"Talking about me, is it really fake?" Miss Yan looked at Li Yadong with interest.

Li Yadong subconsciously touched his nose and said, "It should be true." ”

In exchange, Miss Yan rolled her eyes, and turned her head to look at Brother Shengli, "Shengli? ”

After smiling, he then looked at the Qi family brothers and greeted, "Ah Long and Ah Hu, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

"Yes, Sister Yan, long time no see. The two of them laughed.

Brother Shengli looked at Miss Yan without leaving a trace, and felt that this woman was not simple, and she deserved to be the boss's woman.

"Let's go, dinner is ready at home, just wait for you to go back. ”

Miss Yan said, leading them out of the terminal gate.

"Home?" Li Yadong smiled slightly, but he didn't inquire carefully, there was a faint substitution, what kind of home did Miss Yan have for him in Japan.

The car was parked in the underground garage, and naturally it was a Range Rover, a total of two, one black and one white.

In the future, Li Yadong will go to any slightly more developed country in the world, there should be no need to rent a car or buy a car, the Land Rover dealer system in Europe and the United States has been relatively perfect, and now the system in Southeast Asia is also gradually improving.

Even on the Russian side, now that the Soviet Union has collapsed, his car business will slowly develop.

As the sun sets, cars slowly drive through the congested streets of Tokyo, and the scenes on both sides do not seem to be much different from Li Yadong's memories ten years later.

The same is a forest of high-rise buildings, one next to the other, giving people a very crowded feeling, some high-rise landscape lights and signboards have been lit up, neon bright.

Although I don't want to admit it, I have to admit that the Japanese benzene economy in this era far exceeds that of China, at least for decades.

For example, every time he goes to the capital, Li Yadong doesn't feel the breath of the times, but more of the ancient cultural heritage, and now he is on the streets of Tokyo, and he can well experience what an international metropolis is.

Even in Hong Kong, there are many old tube buildings and low-rent houses in this era, but on the streets of Tokyo, you can't even feel the slightest feeling of dirtiness.

It's as clean as New York.

The car drove all the way away from the city, and the bustle and hustle and bustle behind it became farther and farther away.

"In the suburbs?"

"yes. Miss Yan nodded and said: "The city of Tokyo is too noisy, I don't like it very much, rent a yard in the suburbs, the price is cheap, and the air is fresh." ”

is in line with Miss Yan's personality and temperament, Li Yadong doesn't care, he doesn't have the desire to make up for the old days.

The traffic construction in Tokyo is very good, even in the suburbs, the roads are well-connected in all directions, and they are not blocked, and at this time it is already dark, and the scenery outside is not very clear.

The car seemed to pass through an orchard or some other farming plantation, and then arrived at a small village.

The village is very small, and judging by the lights, there are only about twenty or thirty households.

In front of one of the largest houses with a courtyard in the middle of the village, the car slowly stopped.

"This is it. Miss Yan motioned for Li Yadong to get out of the car.

It is an antique one-story courtyard, and the gate is still the old-fashioned folio red lacquered wooden door, which reminds Li Yadong of his courtyard in the capital.

But there is also a big difference.

The most intuitive feeling is that it is low, the height of the gate is estimated to be less than two meters, like the height of the Qi brothers and Brother Shengli, you have to pay a little attention to the top of your head when you cross the threshold, you can't jump, and you will hit it when you jump.

But then again, most of the Japanese people are relatively short, and after World War II, due to various factors, such as a large number of American troops stationed in Japan, better imported milk and bread, etc., there was a large increase, and as early as the Edo period, the average height of adult Japanese men was about 148-151, and women were even shorter.

Even now, people who are more than 1.8 meters old are rare in Japan, and the height of Brother Shengli and the Qi family brothers, if they stand in front of a Japanese girl, they are proper giants, and it is not easy to say whether their heads can reach their armpits.

Surprisingly, the gate was not locked, and the inside was brightly lit.

"Got a maid?"

"It's not please, the landlord Shimizu's family still lives here, only occupies a side courtyard, and they are responsible for our food, which is paid together in the rent. Miss Yan replied with a smile.

Living with Xiao Riben, or is it a family? Li Yadong couldn't help frowning.

"If you like it, buy it, why live with them?"

"Why do you buy it?" Miss Yan said angrily: "Now the land price in Tokyo has been falling, and if you buy it, you will lose money, and you can't spend it like this even if you have money." Also, I know that most Chinese have a hatred of Japan, but no matter where they are, there are still good people, and the Qingshui family is an honest fruit farmer, with no bad intentions, and is very friendly to others. Other than that...... Forget it, you'll find out when you'll see it later. ”

Li Yadong was also helpless, and was dragged into the yard by Miss Yan.

The yard is really not small, there are a lot of flowers and plants planted against the wall, and there is even a small pavilion copied from China by the cliff, red lacquer columns, cornices and tiles.

At this moment, in the middle of the courtyard, there are four people standing, two old and two young.

It seems to be a combination of grandfather, grandmother, grandson, and granddaughter, but I haven't seen the middle generation.

The old man had dark skin and wrinkles on his face, and he felt that he was an authentic farmer, but there was a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, which gave people a very awkward feeling.

The old lady's face is also quite old, but her skin is still fair, and she actually wears makeup, quite light makeup, only the lip color is slightly redder, but she looks kind.

The grandson was a little boy about ten years old, with a tiger's head, who had just taken a bath, and his short wet hair stood on top of his head like a steel needle.

What is eye-catching is the granddaughter, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with shoulder-length short hair, black and shiny, delicate and fair face, is a very ancient physiognomy, pulled to play the ancient concubine without makeup, she is wearing a red and white kimono at the moment, but Li Yadong feels how she can change into Chinese Tang costume or Hanfu, in order to better set off her innate uniqueness.

"Hello. ”

Seeing Li Yadong and his entourage walking in from outside the house, the four of them bowed in unison, speaking in Chinese, but not very authentic.

"Mr. Shimizu has a heart. Miss Yan smiled and said that she still taught these simple Chinese sentences.

Xiao Fang on the side translated in a timely manner.

"You're okay too. Li Yadong smiled and nodded, this family is really not very offensive.

"Mr. Shimizu, this is the Mr. Li I introduced to you, my boss. ”

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