National Tide 1980.

Chapter 938
At this time, Ning Weimin had completely become an obedient boy, and he did so without hesitation.

Matsumoto Keiko's chin rested on Ning Weimin's chest, almost touching his heart.

She could clearly feel Ning Weimin's heartbeat, which was chaotic, rapid and powerful.

Ning Weimin also felt the rhythm of Matsumoto Keiko's heart.

That kind of rhythm and vibration made their excitement fully blend.

They embraced like this, silently, panting slightly, listening to each other's heartbeat and the birdsong on the vast lakeside and in the courtyard.

Before they knew it, both of them closed their eyes, as if time had stopped.

After an unknown amount of time, Keiko Matsumoto spoke.

"say something……"

"I'm so sorry."

"That's not it."

"Ah? Then... I..."

"Do you like it now?"

"……like."

"why?"

"Because...we are together, here, we can think of nothing, just the two of us."

Matsumoto Keiko's hair is fragrant, but it can make Ning Weimin feel obsessed with dreams.

"Then can you tell me what I am to you now?"

Keiko Matsumoto opened his eyes, looking at the trees in the distance and the outline of the ancient city of Kanazawa.

I hope Ning Weimin can give the answer she wants.

However, Ning Weimin's answer was different from what she expected at first glance.

"You... to me... are air."

"what?"

"It's the air. Because without it, I'd die... just a few minutes at most..."

Ning Weimin's words made Matsumoto Keiko smile.

Smile with joy, with relief, with contentment.

This answer was another small surprise that Ning Weimin brought her.

Obviously, it is more useful than the word "lover" she originally longed for.

"Hold me tight again..." she murmured pleadingly.

Ning Weimin did it again without hesitation.

Try harder, harder, harder.

He wished he could wrap Matsumoto Keiko completely, almost suffocating her.

The heart is suffocated, the breath is suffocated, and the soul is suffocated.

But Keiko Matsumoto liked the suffocation.

She was willing.

Kenrokuen no longer exists, and it is meaningless to let the scenery here be so beautiful.

Standing here at this time, they all had the urge to let go of everything, the relaxation of everything being empty, and the pleasure of drinking the sweet spring in the desert.

It's been too long, it's really been too long, they've all been waiting for too long...

For the whole afternoon, Matsumoto Keiko longed to be hugged by Ning Weimin like this.

So they kept walking, looking for a quiet place where they would not be disturbed.

You know, the social atmosphere in Japan is still very conservative.

Even if they are lovers, husband and wife, they are embarrassed to even hold hands in front of outsiders.

A tough guy like Ken Takakura would even scold his wife for putting her head on his shoulder while flying on a honeymoon trip.

So Ning Weimin and Matsumoto Keiko both went to Kenrokuen or the opposite Kanazawa Castle.

But he was looking at the flowers on horseback, and he had no intention of admiring the scenery at all, he just wanted to be alone.

Once they find No Man's Land, they stick together like conjoined twins, like first love men and women.

When you see someone coming, dodge and go, and then stick together.

They walk against the light, they walk against the light, they are completely tireless.

When the sun goes down, almost all the tourist attractions that are open to welcome guests are closed.

At dusk and dusk, the beautiful sound of shamisen sounded in the three major teahouse streets.

Only then did they realize that the watch had pointed to a quarter past six.

"Are you tired?" Matsumoto Keiko secretly held Ning Weimin's hand while the light was dim and the street lights were on.

"Not tired." Ning Weimin pinched it hard, expressing a tacit response.

"Then we have to go back. Otherwise, we won't have time to go to the Sento to take a bath. Dinner time will also be delayed."

"are you hungry?"

"No, after all, I have already made an appointment with the proprietress. And you are still young, you should develop a good habit of eating..."

Keiko Matsumoto said this not because she was hungry, but because the Japanese respect timeliness above all else.

Dinner at a Japanese hotel needs to be confirmed first, so whether you are dining in the room or in the cafeteria, you should arrive on time.

