Although it was not an ordinary city road, Jiang Chen still followed the principle of turning and letting go straight, ordering the convoy not to move and letting the other party go first.
It’s not that he has a deep friendship with the US military stationed in Japan. After all, the other party used to just collect money to do things, but everyone is here to attend the funeral today. Even for the sake of the host, no one should go first. Who will start a dispute over this trivial matter?
Besides.
They are all people with status.
Identity represents both pattern and cultivation.
Only ordinary people would get angry and curse in anger on the street.
No.
Boss Jiang and I seemed to have the same idea, and they had a tacit understanding, and they also stopped and waited.
In the end, I saw that Boss Jiang remained motionless and was too polite, so I had no choice but to start it first.
We can't just stay here forever. There is a constant stream of guests coming to express condolences, and it is definitely not good to block the road.
Solving problems does not necessarily have to be through conflict. See, courtesy is a better way.
Both parties passed through peacefully and in an orderly manner.
Seeing this, Wu Sheng withdrew his head and raised the window again.
Although he is used to being domineering in the village, he doesn't think there is any shame in giving in. What is it in chess that never retreats?
Only pawns.
At the door of the ancestral home of the Fujiwara family, the convoy of U.S. troops stationed in Japan, which had met Boss Jiang on a narrow road before, arrived first. The car door opened, and a strong white man with a heavy back and a strong waist stepped out of the car.
It was none other than the commander of the US military stationed in Japan, the American four-star general Boni Benjamin.
Of course.
Not only the supreme commander of the US military in Japan came to express condolences, but also a series of senior generals.
As the US military stationed in Japan, they are closely entangled with the local forces in Japan. The funeral of Japan's top chaebol leader will not be absent due to emotion and reason.
"General Poni."
Knowing that everyone visiting today will be distinguished guests, Fujiwara Takuno personally greeted them at the door.
There is indeed a difference in aura.
No matter how many manpower the Fujiwara family prepared along the way, and the macho men in suits who arrived at the door of the ancestral home to enhance the atmosphere and maintain order were all black and white, as soon as these high-level officials of the US military stationed in Japan arrived, they instantly became part-timers. supporting role.
And these senior generals did not wear military uniforms and attended in civilian clothes.
"I'm sorry to hear such sad news. Chief Fujiwara dedicated his life to the country and the people. His departure is great and glorious. May he rest in peace."
Foreign troops, that They are all from the privileged class, but this four-star general is not arrogant or arrogant, and gives Fujiwara Takuno and the Fujiwara family the respect they deserve.
Times have changed.
Even if you have a dog, you cannot just punch and kick it, and receive kindness and power at the same time.
“Thank you, General Boni.”
Fujiwara Takuno looked touched and shook hands with him. While being polite, he also maintained the dignity of a Japanese family and was neither humble nor overbearing. At the same time, his eyes seemed to be attracted by something and he involuntarily looked at a white man behind Bonny Benjamin. The man looked.
The other party has brilliant blond hair, which seems to be more pure than the color of sunshine, but the skin color is so white and flawless that it can put women to shame. Coupled with the deep and three-dimensional facial features, people can't help but think of Sculptures like the sun god Apollo.
Fujiwara Takuno remained silent, but he was full of doubts in his heart.
He basically knows the senior generals of the US military in Japan. Even if he is not familiar with them, he has at least met them. However, this person who came to express condolences with the US military in Japan is quite unfamiliar.
Fujiwara Takuno quickly searched in his mind and finally confirmed that he had never seen it before.
I have to admit, in terms of appearance. Even he was a little inferior, and such a charming person, how could he not leave any impression upon seeing him once.
And.
The other party's temperament is not like a soldier at all, and is incompatible with a group of senior US military officials.
There is no doubt that this white man is definitely not on the invitation list, but Fujiwara Takuno is definitely not stupid enough to ask questions.
Visitors are guests.
Wherever you need an invitation letter, Japan's Supreme Emperor, ah, Japan's most loyal friend, the four-star general Boni Benjamin is the best business card.
"Everyone, please come in."
Today the weather is slightly cool and the humidity is moderate, making it a suitable day for a funeral.
Fujiwara Takuno planned to lead the way personally, after all, these guests were too heavyweight. But Boney Benjamin rejected his kindness.
“No need to bother, just entertain the guests behind you.”
After saying that, ignoring the stunned Fujiwara Takuno, a group of senior officials who were above any privileged class in Japan walked to their ancestral home.
No introduction was made about the uninvited Apollo-like man.
Fujiwara Takuno watched their figures disappear and enter the house.
