Hua Ting slept well that night, nestled in Jian Yi's arms with her back turned, his warm arms across her waist, holding the hand on her chest, feeling so reassured that she wanted to cry.
Hua Ting vaguely felt as if someone was kissing her fingers devoutly and carefully, repeatedly and carefully, and finally landed on the center of her palm, which was unbearably hot.
When Hua Ting woke up, Jian Yi had already gotten up.
She freshened up briefly and unconsciously touched the palms of her hands that still had the itch.
The hollow railings were cold and cold, and she felt as if a piece of graphite had been pressed down on her heart, as if she had a deep premonition.
Smelling the aroma of the vegetables, she happily trotted all the way to the dining table on the first floor.
Unexpectedly, Shi Yin'ai was there so early in the morning.
Jian Yi has already prepared breakfast, which consists of white porridge and a few simple side dishes.
They are all non-spicy and oily, and are very light.
Shi Yinai took a bite of the tomato scrambled eggs first.
The taste was very fresh and sweet.
The simpler the dish, the more skillful it is.
So she sincerely praised it: "It's delicious.
I didn't expect Jian Yi to make Chinese breakfast."
"I can do a lot more," Jian Yi said mysteriously, "It's a pity that you can't eat it."
Shi Yin loved to laugh and scold: "Then I'll come here every day to eat."
Hua Ting rolled her eyes.
Jian Yi thoughtfully scooped up a small bowl of white porridge for her and said, "Come on, have a taste.
The porridge has just come out of the pot.
Check whether it is hot or not."
Hua Ting calmly took a small sip, not bothering to reply, and just ate it with side dishes.
Jian Yi showed his usual doting smile, patted her furry head, and went to the stairwell, "I'll go upstairs and change clothes.
After eating, I'll take you to Lao Jiang's."
Hua Ting gave a perfunctory "hmm", and Shi Yin'ai opposite her looked at her with a strange look on her face.
Hua Ting didn't say anything.
She held the bowl of hot porridge in her hand and ate the food seriously.
She knew that Shi Yin'ai opposite her couldn't hold her breath.
In less than half a minute, the woman opposite put down her bowls and chopsticks impatiently and looked at Hua Ting, who looked calm and composed from beginning to end.
Shi Yin'ai's tone was gentle and he said, "I thought you were pretty good at first, but after what happened last time, I found that I don't like you that much anymore."
"What happened last time?"
Hua Ting paused with one hand holding the chopsticks, "Oh, it meant that I almost killed your Jian Yi."
Shi Yin Ai smiled and said nothing.
Hua Ting stared at her for a few seconds, couldn't help but laugh, and said in a sincere tone: "I'm sorry for making you worry."
Hua Ting's tone was lazy, which made Shi Yin'ai's eyes flash with a cold light.
She folded her hands in front of her chest, unconsciously leaned back on the chair behind her, and said, "Do you think I'm in Jane's heart?"
What kind of weight do you have in your heart?”
"How do I know?"
Although he pretended to be nonchalant on the face, he was still inevitably sore in his heart.
"Then I'll let you take a look."
As soon as Shi Yin'ai said these words, Jian Yi's footsteps sounded regularly and rhythmically from the marble spiral staircase on the side.
She picked up a bowl of white porridge in front of her and landed on the ground with a "pop" after Jian Yi walked down two-thirds of the steps of the spiral staircase.
Hearing the sound, Jian Yi quickened her pace, took a long step forward, grabbed Shi Yin'ai's arm with one hand, and inspected her whole body carefully, "I can't even hold a piece of porridge," The words were meant to be scolding, "Did you get burned anywhere?"
Shi Yinai laughed in a weird tone, looked directly into Hua Ting's eyes without evading, and shook his head in a show-off manner, "I'm fine."
Jian Yi then let go of her hand, tilted her neck slightly, began to straighten the tie on her chest, and said like a normal person: "Have you eaten, Sister Hua?"
Hua Ting looked at him, put down the bowls and chopsticks heavily, stood up and said, "I have no appetite, let's go."
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Although Lao Jiang disagreed with Hua Ting's style of conduct, even to the point of disgust, it was not difficult for him to speak.
