I called Mike, and this guy was still at a party. I drove around the neighborhood and saw only a Western restaurant, and after driving a little way, I saw a sign of a Japanese restaurant in English, Chinese, and Japanese, and thought to myself: "Let's just eat it, mix a meal, and it's not a problem to eat fruit all the time."

Parking the car in the small parking lot in front of the restaurant, and after packing up his clothes a little, Lan Jiawei pushed the door and walked in. It's not a purely Japanese restaurant, with a somewhat European structure, but it still looks more comfortable and has a more oriental twist.

A young girl who was arguing with an older, boss-looking uncle near the cash register turned her head and saw a handsome man of the yellow race who came in, and her eyes lit up.

A clerk greeted him and said in English, "Welcome, please sit down."

Lan Jiawei looked around and saw that there were only two tables of yellow people dining, so he found a window seat and looked at the scenery on the street.

After a while, I heard someone coming, and when I looked back, I saw that it was the girl who handed me the order menu, and I took a moment, and then I noticed that the girl was relatively tall, about the same as her mother Cheng Ping, estimated to be about 176 cm. It may be just past the age of growing and a little thin, but the face with a little baby fat is very delicate, the skin is very fair, the long black smooth hair and untrimmed, a little playful eyebrows are just right, the nose has an elegant curve, the lips are healthy in color, and the most striking thing on the face is a pair of super big eyes, plus black eyes like paint, a simple denim skirt and flat casual shoes, looking ...... Well, it's not just pretty, it's cute.

Remembering that it was rude to look at the girl like this, he quickly lowered his head and filled in the menu. The girl noticed Lan Jiawei's small movements, pursed her lips and smiled, and took the initiative to ask in English: "Sir, are you Japanese or ......?" ”

"No, I'm Chinese", Lan Jiawei continued to fill in the menu, thought about it, and wrote his mobile phone number.

Sensing a certain stern gaze, the girl stuck out her tongue, picked up the menu, and walked directly to the kitchen without handing it to the waiter.

After a short effort, a waiter brought all the dishes, and Lan Jiawei felt very satisfied: "Well, this restaurant is really good, it tastes good and the portions are so large."

Halfway through eating, he found that the old man was sitting there in the cash register, glaring at him with eyes like cow eggs from time to time, which made him a little baffled.

Secretly shook his head, and said, "Are the Japanese so bad?" ”

Although there was a bit of an episode, the meal was still finished, and until the bill was paid and left, Lan Jiawei didn't see the beautiful girl come out again. What he didn't know was that a pair of big smart eyes smiled like a flower after looking at the plate he had eaten.

I called Mike when I went out, and I was already waiting for him at the villa, so I got in the car and left, and on the way I took out the box containing two emeralds from the ring and put them in my bag.

At Mike's villa, the two of them each sat on a sofa in the living room with a glass of whiskey.

"JAVY, you have to think about it carefully, after such a good gem is sold, it will be difficult to buy it back"

Jia Wei smiled secretly: "This is a bad thing in the ring, and the others are just afraid to take them out and scare you."

"Mike, it's okay, I've decided, I need more money to make the farm perfect."

"Well, my friend, I'm going to be in San Francisco Auction House's fall auction at the end of September, so I have plenty of time. But I probably won't be there, so I'll just go to the auction house tomorrow morning and handle the commission. ”

As he was talking, Lan Jiawei heard a low bark, felt it carefully, and then noticed that there was a box in the corner of the large living room of the villa, and when he walked over, it was two newborn puppies.

Although they looked a little strange, Lan Jiawei still recognized that both of them were Chinese pastoral dogs, that is, earth dogs, and looked up at Mike with inquiring eyes.

Mike shrugged: "This is what I told you about a friend Ann gave me, I'm going to China in a few days, I don't have time to take care of them, if you like, you can take them back."

Lan Jiawei felt that the breath of the two dogs was a little ......, how to say it, it was a little strange, there was a strong elemental aura, but he didn't say in his heart: "Okay, that's really thankful, the farm needs it", and then asked: "You decided to go over?" ”

Mike nodded, "This is something I decided with a few friends, and I won't change it anymore", and raised his glass, "Good luck to us."

After feeding the two puppies some milk, Lan Jiawei rested in the villa room for the night.

The next morning, after meeting up with Kane, a lawyer who arrived by plane, he followed Mike to the auction house to complete the entrustment procedures, and then all that was left was waiting.

After completing the formalities, Mike invited Lan Jiawei to attend a charity party in the evening, and dropped a sentence: "In the United States, you can get a lot of points by doing some charity, oh, it's better to find a female companion", and after that, he squeezed his eyes and went to do other things.

Lan Jiawei, who felt a little bored, drove to the vicinity of Japantown to find a parking lot, parked and walked through the street where the market was being held. When Lan Jiawei was in college, he liked to play the stand-alone games of the Japanese Dark Glory Company, although he also hated the Japanese right-wing because of the historical past, but the bridge returned to the bridge and the road to the road, and he was not blindly angry.

