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"Sister Liuli! Sister Liuli! Get up, the sun is shining on your butt!"

Just after eight o'clock.

The door was slammed loudly.

Wu Sheng clapped and shouted, as if all children were like this, always unable to get up when going to school, but once they rested their energy was instantly full.

Seeing no response, Wu Sheng tentatively scratched the door, and it actually opened.

I saw Duanmu Liuli tidying up the bed, and it seemed that she had just been woken up.

You know, she is extremely self-disciplined. Not to mention getting up at the crack of dawn, at least in Wu Sheng's opinion, her biological clock is basically set at 7 o'clock in the morning. Could it be that she is suffering from jet lag?
That's not right.

Why do I need to adjust to the time difference when I come here from China to live a simple life?
"Sister Liuli, as a girl you should lock the door when you go to bed. Otherwise if you run into some flower thief, then..."

The Martial Saint stopped talking halfway through.

It's shallow.

One-sided.

What's the rank of his sister Liuli?
I'm only afraid of someone who can battle with my elder sister, so why should I be afraid of a flower thief?
If anyone really has the courage to do this, even if he can enter this room, he will probably never be able to get out.

"Did Sister Liuli suffer from insomnia last night?"

He changed the subject and asked with concern.

"No, I'm watching TV."

Duanmu Liuli tidied the bed and stood up. When her eyes fell on Wu Sheng, she paused but said nothing.

television?

Wu Sheng looked around and soon found the tablet computer on the floor. The screen was on, and a red light was on where the battery was, showing a playback image.

And it turned out to be...

Crayon Shin-chan!

The Martial Saint opened his mouth, and then couldn't help laughing.

"Sister Liuli, how many episodes have you watched? You didn't watch it all night, did you? Is it good?"

Sister Liuli is really good at listening to the opinions of the masses... But soon, the handsome face of the young Martial Saint froze, and the song he sang last night began to play in his ears.

Elephant~Elephant~Why is your nose so long~

His heart was tense, and he observed Sister Liuli's reaction nervously and carefully...

Fortunately.

everything is normal.

Maybe you haven’t seen the clip where Nohara Shinnosuke dances yet?

"I'm going to stop Brother Jiang Chen first, to prevent him from running away."

After saying that, Wu Sheng hurriedly retreated, slipped out of the house, closed the door, stroked his chest, and slowly let out a breath.

He found that Sister Liuli’s “desire for knowledge” was really strong.

It seems I can't talk nonsense anymore.

Turning his head to look in the direction of Jiang Chen's room, Wu Sheng looked embarrassed again. The reason why he came to Duanmu Liuli first was because he was worried that he would be scolded if he went there alone because of what happened last night...

harm.

Being scolded is at least better than being beaten.

Although Brother Jiang Chen would also take action, at least he knew the severity of the problem. But it was different with Sister Liuli. He had personally seen with his own eyes how Sister Liuli kindly lifted a landscape stone pier that had fallen over for unknown reasons back to its original place in the community of Chunqiu Huafu.

As for the specific weight.

It's not important anymore.

Anyway, since then, Wu Sheng officially changed the way he addressed her from Sister Taoist Nun to Sister Liuli, and he was full of respect for this junior sister from the bottom of his heart.

"Brother Jiang Chen, Brother Jiang Chen..."

After weighing the pros and cons, Wu Sheng came to the room where he had eavesdropped for half a day last night and knocked on the door.

Of course he knew the main purpose of this trip to Japan.

That's why he got up early today and dressed up elegantly.

After a long time, no one answered, which alarmed the servants.

"The master is in the garden."

"Oh, thanks."

National hatred and family hatred are national hatred and family hatred, but we cannot lose our own qualities. The Martial Saint straightened his collar, displayed the demeanor of the Celestial Empire in front of the Japanese devils, turned around, and walked outside.

"Brother Jiang Chen."

Boss Jiang indeed did not abandon the two of them, and was actually having breakfast tea leisurely in the garden.

"Up so early?"

With Jiang Chen's open mind, he would not dwell on what happened last night. However, when he saw the Martial Saint approaching, his gaze froze for a moment, just like Duanmu Liuli's reaction, and then he could not hold it back any longer.

"Where did you get your clothes?"

It was obvious that the Martial Saint was actually wearing a proper suit, but it was a few sizes too small. His brand new leather shoes could reflect the surrounding scenery, and his hair was gelled and combed into an adult style.

"I asked Shotaro to do it for me."

Jiang Chen was speechless.

I mean, this kid clearly didn't bring this set of equipment.

This is the manifestation of a flexible mind.

