Yunluo ran fast for a reason. If he stayed with Koala, he might even sleep with the little princess. ?. .

Since Yunluo came to Japan this time to hold a book signing event for the book The Last 237 Years, which was also the first official event of The Sirens, Shimizu Tanaka flew from Shikai City to Tokyo specifically to communicate with Sony Publishing and Sony Music on behalf of Yunluo to arrange this book signing event.

According to the decision made after Shimizu Tanaka and Yunluo discussed, nine book signing sessions will be held. In the book signing sessions of the novel, Yunluo will also sing two songs, one at the beginning and one at the end. This can be regarded as a promotional tour for The Sirens. After all, The Journey of Wishes, The Sirens' first album, has left its hot-selling period. Appropriate publicity will help those who have never bought the record to buy it.

Sony Music had unparalleled confidence in Siren's singing skills, so Yunluo became more relaxed. Seeing Yunluo being lazy and wandering around aimlessly with Red Rat Tangtang, Shimizu Tanaka suggested that Yunluo go to Hakone for fun. Yunluo could speak authentic Japanese, so Shimizu Tanaka did not need to arrange an interpreter. Yunluo refused the tour guide and went out to play alone.

Yunluo imagined Hakone to be an ancient plank road deep in the mountains, with giant cedars and deep valleys. There was a path shaded by hydrangeas, and a porter wearing a white headscarf and carrying a load came from the path. The path led to a lake, where a small boat was moored at the dock. The boatman was waiting for the porter to take him to the other side where the fog was even deeper. When he first checked in, the hotel arranged a straight-line room with a window so small that it looked like a lookout. Yunluo said to the gentle-looking customer service manager, "This window is too small. I want a room with a big window so I can see the trees outside."

She immediately understood Yunluo's need for a window. She took Yunluo to the current room, a room with a view. Of course, the price would be higher, so the manager asked Yunluo to sit down. She squatted and told Yunluo the additional fees.

Because they were so close, Yunluo noticed that she had a thick layer of foundation on her face. It was hard to say whether this makeup was beautiful, but it matched her gentle expression and gentle tone. The Japanese girl gave Yunluo a gentleness far beyond that of Chinese girls. Relatively speaking, Yunluo quite liked girls with this kind of personality, who didn't like to make trouble. Even the furry texture could bring out the smoothness of the stone wall. The vermilion color of the bridge on the river was even more eye-catching, setting off the green of the mountains. If the first two points were close to the ancient Han style of China, the vermilion color of the bridge was more consistent with the gorgeous style of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Japanese geishas dress like Tang costumes, but also paint their entire faces white. They also paint their hair black and lips red, which is also a kind of gorgeous style. The Japanese people can put these two styles together without any conflict. This requires not only pure aesthetics, but also some skills and mood.

In Yunluo's opinion, this behavior, which took a lot of thought and pleased passers-by, was also a kind of self-satisfaction for Yunluo. It must be done in silence. If it is arranged with a carefree mood, it will easily become too gorgeous and become a joke.

Yunluo noticed that their gardens did not distort the original postures of the trees like the bonsai in China, but simply kept the trees, moss, and flowing water in the original locations so as not to violate the original intention of nature itself.

The red mouse Tangtang was lazily lying on Yunluo's right shoulder. It was so cute and adorable with its bright red and fluffy fur. Its big tail swayed gently as Yunluo walked, which attracted many curious glances. But they were all quiet and no one disturbed Yunluo's leisurely walk.

Just walking casually, Yunluo walked from the old city on one side of the river to the new city on the other side. There were few pedestrians in the old city. In an unknown temple, a yellow kitten was meowing in a quiet corner of the courtyard. Red Mouse Tangtang looked at the yellow kitten and squeaked a few times, attracting the cat's attention. He waved his cute little paws triumphantly, as if to say, "Meow, come and bite me."

The yellow kitten looked at the big red rat, then swung its tail and walked away lazily, not wanting to bother with the big rat. The cat was wise, and felt that the red rat was not easy to mess with, so it was better to stay away from it, otherwise it would be a joke if the kitten was beaten by the rat.

When Yunluo walked downhill to the new town, the evening lights were already on. Tangtang squinted her sapphire eyes and yawned as she was about to go to sleep. When the lights illuminated the lattice doors, lattice paper windows and various Chinese characters written in brush, the town seemed to have returned to its Edo period.

The Chinese characters on the signs are rarely smooth or vigorous, and they are written slowly, as if they were painting a picture one stroke at a time. In front of a door, there is a word "Chuhua" written in round fonts with maple shadows as the background. The name is chosen like this, and it is written with a brush, which is quaint and elegant. It is hard to find this kind of antique street in China today.