Otherwise, it will be embarrassing if you are late.

Ning Weimin instantly understood what Matsumoto Keiko meant, and then quickened his pace.

"Okay then, let's go quickly."

"Guess what's for dinner...?"

Seeing that the front was approaching, Matsumoto Keiko simply grabbed Ning Weimin's arm.

"Dinner should still be seafood. After all, this place is facing the sea. There should be sashimi, right? I hope it's not crab?"

"No. There is special Noto beef here, which is not easy to get in Tokyo. So I asked the proprietress to prepare a beef set meal. I also brought you red wine."

"Is there no wine here?"

"It's not as good as I prepared. I brought you two bottles of Palmer red wine. It is a famous winery in Jinpodi, France, and it has been around for decades..."

"Thank you."

"Thank you?"

"You say it."

"After taking a bath, you want to buy me something to drink..."

"it is good."

In this way, they quickly returned to their rooms at the "Spring Cloud" Hotel.

After quickly changing into the loose yukata prepared by the hotel, I went to the nearby sento 20 meters away to bathe and relax.

In fact, Kanazawa also has hot springs, and there are as many as four of them, but these hot springs are far away from Kanazawa City.

In the city, there are only public bathhouses for bathing, so there is no other way, and for the time being, we can only make do with it.

If you want to soak, it's not too late to go back.

But when it comes to soaking in hot springs and taking a bath, Ning Weimin is amazed at the Japanese habit of drinking a bottle of milk after bathing.

Based on his experience, it seems that whether it is a hot spring or a bathhouse, there are vending machines or freezers on the cash register, and 100% of them sell milk in glass bottles.

In fact, this kind of small bottle of milk in the outer packaging is rarely seen in the city.

But Japanese people of different ages and classes, after taking a bath, still like to drink milk with one hand on their hips and a glass bottle.

Why is this so?
This doubt that Ning Weimin had been puzzled in his previous life finally got the answer today from Matsumoto Keiko who also chose to drink milk.

Dare to feel that more than ten years ago, the Japanese did not have complete bathing facilities in their homes. Similar to the current situation in China, they could only go to public bathhouses to bathe.

The Japanese also love to take a bath, regardless of men, women, or children, like hot pools, so it is necessary to replenish water after bathing.

But at that time, vending machines were not yet popular, and there were not many types of beverages on the market, not even plastic bottles.

Therefore, the beverages that can be provided by hot springs or sento are mainly composed of milk.

There are almost three kinds - pure milk, coffee milk and fruit milk.

Therefore, the Japanese habit of drinking milk after taking a bath is completely "forced" to develop because of the limited sales conditions more than ten years ago.

It's like the bathhouses in Beijing must sell yogurt in porcelain bottles and pink bayberry smoothies, and the situation is similar.

People in the capital still like to soak in the bathhouse, except for drinking tea in the bathhouse.

After leaving the bathhouse, it is also a kind of enjoyment to come to such a cool thing in the cold food department next door and eat a piece of croissant.

This is also the habit of many people regardless of winter and summer.

It's still like when Americans go to the cinema, they will definitely buy popcorn and Coke.

Although you can choose other snacks when you go to the cinema to watch a movie, most people are influenced by Americans and love popcorn and cola.

Because this has been closely linked with the movie.

After taking a bath and drinking milk, Ning Weimin and Matsumoto Keiko returned to the "Spring Cloud" hotel with warm air and relaxed bodies.

In order to be more comfortable, they did not eat in the restaurant, and asked the proprietress to deliver the meals to the room on the third floor.

They were in Ning Weimin's room, sitting by the window, watching the ancient street scene and began to eat.

The moonlight outside the window is bright, and the natural stars are also very bright. They complement each other with the lanterns on the ancient street, and they are all shining with bits and pieces of light.Such a peaceful night view is rare.

The taste of the beef set is also very good.

Noto beef, a local specialty in Kanazawa, is said to have only a thousand heads a year.