It is not easy for ordinary people to put together such a well-fitting outfit in one night.

"When do we leave?"

The servant brought a chair with great foresight.

Wu Sheng sat down and asked.

"Where?"

Jiang Chen calmly drank a sip of spring tea.

Wu Sheng was stunned, "Aren't you going to attend a funeral?"

"Did I say I'd take you there?"

Funeral.

It's not a happy event.

There is no need to join in the fun.

"Brother, if you don't take me with you, then I've dressed up for nothing, right?"

Wu Sheng said hurriedly.

Jiang Chen suppressed his laughter and asked, "Did I ask you to dress up?"

Wu Sheng curled his lips and grabbed the snacks on the table, "I'll just follow you anyway."

"I'm not going today."

Unlike the funerals of ordinary people, the funeral of the head of the Fujiwara family has a process. On the first day, relatives and large branches come to pay their respects, and on the second day, foreign guests from all over the world come to pay their respects.

"Whether you go or not, I'll follow you anyway."

"Where's your sister Liuli?"

"I just called her."

"Is there anywhere you want to go?"

"Ok?"

"I'll take you for a walk."

Wu Sheng stroked his "big back hair" and thought deeply, "Then I have to think about it, how about going to Mount Fuji?"

"Your sister Liuli and I have already been there."

"Then ask Sister Liuli for her opinion later."

While waiting, Wu Sheng couldn't help but think of last night.

Sister Liuli didn’t sleep well. In fact, he didn’t sleep well last night either. The only difference was that Sister Liuli was watching cartoons, while he was dreaming about a phantom that kept appearing and circling around. Even if he woke up, it would appear again when he closed his eyes.

"Brother, the woman in your room last night was really not an actress, right?"

Still couldn't hold it back.

Jiang Chen, who was eating, was caught off guard and almost choked, his pupils dilated slightly.

"What did you say?"

"hehe."

Wu Sheng smiled awkwardly and began to talk to himself, "If an actress can reach this level, it is really beyond belief."

This kid.

How could they actually make the woman who might be the most powerful woman in Japan in the future a people’s artist?

It really opens up my mind!
"Look over there, what's that?"

Wu Sheng looked at it in confusion, "A tree."

"So do you want to be planted there and become part of the wabi-sabi elements?"

The Martial Saint was stunned.

At this time, Duanmu Liuli came out.

Jiang Chen stopped talking and said to Duanmu Liuli, "Eat something."

Even though I was eavesdropped on many times, after all, she is my dear Taoist sister.

When he came down from the mountain and entered the world, he had no relatives. The only sister he had was quite unreliable, so she was dependent on him for life.

"Have it!"

Wu Sheng suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "I know where to go."

"Sister Liuli, we will go to Kasukabe, Nohara Shinnosuke's house later."

"Who is Nohara Shinnosuke?" Jiang Chen was curious. He felt that the name sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

"Crayon Shin-chan! Brother Jiang Chen, don't tell me that you have no childhood like Sister Liuli!"

Jiang Chen suddenly realized.

This is the generation gap.

At that time, they didn't know how to use their full names.

"Do you know Crayon Shin-chan?"

Jiang Chen asked Duanmu Liuli in surprise.

Remember there is no TV in the mountains.

"I asked Sister Liuli to look at it. Brother Jiangchen, let's go to Kasugabe."

Jiang Chen naturally would not have any objection.

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after all.

Who would refuse to take a trip back to their childhood?

It takes just over an hour to reach Kasukabe from Tokyo.

Including the time of departure, when Jiang Chen and the other two appeared on the streets of Kasukabe, it was actually the beginning of a beautiful day.

There is no need to look for it deliberately, every corner of Kasukabe is filled with Shin-chan elements, and even the buses on the street have posters of Shin-chan.

correct.

To be more precise, it was Nohara Shinnosuke.

"You're back!"

When he reached Kasukabe, Wusheng shouted into the air.

Duanmu Liuli glanced at him.

Jiang Chen smiled knowingly.

"Brother Jiang Chen, Sister Liuli, look, Xiaobai."

Kasukabe is very small, so small that every scene seems so familiar. Wandering aimlessly on the street, the three of them accidentally saw a little white dog being taken out for a walk by its hostess, and Hiroshi who was wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase and going to work.

"Sister Liuli, look at that apartment building, does it look familiar?"

When the animation came into reality, Wu Sheng was extremely excited. Although he was dressed like an adult, he looked more like a child than ever before.

Jiang Chen looked at the high-end apartment, feeling familiar yet unfamiliar.

"Kazama, come out and play!"

The Martial Saint shouted.

Jiang Chen smiled.

