Chapter 217: Twilight Snow Song
At one o'clock in the afternoon of the next day, the group arrived in Zermatt by train. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ γ ο½ο½ο½ο½
E1 was listless all the way, and Z2 couldn't help but poke him, "You've all gotten out of the car, haven't you woken up yet?"
"It's not like he didn't wake up. Wan Guohou said with a playful smile, "He was annoyed that he couldn't talk to Lori in person." β
Z2 blinked, dazed.
"Didn't he save a little Lori in the bank yesterday? He promised to treat people to chocolate ice cream for a week. I just arranged for someone to do this, and I guess I fulfilled his promise. Wan Guohou patiently explained.
"But I didn't show up, what if the little girl forgot about me, what if she thought someone else had invited her to eat?" E1 scratched his hair in frustration.
Everyone laughed. "You're really worrying, Master Hou must have asked someone to put a picture of you on every ice cream. Beatrizzi smiled.
"Can that guy still eat?" exclaimed Z2.
The crowd laughed.
"Yes, Master Hou, where are we staying at night?" asked Thiago a little excitedly, "I haven't lived here yet, but I've skied twice." β
βHotel-Riffelalp-Resort-2222mγ Wan Guohou said, "This is very good." β
"This one seems to be very expensive. Beatrizzi pulled down her beanie hat to cover her frozen, red ears, "I heard it costs more than 3,000 Swiss francs a night." β
Thiago patted his chest, "It must have been Master Hou who invited us, right? It can't be AA, right?"
Wan Guohou smiled slightly, "Let's go, let's go take the cable car." β
Z2 was visiting Zermatt for the first time and he felt very fresh. "Master Hou, why don't we come by car?" he said, looking around, "Hey, why can't you even see the car?"
Wan Guohou replied: "Because this town is not allowed to drive." Even if you are traveling by car, you have to park your car in a designated place, and after entering the town, you can only take a battery car or a sightseeing car. β
"I see. Z2 nodded convincingly, "It's romantic." He stretched, "Skiing girls must have a lot of long legs." β
"You like long-legged girls too?" Thiago was stunned, "Are you going to rob me?"
"Come here!" Z2 smiled slyly, "Don't say anything else, look at the head, the girl will choose me too!" He was tall and proud of it.
"What's the use of being tall!" Thiago pouted, "The girl is choosing a boyfriend, not looking for a ladder!"
This sentence caused everyone to laugh wildly, especially E1, who coughed with laughter. When he finally got his way, he said excitedly: "Thiago, you finally said something useful!"
Wan Guohou watched them jokingly and bickering, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. He did not participate, not because he was reserved, but because he, an ill-fated man, had long forgotten how to release his emotions. He looked out the window, and the Matterhorn was like a giant triangular pyramid, pointing straight to the sky.
It's January, and the thick snow is like a cotton, decorating the Matterhorn with extraordinary beauty. At 4,478 metres above sea level, this mountain is not only the pride of the Alps, but also one of Switzerland's most heart-wrenching snow-capped mountains.
βMatterhornοΌCervinγ Wan Guohou whispered its name in English and French. A bird that is not afraid of the cold flutters its wings, flying proudly between the blue sky and the snow-capped mountains, and its elegant posture somehow reminds him of the falling moon. His heart moved, and he realized that he was missing this woman.
A smile swept across the corners of his mouth.
An hour later, a group of people changed into ski suits and goggles, and they stood in the snow on their snowboards, ready to go. "Let's race, the finish line is the lowest cable car station. Wan Guohou smiled and said, "Whoever is last will sing to everyone by the pool tonight!"
As soon as the words fell, E1 flew out like a rocket.
Z2 laughed, "This guy is scared to sing. But no one picked him up, and Thiago, Beatrizi, and the others had already set off one after another.
"Let's go, man. Fabrizio kindly touched him with his elbow, "Singing is a small thing, and singing by the pool doesn't mean you have to sing in a swimsuit?"
Before Z2 could react, Fabrizio vanished.
Z2 shouted in hindsight, "Mom, wait for me!"
The moment he stepped on the snow, Wan Guohou suddenly felt that he had become younger. It was as if he was no longer a mature man with a heavy load, but an ignorant boy in his teens, gliding carefree over the boundless white fields.