The quality is not inferior to Kobe beef and Matsumoto beef.

The fat and meat are evenly distributed, and it melts in the mouth, and it will never clog your teeth or chew.

It is because the output is too small, so the locals have almost digested it, and the reputation is not obvious.

It's a pity that Keiko Matsumoto's appetite was very small. Although the dishes were delicious, she hardly ate a few mouthfuls.

Instead, he kept laying out vegetables and pouring wine, and distributed his beef to Ning Weimin.

As for herself, she let go of the amount and just drank.

In fact, the reason why Matsumoto Keiko ordered the beef set meal tonight was to nourish Ning Weimin's body.

There are three signs that a woman loves a man.

One is to get close to him, the other is to have children for him, and the third is to see him eat to his satisfaction.

Therefore, watching Ning Weimin eat with gusto, Keiko Matsumoto felt indescribably satisfied.

Taking advantage of being happy and tempted, they quickly drank a bottle of red wine.

After eating, it was past nine o'clock in the evening.

Together they moved the cutlery out of the room and opened another bottle of wine.

Because the seat cloth balls and cushions in the Japanese hotel rooms do not have chair legs.

After this meal, Ning Weimin, who was not used to sitting on his knees, couldn't bear it anymore.

So at the suggestion of Matsumoto Keiko, they brought red wine and put on thick coats.

They simply held hands, put on slippers, and went to the terrace on the third floor.

There are three sides to see the scenery, not only the outer street, but also the courtyard in the courtyard.

They sat together on a padded wooden bench, leaning shoulder to shoulder, looking at the moonlight in the distance.

Matsumoto Keiko tilted her head on Ning Weimin's shoulder, and she felt her lover tremble slightly.

To be honest, the reason Ning Weimin was shaking was purely from the cold.

Even if the climate in Japan is mild in winter, the outdoor temperature at this time is at least five or six degrees.

But he is not Japanese after all, and he has never received cold training since he was a child.

Of course, the cold resistance cannot be compared with Matsumoto Keiko who can wear skirts in this kind of weather.

But relying on a thick bathrobe, it is inevitable to squeak when you come out suddenly, which is incomparable to the hot bath just now.

As a result, this trembling misunderstood Matsumoto Keiko.

She didn't feel too cold, she thought Ning Weimin was nervous or excited.

So the more Ning Weimin trembled, the more excited she became.

"Do you want to smoke a cigarette?" Keiko Matsumoto asked suddenly, she thought it was a good way to restrain her emotions.

But Ning Weimin shook his head.

"I... don't really think about it. In fact, I... am thinking about how to quit smoking as soon as possible..."

"No wonder you smoke less and less. Why do you want to quit smoking all of a sudden? Has your body recovered yet?"

Faced with Keiko Matsumoto's curious inquiry, Ning Weimin certainly couldn't say that it was because Japanese cigarettes were not to his liking.

Since you are not used to smoking, it is better to quit, at least it is good for your health.

He is not stupid, and the excuse he gave to Matsumoto Keiko is much more beautiful.

"Don't worry, I just think that smoking is not only bad for the smoker's health. It is also more harmful to the non-smokers in the same room. If I smoke, then when we stay together, it is not equal to me Is it hurting you? After a long time, it's okay. So I think it's better to quit as soon as possible..."

"So it was for me? I'm so touched."

Matsumoto Keiko really looked happy.

But then she was stunned again.

"But I... bought you a box of cigars. What can I do?"

"Huh? You bought a cigar for me, what brand is it?" Ning Weimin asked in surprise.

"Well... Dunhill."

Okay, good stuff, this is embarrassing.

It's okay if you don't know, once you know, Ning Weimin is indeed addicted to cigarettes and has the desire to smoke.

Fortunately, Matsumoto Keiko was very understanding, and immediately noticed Ning Weimin's emotional changes.

As a smart woman, she subtly helped Ning Weimin's face.

"I brought it specially for you, so I will smoke it again, okay? Just this time. I really want to see you smoke it once..."

