She poured warm water on Qu Yong's naked and firm chest, and then put her mouth to his earlobe, and said angrily: "Aren't there a saying in the Chinese: There are friends from afar, and today you came from afar, don't you invite me to the soup to talk?" ”

"I..." Qu Yong was nervous and didn't know what to do, before he could refuse, the bride Luo had already giggled, got up and unbuckled her belt, and the old kimono suddenly slid off her shoulders and fell on the stone steps.

She didn't have anything to wear inside, not even the belly pocket under the traditional kimono, and the crystal curtain was moving in the breeze, and the shelves were full of roses. But Qu Yong finally saw the scene under her rose, and below that was a fierce tiger, colorful tiger.

A ferocious and ferocious colorful tiger is making a gesture of wanting to pounce, and the smell of the fishy wind is great, and it is the rose that it wants to pounce.

"There is a tiger in the heart, sniffing the rose?" Qu Yong remembered what the Ninth Master said that day, and sighed softly.

"Isn't it pretty?"

"Beautiful."

With a low smile, the bride slowly walked into the bath, and the warm water soaked her delicate body, and slowly drowned the tiger and the rose.

Her demeanor was not at all like that of a woman who had stripped naked, she was still so natural, her eyes were haughty and lonely.

"I haven't said my name yet, my name is Nanako Miyamoto, you can call me Acai."

"Acai?" Qu Yong was not particularly shocked by the name, he said: "My name is... Taku Takei. ”

"Taku Takei? Japanese names? ”

"Hmm."

"But it doesn't matter." Nanako Miyamoto muttered, "Everyone is a floating fate, so why care about the name." ”

"Actually, I..."Qu Yong said, "I didn't call... Serve? ”

"I know." Nanako Miyamoto's index finger nail was also coated with rose flower juice, dotted on Qu Yong's strong pectoralis major muscle, she bit her red lip lightly, and said charmingly: "Isn't this more fateful?" ”

"Really?" Of course, Qu Yong also knew that this Miyamoto Nanako was definitely not an ordinary person, and no ordinary person could tattoo such a weird and strange pattern on her body.

"You don't believe in fate?"

"Believe."

"Young kids."

I don't know if it's because this scene is too strange, or because in a foreign country, Qu Yong actually let this strange woman stick to him, and he has a sense of fate in his heart.

"Does it hurt to engrave your tattoo?"

"Oh?" Nanako Miyamoto has already covered all her tattoos under the water, and her big eyes still have a soft loneliness in the mist of the water, "You are the first man to ask this question, usually when men see this pattern, they think of how to possess ......"

"Really?" Qu Yong had a kind of self-consciousness in his heart, and consciously told him that the pattern on this woman was the source of her loneliness, and this pattern gave her an extraordinary charm, but it was also a vulnerable place.

"What the hell is this?"

"This is a very strange man, the marks left on me, do you want to hear this story?"

"I'll go..."Qu Yong finally understood, he shouted wildly in his heart, he actually let himself encounter this situation, as mentioned earlier, the first kind of custom shop bar, there are "escort" girls in it, but in addition to women, there are also many men engaged in this work, mainly for those lonely housewives. And although this woman Qu Yong didn't know what her identity was, she came to this small hotel to reveal the secret in her heart.

People are very strange, sometimes the words in their hearts can't be said to the people around them, but they can confide in strangers, so in Japan the custom of the mother is so popular, and this woman is also because of the pressure that cannot be disclosed, she coincidentally found Qu Yong and wanted to tell him the secret.

Of course, in this woman's heart, Qu Yong is just a strange and ordinary little boy, from a foreign country, and the two may never see each other again after this night, so she completely exposed her loneliness in front of Qu Yong.

"Don't you want to hear it? A man from a foreign country? ”

"Please." Qu Yong did not refuse, since arriving in Japan, he feels that he has opened up a lot, besides, as long as there is curiosity, it is impossible not to be interested in this kind of story.

"It was a long time ago." Nanako Miyamoto pulled two powdery snow arms around the edge of the bath, and let the mist blur her eyes.

"Back then, I was a little girl, once I went on an adventure with my sister in the suburbs of the ancient house, it was a centuries-old ancient house, no one ever knew what was inside, the legend was that there was a ghost crying in the middle of the night, I was bold since I was a child, so that summer, I forced my sister to run into the ancient house together."

"Sometimes, a small thing or a thought can change a person's life, but my sister she didn't do anything, just because of my willfulness, she was also involved in that unknowable fate."

"What's in the old house?" Qu Yong couldn't help but ask, in many Japanese novels, ancient houses are often places where ghosts exist, and Japan, like China, has a very long culture, and many of their traditional cultures are relatively well preserved.

"There are broken furniture inside, dust all over the sky, this is a deserted old house, we looked around next to each other hurriedly, but we didn't find anything, just when we looked around and wanted to go out, my sister was attracted by a painting hanging in the main hall."

"Guess what's that?"

"I can't guess." Qu Yong told the truth, it is too difficult to guess what paintings will hang in a declining old house.

"It's a picture of a tiger." Nanako Miyamoto didn't expect Qu Yong to answer, in fact, in her eyes, Qu Yong was just a stranger, and his role was equivalent to a tree hole in a fairy tale, and the tree hole was responsible for listening to the little girl's heart when she first fell in love.

"Tiger Figure?" Qu Yong immediately thought of the colorful tiger on Nanako Miyamoto's white belly.

"You guessed it." Miyamoto Nanako knew what Qu Yong was thinking, she bowed her head slightly and said: "It's this tiger picture, my sister looked at it for a long time, and suddenly said, this picture is very good, but something is missing." ”

"What's missing?"

That year's sister, just fifteen years old, but she has been learning Chinese ink-splashed landscape painting for nearly ten years, she suddenly said this, I also looked at this tiger carefully, but I looked left and right, I didn't know what was missing, so I asked: "Sister, what is missing in this painting?" ””