Inside Narita Airport, a teenager with long hair casually sits in front of a public piano with a nonchalant expression, and his slender ten fingers play flexibly on the black and white keys, which is as pleasing to the eye as a ballet dancer. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

What's even more striking is the continuous sound of the piano floating out of the piano, giving people an immersive feeling, like a beautiful encounter under the starry sky cherry blossom tree, beautiful and fascinating.

Whether it is the people waiting for the plane, the people who have just stepped off the plane, or the staff inside the airport, they can't help but stop and listen, and the touching sound of the piano magically calms the impatience, sadness, anger and all the ups and downs in everyone's hearts.

It is as if the sea with strong waves and clouds will become sunny and calm at this moment, and the gentle waves will wash the soul, as if returning to the arms of a mother.

The slender fingers seemed to caress the skin of the lover, and the smooth silk gently landed on the white and flat keys and paused, and the last gentle and comfortable note passed in all directions, lasting for a long time.

The aftermath lingered, and it didn't stop for three days.

However, no matter how beautiful the sound is, there will eventually be a moment when it fades and disappears, and the guests who stopped in the airport have woken up from the beauty of that ideology, and after being dazed, they all cheered for the performers, and then they were disappointed to find that the performers had disappeared at some point.

・・・

Kashber had a smile on his face that rarely changed, and looked at Wakaba, who had an indifferent dusty breath in front of him, and said in that frivolous tone:

"It's an amazing skill, is Japan such a magical country?"

"Heh, your first time in Japan?"

Wakaba folded his hands and chuckled, looking at Kashber, as if he had seen something open and let go, and there was no such hostility in his heart, he was very calm.

Kashber and Chekita were both keenly aware of Wakaba's changes, and they couldn't help but be amazed at Wakaba's growth.

Chequita was wearing black short-sleeved trousers, high heels, and short hair that looked very capable, and people who didn't know thought it was the CEO. She looked at Wakaba, who was already about the same height as herself, and sighed, obviously she was a little radish head before.

Chekita stood behind Kashber and waved his hand to Wakaba:

"Misha, Beli Kasper, how is campus life in Japan?"

"Miss Chequita. ”

Wakaba shrugged his shoulders when he heard this, half joking and half serious:

"It's a great place to retire. ”

From the moment they pick up a knife and gun to kill people, they are destined to be unable to return to the lives of ordinary people, and no matter how well they are disguised, they can't change that they are a group of aliens who can kill people without changing their faces.

They are out of place with ordinary people, and they are very suitable in chaotic places, such as Japan and the Celestial Empire, which are peaceful and strictly regulated, and they are the most suitable for retirement.

Chequita smiled dumbly.

Kashbo nodded seriously and smiled:

"So, it's a good place, but are you going to let us talk here all the time?"

"Why, come with me. ”

Wakaba chuckled and walked out with Kashber and his party, and the convoy for the pick-up and drop-off had already been arranged.

・・・

Kashber looked at the gang who brought slices of meat and vegetables, and then exited the door in an orderly manner, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said in surprise:

"Although I knew from the headquarters that you had taken on a gangster, I thought you were just playing, but now it seems to be serious?"

"No, it's just play. ”

Wakaba sat casually on the tatami mat, stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a piece of marbled beef slices as thin as cicada wings, soaked them in the boiling spicy hot pot, and took out the slices of meat that turned into white in an instant.

Dip it in the dipping sauce and put it in your mouth, and the firm texture of the beef blends with the spicy flavor of the base and the mellow aroma of sesame peanut butter.

Wakaba felt that Japanese hot pot was not as pure and orthodox as the Celestial Empire, but the taste was not bad, so I liked it very much.

With a breath of white air, Wakaba looked at the motionless Cushber and said:

"It's a shame not to try Japanese food. ”

"You've changed a lot. ”

Kashbo's expression and tone did not change in the slightest, still with a smile, his tone was frivolous, and he picked up a piece of beef with a fork to repeat Wakaba's previous movements, and said at the same time:

"I remember that hot pot is a delicacy of the Celestial Empire, like Sichuan, and it is also famous internationally. ”

"People always change. ”

Ruoye replied lightly, seeing Kashber's move of picking beef slices with a fork, he had a feeling that good things had been ruined, and the corners of his mouth twitched without a trace, and then said with a face as usual:

"Japanese hot pot is a little different from the Celestial Empire, and the food I'm talking about is beef. ”

After tasting it, Kashber said noncommittally:

"Is that so? I didn't feel anything special. ”

Wakaba's right index finger and middle finger moved, and a pair of bamboo and wooden chopsticks opened and closed smartly, Wakaba said with a serious expression:

"You have to learn how to use chopsticks before you can appreciate the essence of it. ”

I won't say that I don't think there's anything particularly different, because in the past, I used to eat hot pot in China with mutton slices...

Hearing this, Kasbo looked at the bamboo chopsticks in Wakaba's hand, glanced sideways at another pair of bamboo chopsticks on the white porcelain chopstick rest that no one had used, and said with interest:

"I'll give it a try, too. ”

Wakaba shrugged his shoulders and said faintly gloatingly:

"Whatever you want, but don't blame me for my poor hospitality if you haven't eaten for a while. ”

Don't think that using chopsticks is an easy task, the people of the Celestial Empire are the ancestors of using chopsticks, and it seems that everyone uses them very well, but it was slowly practiced since childhood.

Ancestral skills!

In fact, just as Wakaba expected, Kasber did plant a heel on a pair of chopsticks, and seeing that Wakaba seemed to sweep most of the dishes on the table slowly, Kasber reluctantly gave up the chopsticks and used the knife and fork that he was good at.

Underneath the seemingly cynical façade is Cushper's very rational and calm thinking, public and private are never confused, work takes precedence over personal interests, and it is clear that using familiar utensils will make him more productive.

Wakaba is happy to see Kasper's silent confession.

After the unpleasant reception banquet, Kashber asked Wakaba very directly:

"That batch of arms is not a small amount, what are you going to use it for?"

Wakaba held the teacup and flickered:

"Do you believe me when I said attack the Yasukuni Shrine?"

Kashber saw that Wakaba didn't want to answer himself, so he spread his hands and said casually:

"Well, I'm curious about the funny gadgets you said. ”

Kashber is also a measured person, he perfectly stands in the position of his own trading party, and does not inquire about the intentions of the other party, for arms dealers, it is very taboo to insist on inquiring about the intentions of the other party.

Wakaba took out a small and delicate pistol model from his sleeve and said confidently to Cushberg:

"You won't be disappointed. ”