Yun Luo ran fast, not for no reason. If you were with Koala, you might be able to sleep with the little princess...

Since Yunluo came to Japan this time to hold the signing of this book in 237th year of the Apocalypse, and it was also the first official event of the Siren. Shimizu Tanaka specially flew to Tokyo from Shihai City to communicate with Sony Publishing House and Sony Music on behalf of Yunluo, and arranged this signing event.

According to the decision after the discussion between Tanaku and Yunluo, it was roughly about having nine signings. In the signings of the novel, Yunluo would also sing two songs, starting one song and ending one song, which can be regarded as a promotional journey of the Siren. After all, the Siren's first album prayer journey has left the hot sales period. Promoting it appropriately is beneficial for those who have never bought records to buy it.

Sony Music has unparalleled confidence in the singing skills of Siren, so Yunluo became relatively idle. Shimizu Tanaka looked at Yunluo lazy and wandered around aimlessly with Red Mouse Tangtang. He suggested that Yunluo go to Hakone to play. Yunluo can speak authentic Japanese, and Shimizu Tanaka doesn't need to arrange an interpreter. Yunluo rejected the tour guide and went to play alone.

The Hakone in Yunluo's imagination is an ancient plank road in the deep mountains and a huge fir valley. There is a path covered by purple sunflowers. A porter wearing a white turban and carrying a load comes over the path. The path leads to a lake, and a small boat is moored at the dock. The boatman is waiting for the porter and takes him to the other side of the deeper clouds. When checking in, the hotel arranged a one-shaped room with a small window that looks like a lookout. Yunluo and the gentle customer service manager said: "This window is too small. I want a room with a large window, so you can see the trees outside."

She immediately understood Yunluo's demand for windows. She brought Yunluo to the current room, a room with a view. Of course, the price would be more expensive, and the manager asked Yunluo to sit down. She half-squatted and Yunluo wrote down the increase in the cost.

Because she was close, Yun Luo noticed that she was wearing a layer of not-so-thin foundation on her face. It is hard to say whether this makeup is beautiful or not, but it is indeed very consistent with her gentle expression and gentle tone that remained unchanged. The Japanese girl brought Yun Luo a kind of gentleness far beyond the Chinese women. Relatively speaking, Yun Luo still likes girls with this personality and does not like to make trouble. Even the furry texture can set off the smoothness of the stone wall. The vermilion on the bridge on the river is even more eye-catching and the green green of the mountain. If the first two points are close to the quaint Han style of China, the vermilion on the bridge is even more consistent with the gorgeous style of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

The Japanese geisha dressed up similar to Tang suits, and even whitened the whole face. The hair was pitch black and the lips were a little vermilion red. This was also a gorgeous style. The Japanese nation could place these two styles in one place without a sense of conflict. This not only required simple aesthetics, but also some skills and moods.

In Yunluo's opinion, this kind of behavior that takes a lot of effort and pleases passers-by is also a kind of self-satisfaction. It must be carried out in silence. If it is arranged with a bathing mood, it is easy to overdo it and become a joke.

Yunluo noticed that their gardens did not distort the original posture of the trees like the Chinese bonsai. They just kept the trees, moss and flowing water at the original location so that they would not violate the nature itself and could arrange their own intentions.

The red mouse Tangtang lay lazily on Yun Luo's right shoulder, her cute and cute as bright as fire, her big tail swayed gently as Yun Luo, which attracted some curious eyes, but they were all quiet, and no one came to disturb Yun Luo's leisurely walking.

Just walking casually, Yunluo walked from the old town on one side of the river to the new town on the other side. There were few pedestrians in the old town. In an unknown temple, a yellow kitten was meowing in the corner of the quiet courtyard. Red mouse Tangtang looked at the yellow kitten and squeaked a few times, attracting the cat's attention. She waved her cute claws proudly, as if saying that she would be meowing me and biting me.

The yellow kitten looked at the big rat that was as bright as fire, shook its tail, and walked away lazyly, too lazy to pay attention to the big rat. The cat is wise. It feels that the red-haired rat is not easy to provoke, so it would be better to hide away, so as not to get a kitten beaten by a mouse. That would be a joke.

When the clouds walked downhill to the New Town, the lights at dusk had already lit up. Tangtang squinted his sapphire eyes in a daze and yawned to sleep. When the lights illuminated the lattice door, lattice paper windows and various Chinese characters written by brushes, the small town seemed to have returned to its Edo period.

