"Mr. Narita, do you really not need me to dance? If you want to watch the dance, ask our sister in the room to come over."

Yoko smiled and said: "Saori started to sell her unsold sister to us."

Saori chased after him and sat next to Narita Sheng. She twisted her waist to stick to him, hugged his arm, and said reluctantly: "Mr. Narita, okay? Just nod!"<

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Compared with her movements, her huge belt knot and her young body under her wide sleeves exude a youthful and moist atmosphere from shoulders to hips. Even Carune's golden signboard has to be said to be inferior to it.<

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The full and vivid aura on her body, together with the steaming heat, swept towards Narita Masaru, and at the same time, it involuntarily fell into Yoko's eyes. Narita Masaru held his breath.

He now knows that Yoko entrusted him with things for a reason. In just a short period of getting along, he felt the power of Saori. No matter how tired she was before work, as soon as she entered the working state, she

She is no longer herself, but an epitome of geisha culture.

If such a girl goes to Tokyo, she will probably be as popular as Yoko back then.

But in that place in Tokyo, people inside want to get out, but people outside want to get in. Whether it is a fire pit full of dangers, or a golden Eden, Narita Sheng himself can't tell. The choice lies in Saori's hands, he and Yoko want to

All he did was push her forward.

Saori attached herself to Narita Katsu and kept acting coquettishly, and her youthful yang energy rose up, firmly attracting Yoko's eyes, which caused her to develop jealousy or competitiveness, igniting a raging female passion.

Qingyan. But after all, the opponent is still young, and it is just a routine for Narita Sheng. Knowing that the two people in front of him are just acting on occasion, Yoko feels confused and has complicated emotions.

Just watching Narita Katsu being pulled down by Saori, Yoko sat alone in a daze for a while. Suddenly she couldn't bring herself to cheer up and began to think about it. She was scared and shy, and at the same time she felt that this call was strong and powerful.

The true nature that has been hidden deep inside my body for many years is about to be brought out.

"Yoko? Yoko?"

Narita Sheng shouted several times before Aomiya Yoko calmed down and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm just waiting for you to speak."

Yoko breathed a sigh of relief, her expression changed, and she took back her hesitant look. She clearly had something to say, but also knew that the time was not right. She tightly grasped the cuff of her sleeve with one hand and stroked it inch by inch. She thought silently.

After a while, Yoko finally said: "Then just listen to Shaori."

Narita Katsu didn't understand what was going on. He felt something was wrong with Yoko. Could it be because of the fierce internal fighting in Matsuba? But he was curious and wanted to know what she would do next, but Yoko immediately picked up the uchiwa fan.

, in this still cold spring, fan Narita Katsu to cool off, as if nothing had happened, like a docile house cat that has lost all its temper.

"That's so rude."

Saori fell to the ground, and then recruited another sister from their geisha house, Natsuko. Natsu played the shamisen, and Saori danced two or three dances for Yoko and Narita Katsu. Saori was indeed the most outstanding among Yoko's fellow juniors.

The first one, the dance was particularly superb, and Narita Katsura praised her repeatedly.

The few auspicious clouds on her belt seemed to be so light that they would fly into the sky. They were crisp, so elegant, and surprisingly beautiful.

After a while, it was just one song, and Narita Katsu also clapped along with Yoko and said: "Can Saori sing pop songs?"

Saori nodded and said: "Okay, I can also sing a little, but it's just at the level of karaoke."

When she was a child, she once studied singing for a period of time from street performers. When she was thinking of this, Narita Masaru said bluntly, "Saori, come with us to Tokyo."

Narita Sheng simply didn't want to beat around the bush, and Saori must have been aware of the purpose of their trip. It was obviously inappropriate to use polite words at this time.

Either working all day long with a person like Koike Satoshi who doesn't understand women and has no interest in women, or dealing with a versatile person like Aomiya Yoko. Narita Masaru is quite concerned about simple and stubborn people.

Of course, what is more important is her own talent.

"What embarrasses me is not going to Tokyo at all," Saori was saying, lowering her head and sniffing lightly two or three times.

