Hua Ting slept well this night, with his back to Jian Yi's arms, his warm arms across her waist, holding the hand on her chest, so relieved that it made people want to cry.

In a daze, she felt someone kissing her finger reverently and delicately, carefully and carefully over and over again, and finally landed in the center of her palm, burning unbearably.

When Hua Ting woke up, Jane had already gotten up.

She simply freshened up, unconsciously touched the palm that still had itching, the hollow carved fence was cold, and her heart was like a piece of graphite, as if she had a deep premonition.

Smelling the aroma of vegetables, she happily trotted all the way to the dining table on the first floor, unexpectedly Shi Yinai was also there early in the morning.

Jian Yi has already prepared breakfast, white porridge and a few simple side dishes, all of which are spicy and oil-free, very light.

Shi Yinai first tasted a bite of tomato scrambled eggs, the taste is very fresh and sweet, the simpler the dish, the more the skill is tested, so she sincerely praised: "Delicious!" I didn't expect Jane to make a Chinese breakfast. ”

"I'll do more," Jian Yi said mysteriously, "but it's a pity you can't eat it." ”

Shi Yinai scolded with a smile: "Then I'll come to eat every day." ”

Hua Ting rolled her eyes, and Jane also thoughtfully scooped a small bowl of white porridge for her, and said, "Come, taste it, the porridge has just come out of the pot, you see if it's hot." ”

Hua Ting quietly tasted a small bite, and didn't bother to answer, so she ate it directly with the side dishes.

Jian Yi showed her usual doting smile, patted her hairy head, and went to the stairwell, "I'll go upstairs to change my clothes, and I'll take you to Lao Jiang's after eating." ”

Hua Ting gave a perfunctory "um", Shi Yinai on the other side looked at her with a strange expression, Hua Ting didn't speak, clinged to a bowl of hot porridge in his hand, and ate the dishes seriously.

She knew that Shi Yinai on the other side couldn't hold her breath, and it was less than half a minute, and the woman on the other side put down the dishes and chopsticks impatiently, and looked at Hua Ting, who had been calm and relaxed from beginning to end, Shi Yinai's tone rose lightly, "I thought you were very good, but through the last incident, I found that I didn't like you very much." ”

"What happened last time?" Hua Ting's hand holding on to the chopsticks paused, "Oh, you mean I almost killed your Jian Yi?" ”

Shi Yin loves to smile and not speak.

Hua Ting stared at her for a few seconds, couldn't help laughing, and said in a sincere tone: "I'm sorry to worry you." ”

Hua Ting's tone was lazy, making Shi Yinai's eyes pass a cold light, she clasped her hands in front of her chest, and unconsciously leaned back on the chair behind her, and showcased, "What kind of weight do you think I have in Jian Yi's heart?" ”

"How do I know?" Although he pretended to be casual on his face, he was inevitably sour in his heart.

"Then I'll show you." As soon as Shi Yinai's words fell, Jian Yi's footsteps sounded regularly and rhythmically from the marble spiral staircase on the side.

She picked up a bowl of white porridge in front of her, and fell to the ground with a "pop" as Jian Yi walked down the two-thirds of the steps of the spiral ladder.

Hearing this, Jian Yi quickened her pace, took a long step, took a big stride, grabbed Shi Yinai's arm with one hand, and carefully examined her whole body, "I can't even hold a porridge steadily," the words were disgusted, "Is there anything hot?" ”

Shi Yinai laughed weirdly, looked directly into Hua Ting's eyes without evasion, and shook his head ostentatiously, "I'm fine." ”

Jian Yi let go of his hand, slightly deviated his neck, began to straighten the tie on his chest, and said like a nobody: "Sister Hua has eaten well?" ”

Hua Ting looked at him, put the dishes and chopsticks on the shelf, stood up and said, "No appetite, let's go!" ”

****

Although Lao Jiang disagreed with Hua Ting's style of acting, even to the point of disgust, it was not difficult to speak today, and under Jian Yi's praise, he nodded in approval.