"Listen to you."

Seeing Ning Weimin nodded, Matsumoto Keiko immediately ran back to the room happily.

After a while, she brought back a box of hardcover cigars.

Then he took the initiative to open the box, took out one, cut it with a cigar cutter, and handed it to Ning Weimin.

"Thank you. Then I won't be polite..." Ning Weimin said with a little embarrassment.

"Let me help you."

Matsumoto Keiko took out a long match in a very sensible way, struck out the flames aside, and evenly arranged it for Ning Weimin.

So Ning Weimin took a puff on the cigar, and exhaled the smoke restrainedly.

"It tastes so good."

And his sincere but calm appreciation, as well as his affectionate eyes, made Keiko Matsumoto's heart skip a beat.

In the eyes of Matsumoto Keiko, her lover is so young, so natural, so simple, so painful.

It is far better than those big men and celebrities who are full of fat, arty, and show off their power.

Of course, it is far better than the director Kinji Fukasaku she once loved.

You know, although that man has talent and charm.

But his irresistible flamboyance and arrogance that despise women are deep-rooted inferiority.

"Smack it, smoke it as much as you want...don't smoke it in the future."

Thus, Ning Weimin boldly smoked.

The movements began to become proficient, just as he always did when he smoked Cohiba.

This made Matsumoto Keiko stare with appreciation and ask questions with great interest.

"Does it blow smoke rings?"

"meeting."

"Show me, okay?"

"it is good."

Ning Weimin tried his best to blow out a smoke ring.

There was no wind that night, and smoke rings spewed out, very round and large, almost encircling the moon.

"I want to try too."

Matsumoto Keiko's face was blushing, and she was eager to try it. Alcohol should be at work.

"Here, but don't suck too much, or you'll choke easily..."

Ning Weimin exhorted with concern, and handed over the cigar.

Keiko Matsumoto was very obedient and only took a small sip.

But maybe I was too cautious when inhaling, and what I spit out is just a cloud of unclear and quickly dispersed smoke.

Seeing her disappointed look, Ning Weimin hurriedly comforted her.

"Don't worry, do it again. You just need a little more force and a little slower..."

"I will succeed this time." Keiko Matsumoto turned around, her eyes were persistent but soft as water.

This time she took a bold puff on her cigar and looked into Ning Weimin's eyes.

After about five or six seconds, she vomited slowly right in Ning Weimin's face.

A half-formed smoke ring touched Ning Weimin's face.

The smoke subsided and became invisible, but the fragrance lingered on Ning Weimin's face, soaking into his heart and lingering for a long time.

This charming aroma is not only the taste of tobacco, but also her fragrance.

"How is it? Much better?" Matsumoto Keiko asked with a smile.

"Amazing! It couldn't be better..."

"It's too exaggerated. How can..."

"It's true, because it's like a kiss."

Ning Weimin's words made Keiko Matsumoto tremble as well.

"You spit one too, I still want to see..."

"it is good……"

Thus, the tacit game begins.

A ring of smoke trembled from each other's mouths.

Ning Weimin was trapped, and Matsumoto Keiko was also trapped.

These smoke rings seem to pass the kiss of love to each other.

Kissed Ning Weimin's face, and also kissed Matsumoto Keiko's face.

They vomited and laughed at the same time, never tired of it, and they didn't know how many times they vomited.

It was Ning Weimin's turn again, but this time Qingzi said, "Don't spit it out."

Ning Weimin had no choice but to close his mouth, wait for the order, and let the smoke linger in his mouth.

"give it to me……"

After finishing speaking, Matsumoto Keiko closed her eyes, opened her lips slightly, and waited for Ning Weimin.

What this means is no longer a guess.

Ning Weimin didn't hesitate this time, his belief in love made him courageous and decisive to own it!

When the smoke dissipated, Matsumoto Keiko also went limp.

Lying in Ning Weimin's arms, she was like a seaweed growing on the bottom of the sea and hit by the current.

(End of this chapter)