Vertically distributed viaducts are stacked in layers near the airport, and the wide and comfortable MPVs turn into the ramp to the central city, carrying us down and down. , Jiang Xijun has already communicated with the driver, and the trip to the hot spring has been directly removed, he leaned forward, and asked the driver to drive the car directly to the scene of the dome. I forgot to mention that in addition to being an English master, Kang Seok-jun, the son of the empire, also has a Japanese language specialty.

I opened the window and took a deep breath of the fresh air from the outskirts of Tokyo. When Kang Seok-jun sat back in his chair, I smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "Ah, Kang Seok-joon, I'll give Taeyeon a few more shots later, how about you slap me again? It feels pretty good. As I spoke, I deliberately moved my fingers, crossed my hands, and crapped my finger bones.

Jiang Xijun rolled his eyes when he heard this, clenched his hand into a fist, and raised it towards me. "Hiong, you can try again. However, you should have heard of the conditioned reflex of boxers, although I am not a professional boxer, but I have been practicing for a long time, so ......" Kang Seok-jun, who had a provocative expression on his face, laughed sinisterly. Looking at the big fist of the casserole dangling in front of me, I simply gave up on slapping again.

Seeing that I raised the white flag and retreated, Jiang Xijun, who was going to come back by counterattacking to find some venues, gave me a middle finger, and then withdrew his hand, he took out the phone and began to call the person in charge of the live performance of the Dome, as well as the person in charge of the s~m side. Although there are many fans at the concert site who are holding mobile phones or DV shooting, what we have to do is what we have to do. It's not like them after all. If you want to carry professional camera equipment and move around the scene to shoot. Prior permission is mandatory.

One phone call after another, Jiang Xijun didn't take the phone away from his ear for a long time. The Dome deserves to be called the Dome. In the level of the concert, it is already a top storage zài, and it seems that the shooting permission is not so easy to obtain.

When Jiang Xijun was busy in contact, I kept looking sideways out of the window, without headphones, just listening to the whistling wind, and the other world outside the window gradually left an impression in my eyes. A vehicle with a Japanese plaque that has a slightly different appearance from Japanese cars in Japan. Whizzing past the side. With the driving of MPVs, both sides of the viaduct, which were originally relatively desolate, have gradually become prosperous. One Japanese building after another, comes into view.

Logically speaking, everything is novel, and everything is unknown, but at this time, I didn't have the wonderful state of mind I had in Hong Kong at all. While liking different landscapes, deep down in my heart. still retains the most solid bottom line. I remember who is guilty and who is at fault. Where I came from and where I'm going. I have never forgotten it.

In this way, in the air, the city of Tokyo is finally about to arrive. The viaduct is long gone. Once you're in the center, there's no room left for the dense high-rise buildings. Construction of viaducts. Although the urban layout of the central urban area is very orderly, there is too much traffic. Traffic is still congested. When I was about to enter the Bunkyo district where the Dome is located, the MPV was unfortunately blocked on a main road.

The stopped car didn't make Kang Seok-joon and me agitated, because it was still early, and there were still more than two hours before the concert started. The issue of licensing was resolved not long ago, and Kang Seok-jun will seem to be a little at ease. "Hiong, when the concert starts, you can shoot the singing scene a little sloppily. But don't let go of their funny scenes. Jiang Xijun, who was raising his hand to tidy up his own type, did not forget to tell me. I rolled my eyes at this, not bothering to respond to him.

Thinking that there would be zero cars, and even if it was activated, the crowded traffic would restrict the car, so I simply unbuckled my seat belt and moved my body, which was a little uncomfortable due to sitting for a long time. Just as I was swinging my arms slightly, I inadvertently turned my head, and a touch of red outside the window came into view. Through the cracks in the building, part of Tokyo Tower revealed its face in front of me.

Bright red steel is woven together, climbing crosswise, representing the construction process of an entire era, and there is no suspense about the grandeur and majesty of the face. Even though I wasn't standing at its feet, half of its face was actually blocked, and a sigh of emotion still came to me.

Sitting in the car, looking out the window, I stopped throwing my arms. It wasn't until this moment that I saw Tokyo Tower that I felt like I was in Tokyo and in a foreign capital. Here, from the big 6 thousands of kilometers, from Er, the same thousands of kilometers.

