It's another cloudless day, and this guy is standing on a Shinkansen platform somewhere in Kyoto with a tired face, not so much like a dead fish as a salted fish that has become loose after soaking in boiling water for a long time. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Some are dead, but he is alive, some are alive, but he is dead.

Of course Gu Feng is still alive, but he is probably not far from death, why? It's not why, this thing isn't a character who likes to stay in the crowd in the first place. The air with thin oxygen concentrations due to high population density, the smell of mothballs on office workers' suits in the air, and the crowd itself all tormented the nerves of this naturally withdrawn fellow. Strange to say, he was able to work for six hours in the legendary stench "food reprocessing workshop" without frowning a brow, but he couldn't stand the feeling of being in the crowd.

The traffic in Kyoto isn't crowded, but there are so many people that this guy is really going to die.

All in all, after going through some twists and turns, and after turning around for I don't know how many stops, Gu Feng came to Kyoto, which he should have arrived in more than half a month ago.

Why didn't this guy choose to fly directly from Nagasaki to Tokyo on a normal plane? Because he thinks that the Shinkansen will never crash again, and for the old style, which has always had bad luck, the Shinkansen is indeed relatively safe. The only thing that made him unhappy was that the process was so uneventful that he didn't even get a chance to see the legendary tram maniac, so there was nothing to describe.

So, although there was a long delay in between, he had arrived in Kyoto anyway, so what should he do next?

Gu Feng slipped out of the station like a zombie, looked left and right for a few times, and found a person who seemed to have the least flow of traffic and floated over. I found a convenience store that didn't do well and walked to the magazine area, but he didn't pick up any magazines, but just stared blankly at the magazine cover on the shelf, not knowing what he was thinking, or maybe he didn't think about anything, just feeling the deserted atmosphere, and there were no dozens of people competing for air resources with him.

This boring process lasted for ten minutes, and the clerk glanced here several times "inadvertently".

After smashing the bar and smashing the mouth, Gu Feng suddenly remembered that he hadn't eaten breakfast yet, so he left the convenience store casually and ate a bowl of ramen.

As the saying goes, after the soup was sent into his stomach without a drop of food, this guy finally remembered what he was doing, took out a hand from his trouser pocket, clicked it a few times, and opened the memo.

One of the things you must try when you come to Kyoto is to eat a raw Hachihashi.

ps: Whether it's the main family, or the clan family, or the ancestral store, you can do it.

That's what was written in the memo, and it's pretty obvious who left it.

By the way, that thing is also known as Yatsuhashi mochi, which is a Japanese confectionery made with rice flour, sugar, cinnamon, etc. It is one of Kyoto's most iconic specialties.

Gu Feng took the words in his mind and rearranged them in several ways, and found that he could only come to the conclusion that "this is a useless text". But this product has not given up, and has found the corresponding hiragana and katakana in the alphabetical order of p and s, and even found the pronunciation of the corresponding order in the fifty-tone list, trying to get some kind of information by recombining.

After ten minutes of playing with interest in the ramen shop, this guy finally decided that this was just a very ordinary text, which was what it meant on the surface. After coming to a conclusion, Gu Feng took a napkin, wiped his mouth and hands, crumpled it into a ball, and then threw it down fiercely.

"Pit daddy, this is!"

Gu Feng felt that he had been fooled, which was not allowed by him, because in this guy's concept, he was the only one who fooled others, so the unhappiness was certain.

"That little girl...... How dare you ......"

The guy's dog eyes began to release dead air to the outside world, but before the thing could continue to pollute the air, the ramen chef was already staring at the guy with the same unhappy face.

"That's it...... This guest, I don't mean to disturb your nagging, but can you please not throw garbage? ”

"Huh?"

Gu Feng blinked, and quickly understood what the ramen chef meant by the garbage, so he bent down and threw the paper towel he had thrown on the ground back into the garbage basket.

"It's rude."

After leaving the ramen shop, Gu Feng began to feel that he seemed to have encountered a little problem, saying that he didn't know where Abe's house was at all.

I wanted to find a few aunts who knew astronomy and geography in the vegetable market to find out the information, however, something that made this guy feel that the egg hurt appeared, where did the vegetable market come from......

After a little flexibility, Gu Feng found a telephone pole, not with the intention of hitting his head, but because there was a map of the vicinity on it, after writing down the contents of it, Gu Feng walked towards the nearest supermarket. Well...... Maps are probably for young people like Gu Feng.

No, although it is the nearest supermarket, the supermarket has always been built in a high-density area, and this guy just walked around to a less crowded place, so it still takes a lot of time to think of the so-called nearest supermarket.

Anyway, even though the goal has been clear, why does this guy still look weak, and after slowly spending thirty minutes to complete the distance that a normal person can walk in fifteen minutes, Gu Feng came to the bustling street again.

Tilting his head slightly, a signboard has a familiar text on it, so it attracts the attention of the ancient style.

On the other side of the street, in the view of the old style, there is a very large storefront, and even so, it is still very crowded. On the heads of that group of humans, there is a signboard, and the unnecessary words are thrown away, and the archaic gaze stays on the "Shenghachi Bridge (Shenghachibashi)" before falling on the formidable number of humans.

Belch......

Nearly an hour later, Gu Feng returned to his original path with a dead face, compared to an hour ago...... Haggard a lot.

Gu Feng glanced at the delicate packaging box he was carrying, and seemed to sigh helplessly.

What the hell am I doing......

After all, the shifted gaze returned to the front, and Gu Feng quickened his pace slightly, and after a while, he came to a large supermarket.

After putting the things in his hand in the locker, Gu Feng paced into the supermarket, after all, it is a large supermarket, the variety and quantity of goods are considerable, and there are also various partitions, such as snack area and toy area or something, but Gu Feng is impossible to die to the kind of place where bear children run all over the ground.

So this guy came to the food area, due to the problem of national conditions, even supermarkets do not have too many vegetables and fruits, and the prices are relatively high, here are more meat containers and storage freezers in various sealed packages. By the way, there is also a tasting area.

After glancing around with his eyes for a few seconds, Gu Feng walked over to several mature women who were gathered around and whose size matched his requirements (laughs).

After spending half an hour negotiating, Gu Feng returned to the front of the supermarket.

After all, the old style is self-taught Japanese through informal means, but there is no need to describe it as "self-taught", this guy's pronunciation is quite standard, and the basic dialogue will not make people hear any problems. But, yes, I'm going to say but, the level of this product is technically only half a bucket of water, if he seriously and humbly learns, with his ability, it will take about a week or two to get through, but this guy didn't do that.

So that's the way the ancient Japanese level is, but it's nothing, it's just that I can't read billboards occasionally, and it's hard to extract any information from my aunt's M60 machine gun-like speech speed. To put it simply, this guy grinded his mouth for half an hour and got nothing.

"Hmmm......"

Back in front of the supermarket door.

After thinking for a while, Gu Feng took out his mobile phone from his pocket again.