National Tide 1980.

November 1985, 11, Sunday.

Ning Weimin spared a morning as promised this weekend to help Miyoko Kagawa.

Miyoko is also very sensible, considering Ning Weimin's convenience and proximity, she simply entrusted Ning Weimin with a high-end apartment not far from Huiwentang Bookstore, which happened to be located in Nishi Azabu.

Therefore, although the meeting time with the client was ten o'clock in the morning, at nine forty-five o'clock that day, Ning Weimin had already arrived at the door of the apartment building in advance to wait in accordance with the Japanese habit.

It's a pity that the progress of the matter was still a little bit unsatisfactory. He waited until ten o'clock sharp, but the owner of the house did not show up.

This is undoubtedly a very abnormal situation for the extremely punctual Japanese.

After waiting for another 5 minutes, Ning Weimin couldn't help feeling anxious, worried that the customer might have arrived early and had already gone upstairs.

If that was the case, then he would be a silly Boi for waiting so stupidly downstairs.

If it is not done well, the customer will be angry and lose patience, and in the end, it will fail Miyoko Kagawa's trust.

This was of course unacceptable to him, so he thought twice and walked towards the door of the apartment.

There stood a tall security guard, wearing a woolen overcoat uniform with black background and white border.

Looking at the expression and posture, it is completely a posture that the world is under my nose, and it seems that it is not easy to deal with.

It turned out that at this moment when Ning Weimin was about to step into the apartment area, he was thinking about how to speak in order to persuade the security guard to be accommodating and let him in.

An extended version of the black car blew its whistle and snatched past him, and parked at the door of the apartment with a more domineering attitude than me.

But the security guard at the gate, who was standing on the high steps with his head held high, immediately ran down, nodding and bowing his head to pull the door of the extended car.

It was also at this time that someone in the apartment building happened to push the door out again.

Needless to say, the things that would have taken a lot of talk but might not be able to be done were solved all at once.

A great opportunity like this can be easily grasped by any Chinese.

Ning Weimin in his previous life, he just never worked as a delivery guy, hasn't he seen how a delivery guy works?

To be honest, the biggest difference between the brains of the Chinese and the Japanese is here.

The Japanese have heads like granite, they only know how to follow the scriptures and follow the rules step by step.

The Chinese are not, as long as the goal can be achieved, it is completely appropriate to give up the principle or change the rules.

So he didn't talk to the security guard at the door at all, Ning Weimin took a few steps up the steps, and quickly walked up to the door that was pushed open from the inside.

After the guests inside stepped down the steps, he pulled the door and made a light dodge.

It was easy to sneak into this apartment building that claimed to be managed in a hotel style, with strict access control conditions, and a monthly management fee of [-] yen.

And at this time, the security guard at the bottom of the stairs at the door was still nodding and bowing to carry things for the guests who bought the extended version of the luxury car.

This is enough to prove that the security of high-end apartments in Japan is just that. The security guard is a piece of trash, and his professional level is not as good as that of our concierge.

It's no wonder that the Japanese let Li Xiangyang get in so easily...

Taking the elevator to the door of room 1103, Ning Weimin checked himself up and down before ringing the doorbell, but unfortunately no one answered.

Then it is obvious that the homeowner must be seriously late.

If it is converted according to the Japanese concept of time, it is not 10 minutes late, but almost half an hour.

In this regard, Ning Weimin is not without frustration, he has not felt this inferior feeling for a long time.

Now I suddenly realize that people living in the lower class can't even control their own time, and can only be led by the nose by others.

This is why the ladder is difficult to climb, the more you are at the bottom, the harder it is to go up.

Because even the most precious resource, the time owned by those at the bottom, can be easily wasted by those at the top.

Not only must you cooperate with others unconditionally and let them spoil you, but you don't need to apologize.

Somewhat melancholy, Ning Weimin paced idly in front of the unit door, snapped his fingers a few times, hummed "Big Sword March" for a while, and then took out his half-old Canon F -1 camera, randomly aiming at the street view outside the corridor window.