The Chinese characters on the signboard are rarely smooth or vigorous in style, and the characters are written slowly, like drawing a painting with strokes. There is a door with a first flower and a round font, which is also set against the shadow of a maple. The name is so chosen and written with a brush, which is elegant and elegant. This is hard to find in various antique streets in China today.

I don’t understand what Chuhua is. There are many hot spring baths in Hakone, and hotels generally have free hot springs. Yunluo found that there are fewer small restaurants on the street, so he decided to go back to the hotel to have a meal and soak in the hot springs.

During the meal, I met the flowers again. This time the food was made like the first flower. The small food utensils were in the shape of flowers, and the sashimi was decorated with small yellow flowers. A Japanese-style meal was divided into seven dishes, with appetizers, staple foods and desserts, and the portions were all small. Imagine a Xiangpu holding his chopsticks and enjoying such a small and exquisite food with a hand. It would be very uncomfortable.

It feels like eating flowers, and every dish, color, fragrance and taste is just right. For such a beautiful dish, Yunluo should be like a family on the opposite table. First go to the hot spring to change clothes, put on a wide bathrobe, and sit dignifiedly, which is more suitable for this situation. Red Mouse Tangtang loves eating it and eats a portion of food from one person.

The hotel's hot springs are divided into men's soups and women's soups. Hakone's hot springs are close to the mountain, and in a corner of the courtyard, foggy is everywhere. The fragrant maple leaves are within reach. Soaking in the hot springs before going to bed is of course a relaxation and enjoyment.

When you soak in the hot spring, you hear the chirping of green onions in the jungle behind the fog. After all, it is February, not the first flower. However, when the hot spring water is immersed in your shoulders, your whole body and mind will feel a warmth of spring. Clouds are listening to the ringing of insects, and then recalling the first flower, it is a good name. Red mouse Tangtang likes swimming in the hot spring, and Tangtang has seen the world.

After taking a hot spring bath, Yun Luo slept well. Hongmo Tangtang liked to sleep with Yun Luo on the pillow, so she didn't have to worry about being pressed when she slept soundly. An Qingju and An had been pressed to Tangtang's children when she first met Yan Chenyu. This is mainly because Tangtang, who liked to sleep tightly against the human head, seemed to be more secure.

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

Yunluo is not most interested in Luzhi Lake. He has seen many mountain lakes before. Luzhi Lake does not stun Yunluo. The fir tree path by the lake is its biggest feature. Yunluo once read a very interesting travel note. The author is a female student. On a rainy day, he followed the strange uncle he met somewhere and walked the ancient fir road. Both of them were soaked.

Walking among the ancient trees that have been around for hundreds of years, on the one hand, the girl feels that she talks a lot because of the silence of the strange uncle. On the other hand, the ancient trees that have been around for hundreds of years have created an atmosphere that transcends reality and travels through time, which almost makes her have an illusion that a porter from the Edo period will appear behind the forest, wearing white clothes and carrying a load, slowly walking through the forest.

When clouds fall on the ancient fir road, silent in front and behind, they can't help but have the same imagination. The tree is so ancient, it has grown for hundreds of years, and the moss on the bark has grown into thickness. The sky is drizzling, and there are still a few purple sun flowers blooming. Standing under the tree, everyone will feel that they are small.

Yun Luo looked at the mountains and trees, feeling the tranquility that was completely different from the doomsday world, thinking about the blood and killings of those years. At that time, the sky was gloomy and radiant clouds, and there was no bright sunshine. The rain was covered with viruses and radiation, and it was not allowed to drink directly. Even taking it to bathe would cause great harm.

What would this quiet forest look like hundreds of years ago? This ancient fir tree was planted specifically by people? The long ancient fir road, even if a woman in purple in a kimono, a warrior or a porter carrying a load, would not be surprised by Yun Luo. The red mouse Tangtang curled up in Yun Luo's pocket and slept hard, so she was too lazy to come out to see the scenery.

A burst of laughter broke Yun Luo's fantasy. It was a group of resolute old men. They were wearing outdoor clothes to pull Yun Luo back to reality. Yun Luo took a look intentionally or unintentionally. The group of ordinary old men were all advanced evolutionists above level seven. They were introverted, chatting while chatting secretly with each other.

However, these were clearly printed in Yun Luo's sea of ​​consciousness. Yun Luo narrowed his eyes slightly. From the private chat of the advanced evolutionists, he heard the four words "Sakura Imperial Court" and also heard the upcoming bloody revenge, not among the evolutionists, but among the bloody family revenge between Japanese warriors and ninjas.)
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