SHIBUYA SHIBUYA.

The lights couldn't be brighter, and everywhere you can see huge screens flipping and playing all kinds of beautiful product advertisements. All kinds of discount information and promotions are breathtaking.

Of course, these only caused a temporary novelty in Sangxia.

It didn't take long for her to feel dazzling and unbearable, and she pouted: "This is more dazzling than the huge sun in the desert, and it's ugly." ”

"No swearing. After Fusu finished speaking, he realized something and looked at her a little unnaturally.

Well, I didn't snort with disdain on my face like before, I want you to take care of it. This can be regarded as an improvement in the relationship between the two. Well, yes, it's an epoch-making step forward.

The steps were still too big, probably because of the slow reaction, and after a while, Sangxia suddenly stopped, turned his head sideways, and tilted his eyes to look at him for a while, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, he didn't say anything unpleasant, and continued to walk forward quickly.

God knows where she's going. As if I was familiar with this crowded city.

Alas... Fusu sighed, shook his head amusedly, and quickly followed.

In addition to the dazzling lights on the streets of Shibuya, the passers-by walking in the middle of it are also a unique sight.

In addition to the average office worker who is dressed normally, there are a large number of mavericks here. Their clothing was distinctly distinctive, and it no longer seemed surprising that they were unconventional.

Office workers in formal attire have a completely commonplace look at those in fancy clothes with colorful heads on top of them.

However, in the rest of the month, Fusu's short silver gray hair has grown a lot, and he really looks no different from those middle two youths.

Moreover, it is also the most influential type in the second mile. From hair color to socks, people are almost armed to the teeth.

Sanxia stared at Fusu with a wicked look, and then compared him to a group of young men in robes and katanas in their hands not far away. Shake your head, your black clothes are not enough to look at.

Fusu probably guessed that she didn't know what she was teasing herself in her heart, so she turned her face away angrily.

There is nothing strange about it, this group of young people is quite normal. Isn't it just dyeing your hair red, green, blue, orange, and colorful, or dressing like a character from a comic, it's too normal?

"Don't you see? There are two lobsters over there. “

"Where is the lobster?"

Following Fusu's finger and glancing at the past, Sang Xia ran away as soon as the smoker slipped away.

"It's people. People pretend to be lobsters! People are pretended to be in prop costumes, and they can't be eaten. ”

"Oh, but why do good people dress up as lobsters?"

Sang Xia looked at the endless flow of people with a confused expression, and suddenly giggled, "Fusu, look, do they look like a school of fish?"

Blame this city for being too avant-garde, or is it strange that the world is already strange. As for why people dress themselves up as other creatures, Fusu can't explain this question.

Indeed, at first glance, the crowd of people walking through the dense zebra crossing really looks like a school of fish swimming in the deep sea and being chased by sharks.

The people of this city seem to be forever chasing after terrible monsters when they walk in the city, wishing that they could grow a pair of wings and flee quickly.

Her eyes glowed green, looking at the food advertisements scrolling on the giant screen, and the corners of her mouth hung unabashedly.

Fusu glanced at the surrounding streets, recognized the direction, and walked towards another street. This guy has to be fed quickly, or the whole world will look like food to her eyes.

Of course, Sanxia couldn't really run to eat people, and she wasn't the monster that ran after people's butts.

It's just that it looks a little scary, and he smacks his lips solemnly at the fat man in a bathrobe and combing a big ginkgo bun in front of a tavern.

"They're sumo wrestlers. Sumo wrestling is a popular sport among this nation, similar to wrestling. It first originated in our country, and in the Qin period, we called this sport kakuto, and it was not until the Northern and Southern Dynasties that it was called sumo..."

Fusu explained matter-of-factly, a very good teacher. It's a pity that this Sanxia is not the well-behaved and good student before. Waving his hand impatiently, he stroked his stomach and made a loud noise.

Walk through the central block and turn into a narrow alley, and if memory serves, there is Omotesando in front of you.

When Fusu saw the road sign in Kitayama, he confirmed that his memory was not accurate.

After a while, the two walked into a small and inconspicuous building. Sang Xia followed closely behind Fusu and walked down the corridor. The gray-black wall is only hit by a bright beam of light, which is simple but also shows a bit of artistic conception.

Knock on the door and you'll be greeted by a quaint yet modern and elegant shop.

There was no reservation, but fortunately it was not full, and I followed a petite girl with a very cute smile to a cubicle and sat down.

