National Tide 1980.

Chapter 901 meet again
What kind of clothes should I wear?

In the bottom of her heart, Matsumoto Keiko has repeated this sentence silently several times.

In the dressing room on the second floor, facing a person-high long mirror, she took off a slightly more gorgeous long dress.

Even under the soft lighting, her silky skin is enough to make any man's blood pump.

But she herself didn't notice this at all, nor did she have the self-confidence she should have.

Instead, looking at the hundreds of sets of big-name clothing from all over the world in the ten-square-meter room, she felt palpitations for the first time.

In fact, from a logical point of view, her almost perfect figure should make it easier to choose clothes, and she looks good in almost any clothes.

What's more, she has participated in countless high-class banquets and celebrity parties.

Whether in Paris or New York, whether attending the Cannes Film Festival or the Venice Film Festival, she never takes pains to dress up.

However, just today, just to meet a strange young man for a while, a Chinese from a third world country.

She couldn't help but examine herself with harsh eyes.

Either I think that suit is too fancy, or I think that style is outdated.

Either he was picky about the complicated neckline decoration of the dress, or he was picky about the waist of the skirt that made him look a little fat.

This kind of embarrassment and panic in her heart was almost the first time in her life.

Even if the film she participated in won the award for the first time, she was never so nervous when she stood on the podium.

This is how inexplicable, how strange.

In the end, she suddenly remembered the past few years when she went to Huaxia to participate in film exchange activities.

By the way, Chinese people are very conservative in their clothing, and extravagance may make them look vulgar.

At least in the eyes of that Chinese young man, it is very likely to be so.

His dress style is so refreshing and simple, you can tell at a glance that he likes simplicity.

So after some hesitation, after trying at least a dozen sets of clothes, Keiko Matsumoto finally chose a white dress.

She wore a pair of pearl white sandals with a heel on her feet.

Jewelry retains only the pearl studs on the ears, and has been replaced with a duller color.

The watch also gave up the most frequently worn piece of rose gold and diamond-encrusted Cartier, and replaced it with a Seiko Kun watch with a white soft belt.

It should look better this way, right?
Matsumoto Keiko thought to herself in the mirror.

And when she finally felt more satisfied, she turned around and was about to leave.

But I couldn't help looking at the "Golden Pavilion Temple" on the dressing table

That was the book that Ning Weimin was reading when they first met, and later agreed to lend her the book.

In Keiko Matsumoto's heart, this book was undoubtedly read carefully by that beautiful and clean young man.

Every chapter, every verse, every word has been touched by him.

Maybe softly, maybe casually, his fingerprints and the smell of his skin are left between the lines.

So even though she had said something first and agreed that she would return it when they met again, she still hesitated.

Or... first... don't pay it back...

Thinking of this, Keiko Matsumoto's cheeks couldn't help but feel slightly hot, and her heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

This kind of shyness is an abnormality that has not been seen in many years.

This kind of wonderful taste is like when she was naughty when she was a child, she climbed trees and touched bird eggs behind her back.

It was itchy with longing, but also afraid of the feeling of falling from a tree.

And when she really decided to go out, Matsumoto Keiko didn't even plan to drive the blue sports car last time.

Suddenly, she felt that the car seemed too ostentatious, too sharp.

But she wanted to make things more obvious, so that she could appear gentle, elegant, and relaxed.

So in the end, to be conservative, I switched to another car of my own-the silver Toyota Crown.

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The time spent on the road is almost fleeting.

A full half an hour earlier than the agreed time, Keiko Matsumoto arrived at her apartment in Nishi Azabu.

When parking, she looked at her watch, it was three o'clock in the afternoon.

In fact, the reason why it was so early was because Matsumoto Keiko was looking forward to it.

There is also the reason why she wants to ventilate the room in advance, and then boil a pot of water, so that she can better entertain guests.

So as soon as she came, as soon as she entered the apartment, she started to get busy.

After opening the windows, turn on the air conditioner to keep the room warm, dry and relatively fresh air.

Although it was a clear afternoon with plenty of sunlight, she still turned on all the lights in the room to make the apartment more transparent and bright.

It is precisely because I have hidden thoughts and inexplicable thoughts that I can't explain clearly.

And she had just experienced those encounters that made her nauseous whenever she thought about them, and she just wanted to forget them forever.

Keiko Matsumoto was even more afraid of darkness and shadows, longing to be bathed in light.

Finally, when everything was done and the water for making tea was boiled, she couldn't help but wandered in front of the full-length mirror behind the door of the apartment.

It's like casually peeping at the woman in the glasses, going back and forth several times, she walked to the mirror and took a look before leaving, and then couldn't help but walk back again.

It's not that she's not confident, she just wants to take a photo and observe herself in a natural state in this way.

