Shanghai is only one centimeter from Japan on the map, but how can it be so slow to actually sit on the plane? Why do you have to fly? Cars, trains don't work? Zhou Fan vomited, and the gall was about to vomit. I really regret that I knew it was so uncomfortable, and I said that I would not fly at all.

"Are you alright? Didn't you take motion sickness medicine? Zhou Fang patted her on the back, seeing that she was sweating profusely, it must have been very uncomfortable.

"Wouldn't you be too nervous, it's the first time you've been on a plane?" Hong Ling said for the sweat on her forehead.

Zhou Fan grabbed the edge of the chair tightly with his hand and closed his eyes, if this thing fell, if it fell into the sea, he didn't want to feed the shark. Fish, Zhou Fan vomited again.

Sickness in a car, sickness in a plane. I will definitely ride a bicycle in the future, but can I get to Japan by bicycle? My 300,000 waved at me again, and for it, I fought hard.

The plane finally landed safely, and thank goodness it finally stopped.

"Sister Hong Ling, this way."

"Shilang" Hong Ling waved her hand and smiled.

He took Hong Ling's luggage very gentlemanly, and greeted Zhou Fang and Zhou Fang with a smile.

It is said that he is Japanese or Chinese, but he really has nothing to say, one meter eight tall, slightly curly brown hair, three-dimensional and handsome facial features, white and neat teeth, and a smile that is not worth his life. A casual suit that is clean and fits, like a character from an anime. If it's a little Japanese devil, it's a pity, Zhou Fan has never seen such a good-looking man.

Zhou Fan looked out the window, is Japan similar to China? Aren't they all high-rise buildings? I really don't understand why Chinese like to travel to Japan so much. Think about how heinous the heinous crimes Japan committed when it invaded China, and did all the bad things of killing, robbing, and plundering. Have you forgotten about the Nanjing Massacre? Those soldiers who died in the war, as well as the common people, were still called what they were by these bastards back then, to the 'sick man of East Asia'.

"Hey" Zhou Fan sighed and shook his head.

"Sigh what!"

"I'm thinking, why didn't the Chinese military throw a * over and blow up little Japan, so that they would be ashamed to see if they dared to invade again."

"Sometimes, I think so, too." Zhou Fang echoed her.

Hong Ling turned her head, gave them a thumbs up, and laughed.

The one named Shilang drove the car and gave a thumbs up.

What's not going to work? Maybe their grandparents have been on the battlefield. Zhou Fan didn't want to look at them, and continued to look into the distance.

The car slowed down and came to a halt next to a two-story building.

The house had only been seen on TV, with a large tree towering up to the roof, and the tree was full of pink flowers, and a few petals fell with it with the gentle breeze.

"This is a cherry blossom tree, and every year at this time, it blooms on time. It is said that this tree is older than me. ”

"It's so beautiful, Shilang hurry up and help me take pictures." Hong Ling took out her camera and handed it to him, and posed.

Hong Ling took a few photos, and then pulled Zhou Fang and Zhou Fan to take a group photo together.

The decoration in the house is very modern, which is not quite the same as in the country. There are a lot of woody elements.

It's wood again, and it's not an easy task to wipe the floor.

Zhou Fan thinks about the days in the restaurant, it is really hard.

"Why didn't you see Hong Yu?" Zhou Fang looked for him.

"He's gone shopping, he's going to buy some bedding, and he's going upstairs to have a look." Shilang stood at the top of the stairs

The view from upstairs is much wider, and the cherry blossom trees are within reach, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

"Who lives upstairs?" Hong Ling asked.

"No one lives in it now, I live in the house opposite." He pointed across the road with his large, slender finger.

"Still drawing?" Hong Ling raised her voice and said.

"Painting and photography are my hobbies, especially when I paint, my calm heart is like being in the wilderness, unrestrained."

"It's good to be young!" Hong Ling sighed.

There was a clattering sound of footsteps on the stairs, as if someone was deliberately stomping hard.

As the voice appeared in front of them, a fat man with a full face, thick legs and a round waist.

"Pretty fast?" He gasped.

Zhou Fang was dumbfounded, pointing at the fat man with his finger, his mouth was open, but he couldn't say a word.

"Why don't you see everyone with this expression?" The fat man was obviously a little upset.

"Hong Yu, right!" Zhou Fang asked tentatively.

"It's really here, my dear old classmate." Most of Hong Yu Dongdong stepped forward and gave Zhou Fang a hug.

It's a wall of flesh and his roommate. I only knew that his temperament had changed greatly, but I didn't expect it to be a major physical change.

"Good brother, look at your rich body, you look rich!"

"Don't make fun of me, if you don't exercise and don't control in the past few years, you've become what you are now, and I feel ashamed myself." The fat man was embarrassed, spun around again, and smiled embarrassedly.

"The main thing is health, the body is important, and you can't do it without a healthy body." Zhou Fang touched his belly and smiled lightly.

"Hong Ling, where is the chef?" Hong Yu asked his sister.

She pulled Zhou Fan over and said, "Here, don't look young, your cooking skills are quite good." ”

Zhou Fan's face was stunned, didn't I come to study? When did you become a chef?

"Are you sure?" Hong Yu's face was full of doubts.

Hong Ling's head nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

"I" Zhou Fan just wanted to explain clearly. was interrupted by Hong Ling.

"I'm starving, do you have anything to eat?"

"If you buy the food, ask our chef to show us your hands," Hong Yu made a gesture of invitation.

"Excuse me, she just arrived and vomited all the way, let her rest." Hong Ling gave Hong Yu a blank look.

You can't let him find out now, or he'll be mad. will also let Zhou Fan go.

"Okay, my Chef Hong will cook a few specialty dishes today." After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves and went downstairs, and the stairs made a protesting knock.

"I think you're going to live in this room! You can see the cherry blossoms as soon as you open the window of this room, and the room has been cleaned, so let's take a look." Shi Lang opened the door and let Zhou Fan in.

The room is not large, but there is a large bed, and there is no bedding. There is a desk around the corner, with books arranged irregularly. Don't even have a wardrobe? Zhou Fan wondered.

"Don't have a closet?" Zhou Fang asked Shi Lang.

"Next door is the closet shoe and cloakroom, the room is small, and I can't fit too many items."

It is said that there is a shortage of housing in Japan, but it seems that it is not. "Is there still anyone living in this house?" Zhou Fang touched the wall with his hand and sniffed it.

"There's also a Japanese lady who is an elementary school teacher. She lives in the downstairs room. ”

It seems that there are women living here, so it is even better, after all, it is inconvenient for men and women to live together.

Hong Yu introduced him one by one, it seems that he is very good at cooking, both in appearance and taste. The taste of mapo tofu is authentic, with enoki mushrooms, braised hairtail, braised eggplant, shrimp, and finally kelp tofu soup.

These are all home-cooked dishes, and if the restaurant also makes these dishes, she doesn't have to worry about it, she is very worried, and shakes her chopsticks with her head down.

"What's the matter, don't you get along?" Zhou Fang saw that she was reluctant to move the chopsticks, so he asked in a low voice.

"No, maybe I'm sleepy." She deliberately rubbed her eyes so that no one else could find out.

"Let's go rest after eating, and I'll take you to the store tomorrow." Shi Lang said with a smile.

After laying out the futon, Zhou Fan lay down on the bed tiredly, and soon entered his dream.