Although the arrival of the top US military officials was expected, for some reason, he felt an unusual smell. Before he could think about it too much, in vain, he met the four-star general Boni Benjamin. Not long after leaving, Fujiwara Takuno turned his head and looked at the road, seeing another convoy arriving.
Boss Jiang got off the bus.
The ostentation is also not small. At least one Taoist sister is enough to attract people's attention.
“Tsk, let’s do a disco in front of the grave.”
Wu Sheng couldn’t wait to jump out of another car, and his attention was immediately attracted by a group of weirdos.
Wearing strange clothes, they gathered around the fire, jumping around strangely, spinning in circles and mumbling words.
Disco dancing in front of the grave.
This guy is really brave.
Do you really think that Sister Liuli has the ability to mobilize the power of heaven and earth, or does she just use the dark, handsome man in a suit as a decoration?
Even a drop of spit from one person is enough to drown him.
Pan Yang, who heard what the young man said clearly, had a strange expression on his face. He was silent for a moment, looking at the weird people in robes dancing and mumbling something, and explained: "That is the Onmyoji of Japan, responsible for the afterlife. "
Wu Sheng suddenly understood and nodded immediately, "I understand, they are just local Taoist priests, but at first glance these people are just pretending and have no real ability."
Exorcising evil spirits and praying for blessings has a symbolic meaning. Is there anyone who can really channel spirits?
But after two days of contact, even though they didn't get along very early, Pan Yang also understood the young man's speaking style and didn't take it to heart.
"Mr. Jiang, Fujiwara Takuno is here."
He reminded.
That’s right.
After seeing off the American four-star general, Fujiwara Takuno walked here again.
"Mr. Jiang, thank you for your hard work. I would like to trouble Mr. Jiang to make a special trip."
Theoretically, this Young Master Fujiwara, who should hate him to the core, is extremely polite and not too handsome. Changes, after all, he has the same genes as his sister, handsome and suave, but compared to last year, his eyebrows are obviously more weathered and haggard.
That’s right.
After all, he is suffering from the loss of his father.
There are not many disasters in life that are more serious than this misfortune.
"I deeply regret the departure of Chief Fujiwara, and I hope you can express my condolences."
Jiang Chen comforted.
“Birth, aging, illness and death are natural laws, and no one can escape from them. My father had been tortured by illness during his lifetime, so leaving may be a relief for him.”
They are truly a family.
Both brothers and sisters are top actors.
Jiang Chen nodded.
"Please come in."
Fujiwara Takuno made a gesture.
There was an endless stream of guests, and there was indeed not enough time to spend time talking to each other. However, his attitude towards Jiang Chen and his party had undoubtedly changed. Before, he wanted to send the four-star general in personally, but now he has no intention of doing so. .
But yes.
After all, Jiang Chen was not the guest he invited.
Whoever invites should be responsible for entertaining.
In extraordinary times, of course you won't mind this small detail. Just when Jiang Chen and his party were walking towards the Zhuqi Gate, another group of guests arrived in full swing. Jiang Chen glanced at it casually.
Ho.
It’s an acquaintance.
Prince Duzhe also stepped out of the car, holding the little princess Mei Yi in hand.
The royal family also came.
This is the style of Japan's top chaebol.
"Holy shit, why is that guy so ugly?"
Looking at Du Zheye, Wu Sheng blurted out, but this time he was concerned about the occasion and deliberately lowered his voice.
To be honest, times are getting better and better. As long as you tidy up and dress up a little, no matter whether you are a man or a woman, it will be easy to see where you are, but this little devil has become an exception.
Even if you get out of the luxury car, you can't change the visual impact.
In contrast, the little girl next to her was made to look particularly well-behaved and cute.
Wu Sheng definitely didn't know that he was insulting the real royal family, but it shouldn't be considered insulting.
Is stating the facts considered a crime?
But because he lowered his voice, no one heard him.
"Your Highness the Prince, Your Highness the Princess."
Fujiwara Takuno quickly went up to greet them. After the two sides exchanged greetings, Fujiwara Takuno gestured this way and said to a pair of half-brothers and sisters. Say something.
Immediately, Du Zhe also led Mei Yi towards this side.
Human beings' joys and sorrows are not the same.
Fujiwara Takuno and Fujiwara Reiki seem to be inseparable, but the relationship between the royal siblings seems to be getting better and better.
Jiang Chen did not evade, he was not as anxious as the four-star general. After all, it was a condolence event, and everyone was lying dead, so a delay would not have much impact.
“Mr. Jiang.”
A few steps away, the little princess Mei Yi took the lead to look and say hello. Logically speaking, children of this age should not have such a good memory.
