Gentle and elegant Yun Luo sat by the window. Looking to the left, he saw red and yellow houses next to the mountain, and big white clouds floating on the sea. Looking to the right, the green trees stretched to the top of the mountain, and there were farmhouses with gray tiles and white walls scattered in the valley. Suddenly, the sea and the mountain disappeared. It turned out that the train had entered a cave.
Yunluo felt like traveling through a time tunnel. The beautiful scenery of the sea and mountains was a montage that flashed by in the movie. Yunluo wanted to look at the sea on the left, but was reluctant to give up the mountain scenery on the right. Xiang Chujunzi was like Yunluo's girlfriend, quietly and tenderly leaning against Yunluo, holding Yunluo's arm, not saying a word but full of charm.
The train stopped at Shimoda Station. Yunluo felt that the movie was only halfway through, and was reluctant to get off. Japanese trains have a characteristic that they will not be late, so there is no need to worry about missing the station because you don't understand Japanese. Just get on time. Although Shimoda is a small station, it is very clean and has a unique design.
The people pulling suitcases in front were either girls in light clothes or a family of three. It seemed that even though it was a weekday, there were still a few tourists like Yunluo. The hotel shuttle bus was parked at the exit. Yunluo took Xiang Chuchunzi on the bus and passed through the equally clean town. It took only five minutes to go uphill. The movie started again. The trees on the top of the mountain were getting closer and closer. The sea below was hidden and hidden from time to time. Soon they reached the halfway point of the mountain. When Yunluo finished the check-in procedures and came to his room, it was exactly the room with a view that Yunluo wanted. Yunluo opened the room with his own visa. Xiang Chuchunzi was an illegal immigrant and did not have an ID card.
Yunluo hasn't decided what to do with Xiang Chuchunzi yet, so he hasn't thought about registering Xiang Chuchunzi or getting her an ID card. Xiang Chuchunzi is now in a state where her life or death is unknown. If Yunluo is not satisfied, she will die.
Although the hotel is located halfway up the mountain, it is not facing the sea. Yunluo sat down in front of the window, and the view from the window happened to be the sea. The 180-degree sea view spread out from left to right, with mountains on the left and mountains on the right, and white clouds lined up and slowly moved from left to right. In Yunluo's world, he actually didn't care about Xiangchu Junzi. It was as if the girl didn't exist.
Yunluo sat on a chair in front of the window, looking at the somewhat unreal scene in front of him. For a moment, Yunluo thought of Treasure Island. Some clouds have shadows. If a pirate ship with a skull flag appeared from the shadow of the cloud, and Tall John with a parrot on his shoulder and a cane on the ship, Yunluo would not find it strange. Of course. There was no pirate ship, only a small boat like a dragonfly parked in the calm bay. The tall coconut trees and palm trees closer to the sea extended the picture vertically. The clouds were constantly changing, the shadow clouds faded, the sky became brighter, and the illusion of Treasure Island disappeared.
Yes, how could there be a tall John in the Izu Peninsula? This is the Izu Peninsula of the dancer Xun, Xun who smiles like a flower and has a pair of bright black eyes. I wonder if there are black-eyed Izu dancers living in the small town at the foot of the mountain. In this era, are there still street performers who walk through the green mountains and valleys to perform songs and dances for people?
Yunluo did not hear the dancer's drum beats. Yunluo just sat in the chair in front of the window, his mind like the hiking student in "The Izu Dancer", turned into a pool of clear water. Drip, drip, and feel only sweet happiness!
When I was in Kyoto, I watched "The Ancient Capital" again. The flowers growing in the maple tree hole of Chiyoko's house made Yunluo know Viola yedoensis. When I arrived at the Izu Peninsula, Yunluo watched "The Izu Dancing Girl" again. Shimoda, this place makes the male protagonist feel like a spring of fresh water. It is the "hometown of travel" for artists who travel around the world, making them reluctant to leave. Of course, this place cannot be without the tenderness of a water town.
Shimoda Town not only has water, but is also surrounded by mountains. It is very small and can be visited on foot. Yunluo asked Shangxiang Chujunzi to take the hotel shuttle bus together and get off at any place. The yellow people are so similar in the eyes of Westerners, just as the Westerners in the eyes of Yunluo are so similar that it is hard to tell which country they are from.
Of course, people's behavior is different. After living in Tokyo and Kyoto for a few days, Yunluo followed the local customs and got used to smiling when meeting someone and nodding slightly to express gratitude when saying goodbye. As a result, when he was among the crowd, he actually felt that his behavior was particularly elegant.
Originally, Yunluo came to Shimoda mainly to see the sea view and soak in hot springs, and of course, to see the local customs and practices. Following the old lady sitting next to him, Yunluo got off the bus halfway. He noticed that she was also a tourist, so he could follow her to the famous local attractions. The old lady was thin and small, wearing plain clothes, which was basically the norm for old ladies in Japan.
She walked tremblingly in front, and Yunluo followed behind, feeling like the faceless monster in "Spirited Away", just following without saying anything. After a few steps, they arrived at a temple called Baofu Temple. The faceless monster could not read electronic maps, and Yunluo had an advantage in this regard. The map was marked with the word "Tangren", could this be a memorial hall to commemorate the Chinese people who crossed the sea to Japan?
When I walked inside, I found that this temple had nothing to do with the Chinese or the Tang Dynasty. There were English instructions in the temple, and Yun Luo got rid of the faceless moment. The Tang people here actually refer to foreigners, and this temple mainly commemorates the Tang people Aji.
Yunluo and Xiangchu Junzi had just come out of Aji's Baofu Temple. For a while, although Yunluo was walking on the sunny street, her mood was still immersed in the atmosphere with the smell of damp leaves, moss, stone tablets, the sad face of the stone doll, and Aji's eyes.