What she was particularly worried about was that if she dressed too much, she would appear pretentious and old-fashioned, and would be ridiculed by others.

Finally, she met her own eyes in the mirror.

She couldn't help but carefully examine the eyes in the mirror.

In addition to confusion and tension, longing and joy, restlessness and rebellion.

There is also something like Eve's hunger for apples, Pandora's curiosity about the magic box, and something she can never grasp by herself...

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Sudden startled, Keiko Matsuzaka finally plucked up the courage to stand at the door for half a minute, and went to the door mirror to confirm the identity of the person outside the door.

Still in that attire, Ning Weimin, who came as scheduled, stood at the door and waited quietly.

Keiko Matsumoto stared at the young man she longed to see for longer than she had just been in a daze.

Enough for an apple to be ripe enough to fall from the tree.

Finally, with the sound of her unlocking the door and opening the door, the young, magnetic and humble voice that she had heard before came from outside the door.

"Hello, I kept you waiting, I seem to be a little late. Sorry."

"It's okay, the time is just right, please come in."

After Ning Weimin changed his shoes, she specially invited him again.

"The tea is ready, come and sit down."

Ning Weimin's movements were still very light, and he walked very quietly.

He walked slowly through the hallway to the sofa, peeping at the big star who was already sitting on the sofa, but did not sit down directly, but saluted again.

"It's too much trouble for you, what are you doing?"

"It's nothing, I'm the one to thank."

Seeing that he was so polite, Matsumoto Keiko also stood up and returned the salute.

"The last time we met, the advice you gave was great. Thanks to you, the financial problem has been temporarily solved with the mortgage loan."

"Huh? My suggestion..."

This surprised Ning Weimin.

"You mean, has the house been mortgaged? So this time I'm called...not to sell the house?"

However, Matsumoto Keiko adopted a non-committal approach to this problem, avoiding the most important and taking the lightest.

"Let's sit down and talk, the temperature of the tea is just right, you should quench your thirst first."

Indeed, after all, the two are still strangers, and the financial situation is an important privacy for one person after all.

There is really no need for Matsumoto Keiko to disclose the details of this aspect to an outsider.

So Ning Weimin couldn't refuse the invitation.

This time, he not only walked to the second seat and sat down, but also readily picked up the cup of tea that had already been poured, and took a sip of tea politely.

"Good tea, thank you."

Then he quietly waited for Matsumoto Keiko's next words.

But to his surprise, Keiko Matsumoto would not continue this topic afterwards.

On the contrary, as if he had nothing to say, he actually changed his direction, and unexpectedly became concerned about his recent situation.

"Are you busy recently? Do you have a lot of clients to receive? Is the house easy to sell? Is there any negotiation?"

"Oh, I'm just getting started and I'm still learning. But what is certain is that this industry is indeed getting more and more prosperous."

Ning Weimin felt very puzzled in his heart, so he simply used vague words to deal with it.

"That's good." Matsumoto Keiko smiled, but continued to ask questions that seemed impossible.

"What about you? Where do you live now?"

"Me? I actually... live in... Ginza..."

"Ginza?" Keiko Matsumoto's voice suddenly rose, revealing unbelievable surprise.

But Ning Weimin is more capable than Matsumoto Keiko.

He can speak nonsense with his eyes open and his face not red and his heart beating, and he is not afraid of half-truths and half-false eyes.

"Ah... yes. It's at No. 5-6, 8-chome, a street behind the Ginza Seiko Big Bell intersection. You wouldn't believe that there was a three-story Abato building there, would you? To be honest, the three The small iron building on the second floor is tightly blocked by the commercial buildings outside. Few people in Tokyo will know it. In fact, in the house, except for the terrace on the top floor, there is no sunlight at all. It has to be opened in broad daylight. What about the lights. But the advantage is that the housing price is cheap and the transportation is convenient. It’s only [-] yen a month..."

This does explain it.

Matsumoto Keiko nodded slightly, she obviously believed it.

"It's incredible. Is there a house like this in that area? How did you find it?"

"Hey, it's just a coincidence. When I first came to Tokyo to look for a house, the building in front of the house had just been demolished and rebuilt. I saw Abato at the back. There was a rental advertisement on it..."

"That's right, it's indeed a coincidence. But isn't such a house good for you? It's bad for your health."

"What you said is true, but it's not easy to find a house in Tokyo, so you have to take your time."

For Ning Weimin's explanation, Matsumoto Keiko fully agreed, and there was nothing more to doubt.

But at the same time, I couldn't think of any topics, especially suitable topics.

They all fell silent at the same time.

For at least 2 minutes, they fell into the awkwardness of being relatively silent with each other.

Ning Weimin could barely hold his breath.

After all, the basic quality of a businessman is to smile and not to worry.

If he can't do these two things, he might as well stop messing around in the mall.

Not to mention, not only did he already know about Keiko Matsumoto's star status.