It seems that Boss Jiang has left a deep impression on the little girl.
Martial Saint is almost numb.
What is a real fierce man?
He, Brother Jiang Chen, doesn’t need a business card. With his face alone, people will recognize him wherever he goes.
"Your Highness, the princess, has grown taller again."
Jiang Chen smiled kindly. Even if there was hatred between the country and the family, it was difficult to have a bad feeling towards such a well-educated little girl.
“Mei hopes to be as tall as her teacher in the future.”
Who this “teacher” refers to is very meaningful.
Du Zhe also touched his sister's head, "If you want to grow taller, you have to supplement your nutrition and eat more."
What a heartwarming picture.
Only Wu Sheng was in a daze.
What did Brother Jiang Chen call me just now?
Princess?
This is not making a movie.
After a brief distraction, Wu Sheng quickly reacted.
The perverted little life was different from them, servility was deep-rooted, and even now there is an emperor.
In other words, this ugly little girl and this little adult are the royal family in their childhood?
Be good.
It was a worthwhile trip.
Of course, the Martial Saint has no awe, only novelty. In this small barbarian country, the surnames that have been inherited from their Chinese state, as long as you are willing to count them up, which one has not produced emperors and generals?
So Wu Sheng didn't care at all, and looked at the brother and sister Du Zheye unscrupulously.
“Your Highness the Prince.”
Jiang Chen took advantage of the situation and greeted Du Zheye.
“I didn’t expect Mr. Jiang to come all the way from China.”
Can you not come?
Who told me that I know your fiancée so well?
Don’t say it.
If you try to change your perspective when facing a problem, you may get a completely different feeling.
Boss Jiang is an absolute master at adjusting his mentality, so facing the prince who is about to embrace the beauty, he feels quite calm, "As a junior, you should."
Young Master Fujiwara, who was greeting guests from a distance while peeking over without leaving any trace, must have been a little disappointed when he saw such a harmonious scene.
"Mr. Jiang, let's come together."
Du Zhe also extended an invitation.
Jiang Chen nodded.
After simple greetings, the two groups walked together,
There are members of the Fujiwara family who respectfully lead the way.
Passing through the ancient vermilion gate, the winding stone road stretches under your feet. Different from the bustle outside the house, after entering the ancestral house of the Fujiwara family, the environment was quiet for a moment, and the occasional sound came from the distance. The sound of gurgling water.
On both sides of the stone road, neatly trimmed flowers bloomed silently. The swaying colorful petals formed a visual contrast with the white lanterns hung high. It seemed that they did not want the funeral to be too heavy and depressing.
Stepping onto the wooden corridor, there is a slight "crunch" sound under your feet. The pillars show uncarved log textures. There is a clear pond in the center, with a few koi carps swimming quietly in the water, occasionally wagging their tails. Stir up a few ripples. There are several moss-covered boulders lying beside the pool. The lines on the rocks tell the story of the family's long history.
Farther away, you can see a piece of beautifully manicured dry landscape. The ground paved with white sandstone has raking marks like sea waves, and several stone groups of different shapes are scattered among them, either standing or lying.
I have to say that there is something special about the Fujiwara family's ancestral home. It adopts normal aesthetics and does not play with the wabi-sabi style. The nature and simplicity show a unique charm and a deep Zen feel, and it is isolated from the turmoil and noise of the outside world.
Because it was to express condolences, even though they were walking together, the two parties had a tacit understanding and did not chat too much. Only Wu Sheng kept looking at the brother and sister, like looking at pandas in a zoo.
Du Zhe didn't seem to pay attention, but he made the little princess Mei Yi feel a little embarrassed, but her good cultivation did not make her stage frightened, and she even occasionally tilted her head to look at Wu Sheng.
Often at this time, Wu Sheng would smile "evilly", revealing two rows of big white teeth.
“Ding.”
It felt like someone had knocked me on the head.
Wu Sheng raised his head in pain and looked at Jiang Chen aggrievedly and uncomprehendingly.
Jiang Chen gave him a warning look.
Good guy.
I went to flirt with the Japanese royal family.
And it doesn’t matter how old the little girl is.
The sound of Mi Mi Sanskrit floated from the front.
The mourning hall is coming.
Wu Sheng scratched his head and had no place to redress his grievances. Sister Liuli suddenly frowned slightly.
"Sister, what's wrong? Is there a ghost?"
His attention was immediately diverted.
Duanmu Liuli said nothing, just looked at the quiet sky above the mourning hall.
Wu Sheng looked up together, confused.
Can’t you see it?
The sky is full of resentment.
(End of this chapter)