Until he stood at the window and took aim at the uncle who stole cigarette butts on the street, the takeaway boy who overturned his lunch box, the Japanese girl who wore a skirt in winter, and the old woman who walked the street with a dog, the owner of the house was still the same. did not arrive.

At this time, Ning Weimin was somewhat resentful because of his idleness.

Originally, I wanted to go to the swimming pool on the top floor of the building, but after thinking about it, what if the owner suddenly came at this time?
Well, if a good person does it to the end and sends the Buddha to the West, it is better to continue to wait.

Anyway, it's Kagawa Miyoko's face, as long as he can repay the favor.

At worst, wait until noon, and if the homeowner doesn't come, he can call Kagawa Miyoko to return, and it's quite acceptable to explain the past.

Fortunately, he also carried a few Japanese novels that Rinko Kagawa borrowed and returned to the bookstore.

So since he had nothing to do, he simply took out a book and read it to pass the time, taking advantage of the sunlight pouring in from the corridor window.

Unexpectedly, just look at it, he really saw it.

Ning Weimin, who is proficient in Japanese but not high-level, learned the elegant conversations of Japanese social classes through novels, but he also gained a little.

Until I don’t know if another ten minutes or twenty minutes passed, when he was flipping through "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion", he was struck by the sentence "Although there is no wind, I feel that the moon in the pool is shattered".

A crisp sound of high heels suddenly floated from the direction of the elevator, which interrupted the connection between his thoughts and books.

"Is the owner finally here? No, no. According to the information provided by Miyoko, it should be a man named Mitsuru Watanabe. Unless it is Mr. Watanabe's secretary..."

As the sound of kicking approached slowly and kept hitting the eardrums, Ning Weimin stopped reading and thought to himself.

However, because this possibility is unlikely, he knew that his idea was just random speculation, and it was more likely to be residents living in other units.

So in fact, he didn't look up, he just held the page in a daze for a while, and then he still looked down at the book.

When he continued to read a certain line of text, he saw the words in the book, "For me, beauty must be such a thing. It shields me from life, and protects me from life..." This When a more charming sentence.

The sound of the high heels stopped suddenly, and the repetition stopped right next to his heart.

Suddenly, a faint scent that he had never smelled before floated into his nose.

A trace of indescribable sweetness, a trace of indescribable warmth, like a warm breeze blowing a kind of magical pollen into his internal organs, allowing the stagnant gas in his body to be emptied instantly.

At the same time, a mysterious force made his body suddenly tense, forcing him to raise his head vigilantly and open his eyes wide.

He looked straight ahead.

In the sunlight cast by the window, the one stepping on his shadow turned out to be a beautiful, bright and suffocating existence.

After just one glance, he couldn't help feeling a little panicked.

It actually produced the feeling of being blindfolded for a long time, and suddenly the black cloth was torn off again, and the eyes suddenly opened up, and the light suddenly appeared.

You must know that the woman in front of him is not only beautiful, but also has outstanding temperament.

Whether it is the white silk scarf wrapped around her head, the red lips like the sun, the cold strong reflective sunglasses, the beige fur coat, the yellow handbag of Hermes, the diamond watch shining like stars, or the pair of long Long straight beautiful legs, and a pair of white five-inch high heels...

All of these exude a gorgeous and eye-catching but compelling force to retreat.

It's as if her whole body is a piece of jewellery, placed safely in a luxury store, through the bulletproof glass of the display cabinet, a mysterious and seductive light shines through.

This woman can even remind people of some glamorous and luxurious images unconsciously.

Those images of high society that are filled in film and television dramas or news reports.

Such as red carpet, opera house, cocktail party, yacht party, charity dinner, horse fair, salon, club, etc...

It's as if she is synonymous with extravagant beauty, natural and mediocre are completely isolated from daily life, and she even has the superpower to attract all light sources to her body to add luster to herself.