It was two o'clock in the afternoon, and the winter sun was like a dream. The steep slopes are full of snow-covered pine trees, but the snow and ice do not wilt them, but activate their vigorous vitality.
The wind in his ears was whistling, and it kept drilling into his headphones. His eyes were full of fairytale snow, and the wind whistled and blew, raising soft snow foam that fell on him like frosting on the surface of a cake.
He glided through a C-turn and then switched his feet at the same time to deftly complete a parallel turn. He couldn't help but laugh, and after the corner, he sped up, and his heart beat faster.
Wan Guohou lowered his body, and the blade rubbed against the snow, making a pleasant sound, which made his mood even more pleasant. He forgot the disturbances of the world, forgot the miserable and bleak past, forgot the intrigue step by step, at this moment, he seemed to be a snowflake between heaven and earth, just caring about flying freely in this spotless white world.
This is the easiest way to fly, no wings, no flying machines, just a pair of skis to soar through the fantasy land of ice and snow.
"Master Hou!" Fabrizio shouted from afar, "down there's the cable car station, come on!"
Wan Guohou immediately sped up and slid away, he didn't want to be the last one.
When everyone slid to their destination, Wan Guohou counted the number of people. "How can there be one less?" he asked.
"I'm coming!" E1 panicked. He took off his goggles and asked, "What am I?"
The crowd burst into laughter. "Congratulations on your swimsuit solo!" Z2 said with a wink, his face covered in the snow that hadn't had time to melt.
"No, it doesn't count!" E1 yelled, "I haven't skied in a long time, I'm not very skilled, you can't blame me!"
"Willing to gamble and lose, good. Beatrizzi blinked, "It's been a long time since we've skied, and we're all the same." β
"Damn!" E1 shouted in disappointment, "I'm the last one, I'm the first to go!"
"Skills are not as good as people, we have to admit it. Fabrizio thumped him, "Let's go, go eat something good, you're all thin into ribs." β
"I'm not skinny, it's you ......who is fat," E1 muttered, reluctantly walking towards the gondola.
Wan Guohou booked a five-star hotel at an altitude of 2,222 meters, consisting of a number of cozy cabins.
"Roast chicken!" E1 said excitedly, holding his fork, "I feel like I can eat a whole one by myself!" Everyone sat at a huge dining table, the fireplace burning brightly.
"Eat openly. Wan Guohou smiled and said, "There are only our guests in the hotel, even if you vomit, no outsiders will see your embarrassment." β
"That's good. Federico said with emotion, "We were lucky not to be disturbed and to be able to relax completely." β
"Stupid. Beatrizzi glared at him, "Obviously, the Hou Ye has chartered the hotel." β
"What do I say......" Federico embarrassedly picked up a small piece of sausage and stuffed it into his mouth to hide his embarrassment.
"Master Hou, I want to ask you a question. Fabrizio looked at Wan Guohou and asked, "Is that okay?"
Wan Guohou made a "please" gesture.
"Did you decide to save Sergio because of Saionji Kuniaki?" asked Fabrizio cautiously.
Wan Guohou laughed, "My God, are the smartest Italians in the world concentrated in this room?"
This sentence amused everyone, and Fabrizio couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that Wan Guohou acquiesced. "Master Hou, we have also been staring closely at Xiyuan Temple Guozhao since then. β
"Isn't that guy alive and well now?" E1 interjected, "I heard that he returned home, and it seems that the CIA has found the murderer, and he is relieved." β
"But he doesn't show up now, and he quit his job at the Ministry of Defense. Thiago said, "Master Hou, we later sent a few more people to Tokyo to keep an eye on it, but we never found any movement in Xiyuan Temple, and he seems to be very shocked." β
"And how does he make a living?" Z2 asked, surprised, "by his parents?"
"His parents are long gone, and his closest relative is Ying Si Zongwu, after all, it is his own uncle. Thiago said, "It should be Eagle Si Zongwu who is helping him, right?"
"Help?" E1 sneered, "He's wearing Vacheron Constantin and lives in Villa Platinum Terrace, and you told me he wants someone to help?"
