After visiting the palace, the three of them had a meal together. With Yan Guangyi here, it was naturally impossible for what happened last night to happen.
As this Jiuding executive said, in Japanese society, the higher up people are, the friendlier they are, including the service industry.
The same store is open, but the attitude of this high-end Italian restaurant is completely different.
To show his gratitude, Jiang Chen forced the purchase.
"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Yan. Let's walk around nearby so that we won't waste Mr. Yan's time."
"Okay, if anything happens to Mr. Jiang, please call us at any time."
After shaking hands, Yan Guangyi left.
Jiang Chen and his Taoist sister took a walk after dinner.
“Does the woman you saw in the Japanese Imperial Palace look familiar to you?”
Not only himself, Boss Jiang must have also seen the woman walking out of the inner garden in the palace garden. arrive.
"Is she from Japan?"
Duanmu Liuli asked the question without answering.
Jiang Chen was silent for a moment.
Same.
Although she had "met" him before, it was in Kyoto, not Tokyo. In addition, he spoke Chinese fluently, which might lead to her not knowing the other person's alien identity.
"If you are talking about Riki Fujiwara whom you met in Kyoto, she is indeed from Japan."
Jiang Chen replied, using very strange words.
Duanmu Liuli looked at him.
Looking at each other, Jiang Chen said: "Don't you think that the woman just now is dressed in a different style from Reiki Fujiwara."
Duanmu Liuli frowned. Ning, she is just simple, but not stupid, and she has roughly understood it.
"They are not the same person?"
Boss Jiang sighed, and while walking forward, he said in a profound tone: "I don't know."
There are no two pieces in the world Identical leaves.
Are there two identical people?
While walking, catching up with the end of dusk, the two passed by Hibiya Park, with towering ginkgo trees on both sides.
Then there is the famous Jimbocho Ancient Bookstore Street. I don’t know if I came at the wrong time, or if traditional bookstores have been eliminated by the times. Compared to Tokyo, which is crowded with people, this place is extremely deserted. It doesn't look like the world's largest bookstore street, and there are only a few bookstores operating normally.
However, through the bookstore window, you can still feel the rich cultural atmosphere and the tranquility of being isolated from the world.
"Would you like to buy some books and read them back? Watching movies all the time is not good for the soul."
That's all for horror movies.
The key point is that when the Japanese hotel TV is turned on, it is guaranteed to be a passionate love action movie. Even Boss Jiang himself can't handle it, let alone the Taoist sister.
While they were talking, the two of them passed by an extremely old store. Many books displayed in it were vaguely related to Chinese culture.
At no time should you generalize.
As Yan Guangyi said, shop owners like last night cannot represent everyone in Japan.
As an intellectual, Boss Jiang is quite interested in places like bookstores. Even if the Taoist sister ignores him, he plans to go in and take a look.
“Ding ding ding…”
A string of wind chimes hangs on the door of the bookstore. As the door is opened, it makes a crisp and ethereal sound, which cleanses the heart.
In front of the counter was an octogenarian old man, wearing a pair of reading glasses. He was probably the owner of this ancient bookstore. Jiang Chen and his Taoist sister rushed in and nodded and smiled, looking kind and kind.
The old man came over to say hello without any fuss and allowed the two of them to visit freely.
In addition to books, this bookstore also sells ukiyo-e paintings, some of which are hung on the walls, with a wide range of themes, including folklore, historical anecdotes, opera scenes and illustrations of classical masterpieces, full of Japanese folk customs.
“Pick a few.”
The current bookstore is indeed bleak. In such a big store, apart from Jiang Chen and the other two, there are only a few customers.
Time is so ruthless. When something is eliminated, without even saying hello, it may not be long before traditional bookstores like this will completely disappear in the long river of time. Jiang Chen couldn't help but think of when he was a kid, because he had no money, he and Fang Qing would often go to the bookstore to read books on weekends. Fang Qing was like a tomboy at that time, and especially loved reading detective novels, such as "The Adventure Little Tigers". The two of them sat under the bookcase. , you can stay there all afternoon.
Of course.
Bookstore clerks often chase children like them away and do not allow them to read for free. If they are kicked out, they will find another bookstore.
Jiang Chen couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and suddenly wanted to take a picture of Fang Qing and send it to Fang Qing, but in the end he held back.
Now that he is a barrister, how can he still be interested in reminiscing with him about embarrassing things in his childhood?
"Ding ding ding..."
The sweet wind chimes sounded.
Another guest came in.
Although this era is becoming increasingly impetuous, there are still some people who are unique and unique.
"Teacher Xiangtian, the book you asked for last time has arrived."
"Thank you."
Then the sound of conversation between the bookstore owner and the visitor rang out.
Obviously, unlike passers-by, those who came in this time were regular customers of the bookstore.
Even though he didn't understand it, the sound in the quiet environment still made Jiang Chen's eyes slightly move as he was wandering around the store.
"Do you have any other books that Mr. Xiangtian needs?"
"I'll take a look myself, no need to trouble you."
"Teacher Xiangda, please."
Jiang Chen looked past the bookshelf and towards the counter. After talking to the shop owner, an urban beauty was left with only half of her face in profile. She was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, her cheeks were white and jade-like, and her neck was slender and white. The shirt is clean and spotless, the tie at the collar adds a playful girlish charm, and the waist proportions seem to be carefully constructed and perfect.
She walked towards the rows of bookshelves displayed
Jiang Chen remained calm and continued to wander around the store with his Taoist sister.
Because there are not many customers, the bookstore is very quiet, and the few customers are quietly choosing their favorite books.
Jiang Chen took out a copy of "Disqualification in the World" from the bookshelf.
If you can read this book carefully, you should be less likely to be traumatized by this world again.
A row of bookshelves.
Two rows of bookshelves.
……
Finally.
The world is big.
But this old bookstore is much smaller.
The two men and women who met by chance collided head-on, neither a step too early nor a step too late.
Both sides stopped at the same time.
Behind the pair of gold-rimmed glasses, those captivating eyes seemed to be stagnant, and then it seemed as if the wind was blowing, and the waves were surging.
Jiang Chen pursed his lips, and then smiled slightly.
"Teacher Xiangda, long time no see."
The intellectual and dignified beauty stared at the young man who suddenly appeared in the Tokyo bookstore. After a brief silence, there was a "poof" sound, and the picture no matter what No amount of clothing could hide the dazzling curves of her gorgeous face.
The afterglow outside the bookstore shines through the window, giving it a movie-like tone.
The whole world seems to have stopped.
"I said, we will meet again." (End of Chapter)