Mo Yan's chick nodded wildly like eating rice.

Who could she talk to?

That is, Wang Chengyou.

But for some reason, since 3 days ago, Wang Chengyou suddenly became depressed.

Although he didn't say anything discouraged, she couldn't have captured it more clearly than in a disturbed tone.

She could feel it, but she couldn't ask. I'm afraid I won't be able to give him the comfort he wants.

Once upon a time, he spoke freely, but now he wants to speak and stop.

Mo Yan cheered himself up and said, "It doesn't matter, I'll go back in a few days." After going back, even if you can't give Wang Chengyou the comfort he wants, you can at least hold him and give him the warmth he wants. ”

On the 29th day, the tour team arrived at the departure station, Tokyo.

Mr. Kawabata, because he was going to visit a friend who came unexpectedly from abroad, laughed and gave everyone another half-day off.

Vivian encouraged Mo Yan to accompany her to get a tattoo.

"Tattoos?"

"That's right. Commonly known as tattoos. Vivien smiled sweetly. She is sweet and salty, and she is the best girl Mo Yan has met in recent years. Of course, Mo Yan didn't know that this good girl tattooed, smoked, drank, and sweared, just selectively performed "good" in front of her.

Vivien leaned over, raised her hand, and grabbed her clothes with her fingers, revealing one side of her breast, where a small elephant was tattooed: "I like symmetry, it's good to have a tattoo on this side and a tattoo on the other side." ”

"Tattoo an elephant too?"

"Not necessarily. What do you like? If you choose, what do you choose? ”

Mo Yan smiled when he ate it: "I won't get tattoos in such a tricky place." ”

"You can change places."

"Phew, you're getting in. I don't want a tattoo. ”

Vivian wasn't angry when she was rejected, she just happily wrapped her arms around Mo Yan's shoulders and shook her coquettishly: "You just go with me." I don't dare to be alone, what if I meet the big brother of society at the tattoo artist? ”

Mo Yan couldn't shirk it, so he had to go together.

They went to a brightly lit tattoo parlor in a busy shopping street, and through the glass window, it was easy to see that the tattoo artist was a young lady.

"I don't think the rough men who joined the gang would come to get tattoos like such a delicate and cute young lady, right?" Before Vivien entered the store, she hugged Mo Yan's arm tightly and cheered herself up.

Mo Yan smiled until his legs were weak. It's rare to see Vivien.

She may have something to do with going home one more day.

"Don't be afraid," Mo Yan said to comfort Vivian, "People who join the gang nowadays will not get tattoos easily, for fear of being noticed by the police." Moreover, the people of the Neon Country are quite disgusted by large-scale tattoos. Nowadays, the number of people who get tattoos is decreasing, and the number of people who are still prejudiced against tattoos is more than before, and public places such as bathhouses and gyms will explicitly say that people who refuse to get tattoos go in and out. So, the chances of you meeting a social person are almost zero. ”

Vivian looked at Mo Yan adoringly, and nodded trustingly: "Then rush the duck." With that, he pushed the door open and entered the store.

Two hours later, Vivi left the store with peace of mind and satisfaction.

Finally symmetrical. On the side of the * room on the side of the inner wall of the left arm, there is now a small green snake quietly coiled. Vivien laughed more than usual.

"Happy to be like this?" At noon, Mo Yan, who was eating a set meal at an izakaya, couldn't help but tease Vivian, who had a cracked mouth to the root of her ear.

Vivien's eyebrows fluttered, and she lowered her voice: "Tell you quietly, he will come tonight." ”

"Who?"

"Hate, who else!"

Mo Yanyi will come over, Vivian is talking about Wenhao.

It's normal for a writer to come to see Vivian. Mo Yan found that he was a little sad, Wang Chengyou never said that he was coming, he was obviously not short of money, and the school exam had ended ten days ago.

"Congratulations, congratulations. You probably won't be sharing a room with me tonight. ”

Vivien covered her face, and Gege laughed.

In the afternoon, Mo Yan continued his study tour.

At the end of the study tour, Mo Yan stood at the famous Shibuya intersection and bowed his head to answer the phone.

Tokyo's Shibuya Intersection is known as "the world's largest intersection", and many movies and TV shows show the city's bustling city. Over time, it has become one of the tourist attractions, and standing at the intersection, you can see the spectacular scene of surging crowds crossing the road from all sides.

It is said that about 2.5 million people walk around here every day, more than 1,000 people every minute.

Mo Yan was still waiting for the phone to be connected, and a pair of hands suddenly stretched out from behind her back, covering her in front of her.

Slender, clean, masculine hands.

Mo Yanxin jumped a few beats sharply, and his thoughts instantly jumped to the three words "Wang Chengyou".

She turned around in surprise, but was stunned to find that the person standing behind her was a writer who laughed at Cen Cen.

"How are you?" Mo Yan took two steps back. The previous distance and position, I don't want to be embarrassed.

Wenhao showed a sad face, but of course, his eyes were still smiling.

Mo Yan was embarrassed to decompose: "I mean, shouldn't you be with your fiancée?" ”

Wenhao shrugged: "I called her, and she was making a face in the beauty salon." I called the ground pick-up, and the ground pick-up told me that he was going to pick you up soon. As soon as I saw that I was closer than he was to you, I volunteered to come. ”

Mo Yan smiled and responded.

"What do you want to eat at night?" The writer pulled Mo Yan so as not to be hit by the road next to him.

Mo Yan was a little embarrassed: "What to eat, you should discuss it with Vivian, I don't want to take the lead." ”

Wen Hao laughed heartily, "Vivien won't mind. She told me she loved you to death. If you're as rich as I am, she's ready to be a lesbian. ”

Mo Yan's embarrassment dissipated in the writer's joke.

The green light was about to end, and someone on the opposite side ran recklessly. Wenhao pulled Mo Yan over, pulled her into his arms, and narrowly avoided the reckless passerby. Immediately, without waiting for Mo Yan to express his position, the writer held Mo Yan's arm with both hands quite calmly and straightened Mo Yan. It only takes three or four seconds.

Mo Yan had no choice but to pretend that everything was normal.

"The secretary booked a ticket for tomorrow night, but it was 1 o'clock in the morning when I arrived in Shanghai. I would also like to ask you, do you want to postpone it for one night and leave again during the day after tomorrow? ”

"Don't do it, set off during the day, you have to waste a whole day."

"You're really saving your time right now. Sometimes, seeing you work so hard and so hard, even I can't figure out whether it is right or wrong for me to train you like this. ”

Mo Yanwaner: "Just because I am deeply grateful to you, you are right." ”

"Mo Yan, are you really grateful to me?" Wenhao grabbed Mo Yan's shoulders and forced her to face herself. Wenhao asked so seriously and solemnly, Mo Yan was not embarrassed to let go of his hand, but nodded equally seriously.