Even though Ning Weimin works in the fashion industry and has seen so many young, beautiful and white-legged models, he can't help but be deeply attracted by this woman.

"Excuse me, are you... are you..."

The woman in front of her suddenly spoke.

Her voice was also very soft and pleasant.

However, Ning Weimin's ears did not make him feel the surlyness, provocation, arrogance, arrogance and domineering that are easy to breed in this famous brand and precious jewelry.

This is even more unbelievable.

Are Japanese women naturally so gentle?

However, while Ning Weimin was amazed, he really didn't know that at the same time, in the eyes of women, his personal image was also outstanding.

He also caused this woman to stir up emotional turmoil in her heart, silently sighing for the excellence presented in him.

Yes, from a woman's point of view, Ning Weimin is also so different.

Bathed in the bright sunlight coming in through the window, he leaned on the window and looked through the books without distraction, and he couldn't get in touch with those real estate agents who were exhausted and only wanted money.

From the woman's perspective at this moment, Ning Weimin is so handsome that it makes people's cheeks burn, he is so clean that makes his hands itch, and his elegance makes people feel distressed.

Under the simple windbreaker, the blue-gray slim-fit suit and silver-gray tie set off his personalized attire, which makes him different from most Japanese social animals who are obsessed with black suits and white shirts.

Although it is extremely simple from head to toe, it does not look cheap, and it is impeccably clean and tidy.

This sense of cleanliness and warmth like a clear and sweet spring permeated every detail of his body.

Random fluttering hair, hard Adam's apple, lightly shaved green beard stubble, tall figure, wrinkled and slightly frayed windbreaker corners, and half-worn leather shoes.

Once women observe these things, they often continue to make assumptions, thinking that his skin, pores, nails, teeth...everything is so clean, like a white cloud.

What's more, he is still so young, revealing a charming bookish atmosphere.

Weakness and toughness, seemingly completely contradictory features are gathered on his body, like an extraterrestrial snow mountain that has not been polluted by the world at all.

So much so that this woman looked him up and down for a long time, and she couldn't believe that he was sent by the real estate agency to come here to take pictures and fill in the information for customers.

Even the second half of the question was a bit embarrassing to ask, for fear of being abrupt and misunderstood his identity.

But the good thing is that Ning Weimin's mind is outstanding, especially the best at listening.

Although the woman didn't say what specific content she wanted to inquire about, Ning Weimin's intuition had sensed it, and he immediately took the initiative to reveal his identity.

"Hi, I'm sent by Aoba Real Estate, and I'm waiting here for Mr. Watanabe, the owner of 1103. You didn't come just for this, did you?"

"Hey?"

The woman was very surprised by this, and couldn't help but muttered to herself, "Sure enough, it's a real estate agent. It's too surprising. I thought I made a mistake. Watanabe clearly said that he had an appointment with a lady... ..."

"I'm sorry, the appointment with Mr. Watanabe is indeed Ms. Kagawa Miyoko. However, because I have been waiting for a long time, but Mr. Watanabe has not arrived, Ms. Miyoko had to leave me and continue to wait for Mr. Watanabe. Go to deal with other affairs first Yes. Mr. Watanabe really can't come because he has something to do? But, it doesn't really matter. As an assistant, I can also complete today's house registration work. And it won't take up too much of your time, ma'am, on this point, please You must rest assured."

After confirming that it was the client he wanted to receive, Ning Weimin immediately stood up straight and closed his hand on Yukio Mishima's masterpiece.

He explained it patiently, and tried his best to calmly look directly at the woman who was so beautiful that she was not like a mortal, so as not to be rude.

Although his expression was slightly cramped, he did it no matter whether he was smiling or not in a hurry.

He even slipped away nonsense and said it as soon as he said it, easily smoothing out the fact and responsibility of Kagawa Miyoko's failure to attend the appointment.

However, he still had some problems with the address.

Otherwise, the woman wouldn't be surprised when she heard the last word.

"You... what do you call me? Ma'am!"