I had never expected to see this. Before coming to Xiatian, I thought it was just a seaport suitable for summer leisure. Soon, when the sun forced me to walk into the shadows, I looked up and found that I had unknowingly walked to the sea.
This was Yunluo's first time to come to a seaside town. The second time he looked at it, he felt that it was comfortable and refreshing, with blue and white colors complementing each other, and colorful windmills decorating the streets. It clearly looked like a European resort town.
In the afternoon, the streets of this small town were deserted. Apart from the figures seen in the small shops, there was only Yunluo wandering on the street. Passing the Perry Memorial and an unknown temple, we gradually saw houses beside the flowing water, a bit like the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, with lilies planted in front of the houses.
Further ahead is the boat dock, with white yachts leaning against the pier. At the end of the blue sea, there are large white clouds, very close to the mountain. The water is turquoise blue, and the mountain is deep turquoise. There is no beach in the harbor here, but many reefs. No wonder the hotel we stayed in was built halfway up the mountain. From the halfway point, the sea view will be more spectacular. If you really walk to the reef at the foot of the mountain to see it, the scenery will be more plain.
Obviously, the view of the harbor is more pleasant than that of the hotel at the foot of the mountain. Although there is no beach for playing in the water, sitting by the sea and facing the sea breeze, I just feel that the sea and sky are bright. Bluebeard and Aggie have become black and white images in old picture books. The town has various details of beauty, which Yunluo likes.
In addition to the colorful windmills, there are also dolls dressed as princesses in pink and white, hibiscus flowers, and wooden owls that look like they have blushed on their faces, wear glasses, and have a plaid headscarf, which makes people laugh. After all, Japan is a country of anime, and cartoon characters are everywhere. There are brown wooden benches for resting everywhere, as well as beverage vending machines.
Yunluo bought two bottles of raw tea and handed one to Xiangchu Junzi. After all, the girl had no money. She sat down and drank slowly. A small old lady slowly came over and sat down next to Yunluo. She didn't make a sound, and Yunluo didn't speak either. They just sat there quietly for a long time. He felt that she was very much like the old woman in "The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter".
The houses in Shimoda are also low-key in appearance, clean and orderly inside, and the courtyards are small and exquisite. Yunluo was hungry after walking around, so he took Xiangchu Junzi to a roadside izakaya with blue curtains and sat on the floor. The old lady in the restaurant immediately laid out the tableware and handed Yunluo a menu, which was accompanied by pictures and clear at a glance.
Yunluo and Xiangchu Junzi were the only two people sitting in the huge izakaya. It was either the off-season or because Yunluo had missed the meal. The sashimi served was as beautiful as a flower. The teapot and teacup with a green background and blue flowers exuded an ancient style. Yunluo drank the delicious hot tea and tasted the sashimi. There was a sound of heavy rain outside the paper door. It was still a sunny day. Xiangchu Junzi served him tenderly with her bare hands.
It was getting dark, and the shadows of bamboo branches were reflected on the white paper windows. Suddenly, there was a ding-dong sound in the quiet house, like the sound of rain hitting iron sheets. Of course, it was not a leak in the roof. The owner of this izakaya must have placed an iron bucket in a corner.
Yunluo recalled that in Kyoto, tiles were placed under the water in front of the temple, and the sound of dripping rain was pleasant. The Japanese nation is a rather contradictory nation: on the one hand, there are various gods and Buddhas in their beliefs, Guanyin and Samantabhadra were introduced from China, the God of Destruction came from Hinduism, and farmers have their Inari God.
There are so many gods, but they think the gods are powerful. They believe that the emperor is the descendant of the gods. No matter how the world changes, their reverence for the gods remains unchanged. The emperor has no surname. The common people have surnames such as Tanabe, Matsushita, or whatever they pick from the ground. They have never pointed at the emperor and said, "I will replace him" like the Chinese people did, changing dynasties at will.
A small cup should match the color of the environment, a few pieces of sashimi should be shaped like flowers, a bamboo shadow should be reflected by a paper window, and a rain should be placed in the right iron buckets. This kind of mood is not enjoyed by the aristocracy, but is the preference of ordinary families.
Even in the extreme of simplicity, beauty is not neglected. This is their other side, a kind of romanticism that transforms everything in nature into the colors, sounds, and feelings of life. Ding-dong, ding-dong, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. The rain will stop soon, Yunluo knows that the showers come and go quickly, and this song-like andante will soon stop.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Xiang Chu Chunzi gently handed over a cup of hot tea. She drank another cup of hot tea, and then listened to the rain slowly as the clouds fell.
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South Korea, Seoul, the first legend station.
“Hahahahaha! I finally broke through to level nine, hahahaha! You dead sword demon under the yoke of Hua Guoba, watch me cross the sea this time to kill you! That sword didn’t kill me, but instead allowed me to see through life and death, realize the path to power, and achieve level nine. From now on, I’m the runner-up to the first legend, hahahaha!”
The Fire Crow spread its flaming wings and flew back and forth in the sky, sometimes in an S shape, sometimes in a B shape. It was extremely excited and shouted, "The Moon reported to those idiots raised by wild boars. I don't care about the title of Golden Crow anymore. From now on, I will be the Fire Crow King. All the Fire Crows in the world will regard me as their king. Just thinking about it makes me feel great!"
"Sword Demon, just wait for me. I will come to take your dog's head in a few days!"
Chapter 441 - Life and death enemy, the ninth level Fire Crow King.
Chapter 441: The mortal enemy, the ninth-level Fire Crow King.