Autumn 2021 Haneda Airport

"The roar of the plane before landing and the feeling of leaning forward are a little uncomfortable no matter how many times you experience it."

Qiu Yang thought vigorously as he chewed on the gum.

Trying to overcome this discomfort, looking out the window, watching the scenery outside the window gradually slow down, Qiu Yang gradually had a real sense of "landing" in his heart.

This is not the first time he has been to Neon, he has been here for a week and a half almost every vacation during his years in college. From the first freshman tourist who didn't understand the language, to the junior and fourth year of college who gradually became familiar with the neon countryside to investigate and mingle with the locals - this land is no stranger to him.

It's just that this time the situation is different, and it is this that makes him a little scared and nervous now:

INTERVIEWER For at least the next five years, he will remain in this country to complete his master's and doctoral studies at the Faculty of Urban Engineering at the University of Tokyo.

Qiu Yang hugged his arms, waiting for his luggage in front of the conveyor belt, his feet beating to the rhythm of the music filled with headphones, and the sad melody made his mood gradually worse - his mood was always so easily infected by things he didn't want to do, like just watching the heavy rain would get angry, and the weather would be happy all day.

Thinking about it, perhaps it is precisely based on his understanding of this characteristic of himself that he studied architectural design as an undergraduate, so he chose to cross a little boundary, and chose this direction that requires more "empathy" to study in-depth - community building design. This requires him to truly appreciate the customs of a place and create a pleasant living environment.

Suddenly, his memories were interrupted by the noise in his ears and the strangeness of his awareness, and he lowered his head, only to find a petite figure tugging at the corner of his clothes, as if he had something to say. It's just that the girl's hat, sunglasses, and mask are fully armed, and she can't tell what she wants to say.

When I took off my headphones, I heard the girl repeating in a low voice like a mosquito, "help... pick… please…”

Qiu Yangxin said What's the matter with this girl, could it be that she is a Chinese compatriot and treats me as a local? But looking at the shirt I was wearing was clearly decorated with Chinese characters, why couldn't I see my compatriot identity...

He turned his head to look at the girl with some curiosity. The girl just stared down at her toes, avoiding each other's gaze even if she was covered by sunglasses.

It's strange in my heart, and I still have to have the gentlemanly demeanor of raising my hands. Qiu Yang nodded, which can be regarded as a promise.

After a short wait, the girl's luggage arrived—it was indeed almost as tall as herself, no wonder she needed to turn to someone.

Qiu Yang's height of more than one meter and eight years stands out in the crowd, and coupled with the traces of fitness and shaping, it really looks like he can lift this heavy object down at once.

"This girl is going to pick people too." Qiu Yang sneered.

Because he only has a small box, most of the things are planned to be moved in and then purchased, so he simply sent the Buddha to the west and helped the girl carry some luggage.

The girl was startled at first, and only after realizing that the big man in front of her had no malice did she follow suit. Because the steps are relatively small, it looks quite reluctant.

When he arrived at the arrival hall, Qiu Yang was a little worried about this reckless and not very old girl, so he asked casually in Chinese.

"Where are you going in a moment, is someone coming to pick you up?"

Seeing the girl's sluggish look, Qiu Yang felt a little reckless and took it for granted, so he changed his English and asked again, but the girl still looked like she was struggling to listen.

"Oh no, don't be a Korean girl, I can't understand the language..."

While thinking like this, Qiu Yang had the mentality of giving it a try, and finally asked in Japanese.

Without thinking, the girl showed a relieved expression and quickly replied, "It's okay, I told the agent that I would pick me up later." ”

Then he seemed to be speechless again, and changed his words: "Ah, I said something wrong, I called my family to pick it up." ”

The girl's voice was low and glutinous, and she hurriedly changed her words like a frightened little beast, which was quite cute.

I don't know why, Qiu Yang felt that the girl was a little blaming herself, and there was some coquettishness in her tone, "Why didn't you speak Japanese earlier". Qiu Yang was also depressed, I knew that you were a neon person, so I didn't have to make such a gesture.

Seeing that the girl had a guardian to pick him up, Qiu Yang also put his mind at ease, anyway, he was just polite, waved his hand as a farewell, and walked in the direction of the tram, thinking about the "agent" that the girl said just now while walking.

- "Is it a little star?" ”

I've long heard that Tokyo can shoot four people who have been on TV under a brick, but I didn't expect to let myself run into it at the beginning of my life in Tokyo.

"I guess it's some kind of little actor." Qiu Yang didn't care too much.

His knowledge of the neon entertainment world is limited to comic groups like Downtown and Cream Bisque, whose videos he watched when he first learned Japanese. He watched the rest of the Japanese dramas and Japanese movies a little bit, but he didn't know much about the actors behind the characters.

It seems that most of the people who come to study in Neon are somewhat interested in the two-dimensional and three-dimensional cultural sensibilities of Neon. For Qiu Yang, in addition to the professional level, the only thing that attracted him was the few ukiyo-e pattern albums he read when he was a child, and the works of those neon writers he read.

It's kind of an outlier among international students.

Putting aside the episodes of Fang Cai, Qiu Yang's study abroad life officially began, what he didn't know was that in the days to come, the definition of "heterogeneous" would run through his neon journey.