The dinner for two begins with a dish called 'Ryuichi Apoyamada Nishiki Teo Rice Junmai Daiginjo'.

Appetizer: Steamed eggs with salmon roe from Iwate Prefecture, the salty and umami flavor of the fish roe and the mellow aroma of the eggs are harmonious, filling the taste buds and leaving a strong fragrance that is enough to linger for a long time;

The umami of the matsutake mushroom is lifted to the extreme by the bonito broth, and the taste is so gentle that it seems like a warm breeze blowing through the tip of the tongue.

Fusu was served with lime to drink, but before Sang Xia could learn that there was such a way of drinking, it was already Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit, and he drank it dry in three or two sips.

Next up is the main course, Xiangfu: sashimi of bonito and red sea bream with sliced lotus stems, Japanese coriander, minced ginger, and wasabi.

Dragonflies dip some of the fish in water and put it in their mouths, and their teeth and cheeks are full of flavors. Sweet, slightly spicy, and light and spicy interplay compose a taste song, which is so wonderful that it is impossible to speak.

Sang Xia didn't understand, he did the same, but he still dipped in wasabi and choked himself with crimson for a while.

Fusu smiled and fed a piece of lotus stalk to her mouth, and the refreshing and pleasant breath rushed to the top of her head and then fell into her stomach.

Eight-inch debut: charcoal-smoked rice ears, Yamato taro paste and red shrimp creation, squid salt spicy, charcoal-grilled medaka, scallop sweetfish, charcoal-grilled sweet chestnut, and small mushrooms and small taro for foil. A large plate is full, and it looks terrible when it is well placed.

Yamato taro is fresh and sweet, and the salt flavor of the squid is just right, but it is difficult to grasp the proportion of not staining the tongue.

The medaka is actually air-dried overnight, processed with charcoal, crispy and fragrant, and the scallop sweetfish is marinated in vinegar, the fresh and slightly sour taste is extremely unique, and it is by no means the faint impression of ordinary Japanese food.

Freshly caught Akashi Strait mackerel is grilled over charcoal, and the meat is firm and completely non-firewood, and the heat and technique are well controlled.

There is also a dish of red sea bream surimi balls, pumpkin and komatsuna stewed in kombu and bonito broth, and the gentle flavor makes the taste buds of the two people feel a short rest from the various flavors.

Speaking of which, there are a lot of dishes, but in essence, it is really not enough for Sangxia to stuff his teeth. With a look of 'insatiable desire', a happy light finally appeared in his eyes when the rice was served.

The clay pot rice is also based on kombu and bonito stock, and the freshly caught saury is not the best season, but it does not affect the flavor of the saury rice. The crystal clear grains are clearly distinguished, and the miso sauce and new fragrance make the stomach and intestines feel greatly satisfied.

Finally, there is the dessert with a lovely name, 'Mizuko', a small bowl of arrowroot flour cake with three pots of powdered sugar and black honey, a small plate of green grapes and Japanese pomegranate with wine gel, and the most lackluster matcha ice cream. It's not the kind that you can buy everywhere in a street shop, it's all homemade at this restaurant.

After eating and drinking, Sang Xia breathed a sigh of relief, burped and sat on the seat behind him with his hands propped up, and the whole person looked so paralyzed that he looked like he was going to lie down at any time, and at the same time kept smacking his lips, without any image at all.

Fusu didn't remind her to pay attention to her appearance and posture because of the strange eyes of the guests around her, and she didn't need to.

Isn't life just to be comfortable, besides, she didn't do anything out of the ordinary, she just didn't look like it. It's not a big deal, she's happy.

'Uh' burps again and swallows the melted matcha ice cream. It's a good habit to not waste anything at all.

"The food is weird, but it's really delicious. I don't know how much more delicious it is than Meng Yi's cooking!"

Fusu looked at her amusedly, of course this girl didn't know that this was one of the best dishes in Japan.

Not to mention the top-notch, it is also ranked 81st among Japanese restaurants and a Michelin-starred restaurant.

Of course, she didn't know how long her meal was worth her work for Qiao Ziye.

While the two of them were having a good time, the hotel around Yoyogi Park that had received two suspicious people was about to fry.

The police come and go, and unsuspecting passers-by privately think that there is some bloody incident such as a homicide here.

I have to say that the people of this nation are really calm. No one is afraid, there are good things everywhere, and there are some curious people around the door of the hotel talking enthusiastically.

There are people who are familiar with the hotel insiders to convey a general meaning, and there are two people in camouflage uniforms who are covered in blood and dirty like street sleepers...