Finally, he said, "Because there is a task that can only be done by her." ”

So in mid-October, Hanami and Shihei Inagaki embarked on a "romantic journey" to Tokyo.

In Japan in the thirties, whether it was Tokyo or Osaka, Chinese students were still everywhere.

Since the September 18 Incident, Japanese imperialism has been pressing step by step, and the crisis of the Chinese nation has become increasingly serious. In order to accumulate funds for the invasion of China economically, the Japanese militarists took measures to devalue the yen, exported a large number of goods, and simplified the entry procedures for foreign students (mainly Chinese students) in order to increase their foreign exchange earnings.

There were also some Chinese progressives, who were dissatisfied with the reactionary rule of the ******, and some of whom were persecuted and pursued by the Kuomintang reactionaries, and went abroad to Japan one after another to seek the truth of saving the country and the people. By the time of the 77 Lugou Bridge Incident, there were about 5 to 6,000 Chinese students from Pingjin, Shanghai, Guangdong, Wuhan and other places who had gathered in Tokyo.

In the 21st century, although Hua Ting still admires Japan's food and caution, but in the old Japan in the 30s, listening to the Japanese accent around him, thinking of the 8-year war of resistance and sacrifice, there is only hatred in his eyes.

Although Inagaki Zhihei has obvious thoughts about Hua Ting's **, he is still a polite gentleman on this trip to Japan.

He took the flower to visit the eight streets from 1-chome to 8-chome, where various long-established century-old shops lined up one after another, as well as specialty stores selling brand-name goods from all over the world. The famous Kabukiza is located on the Tsukiji side west of the 4-chome intersection, and is a place where Kabuki, a traditional Japanese theater, is staged.

Anyone who has ever been to Japan has experienced that every tourist who has ever been to Japan will hear the phrase "Japan is clean." In Japan, you can sit on any chair or stone staircase on the street at any time without getting any dust. On a rainy day, you don't have to worry about stepping on dirty floors when you walk into any mall or restaurant, because there will never be mud marks. The glass windows of office buildings, restaurants and other windows on the streets of Japan are clean and transparent, and Hua Ting has to sigh that he hates Japan and hates it, and he still appreciates the hygiene.

Walking all over Nara Kyoto, Osaka, Hana Ting ate Takoyaki for three whole days, and once she saw something related to octopus after returning to Japan, she couldn't help but want to vomit.

Sleeping on the tatami mat in her room at night, she stared at the dark yellow ceiling above her head, deeply aware that she had a strange disease, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that she was crazy. That is, no matter where she goes, what she eats, what she sees, she always can't help but want to share it with the guy surnamed Jane in her mind, how much she hates that there is no mobile phone and WeChat in this era, and she can't broadcast her itinerary anytime and anywhere, as well as food selfies.

Before returning to China, Shihei Inagaki took her to enjoy a cherry blossom rain after autumn.

It can be regarded as a trip that has not come in vain.

I have long heard that Japan's cherry blossoms are more magnificent than the sunset, and the clusters of cherry blossoms are really like bleached and dyed, and from a distance, they look like a touch of morning glow. However, to Hana's surprise, the cherry blossoms on the south side of Koishi Road were actually white, and five or six small and delicate flowers gathered together to form a flower ball, clustered on the branches, stretching the narrow petals and stamens wrapped in them.

The sky is full of cherry blossom petals, like a dashing cherry blossom rain, which is really beautiful.

She remembered that Jane was here again.

It would be much more romantic to enjoy a cherry blossom rain with that guy, right?

Turning his head to see Inagaki Zhihei under the tree on the side, Hua Ting's expression sank.

"What does Miss Bai think?"

The cherry blossom petals sprinkled on his shoulders and hair were supposed to be a beautiful sight, but in the eyes of the flowers, there was no trace of color.

"It's beautiful." She replied softly. (To be continued.) )