After Jian Yi's praise, he nodded in approval.
At the end, he said: "Because there is a task that can only be completed by her."
So in mid-October, Hanating and Inagaki Shihei embarked on a "romantic journey" to Tokyo.
In Japan in the 1930s, Chinese students could still be seen everywhere, whether in Tokyo or Osaka.
Since the September 18th Incident, Japanese imperialism has been advancing step by step, and the crisis of the Chinese nation has become increasingly serious.
Economically, in order to accumulate funds for the invasion of China, the Japanese militarists adopted measures to devalue the yen, export a large amount of goods, and simplify the entry procedures for foreign students, mainly Chinese students, to increase foreign exchange earnings.
There are also some Chinese progressive elements who, because they are dissatisfied with the reactionary rule of the Kuomintang, and some are persecuted and hunted by the Kuomintang reactionaries, have gone abroad and traveled east to Japan in search of the truth that saves the country and the people.
As of the July 7th Marco Polo Bridge Incident, there were about 5,000 to 6,000 Chinese students gathered in Tokyo from Beijing, Tianjin, Shanghai, Guangdong, Wuhan and other places.
Although Huating in the 21st century still appreciates Japan's exquisiteness and caution in food, in the old Japan of the 1930s, listening to the Japanese accents around her, and thinking of the eight-year war of resistance and sacrifice, her eyes were filled with tears.
All that was left was hatred.
Although Inagaki Shihei obviously had bad thoughts about Hanating, he was still a polite gentleman during this trip to Japan.
He walked around the eight main streets from 1-chome to 8-chome with Hanata.
Various century-old shops with long histories were lined up in rows, as well as specialty stores selling famous brand products from all over the world.
The famous Kabukiza is located on the Tsukiji side west of the 4-chome intersection, where the traditional Japanese drama Kabuki is performed.
Everyone who has been to Japan has an experience.
Whether it is in the past or in the future, you can hear this sentence from every tourist who has been to Japan, that is: "Japan is so clean."
In Japan, you can sit on any chair or stone steps on the street at any time without getting dusty at all.
On a rainy day, you don’t have to worry about stepping on dirty floors when you walk into any shopping mall or restaurant, because there will never be any mud marks.
The glass windows of office buildings, restaurants, etc. on the streets of Japan are all clean and translucent.
Hua Ting can't help but sigh, she hates Japan, but she quite appreciates the hygiene aspect.
After traveling to Osaka, Nara, Kyoto, and Hana Ting ate takoyaki for three whole days, she couldn't help but want to vomit whenever she saw anything related to octopus after returning home.
Sleeping on the tatami in her room at night, she stared at the dark yellow ceiling above her head and realized deeply that she had a strange disease.
It would be an exaggeration to say it was a crazy disease.
That is, no matter where she goes, what she eats, or what she sees, she can't help but want to share it with the guy named Jane.
At this moment, she hates how much she hates the lack of mobile phones and WeChat in this era, which makes her unable to You can report your itinerary and take food selfies anytime and anywhere.
Before returning to China, Inagaki Zhipei took her to enjoy the autumn cherry blossoms.
It can be considered that this time traveling was not in vain.
I have long heard that the cherry blossoms in Japan are more magnificent than the sunset.
The clusters of cherry blossoms really look like they have been bleached and dyed.
From a distance, they look like a wisp of morning glow.
But what surprised Huating was that the cherry blossoms on the south side of the small stone road were actually white.
Five or six small and exquisite flowers gathered together to form a flower ball.
They were crowded on the branches in clusters, stretching their narrow petals and quilts.
The stamens enclosed within it.
The sky is covered with cherry blossom petals, just like a rain of cherry blossoms.
It is really as beautiful as a picture scroll.
She thought of Jian Yi again.
It would be much more romantic if you enjoyed a cherry blossom rain with that guy.
Turning around and seeing Inagaki Zhipei under the tree, Hua Ting's expression darkened.
"What do you think, Miss Bai?"
The cherry blossom petals were scattered layer by layer on his shoulders and hair.
It should have been a beautiful scene, but in Hua Ting's eyes, it couldn't be dyed with a trace of color.
"It's beautiful."
She responded softly.
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