Beichuan Si was going to visit Tsukishima Risa, but since Shen Gu Mirai still had so personal matters to attend to, she did not accompany him this ti.
Beichuan Si returned to Bunkyo District and took about ten minutes to walk to Tsukishima Risa’s house.
The day had already passed halfway, and it was now a little past three o’clock.
Beichuan Si rang the doorbell.
A series of rapid footsteps was heard, and Tsukishima Ling i, dressed in ho attire, opened the door and ca out.
Her eyes lit up upon seeing Beichuan Si, "Mr. Beichuan has co over."
"Aunt Tsukishima," Beichuan Si nodded and greeted Tsukishima Ling i.
The young man still had that indifferent expression, really giving off a sense of solid reliability.
Ever since Beichuan Si had awakened Tsukishima Risa, Tsukishima Ling i had inquired about the Beichuan Family from her daughter.
For the ti being, only Beichuan Si and Beichuan Huili were at the Beichuan Family, as Beichuan’s mother was often away.
Tsukishima Ling i had been wanting to visit the Beichuan Family, but because Beichuan Si had gone on a long trip to Ibaraki Prefecture so ti ago, and later Tsukishima Sen had co ho, the visit had been put on hold.
So when she heard yesterday that Beichuan Si was thinking of coming over to their house again, she was also very happy.
After all, he was the savior who had saved her precious daughter.
Although the other party sought neither gratitude nor reward, she definitely could not let him suffer any loss.
"Please co in," Tsukishima Ling i stepped aside and welcod Beichuan Si into the house.
The Tsukishima Family’s house was as tidy as ever, and in this regard, Tsukishima Ling i, a full-ti wife, was also very responsible.
"Mr. Beichuan, please have so tea," Tsukishima Risa brought over the tea cup at just the right mont.
Beichuan Si held the tea cup in his hand and took a sip, "Thank you."
"Lisha, go upstairs and call your father," Tsukishima Ling i walked up from behind and took the tray from Tsukishima Risa’s hands.
With such a distinguished guest, how could the head of the household be absent?
"Yes," Tsukishima Risa nodded.
Beichuan Si was also a bit curious.
He wondered what kind of person Tsukishima Sen, who had raised such a well-read and sensible daughter, could be.
He spoke with Tsukishima Ling i sparingly, and although his tone was a bit cold, Tsukishima Ling i knew that this was simply Beichuan Si’s character, and he was also engaging in conversation with her, not allowing the atmosphere to cool down.
That was already quite comndable.
Moreover, this young man had a quality of humility and maturity regardless of who he faced.
Tsukishima Ling i was very satisfied.
At that mont, a steady middle-aged male voice descended from the stairs,
"Ling i, I presu the young man before you is Mr. Beichuan?"
Beichuan Si looked toward the voice, only to see a middle-aged man with a ruddy complexion and wheat-colored skin, wearing a robe, slowly walking down.
The man had a black stubble and short hair.
Tsukishima Sen looked more like a retired athlete than an author.
"Sen! I’ve told you! When we have an important guest, how can you co down wearing your robe!" Tsukishima Ling i chided.
"What does it matter? Both Mr. Beichuan and I are n."
"And there is an old Chinese saying: ’The gentleman is frank and open, the villain is always fretting.’ Both Mr. Beichuan and I are gentlen, so why hide or be evasive in front of Mr. Beichuan?"
Tsukishima Sen laughed softly, asking nonchalantly.
At this ti, he displayed a hint of scholarliness.
Tsukishima Risa trotted over to Beichuan Si and whispered in his ear, "Mr. Beichuan, my father particularly loves ancient Chinese culture and enjoys studying it too, so please don’t mind if you don’t understand so of the things he says sotis."
Particularly loves Chinese culture? Enjoys studying it? And worried that I might not understand it?
Beichuan Si’s expression turned slightly odd, but he still turned around and replied, "Gentlen seek no petty profits, Aunt Tsukishima need not worry about such trivial matters."
"Uh...?" Tsukishima Ling i blinked, her mouth opening then closing.
So Beichuan Si was also fond of these difficult-to-understand ancient texts?
"Oh?" Tsukishima Sen, who had walked over, showed a surprised expression, "Mr. Beichuan, do you also share my love for China’s ancient cultural history?"
Confronted with this question, Beichuan Si could only nod:
"I have studied it."
"Indeed, you are the young man who saved my daughter. No wonder Ling i has such high praise for you," Tsukishima Sen complinted, finding Beichuan Si more and more admirable.
Beichuan Si sat upright with a gaze that didn’t waver during conversation, and his speech carried an innate sense of stability, unlike many young people nowadays who are often impetuous.
Most importantly, the other party shared his interests and hobby.
This addition made all the difference.
"It is Aunt Tsukishima who has overpraised ."
"I’ve also heard about you from Risa, I’m very grateful for your saving her. I had planned to visit in the next few days, but I didn’t expect Mr. Beichuan to take the initiative to co here," Tsukishima Sen spoke not too stern or traditional, his conversation also carried a bit of humor.
He continued, "First, let apologize for not having visited you sooner."
Tsukishima Sen gave Beichuan Si a slight bow.
This man truly did not sweat the small stuff, but when it ca to matters of principle, he also directly apologized to a younger person without hesitation.
From this, one could also see his sincere way of treating people.
Such people generally do not lack friends.
With this thought in mind, Beichuan Si no longer hesitated and got straight to the point,
"Actually, this ti my initiative in coming here is also to seek Uncle Tsukishima’s assistance with sothing."
"If there’s anything I can help with, I will certainly do so," hearing this, Tsukishima Sen put away his smile, adopting a more serious expression.
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