At 10 o'clock in the morning, under the guidance of a police car from the Metropolitan Police Department, a convoy slowly marched from the outside to Waseda Elementary School. "Words*love*first*sensitivity, reporters from all walks of life not only followed the convoy all the way to follow up the report in real time, but also aimed at the Mercedes-Benz bulletproof car with a heavyweight lady in it.

The leaders of Waseda Elementary School were not only notified in advance, but also waited for this distinguished guest from China to visit the school early. Although the school did not deliberately organize students to hold flowers in both hands to welcome, pull up banners, put up slogans, and put up a few large balloons, and plant colorful flags, etc., it still showed the highest level of courtesy and attention. Otherwise, they wouldn't be wearing their best formal attire.

Just after the Mercedes-Benz bulletproof car came to a stop, a female security guard accompanying the Chinese side first got out of the passenger seat of the rear car, and then walked to the right door of the back seat of the car at a constant speed and opened it. At the same time, several Chinese male security personnel were in place in several places about three meters away from the bulletproof Mercedes-Benz. Not only did they form an arc circle, but their eyes also looked at the heights from time to time, and they also paid attention to the changes in their neighborhood.

The lady who walked out of the car without hurrying greeted the school leaders with a smile. She walked slowly towards them, followed by a female Japanese interpreter. In addition, a vice minister of foreign affairs of the Japanese side and a number of other key government officials also accompanied the other side.

The headmistress of Waseda Elementary School gave her the most sincere welcome, and while the host introduced the guests to the guests, she slowly began to introduce the history, humanities, and teaching of the school to the noble lady. Of course, this qiē is carried out step by step according to the pre-rehearsal arrangement and the written script.

A lady with a smile on her face. Although she didn't speak, her ears listened to the simultaneous Chinese translation given to her by her personal Japanese female translator. On the one hand, the reason why he appeared here was the need for diplomatic etiquette. On the other hand, there is the arrangement of the personal itinerary. She calmly walked in the tree-lined and flower-filled Waseda Elementary School, not out of work. Rather, I really like children.

The headmistress, who felt very glorious and honored, took the lady to the first year class A where her niece Yona Shinoda was located, and she took the lady to visit the first class of her niece Yohana Shinoda. Report to your lordship, the demon concubine is coming. The accompanying Chinese and Japanese media reporters kept focusing on the lady with the camera and the main focus of the camera.

When the lady walked into the first-grade class A classroom accompanied by everyone, Shinoda Yona was giving a lecture to the students. She took the initiative to stop, naturally she knew what was going on, after all, she had been told beforehand. And the children who were not accused had different expressions. There was excitement. Some were nervous, some were surprised......

It's just Miyuki Kitagawa, who is sitting by the window, completely indifferent. Thinking about her heart, she did not look in the direction of the noble lady, but looked out of the window. To be precise, I'm meditating. In the near future, she will have an additional half-brother or sister. In this regard, I am still not fully mentally prepared.

The smile on her face remained unchanged, and the noble lady who stopped down was commonplace for such a scene. But. It's the first time I've seen an unmoved child like Miyuki Kitagawa out. Immediately, the noble lady who was interested in her walked directly towards the other party.

"Hello. Kid, what are you thinking? Thinking so dedicated? Can you sue me? The lady who stopped in front of Miyuki Kitagawa asked with interest.

"Hello, I didn't think about anything, but suddenly in a daze for a while. Sorry for the faux pas. Miyuki Kitagawa, who hadn't waited for the Japanese female translator next to her to make a translation, suddenly came back to her senses. While taking the initiative to stand up, she raised her little head and looked at the other party, completely able to understand Chinese, so she responded in very fluent Chinese.

On the contrary, it was a lady who was slightly taken aback. It is completely a subjective randomness of the individual, rather than a deliberate arrangement by the school and oneself. I really didn't expect the other party to know Chinese. So I couldn't help but want to communicate with her more: "Are you a Chinese studying here?" Or Japanese-Chinese? ”

"Neither. I'm a native Japanese. "Miyuki Kitagawa, who has no stage fright, has such a good peace of mind. It's thanks to following my father to see a lot of big scenes. Seeking truth from facts, she replied with a smile.

The noble lady who gently applauded towards her was very comfortable in her heart, after all, even Japanese children around seven years old have begun to learn Chinese since childhood, which shows the importance of it. She began to like the little girl in front of her, and praised without hesitation: "Your Chinese language is very good." Can you tell me who you learned from? ”

"My dad." Miyuki Kitagawa, who blurted out directly, began to parrot Chinese with her father when she and her parents were still living in a slum on the outskirts of Tokyo.

At first, Takeshita Kusa was out of fun, after all, it was quite interesting to teach Japanese little Lori to speak Chinese in his spare time, and it could be regarded as cultural erosion and "ideological poisoning" for her. When I taught Miyuki Kitagawa, I found that she had a talent for languages. Not only is it not a parrot at all, but it is quickly memorized and mastered. As time went on, she became better and better, speaking the same as her native Japanese, and even speaking a dialect with local characteristics of Sichuan, China.

Although the headmistress did not know what they were talking about, she could hear that the two were having a conversation in Chinese. Not without pride and a bright face, she took the initiative to add on the side: "Her father is our national writer Mr. Takeshita Kusaoke." Immediately, the female translator translated her sentence into Chinese and said it to the noble lady.

I was still wondering if the little girl's father would be a Chinese or Japanese-Chinese noblewoman, but after listening to it, I suddenly realized. No wonder, the other party speaks Chinese so fluently? It's all because of the family.

"Not only did I know that your dad was a great writer, but I also read a lot of what he wrote." The noble lady who has indeed read some novels of Takeshita Kusa is really not lying. (To be continued.) )