"We'll have a family reunion dinner at home tonight."
Although it had only been 1977, Kyoto had already seen some economic easing, with the emergence of both public and private shops. The Yellow Crane Tower was one of the more famous hotels besides the state-run restaurants. Originally intended to entertain foreign guests, it had become increasingly popular with Chinese people due to the tense international situation in recent years, gradually evolving into a luxury hotel favored by the upper class.
Ying Yan got into the car without saying a word, holding Ke Meiyu's hand and playing with it carefully, his gaze gazing indifferently at the scenery outside the window, comparing it with the memories in his mind.
I've been away for five years, but Kyoto seems to have been put on pause. Not much has changed; the streets and buildings are the same, only there are more shops and the crowds are a bit more lively.
Ke Meiyu stared intently out the window, her heart pounding with excitement. This was Kyoto, after all. The atmosphere of history and the sense of sacred solemnity that emanated from it were incredibly awe-inspiring, causing her to tremble slightly.
As Liu Xiaoshan drove, he secretly observed the expressions of the two men through the rearview mirror, a slight smile playing on his lips.
He didn't have much of a feeling for Ying Yan. This man was a proper young master. Even though he had voluntarily gone to the countryside, as the only son of the Ying family, his future was immeasurable, at least incomparable to a lowly clerk like himself.
However, the girl next to Ying Yan was truly beautiful, even more dazzling than TV stars, possessing a natural and stunning beauty.
But being from a small city, or even the countryside, their uncultured and unsophisticated manner was enough to taint this distant beauty with vulgarity.
Kyoto is not lacking in beauties, but if a beauty does not have a matching family background, she can only be a plaything and does not need to be given much attention.
Ke Meiyu and Ying Yan have very keen senses; how could they not sense Liu Xiaoshan's scrutiny and thoughts?
Ying Yan merely snorted coldly, and Liu Xiaoshan quickly sat up straight, staring straight ahead with cold sweat pouring down his face, not daring to make any unnecessary movements.
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