I don't quite understand what kind of place Hatsuhana is. There are many hot springs in Hakone, and hotels usually have their own free hot springs. Yunluo found that there were few small restaurants on the street, so he decided to go back to the hotel for dinner and hot springs.

During the meal, I encountered flowers again, this time the food was made to look like first flowers. The small tableware was in the shape of flowers, and the sashimi was decorated with small yellow flowers. A Japanese meal consists of seven courses, which are also divided into appetizers, main dishes and desserts, and the portions are all small. Imagine a Xiangpu holding chopsticks to enjoy such small and exquisite food, which must be very uncomfortable.

It felt like eating flowers. Every dish was just right in color, aroma, and taste. Facing such beautiful dishes, Yunluo should have gone to the hot spring to change clothes, put on large bathrobes, and sat dignifiedly, just like the family at the opposite table. Red Mouse Tangtang loved it and ate one person's portion.

The hotel's hot springs are divided into male and female baths. The hot springs in Hakone are close to the mountain. In a corner of the courtyard, the mist is filled with fragrant maple leaves. Soaking in a hot spring before going to bed is of course a kind of relaxation and enjoyment.

While soaking in the hot spring, I heard the chirping of spring onions in the jungle behind the mist. After all, it was February, not the first blooming season. But when the hot spring water reached my shoulders, my whole body and mind felt the warmth of spring. Yunluo listened to the chirping of insects and thought about the first blooming season. It was a really good name. Red Mouse Tangtang liked to swim back and forth in the hot spring. Tangtang had seen the world.

After the hot spring, Yunluo had a good sleep. Red Mouse Tangtang liked to sleep on the same pillow with Yunluo, so she didn't have to worry about being crushed while sleeping. An Qingjue, An Chuyu and Yan Chenyu had crushed Tangtang before. This was mainly because of Tangtang, who liked to sleep close to the human head, as if she felt more secure that way.

The next morning, Yunluo took a ride to a small town, close to the lake, with deep blue water. This is the Lake Ashi that people like to mention in Japanese novels. The town feels more quiet, unlike the towns in real life, as if the ancient town in the movie has appeared, the pedestrians have disappeared, leaving only small and exquisite shops.

Yunluo was not most interested in Lake Ashi. She had seen many alpine lakes before, but Lake Ashi did not impress her. The cedar path by the lake was its biggest feature. Yunluo had read a very interesting travelogue written by a female student. On a rainy day, she followed a strange uncle she met from nowhere and walked along the ancient cedar path. Both of them were soaked.

Walking among the centuries-old trees, the girl felt a little talkative because of the strange uncle's silence. On the other hand, the gloomy weather and the centuries-old trees created an atmosphere of transcendence and time travel, making her almost have an illusion that a porter from the Edo period would emerge from behind the cedar forest, wearing white clothes, carrying a load, and walking slowly out of the forest.

When Yunluo walked along the ancient fir path, and there was silence all around, he could not help but have the same imagination. The trees were so old, and they had grown for hundreds of years, so thick was the moss on the bark. There was drizzle in the sky, and a few hydrangeas were still blooming. Standing under the trees, everyone would feel insignificant.

Yunluo looked at the mountains and trees, feeling a tranquility that was completely different from the doomsday world, and thinking back to the blood and killing of those years. At that time, the sky was filled with gloomy radioactive clouds, and the bright sunshine could not be seen. The rain was full of viruses and radiation, and could not be drunk directly. Even using it for bathing would cause great harm.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

What would this quiet forest look like hundreds of years ago? Were these ancient cedar trees planted on purpose? Yun Luo would not be surprised even if a purple-dressed woman in a kimono, a samurai, or a porter carrying a load walked out of the long ancient cedar road. The red mouse Tangtang curled up in Yun Luo's coat pocket and slept soundly, so he was too lazy to come out to see the scenery.

A burst of laughter broke Yunluo's fantasy. It was a group of elderly people who were hiking. Their figures in outdoor clothes brought Yunluo back to reality. Yunluo took a closer look. Those ordinary-looking elderly people were all advanced evolvers above level seven. They were restrained and chatted with each other secretly using telekinesis.

But all of this was clearly reflected in Yun Luo's sea of ​​consciousness. Yun Luo narrowed his eyes slightly. He heard the words "Sakura Imperial Court" from the private telepathic chat of this group of high-level evolutionists, and also heard about a bloody revenge that was about to take place, not between evolutionists, but between the family blood revenge of Japanese warriors and ninjas.)

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