The summer in San Francisco is cooler, and Lan Jiawei is still wearing linen casual clothes, but he is already a famous brand he bought when he was in Los Angeles, and the beige short-sleeved shirt and trousers of the same color make him more upright and handsome. Along the way, Japanese or Japanese people who did not understand the situation were complacent in their hearts: "Look at how handsome our young men of the Yamato nation are." Fortunately, no one said it, otherwise Lan Jiawei would have slapped him in the face.

was looking at handicrafts at a stall, Lan Jiawei heard a familiar voice behind him: "Sir, is it you?" ”

turned around, it was really the beautiful girl from last night, today she changed into a denim skirt, the upper body is a beige round neck short sleeves, and a pair of casual shoes, shoulder-length hair is still smooth and draped like satin, slim. The unscrupulous Mr. Lan Da peeked and found that although the girl was thin, her chest was still very good, and then carefully thought about the familiar feeling in his mind, only to find that the girl looked very much like the Japanese artist Kitagawa Keiko, but she was much taller than her and her eyes were bigger.

Before the girl was angry, she quickly said: "Hey, what a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet again"

The girl blushed and bent down and bowed: "Hey, actually I live nearby." I'm Chiyo Tachibana, please take care of me", when I say the name, Chiyo Tachibana actually uses Chinese (note: the Japanese "Chiyo" has a variety of pronunciations, mostly referring to place names).

Lan Jiawei crossed his hands on his chest, bowed slightly, and replied to the standard etiquette of a moon elf: "Lan Jiawei, you can call me Jiawei." Then he put on a smile from the Lost Girl and asked, "Can you go shopping with me?" ”

Chiyo Tachibana blushed again, "It's okay, I'm ...... anyway, uh, it's okay"

After walking silently for a few minutes, Lan Jiawei noticed that the color of the girl's short-sleeved top was almost the same as the color of his own clothes, and the two walked together looking like a couple. Then break the embarrassment: "Miss Tachibana, your name is very similar to a female general in the Warring States period of Japan"

The beautiful girl continued to fan Lan Jiawei's heartbeat with her big cute eyes, "Jiawei-kun is talking about Tachibana Pavilion Chiyo, my ancestor was a merchant in the Ming Dynasty, and later settled in Kyushu, and changed the surname to Tachibana with the suzerain of the feudal kingdom at that time, maybe my father wanted me to be as beautiful as the legendary Chikuzen White Plum, so I had this name."

The two continued to chat, looking at the girl who was gradually relaxing, Lan Jiawei also exhaled secretly.

"Miss Tachibana, uh, well, Chiyo, how can you speak Chinese?"

"Of course, the restaurant you went to last night was our family's, since my grandfather, I started to go to the store to help when I was very young, and there were often Chinese people who came to eat, and I didn't know how to do Chinese."

As they got to know each other, the atmosphere between the two became more and more harmonious and relaxed.

Chiyo Tachibana's father is a native of Japan-America, and her mother turned out to be a Japanese fashion model, because she didn't want to be unspoken rules, she came to the United States to develop and met and married her father Tachibana Taro, a young girl, and married her husband and children.

When Lan Jiawei heard that Tachibana Chiyo also had an older brother who was engaged in the computer industry, he found a Korean wife, and muttered in his heart: "Now it's all there, and several countries in East Asia have it."

Seeing that it was already noon, after the girl made a phone call home, Lan Jiawei and the two left Japantown to find a Western restaurant.

The two people sitting opposite each other continued to understand each other in low voices like lovers, when Lan Jiawei introduced his family, his ethnicity, and the situation of coming to the United States.

"Jia Weijun, you are amazing, you have your own farm at such a young age, and I am still in college, and now I have studied too much music, it is difficult to get ahead, and sometimes I feel very lost."

"I think the violin is very good, I have a little opportunity for myself, in fact, you are also amazing, stick to your preferences and ideals, you are only 19 years old, and there will be many opportunities in the future."

Chiyo Tachibana is a second-year student at the San Francisco Conservatory of Music, studying European classical music on vacation, with a focus on violin playing.

The girl pursed her lips and smiled, rolling her beautiful eyes: "Talking like a little old man, you are only 22 years old, not much older than me." Didn't you get scared by my dad last night? Actually, I made those dishes by myself, and I was very happy to see you finish eating."

"Oh, that murderous uncle is your father? I said what was going on, and I wondered for a long time."

"What uncle, it's hard to hear, my dad has an American-style education", blushing a little after speaking, "Maybe ......, maybe I haven't cooked food in the store for a long time, so I ......."

"Oh...... I've heard about the American custom of a prospective father-in-law dealing with Mao's son-in-law in China, let me run into it?"

Tachibana Chiyo tapped Lan Jiawei's arm in shame, "It's really rude, are you like this to girls?" It's just that...... It's the first time I've done this to a boy, so my dad is like that, and I'm not allowed to laugh anymore."