And the other party is still a stunning beauty who can never get tired of looking at her.

Coupled with Keiko Matsumoto's white outfit today, it made her look younger.

Compared with her in the movie, she has no sense of distance.

There is even an unmistakable elegance, without being aggressive at all.

Being able to sit face to face with her like this is a rare adventure in itself, a joy in life.

Why can't he sit still?
On the other hand, for Keiko Matsumoto, because of her hesitation, she has been thinking about an idea that is difficult to finalize in her heart.

Her state of mind was far inferior to that of Ning Weimin, and she frowned unconsciously, feeling a little uneasy.

After all, she currently knows very little about Ning Weimin.

So she wasn't really sure about how she wanted to show her kindness next.

Should I speak rashly?
Should it just be taken out like this?
Is it too abrupt to do so?

Will it cause misunderstanding?Have unpredictable errors?

But although her mind was still tangled repeatedly, what she wanted to say finally came out suddenly.

"I trouble you to come here again this time, in fact, to express my gratitude in person. You really did me a very, very big favor, but you yourself suffered a great loss because of it. This makes me very sorry. So be careful, Please accept it with a smile. Don't refuse, otherwise, I will be uneasy."

Saying so, Matsumoto Keiko took out a thick envelope from his purse, and handed it to the tea table in front of Ning Weimin with both hands.

Due to the white and delicate skin, the light blue blood vessels on the slender fingers are clearly visible.

And Ning Weimin can confirm with just one glance, the envelope is probably a stack of unopened bills, which is 100 million yen!
However, it was this action that caused Ning Weimin's heart to be hit hard.

The scalding blood was violently pumped out, quickly flowed into every blood vessel of his, penetrated into every pore, and poured into his brain cavity, his whole body was scorched by the scalding blood.

"What do you mean? Why do you give me money for no reason? I can't ask for this money..."

Ning Weimin tried his best to restrain his emotions, but the amiability he had always maintained disappeared, and his expression became serious.

Keiko Matsumoto noticed his unhappiness immediately, and quickly explained.

"No... not for no reason. You suffered a loss for me. If the house is sold, you should have at least one percent commission..."

"That's only six 10,000+. What you gave is too much."

"Not much. I'm Japanese, and I'm a film actor. This money is nothing to me. But you are Chinese, and living in Tokyo is very difficult. You need this money, which can be used to rent a better place." house, improve your life, accept it..."

The more the description becomes darker, the more it is said.

Although it is not arrogant and well-intentioned, this damn sense of superiority and handouts is really uncomfortable.

"Hehe!" Ning Weimin snorted twice with a half-smile, and then asked further questions.

"Are you pitying me? Just because you are Japanese and I am from China? If you want to do good deeds, I suggest you donate the money to formal charities. I have If you have feet, you won't be able to accept this kind of charity..."

Ning Weimin's heart was overwhelmed, he never expected that Matsumoto Keiko would use this method to repay his kindness, and actually gave him money so bluntly.

And he didn't know why he was so annoyed, originally this kind of thing shouldn't be a big deal to him.

And most likely he was just thinking too much.

If the person who "threw" him with money was not Matsumoto Keiko, he could have thanked him with a smile, immediately took the money and left, and turned around to buy 100 million yen in Hanwa Industrial shares.

But it was wrong to say such things in front of the money Matsuzaka Keiko gave him.

He just couldn't control his anger, he broke his defense easily, and his heart was twitching in pain.

Is he someone who can get away with a few dollars?

He was obviously greedy for her...

Cough cough, in short, this matter cannot be counted in this way. The reason why he, a Chinese, came all the way here is not what he expected.

And his words completely made Keiko Matsumoto realize that he was really angry.

Panicked, the explanation she could give became more and more stumbling.

"I'm sorry, Ning Sang, please don't be angry. If... If there is anything wrong, please allow me to explain. I... I really don't mean to look down on you, I just think that you should get something in return. Accepted Favors must be repaid appropriately. Money is the most useful thing for you now..."

"No need to say anything, I appreciate your kindness. But I don't need you to make such a return. If you solve your distress because of my suggestion, I will be happy for you. But if the house is not sold successfully, I can't take you money. This is the principle of my life. So be it, I wish you a happy..."

Ning Weimin interrupted impatiently, he changed his previous politeness and demeanor, turned around and was about to leave decisively.

But as soon as he reached the porch, Matsumoto Keiko's excited voice came from behind him, it was the last hold.

"No, please don't go. I really want to make friends with you. I thought...you would be happy to accept the money, and then plan to let you treat me to dinner..."

Just because of this choked up words, Ning Weimin tightened his nerves again, and turned around suddenly.

"What? You... want to be friends with me?"

"Yes." Matsumoto Keiko said solemnly, "Is it okay?"

(End of this chapter)