"Don't interrupt. Fabrizio said, "I'll talk to the Hou Ye about business." He looked at Wan Guohou, "I guess you also know the other identity of Xiyuan Temple. β
Wanguo Hou bowed, "Xiyuan Temple Guozhao is the nephew of Xiyuan Temple Xue Hui. β
"Saionji Snow Painting?" Z2 looked dazed, "This name is so familiar, I seem to know it?"
"It's Kujo Yuki-e, and Saionji is her maiden name. Wan Guohou said lightly.
"Ah, the wife of Haruki Kujo who has passed away for many years. Z2 exclaimed, "I remember." β
Wan Guohou took a small sip of wine slowly, and then said: "However, I didn't expect that Xiyuan Temple Guozhao would later withdraw from the 'pro-American faction'. β
"Maybe it's a temporary shelter. Fabrizio pondered, "It's not very strange for people in politics to go from day to night. β
"You're right. "Wan Guo Hou bowed," the Xiyuan Temple family is very interesting, especially like to marry Americans. Saionji Yukie's mother is of mixed Chinese and American descent, and Saionji Kuniaki's mother is also of mixed Chinese and American descent. β
"Political marriage, right?" asked Thiago, who had eaten for a long time, interjected.
"Possibly. Wan Guohou pondered for a few seconds, "This explains why Kujo Harumi would marry a woman who is 12 years younger than himself. Because the Xiyuansi family has a deep 'pro-American' background, and he, as the head of a military industrial enterprise, must consider the way out of the enterprise. In other words, he needs a 'pro-American' umbrella. β
"Most of the Neon Nation's weapons are imported from the United States, right?" asked Z2.
"Yes. Fabrizio swallowed the Valais black mutton in his mouth and said, "Especially high-end weapons, almost all of the high-end equipment of the Neon Nation comes from the United States. The U.S. has been grasping the strategic trends of the Neon Nation for many years through the Japan-U.S. Security Treaty, military bases, and arms exports. In fact, the 'anti-American' faction of the Neon Country has criticized this many times, and Mitsumasa Kitazawa is one of them. He has said more than once that the United States is using the 'Japan-US alliance' to grab wealth from the neon countries. β
Wan Guohou smiled slightly, "I remember that the United States has a mandatory rule that the Air Self-Defense Force fighter group of the Neon Country must be imported from the United States. β
"Yes. "That's why the 'anti-Americans' hate the Eagle Si Sowu gang to the core, thinking that they, together with the United States, are making 'arms money' from the neon country." β
"In this way, Kujou Harunomi's situation is really embarrassing. Wan Guohou said with a smile, "It stands to reason that he should support his wife's maiden family." However, whether it is Xiyuan Temple, McCarthy, or Eagle Si Zongwu, they are all advocating the import of American weapons. The government's imports of U.S. weapons are also restricting the export of Neon Nation weapons, which is really not good news for the 'Buren Society'. β
Fabrizio drank a glass of wine, then said with a smile: "Master Hou, it's really easy to talk to a smart person like you. β
E1 scratched his curly hair, and then he reacted, "You mean, Kujou Harumi and Saionji...... Not to deal with?"
"It's not just that we can't deal with it!" said Fabrizio, "we just discovered something a while ago, and before we could tell you, it just so happened that Hou Ye was here today." He cleared his throat, "Although the Saionji Kuniaki lives in a simple place, he has recently gone out of the door. The place he went to was Kumamoto. β
Wan Guohou's eyes lit up, "Did he go to visit Morita?"
"Probably. "Because we also found one thing in our investigation, Morita's adoptive father is the cousin of Takaji Sotake. β
"Haha. E1 laughed, "No wonder, we didn't think in this direction at all in the first place, who wanted his surname Morita?"
"His adoptive father's surname is Morita. "It's normal for cousins to have different surnames, but we missed that before. β
"Interesting. Wan Guohou touched his beard, "Kujou Harumi's nephew visited his enemy's family, and this enemy family has a little relationship with his nephew. After speaking, Wan Guohou drank all the wine in the cup.
He glanced at his watch, "Dinner is almost over, friends, let's go to the outdoor pool for a while, dear E1 is going to play a solo for us." β
"Friendship lasts forever. Z2 said mischievously. The crowd burst into laughter, and the joyous laughter seemed to break through the glass windows and reach the distant sky.