The inn chosen by Hachi looks very simple, and the door is closed on weekdays, and the door is full of birds. Visitors need to buckle the ring to inform the child in the door, and then the child will be led to the front of the room. The overall environment is quiet and elegant, and the architectural layout is slightly different from what you are used to here. If a person who doesn't understand must think that this inn is very simple, even shabby, and replace it with a vassal and elegant literati, he will definitely be unable to help but chant a few poems along the way. The winding pavilions and pavilions, the strange rockeries of the ghostly axe, the strange flowers and plants scattered in a patchwork, the carefully paved goosesoft stone pavement, etc., none of these are not built with money and care.

Chihiro watched the inn get farther and farther away, picked up another piece of fruit from the plate, and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Hachi," she couldn't help but speak, feeling the need to remind him, "don't you think it's a little strange to be in tatters?" ”

The woman's pronunciation was slurred, and Hachi glanced at her and said, "What's strange?" ”

She swallowed what was in her mouth, lifted her ass and sat down next to Hachi, patted him on the shoulder, and motioned for him to lower his head.

Chihiro leaned against his ear, making sure that the rags who were driving the car outside would not be heard, and whispered about the rags they encountered before going out.

"What the hell are you trying to say?" Hachi looked at Chihiro's expectant gaze, and his heart was relieved, and the eyeballs behind his glasses shot a cold glow.

Chihiro is immersed in the remake of Romeo and Juliet at the moment, completely ignoring Hachi's unhappiness, supporting her head and the corners of her mouth upturned.

If he is not happy, she is happy, but she doesn't mind that her happiness is based on Hachi's pain.

She sighed leisurely, looked at Hachi lovingly, and smiled for a while before becoming serious.

"It's clear that the tattered belongs to you, and you'd better reject him sooner rather than develop the bad habit of casting nets and fishing."

Hachi was quite speechless, Chihiro sometimes looked very smart, sometimes stupid, he really wanted to knock open her skull and study the structure inside.

Seeing that Xiaoba didn't reply, she pushed him and said, "Did you hear it, are you talking?" ”

"yes, got it." Xiao Ba responded with an indifferent attitude.

He doesn't plan to break it, just because he will let things continue like this. If he wasn't sure if Park You-wearing was the target, he wouldn't have made an excuse for him to stay. He reminded himself that he had to find more things to do, and he couldn't let the two of them come into frequent contact in case they ...... The tragic memory came to mind, and he rubbed his head, unwilling to think about it any longer.

Although Hachi's attitude was perfunctory, Chihiro saw him rubbing his head, thinking that he would listen to his words, and after thinking for a while, he said: "I see that the tattered face is quite thin, don't say anything serious, such as you are too bad, you are too annoying, etc., you can't make him sad, and ......"

"Are you finished?" Hachi was not angry and interrupted her, but his tone was not heavy.

It's the first time I've seen Chihiro Kohachi, who is chattering like an old mother, but the object is wrong, who does she think of as a son?

"After all, he saved me, and I should care about him." Chihiro muttered about the rules and sat down, took a bite of the fruit, puffed out her cheeks and closed her mouth.

The three of them parked the carriage and walked to Miyoshi Street, one of the main streets where the parade passed.

Sunlight pours down through the clouds, reflecting a completely different scene on the streets.

Pedestrians on the street are like weaving flowers, and BMW carved cars are floating in the dark. There are also small stalls and vendors on both sides of the street, and a few vendors carrying goods mingle in the crowd to sell toys to children. I don't know where it came from, and the silk bamboo drums and sheng songs continued.

Chihiro hadn't been so happy as she was today for a long time, and she was like a child, and the little eight gentlemen were protecting her from being bumped into.

"It's like a holiday today." Chihiro sighed as she looked at the rags that were opening the way ahead. What's more, now she can understand all kinds of shouting and noise, thinking of this, she shook her head happily, and her earrings slapped her cheeks indiscriminately.

"Maybe for the people here, today is a festival." Hachi answered.

The closer you get to Miyoshi Street, the more people there are, and in the end, they are foot to foot, head to head, and their bodies collide with each other. Hachi leaned back slightly, stretching out an arm to block the eager people behind Chihiro.

Chihiro was not aware of Hachi's movements at all, but she noticed that from time to time there were a few glances looking towards Hachi.

Xiaoba is still wearing the moon-white robe of yesterday, and the whole person looks elegant and elegant. In his own words, it's okay for him to have a decent set, and Chihiro can satisfy whatever he likes. He is not bad for money, and he is willing to buy and buy.

Xiaoba's face is indeed easy to provoke peach blossoms, if you are not careful, won't there be a flower in front of you? Chihiro looked at the tattered head and shook her head helplessly.

The three of them finally followed the crowd to Sanhao Street, where about 100 meters of the street was lined with all kinds of paper lanterns, and a group of people dressed in colorful colors and painted masks sang and danced in the middle of the road, attracting applause from the people around them.

Chihiro tiptoed, looking over the countless people in front of her, trying to see their performances.

Hachi's height has a great advantage, and he doesn't have to work too hard to see the front clearly.

"Are we too late, why are there so many people in front?" Chihiro looked at the rows of black heads and hats in front of her, and couldn't help but ask.

"There's still an hour and a half before the parade, so it shouldn't be too late."

Hachi was right, when the news came from the front that the street parade was coming this way, the crowd behind her erupted with a strong thrust, and she had to follow the crowd if she didn't want to go.

Chihiro couldn't help but look back and see a pair of eyes that revealed enthusiasm, anticipation, and nervousness without concealment.

Suddenly, a whistle sounded, the crowd boiled, everyone scrambled to push, and the person behind him was vigorous, and Chihiro pounced on the tattered body in front.

Seeing this, Hachi pulled her in front of him to prevent her from being pushed down again.

With so many people, it's impossible to want to fall or something, but it's still possible to become a meatloaf.

Chihiro thought to herself, Hachi is really good to herself, and all kinds of small details in life will always take care of her, but ...... She lowered her eyes, gratitude is gratitude, gratitude cannot be eaten, just as love cannot be used to generate electricity.

She didn't have time to think any longer, when a steady stream of footsteps came, and she looked up and saw two rows of officers and soldiers dressed in red robes, purple coats, black hats and feathers, and three-foot swords hanging from their waists at the end of the street.

The officers and soldiers were very fast, clearing the people who had already crowded into the middle of the street back into the crowd, guarding the street so that these people would not cross a single step.

This is a sign that the parade will soon arrive.