"Tell me, is there anything else embarrassing? I will listen carefully and you will feel relaxed after you tell me."

At this time, Saori lost her sophistication and looked like an ordinary young woman. She felt coy for a while and then said: "If I go to Tokyo, my mood in Kyoto will be different. I have appeared in magazines and TV

After seeing Tokyo and photos of Ginza, I began to fantasize about what life would be like after retirement. But I can only say this, I don’t know if it will come true..."

Before she finished speaking, Saori fell to the ground. When Narita Sheng saw Yoko as if nothing had happened, he became more and more confused.

After a while, she seemed to have given up and wanted to interrupt the topic. She stood up and quickly walked out of the private room. Natsuko still sat on her knees, silently performing her duties as a geisha.

"What's wrong?" Narita Sheng clenched his right hand into a fist. He didn't know what to do now. He was originally ready to use his words to persuade Saori, but this time he came to nothing.

"It's okay." Yoko opened her red lips lightly and drank a glass of Japanese wine in a leisurely manner, with a crimson glow rising on her face.

Just as Narita Sheng was thinking about countermeasures, Saori seemed to have put away her tears and returned to the room again.

"I was rude just now."

"Come here."

Narita Sheng took another clean wine glass and filled it with wine, "How about a little drink?"

Shazhi did not refuse.

"If something happens, just discuss it with me. Yoko-san and I are both here, you are not alone."

After the words fell, she grasped his sleeves with both hands, swaying from side to side and begging desperately, "I also want to follow you to Tokyo, but I don't have Dan Na's care..."

Danna?

Narita Katsu frowned at first, then looked at Saori calmly and objectively.

After supplementing his knowledge about geishas with Yoko, he knew a little bit about it. "Dana" is the name geishas call their sponsors, and it can also be understood as the unwritten "husband". Geishas never get married, so

She will not spend the night with any man unless she is particularly interested in a particular man.

If this man also likes her, he will become her Danna, bear part of the geisha's debts, and cover her monthly cosmetics, tuition fees, medical expenses and a series of living expenses. Of course, this man also has some

Privilege.

Today, the original meaning of Danna has acquired some new connotations with the changes of the times. When geishas from Kyoto and Osaka go to Tokyo, they will specially invite a native Tokyo person to be their Danna, so that they can

Help them better integrate into the Tokyo environment.

If you want to make money in this industry, especially in Tokyo, a place where you are unfamiliar with, you still have to have a bachelor, otherwise you will be like a wild cat left on the street begging for food.

This is a transaction between you and me. You have to pay something, and everyone just gets what they need.

At this moment, Narita Sheng finally understood why Yoko asked him to do this. She knew that he was not the kind of person who would act on his temper when others were in danger. Although he was not the chairman of company A or the councilor of district B, at least he was

Under his protection, Yoko's junior sisters can avoid many bad things.

Hearing Saori mention the dan thing so skillfully, Narita Katsu felt a little complicated. She was not young, after all, she was also in the geisha trade, the kind of "don't worry, even in Tokyo, you can meet a good person"

, I will definitely be a virtuous wife in the future,” Narita Masaru couldn’t say it.

"Alas," he sighed.

"What do you think, Katsu-kun?" Yoko, who had been silent tonight, ignored Saori and asked Narita Katsu.

Yoko, who had the same experience, naturally saw through the inappropriate thoughts in the hearts of these geisha who were about to retire. She not only hoped that her fellow geisha could be treated well, but was also jealous that they might hide under the wings of Narita Masaru in the future. At first

She didn't want to waste a "favor ticket", but she couldn't bear to see her fellow disciples follow her own path, which would be too difficult.

In addition to some perceptual factors, Narita Masaru's belief that the economy was about to take off infected Yoko, and she gradually realized that the declining geisha could still use her residual energy to help her make a fortune.

However, once you move from the quaint and traditional Kyoto to the rapidly changing Tokyo, even a geisha will inevitably be unreasonably harmed by the times. On the one hand, Yoko is eager to strengthen herself, on the other hand, she is worried about her fellow juniors. In this way

The conflict in her heart forced her to ask Narita Masaru for help.

"How about I think about it?"
Chapter completed!