The police are not calm anymore, they are really persistent. The surveillance in the hotel could not find any clues, and the camera data of all the surrounding streets was reluctantly checked. However, these two people seemed to have evaporated out of thin air.

Could it be that this is some kind of professional killer who has infiltrated our bustling Tokyo? But why did he open a room in a hotel in such a high-profile manner? And there is no trace of use in the room except for the bathroom, only a set of clothes stained with a lot of blood. I took it for testing, but I didn't know what the blood was.

The sad Shibuya Police Station is like a great enemy, and all the staff must be mobilized, and those two suspicious elements must be found, otherwise it will be terrible if there is some homicide. If Fusu learned that the two were in a semi-wanted state, I don't know how he would feel.

The officers dispersed, and Shibuya walked around comparing the photos in his hands, thinking that he would have to arrest the dangerous person quickly.

However, the two semi-wanted people were hanging on the streets of Kita-Aoyama in Omotesando with their full stomachs on the ground.

The curtain night is probably what it looks like here, looking up at the sky, and the eyes are full of gold stars.

It's not that there are really stars, but it's bright and annoying everywhere. No matter how late it is, the city always seems to have people on the road, hurrying, indifferent but looking kind. This strange blend of temperament made Sang Xia very uncomfortable.

Not long after leaving, Sang Xia suddenly turned his head and grabbed Fusu's hands and looked at him fixedly.

It's false to say that you don't panic. Fusu's heart jumped wildly inexplicably, and even his breathing became rapid at the same time.

His eyes flickered slightly, he settled his mind and smiled gently.

"What's wrong?"

He suddenly had a certain realization, as if he no longer compared her to the main body, consciously or unconsciously.

It was as if at some point, he had decided that she was her. Whether it's her now or the woman she used to be, it's just her. Is this a form of infidelity?

He didn't have time to think about it, because she really looked as good as ever when she smiled.

"Let's take another look at the starry sky of the Black Horse River!"

Nodding, he walked into a dark corner, the golden light shimmering.

I pity the officers of the Shibuya Police Station, and I am desperately looking for people all over the world and finding them with two eyes. It wasn't until the third day that the police department shook its head helplessly and announced that it had stopped this meaningless work.

Say goodbye to Tokyo without attachment. The cherry blossoms are beautiful and the food is great, but other than that, it is useless in Sanxia's eyes.

In her eyes, there was only the silver light of the stars, pouring out the brilliance of the eyes, which was the light in the sky and the light in her heart.

The starry sky of the Black Horse River is as bright as ever, and the silver dragon is spitting out the unpredictable energy of the universe.

There is a tent in the night of the fight, as bright as the stars on the grassland, and the sound of the piano that does not play in the winter is spread in the wind from a distant place.

'Woo-la-la, distant man, take a look.'

Take a look at this fertile soil with abundant water and plants. Woo la, my sweetheart, take a look.

Look at me plucking the most beautiful flowers for you. Woo la la...

You may not know me, but one day, you will know me.

I am the Black Horse River, I am the land of Qinghai, I am the eagle on the grassland, and I am the lone wolf in the desert.

Woo la la... You will remember me, please remember me...'

Sang Xia listened to the singing voice from afar, and said sincerely: "It's so good!

Looking at the celestial galaxy quietly, it is a long process to change the stars.

But the glint in her eyes had a sense of the passage of thousands of years.

Fusu looked at her shining eyes in a daze, as if she had fallen into a deep whirlpool, unable to extricate herself and unwilling to extricate herself.

Sinking, a sense of intoxication filled his brain, and he bent his lips and smiled, a smile as beautiful as the stars in the sky.

was silent, but reached out and gently held her. A warm current passed through his palm, and he could feel the slight movement of her fingertips, and she could also sense that his warm skin was getting hotter and hotter.

On the grassland, under the starry sky, the two stared at each other for a long time. In the vast world, a lifetime is a couple. How nice would it be if that was all there was?!

What if nothing existed?

There is no catastrophe, no catastrophe, no realm of the dead, no unknown energy.

There is no past life, only this life. Whatever, let anything that can not exist be made non-existent.

As long as they look at each other for a long time, no matter what kind of doppelganger it is, whether it is that her or this her, the person in front of him is his her. He didn't think about it, and he didn't want to think about it.

There are many things that do not need to be taken seriously, and there is no need to go to great lengths to find an absolutely correct path.

Whatever, isn't it?

Let's go, maybe we can get through?