The president's car drove through the rain, and it rained all day in Tokyo.

The promise is good on the outside, and the spirit has long since turned into a puddle of mud, staring out the window...

in the memories of hard promises

On the outskirts of Tokyo, Nagano Manor.

Nagano Manor greeted the guests from afar in the same condition as last time, promising that if Hirohiko Nagano wanted a pit of terracotta warriors when he was buried in the future, these "Yamaguchi-gumi" could directly stand in a row and ensure that the standing posture was upright.

"The banquet is in the main hall, please go this way. Junichiro Takeda dismissed the local housekeeper who posted it and whispered, and stepped forward to lead the way.

If you eat sushi again, I'll break up your friendship!

"Today's lunch is prepared by the chef of the manor, especially after the banquet of the two of them in China. "Hirohiko Nagano has always been elegant and generous.

Sure enough, you still don't want to break off your friendship with me~ promised to work hard in the next second to strangle this way of thinking to Shaomu-style in the cradle.

I don't know how many times I've eaten this kind of unlucky ceremonial banquet with skin and meat without smiling, and half-full and talking. After you asked me to give way, Junichiro Takeda led them to the side hall.

"I'm going to enter the Nagano Building soon to officially sign the follow-up terms and conditions, so let's check the amount of resources invested with the previous terms today. Hirohiko Nagano stepped forward with his right hand and instructed Ling Minghe to look at a large table in the center of the hall and a mountain of papers.

Is it accurate to the birth, old age, sickness and death of each gun... Why can there be so many...

Ling Ming opened one of them and began to pretend to check it, promising to pick one as well, turning the first page...

"Tube retracting, rifling, corner wrapping......"

Since the memory fragments of the parties are disordered from this part, it is impossible to recover the situation after that, and the only thing that can be summarized is that the technical terminology is ahhh!!hh

"If it wasn't for the problem with my car, there would be no need to bother Miss Shimizu and Hayakawa-kun to send me off on the return trip. However, I should give you two first. Hirohiko Nagano humbly conceded in the passenger seat.

"Originally, I went to Mr. Nagano's house first, so since I was on the way, I didn't have to be rigid about etiquette. Isn't it, Takeda?" promised that since the spirit of the day had already been extinguished, this two-person group of helping each other naturally came out on top today.

"Yes. Because of the temporary addition of Hirohiko Nagano, the genuine driver was thrown back into the reserve fleet, and Junichiro Takeda became the new road leader.

The president's car stopped in front of a small three-story building, and Hirohiko Nagano was the first to get out of the car, and the three of them also came out to salute and say goodbye, and each went back to his home.

"Click!" the door to Hirohiko Nagano's house suddenly opened.

If it was Ling Ming's mother, it should be like this. Memory doesn't have much to do in terms of face recognition, and I think that probably women of this style are a little related to each other.

"Chiyuki?!" Hirohiko Nagano showed a rare expression of surprise, but immediately began to round the field, "Oh, to introduce you, this is my wife, Chiyuki Mochizuki." Chiyuki, this is Miss Aya Shimizu, Mr. Nobu Hayakawa, my guest. ”

Qianxue Mochizuki was dressed quite homely, but very decently, and when she nodded politely with Ling Ming and Promise, the three of them all had a wonderful feeling.

There aren't many Japanese women who can grow so tall. Promise recalled in my heart more than ten years of understanding Japan.

"I made the soup, Hirohiko. Would you like to come in and take a break?" Mochizuki Chiyuki's invitation seemed to have an indescribable charm, and even the promise that he was bent on going back to improve the three views changed his mind.

Hirohiko Nagano's expression was wonderful for some reason, "So, how about the two of you also try Chiyuki's craftsmanship?"

"Ah, it's hard to be gracious. The four of them put this little episode on the throne of the main quest.

Junichiro Takeda tugged at Hirohiko Nagano's clothes, and Hirohiko Nagano motioned for him to be silenced.

"Goji berries... Pork rib soup..."The sensitivity of the promise's little nose is a little high, "Are the Japanese really big husbands making this kind of soup..."Hirohiko Nagano and Junichiro Takeda seemed to walk a little slowly, promising to let go of their courage and muttered in Ling Ming's ear.

Ling Ming once again strongly despised his actions, although the expression on his face was not quite normal.

"Qianxue is a mixed-race Chinese. Hirohiko Nagano came up and said, "That's why I usually like to make some Chinese soup." ”

"Oh. Ling Ming nodded approvingly, and the feeling in his heart was a little subtle.

"If Qianxue's craftsmanship is tasted by the chefs of Chinese restaurants, I'm afraid they will be ashamed of themselves. Ling Ming's praise promised +1, which is completely the legendary "grandmother's taste".

"It's just that I like to do it, and it's too much. Chiyuki Mochizuki smiled and helped everyone add soup.

After drinking the soup, the atmosphere was hot, everyone chatted, and Hirohiko Nagano came to promise, "Chiyuki said that there have been no girls chatting with for a long time, so I borrowed Miss Shimizu for a while, Hayakawa-kun doesn't mind, right?"

"Girls talk to each other, rightfully so. Promise stared at what Hirohiko Nagano was doing, and his temples jumped.

"Then Hongyan also borrowed Hayakawa-kun, this is the last bottle of okra wine in our family, and I haven't added it too much recently, I hope Hayakawa-kun is not a person who drinks a thousand cups. Hirohiko Nagano said, leading the promise to the roof.

"Of course not. The promise clearly saw that it was a bottle of liquor, and I couldn't help but feel sad in my heart, don't all Japanese drink sake... And his real body seems to be a minor, and the beer has to be weighed, and the liquor is directly poured down.

Hirohiko Nagano's roof had a balcony full of flowers and plants, and he sat down on the steps from the house to the balcony with a promise and began to open the bottle.

Rooftops, starry nights, breezes, lights of thousands of homes, something will always happen on such a night... Promise thinks so.