As I watched the Tokyo Tower quietly, the MPV began to move slowly. The tall Tokyo Tower was quickly blocked by the building, and I had to lean close to the window and look up as much as I could to see its spire, which had been distorted by the magnitude 9 earthquake of '13.

Retracting my gaze and sitting back in my chair, I was reminded of another longed-for tower, the Eiffel Tower in Paris. This is yet another place that has been reached by travelers from all over the world, including me, who have imagined the state of mind of standing under the Eiffel Tower. But there is no way to guess this state of mind, imagination is one thing, and when you really stand under the tower, it is another.

In the past, I knew very well that Paris was out of reach. Only from the essay called "Meditations on the Eiffel Tower" by the famous domestic writer Zhang Kangkang can I get a glimpse of the real state of mind that a walker should have. In this essay, she describes:

It's a square, a vacant lot. It rises from an ordinary base point, without foreshadowing and transition, so lightly and ruthlessly throwing off the worldly and floating dust, arrogantly standing in the clouds, looking down on the whole city......

I'm going to climb the tower. Go up and seek its eyes, and peek into its soul. It is too tall for the eyes of the world to be parallel to it. I want to go up, silently looking forward to a crossing without borders, a sublimation without steps.

This is the description of the writer before she ascended the tower, and after she ascended the tower, she begins a new paragraph with the following sentence: I feel that Paris is flying down, and I have nowhere to run.

It was just such a sentence that completely filled my chest, and it was such a sentence that made me want to be a walker even more.

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Twilight casts shadows on the windows of every building, and the long-awaited destination, Tokyo Dome, has finally arrived. The driver drove the MPV and stopped at the entrance of the Dome. Approaching the door, I got out of the car first, stood on the side of the road, straightened my clothes, and looked up. Looking at the hustle and bustle around me, I suddenly felt that as long as I walked desperately, there were many places in the world that I could reach.

At half past four in the afternoon, many meals had already arrived at the entrance of the dome, and the stalls of various rice balls had been set up, and the rice bowls were receiving support props in an orderly manner. While I was observing the pink lake in the Dome Square, Kang Seok-jun, who had taken his bag from the back seat, got out of the car after him. Seeing him get out of the car, I withdrew my gaze, yawned, turned and took a step, ready to enter. It's just that he didn't expect that Jiang Xijun behind him was still standing in place and didn't move. "What's wrong? Why don't you go in now? I stopped, looked back at him, and asked, a little confused.

"Taeyeon and the others should be about to finish their final rehearsal, so I bought them something to eat and replenish their energy." After explaining to me, Kang Seok-jun raised his wrist and looked at his watch. "It's almost coming." He whispered.

The shiny pointed scalp shoes stepped on the curb of the road, and on them were straight long legs, Jiang Xijun stood on the side of the road like this, and his high appearance attracted the attention of many pedestrians. With a sigh of reciprocation for this guy's thoughtfulness, I turned around and walked back, standing side by side with him. The two long-legged Oba stood on the side of the road and waited, although my face was much more chilled than Jiang Xijun's, but I was suddenly extremely glad that I still had a height of 183cm, otherwise, others would definitely see me as his follower.

The traffic was slowly flowing in front of him, and Jiang Xijun didn't know where the intimate snacks were yet. With my backpack on my back, I put my hands in my pockets and looked around a little boredly. Just behind us is the huge Dome Square, and across the square, is the main entrance of the Dome Arena. As time goes by, the crowd that passes by us is gradually becoming turbulent. From ten-year-old boys and girls, to thirty or forty-year-old uncles and aunts, one after another, one group after another, on their faces, there is only one expression, that is, the excitement and happiness of meeting idols and seeing the people they like.

Looking at the expressions on the faces of these rice people, I suddenly reached out and stroked the back of my neck, and looked up at the sky, and the white clouds in Tokyo were no different from the white clouds around the world. Since when did I become completely different? When I saw those shiny IDO1s up close, my heartbeat showed no sign of increasing at all. Since when did I become a different person? Sitting with them to eat and chat together, I didn't feel anything unusual at all, and even became accustomed to it. (To be continued!)

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