Chapter 7 Two White-haired Men Taking a Stroll
"How long do you think you'll be staying here?" Jing Yuan asked.
GIN sat on the sofa, holding a newspaper in his hand: "About half a month."
"Is the target of this mission very difficult?" Jing Yuan was somewhat surprised.
“No,” GIN explained, “it’s already been resolved. We can use the rest of the time to rest.”
"That's really strange." Jing Yuan's eyes gleamed with a gossipy light. "What changed your workaholic nature?"
"What weird TV series have you been watching lately?" GIN was already used to Kyungwon's behavior, so he didn't even raise an eyebrow. He just flipped the newspaper in his hand over, and a face that looked too much like a monkey came into his view.
Lupin III.
"Tsk." GIN suddenly felt like his head was about to explode.
As a seasoned veteran who has spent many years in the underworld, Gin is extremely familiar with the name Lupin III, especially since the appearance of this name around him means that he is about to be in trouble.
It's not that Lupin III and Gin have a grudge, or that they always end up arguing whenever they meet. In fact, their relationship isn't bad; they sometimes even go out for drinks together. However, Lupin III's ability to stir up trouble is too strong, which means that whenever Gin encounters him, he's almost always dragged into trouble as well.
Gin dislikes trouble. Unless he's on a mission, he'd rather stay home all day and take care of his beloved gun.
If he had known Lupin III was in Italy, he should have immediately taken a plane and left after completing his mission.
Jing Yuan took in his expression and couldn't help but laugh out loud: "This is the first time I've ever seen you look so worried."
"Aren't you getting up yet?" Gin didn't want to talk too much about Lupin III. "Aren't you going to have breakfast?"
"Eat, of course I'll eat." Jing Yuan stopped lingering in bed and immediately sat up, afraid that if he was even a second late, Gin would report him to Bai Lu.
Since stepping down, Jing Yuan's status has declined again and again, and even little Bai Lu dares to lecture him.
If you don't eat properly, your retirement pension will be deducted.
If you don't rest properly, your retirement pension will be deducted.
Those who are not allowed to report their safety will have their retirement pensions deducted.
"Can you guys stop treating me like a child?" Looking at Fu Xuan and the others who were on high alert, Jing Yuan couldn't help but laugh and cry. "It's not like I can't take care of myself."
"Heh." The newly appointed General Luo Fu sneered, "Want me to recount how you've courted death all these years?"
Jing Yuan: "...Well, then there's no need."
The petite, pink-haired girl stood with her hands on her hips, like an angry little rabbit: "Jingyuan, you'd better not let me know you haven't been eating on time, otherwise, I'll cut off your food supply to those sparrows."
“Fu Qing, Fu Qing, how can you be so cold-hearted? What did Tuan Que do wrong?” Jing Yuan was speechless.
"Strike the snake at its vital spot, Jingyuan, that's what you taught me."
“But I didn’t teach you to be guilty of collective punishment,” Jing Yuan said helplessly. “Our Immortal Ship doesn’t have such a bad habit.”
"So this is a decision that goes against our ancestors." Fu Xuan said with a straight face, pretending to be cold. "One who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black. You set a good example for this, Jing Yuan."
Fine, this isn't the first time I've shot myself in the foot.
After washing up, Jing Yuan enjoyed the breakfast delivered by the hotel while surfing the Internet on Yu Zhao to see what big news had happened in the interstellar space while he was away from home, and what good things those immortal beings on Xianzhou had done.
In the stereotypes of many outsiders, the people of the Immortal Boat are aloof, mysterious, and arrogant. But in reality, once they get to know a few more people from the Immortal Boat, they will understand just how silly these immortal beings are.
Putting aside the bizarre reason why the Vidyadhara clan was reincarnated, it's already strange enough that they would expose their former leader like a bastard. People who come to Xianzhou Luofu for the first time might think that this is a country ruled by power.
After enjoying a perfectly good breakfast, Jingyuan decided to go for a stroll: "Do you want to come with me?"
GIN hesitated for a moment, then stood up and joined the group taking a walk.
Jingyuan's hotel was not far from Milan Cathedral, so the two of them didn't walk far before they saw this beautiful Catholic church.
“I read in a book that this church is one of the five largest churches in the world, and Napoleon was crowned here.” Jing Yuan stroked the head of the pigeon that had landed on his hand.
GIN wasn't interested in any of that; in his eyes, the Milan Cathedral was no different from any roadside shop.
His indifferent attitude did not affect Jingyuan: "I remember there are many churches in Moscow too."
"The Kremlin tickets aren't expensive. You can go take a look if you're interested." Gin took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. "Want one?"
"No, thank you." Jing Yuan has always kept his distance from things that are easy to get addicted to, and even when he drinks, he only takes a small sip.
“You really are a good boy.” Gin frowned, brushing away the pigeons that tried to land on his shoulder, and reminded Jingyuan, “Don’t feed them.”
The pigeons here are incredibly shameless; if you feed them too much, they'll pester you, and someone will come and charge you.
"Hahaha." Jing Yuan laughed a few times, then said, "I've already experienced it firsthand."
GIN: "...Heh."
"Do you have to pay to feed the pigeons at the Kremlin?" Jing Yuan asked curiously.
Gin, who hadn't been back to Moscow in a long time, was silent for a moment: "You'd better not feed any pigeons in Europe."
"Alright." Jing Yuan teased the pigeons for a bit, then sent them off to play elsewhere.
"When are you leaving Italy?" GIN asked.
"I haven't decided yet," Jing Yuan yawned. "Maybe I'll leave next week."
Will that child come along?
"You mean Mukuro? No, he's not coming with me."
Where are you planning to go next?
“Let’s go to Moscow,” Jing Yuan said with a smile. “I’m quite curious about your hometown.”
Of course, he was more curious about the group of Russian literary figures who had transformed from scholars into individuals with supernatural abilities.
“You probably won’t like the food there.” Gin knew Jingyuan’s tastes quite well, and he could easily imagine how Jingyuan would react when he took a bite of the dumpling and found that the blueberry filling was showing. In any case, he definitely wouldn’t be any better than an Italian seeing a pineapple pizza.
Jing Yuan's curiosity was piqued, so he pressed on, "What? Is the food there even more unacceptable to me than Japanese strawberry mapo tofu?"
He considers himself a person who is very open to new things, but he really can't accept strawberry mapo tofu.
Fruit can certainly be used in cooking, but he absolutely forbids this dish from being called Mapo Tofu. It can be called anything, but it absolutely cannot be called Mapo Tofu!
Gin had clearly been burned by this dish before, so he paused for a moment and then asked, "Can you accept blueberry dumplings?"
"What did you just say?" Jing Yuan asked with a smile. "I think there's something wrong with my ears."
Blueberry dumplings.
"What's Ma Mei?"
Blueberry dumplings.
"What winter plum?"
“I mean, if you’re going to Moscow, I can recommend a guide to you.” Gin pretended that nothing had happened from the previous conversation. “His name is Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky, you can just call him Fedia. By the way, you’d better stay away from him when he runs into Turgenev.”
Jingyuan: "?"
"Also, you must refuse when he suggests going to the casino."
"??"
"Also, don't lend him money."
"???"
A note from the author:
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Dostoevsky's gambling addiction, his failure to repay debts, and his criticism of Turgenev are really hilarious, hahaha!
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