterer in an instant:

"What are you doing?"

"I" Toyama Heye felt nervous and his whole body was getting hot.

But I have learned to do such a bold move as holding someone's arm, and there is no turning back when I draw the bow, and I can't do it anymore if I don't confess.

"Heiji, I want to be with you"

"Learn what Miss Chrissy and Mr. Lin do."

She was too shy to say "I love you" directly.

But she used Lin Xinyi and Chris as an analogy, and what she wanted to express was naked enough.

"Heye, you, me."

Hattori Heiji was tongue-tied and his face was red.

You can tell by looking at this reaction.

Great, he understood me correctly this time!

Toyama Kazuha was so excited that his heart was beating fast. A picture of his warm life driving his children to college with the driver's license of "Hattori Kazuha" appeared in front of his eyes.

It’s rare that Hattori Heiji’s emotional intelligence is online!

He didn't misunderstand her confession, and he didn't make any other excuses.

The dawn of victory is just around the corner.

There won't be any problems this time, right?

Miss He and Ye, who risked everything to confess boldly, were nervously waiting for the result.

And just when the romance index between the two reached an all-time high.

Miss Chris on the side suddenly

"ha!"

A powerful over-the-shoulder throw.

It seemed like he was going to throw Lin Xinyi to the ground.

But because Lin Xin was too steady in his first set, the two became entangled together, like two secretly competing gladiators.

The previous intimate snuggles and hugs seemed to have become the starting stance of wrestling.

"This" Hattori Heiji breathed a long sigh of relief.

The tension was gone, and so was the romance.

"So that's it, Kazuya."

Hattori Heiji smiled happily:

"You also think festivals are boring."

"So you want to compete with me to pass the time?"

Toyama Kazuye: "."

"If you want to play 'arm wrestling', just say so."

"The atmosphere was so weird that I almost misunderstood."

Ms. Ye did not respond.

Click, click, click. It’s the sound of a fist becoming hard.