"Ah? Is it wrong? Then what should I call you? You... aren't Mr. Watanabe's wife?"

Ning Weimin asked in puzzlement, he was really confused and hard to judge.

You must know that this woman's skin and figure are well maintained, but it is difficult to judge her specific age.

Although she has a mature temperament and is the king of royal sisters, even more tasteful than Kagawa Rinko, it is hard to believe that she is married.

But then again, he had inquired with Kagawa Miyoko beforehand, and he knew that the person who contacted the seller was Watanabe, a man in his 30s.

If the woman and Watanabe are not husband and wife, why should they come forward to make a decision on the deal of this house?
Could it be that this is Watanabe's younger sister?

Unexpectedly, his anxious rhetorical question completely made the woman laugh.

The woman bowed her head and laughed for a while before telling him what was going on.

"No, no, that's not the case. First of all, I'm not married yet. Second, the house to be sold here is mine. It has nothing to do with Watanabe. He is just my employee. So Watanabe is here to invite you here instead of me. Sorry , Some things were not made clear in advance, which made you misunderstand."

"That's how it is..." Ning Weimin suddenly realized, but at the same time he understood this matter, it brought more doubts.

Such a young and beautiful woman, if she is not married, how can she buy the apartment here by herself?

And there are employees like Watanabe, where does her money come from?

Judging by her appearance, although her whole body is covered with international famous brands, she is not full of jewels.

What was exposed in the fur coat was a simple black long dress. Apart from watches and handbags, there was no trace of jewelry on her body.

Such a low-key and luxurious style, could it be that the daughter of a chaebol can't do it?
But this temperament is too gentle and quiet. Would the descendants of a wealthy family be so kind and easy to talk to?
"It's the first time we met. My surname is Matsumoto. Then I will leave the house registration work to you."

"Okay, Ms. Matsumoto. I will work hard and finish it as soon as possible..."

Ning Weimin had no time to think about it.

In order to conform to the identity of the person, after the polite greetings from the woman, he also followed the example of the Japanese and bowed seriously in return.

Unexpectedly, the woman smiled again, playfully and heartily.

"So, you really don't know me, right? So you're not Japanese, so what should I call you?"

Hey?Where did this talk come from?
Should all Japanese people know you?

Are you the prime minister's daughter or the prime minister's daughter?

sky royal...

That's even more impossible, at least the genes are wrong.

Japan's royal family is full of self-willedness and anxiety. No matter how good external genes are introduced, it is difficult to cause ripples.

Inexplicably, Ning Weimin was even more confused by the woman's words this time.

And he never thought that his foreigner status would be exposed so easily.

Originally, he thought that the people around him praised him for his rapid progress in Japanese, and he was proud that he could not hear much difference from the Japanese in basic conversations, and he was full of confidence.

Now it seems that I should have thought too much and was completely fooled by the polite compliments from those around me.

"Sorry, my name is Ning Weimin, I am indeed not Japanese, I am from China."

"Huaxia? What a coincidence, I have been to Huaxia several times. I have been to Beijing, Shanghai, Jinling, Suzhou, Hangzhou, and Kunming. China is beautiful and has a vast territory. It is much larger than Japan. Excuse me Which city in China did you come from? Are you an international student? Do you work part-time at Qingye Real Estate while studying?"

However, what was even more unexpected was that this woman actually knew Huaxia very well, and she was not at all strange and distant to Huaxia like most Japanese.

It's not at all like the Kagawa sisters and Mrs. Taniguchi. When they first met, they would ask "Can Huaxia be full of rice?", "Are there any high-rise buildings in the capital?", or "Will people who return from Japan be reused?" ? Will you not be suspected of being a spy in Tokyo and be monitored?" This kind of silly question is bubbling.

And the attitude is surprisingly friendly.

But in this way, Ning Weimin became even more confused, and became very curious about her origin.

Have you been to so many places in China?
Is this the legendary Sino-Japanese friend?

But haven't seen any news reports?

She... who the hell is she?
Or a charming goblin that came out of some hole?