It was getting dark, and the train finally reached its final destination, Okuyugawa Station.

After getting off the train, Xiaohai and the three of them walked off the platform and felt a cold mountain breeze blowing in their faces.

It's already spring, but I didn't expect it to be so cold here.

Ying Ying looked at this empty small station, only two or three people got off the train, dragging their luggage and hurriedly disappeared into the thick night.

The air was damp and cold, and a small Xiaoice crystal could be clearly seen in the dim light of the street lamp, and it dispersed as soon as the wind blew.

"Yingying, Yingying!" she looked over as she heard someone shout her name.

I saw a pair of figures standing next to the ticket gate at the exit of the platform.

The man is tall and covered in dark gray feathers, and the woman has a plump figure and is dressed in a kimono with red and dark flowers.

The woman held a piece of cardboard in both hands with the words "Yan Yingying" written in Chinese characters.

"That's the person who came to pick you up!" Xiao Haichong Yingying said.

Ying Ying nodded in a trance and walked towards the two people.

She remembered that Uncle Bi had said that two of her mother's friends would come and take care of everything for her.

"Yingying?" asked the lady in the jujube kimono, with round eyes.

"Well, I am. Ying Ying nodded sheepishly.

"Yo Kata, purple and hemp. The lady smiled kindly and said in Fusang, but Ying Ying couldn't understand a word.

The Fuso man next to her looked like her husband, with a simple smile on his dark face.

He took the luggage in Yingying's hand, looked at Yingying and Xiaohai with a smile, and said a few words occasionally.

Ying Ying was a little shy, but the simplicity and enthusiasm exuded by these two made her feel more cordial and relaxed.

It's just that Fusang doesn't understand a word and can't communicate, which makes her secretly anxious.

Xiao Hai heard his father mention that Ying Ying would live in the house of a Fusang couple, and he and Brother Qiang had other arrangements.

He said to Yingying, "You go with them, and rest early tonight." Brother Qiang and I also had to take a bus to the dormitory of the language school to report.

Tomorrow at 10 o'clock, let's meet here. ”

With that, he saluted the couple and walked back to the station with Brother Qiang.

Ying Ying didn't know that she wanted to live separately from Brother Xiao Haiqiang, and she was a little panicked for a while.

But seeing that it was getting late, thinking that Xiaohai and they still had to find a place to live, they nodded and waved goodbye with some reluctance.

Along the way, the women kept speaking in Fuso, while the middle-aged men walked to the side with a smile and a very happy expression.

Although Yingying kept shaking her head to say that she didn't understand, the woman still talked all the way, which made her feel like she had come to visit the house of a distant relative she hadn't seen for a long time.

After walking for about 30 minutes, I came to a small wooden two-story building, built next to a mountain range.

On the cement wall at the entrance, there is a wooden board with the words "Ito Family" written on it.

It seems that the family's surname is Ito, Ying Ying thought.

I opened the sliding door and followed in, a wisp of wood with the humid air wafted in, and the furnishings of the home were simple and warm.

Ying Ying carefully followed the example of the Ito couple, took off her shoes, and placed them in the foyer.

Walking into the living room, Mrs. Ito took her to sit down on the tatami mat next to the rattan coffee table, and Mr. Ito sat cross-legged at the other end of the coffee table.

Mrs. Ito looked at Ying Ying under the light, her expression suddenly excited, and she let out a sigh of admiration: "It looks so similar!"

Ying Ying looked puzzled, but she couldn't understand anything.

She thought to herself, she wouldn't just say foreign to me all the time......

Mrs. Ito bent down on the rattan coffee table, found a random piece of paper, and wrote "You safe, now." And show it to Yingying.

Ying Ying saw that she finally understood English, and remembered that Uncle Bi told her that she had arranged for her to be the safest place in Fusang that he could think of.

Looking at Mrs. Ito's determined expression again, she nodded reassuringly.

"Dry enough, tatami cup Masitaka?" Ms. Ito gestured to a bowl with her left hand and pretended to hold chopsticks with her right hand.

Ying Ying understood that this was asking her if she had dinner.

It seems that Mrs. Ito's English skills are also limited, so she will have to rely on sign language to communicate next......

She shook her head, and Mrs. Ito quickly walked into the kitchen and brought out a tray with a smile.

On the tray is a small bowl of mung bean japonica rice porridge, a small dish of teriyaki tuna, and kelp mixed with sesame oil.

*******************

After supper, Mrs. Ito enthusiastically took Ying Ying to visit the first floor.

When you enter the main entrance, you will find the living room, which is the bedroom of the Ito couple to the east and the kitchen to the west.

Going out through the shoji door of the kitchen is a small outdoor promenade connected to a small square courtyard.

Everything is Japanese-style, with tatami mats on the floor and only sliding paper doors separating the rooms.

Ying Ying paid attention to her memory, observed everywhere, and thought: In the future, we must respect the habits of the master.

Then, Mrs. Ito took Yingying and stepped on the creaking wooden staircase to the second floor.

The upstairs is mainly Western-style, but the style is still generous and simple.

Mrs. Ito opened the door of a room, and Ying Ying saw that there were two log bookshelves, a wooden desk, a few chairs, and some quiet calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, and understood that it was a study.

As I walked inside, there was a room on the right-hand side, the door was ajar, and there was a faint light inside.

As Ying Ying walked by, through the crack in the half-open door, she caught a glimpse of a large bow hanging on the wall facing the door, with a black lacquer surface and orange patterns, and the bow head was stamped with a silver word "Yan".

Whose room is this?