Duanmu Liuli had never shown such curiosity about any place. She looked around. Perhaps because the animation and the real scene were highly overlapped, she felt uncomfortable instinctively. After all, it was different from Jiang Chen or even the Martial Saint. She had just watched it last night and her memory was still fresh and clear, so the shock might be even stronger.

Wu Sheng took out his mobile phone, turned into a professional photographer, and took pictures all the way.

Across the street, Meiya, who was pushing a stroller with Xiaokui, was walking towards them. Jiang Chen felt a little regretful for no reason.

I thought of Fang Qing.

I forgot to bring Princess Qing here last time.

They just ran into "Meisha", and then the three of them saw a large shopping mall, which was Sato Kyukado where Meiya often came to grab big sales in the animation.

"What does it say?"

Jiang Chen looked at the notice posted at the entrance of the mall.

“This place will be closed permanently at the end of the month.”

Wu Sheng's tone was filled with regret.

It would be useful to bring this kid along.

At least this guy studied in an international school for a while, and he can act as a passable translator.

"Go in and take a look."

Jiang Chen took the lead.

After all, reality is not animation. The shopping malls that often hold big sales in animation seem to have finally reached the day of closing.

"Why is it closing? This place is so famous."

Children are still children after all.

Even though I don’t know when the next time will be, or whether there will be another chance, I still hope that certain things are safe and sound where I can’t see.

Or maybe it's not just the kids.

"This mall is old. Calculating its age, like Shin-chan, it is over 30 years old."

"Brother, you are talking nonsense. Nohara Shinnosuke will always be five years old and will never grow up."

Although he had everything he needed, he still bought some things, all of which were Shin-chan's favorite snacks, such as chocolate biscuits in green bottles. This was also a way of contributing to this mall that was destined to close.

When leaving, Jiang Chen also took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the sign of Sato Kyuujido. He originally wanted to send it to Fang Qing to share it, but reason prevailed over emotion.

Forget it.

So as not to be scolded.

The snacks bought by Sato Kyujido served as lunch. After wandering around Kasukabe, they finally found their hard work and followed a kid wearing a red shirt on a bicycle. They actually found Shin-chan's home, which seemed to be copied one-to-one from the animation, with Nohara's logo hanging on the door.

"Brother, take a picture for me."

The Martial Saint stood at the door of someone's house, ordering Jiang Chen around.

Boss Jiang did as he was told.

After taking the selfie, Wu Sheng was still not satisfied, so he randomly pulled a passing child, chattered a lot, gestured, and tempted him with snacks, and finally persuaded the child to take a photo of the three of them.

"Brother Jiang Chen, Sister Liuli, come quickly."

Jiang Chen did not spoil the fun.

Duanmu Liuli did not refuse either.

"Click."

The strange combination is forever frozen in one picture.

The one in the middle is dressed as the Martial Saint, with his teeth bared.

Boss Jiang on the right has a slight arc.

Duanmu Liuli on the left was still serious, but a breeze happened to pass by when the shutter was pressed, blowing her long hair.

"It's best not to post on Moments so your friends don't see it. They might think you're childish and it will affect your image."

When leaving Kasukabe, Wu Sheng kept fiddling with his phone, and Jiang Chen teased him when he saw this.

"No, Jiang Chen, you are already so old, don't you still like Crayon Shin-chan?"

Jiang Chen was speechless for a moment.

"Brother, don't be embarrassed. I understand you. Maybe if I grow up, I will also want to go back to being a child."

Jiang Chen was distracted, and then smiled silently.

"Are you willing to admit that you are a child?"

"I'm not a child, they are."

Three or four o'clock in the afternoon.

The primary school students have finished school and are happily chasing each other on their bicycles in the street.

"Sister Liuli, how does it feel to be a child for a day?"

Wu Sheng turned his head and asked.

"Ding dong..."

The message sounded.

Duanmu Liuli took out her cell phone and found a photo inside, which was the photo taken in front of Xiaoxin's house just now.

Jiang Chen also received it.

"This is a photo taken by a kid, so don't be too demanding, just bear with it."

The Way of the Martial Saint.

“Did you send it to a group?”

Jiang Chen put down his phone.

"No, I only sent the others to my sister. Brother Jiang Chen, you surprised me. You and Sister Liuli are in the same frame, but there is no cow dung feeling..."

After saying this, Wu Sheng ran away without looking back, and his leather shoes did not even affect his speed.

"Stop!"

Jiang Chen shouted.

Of course, the Martial Saint is not that stupid.

This time, Boss Jiang did not continue to show his magnanimity. As if he had suffered an unbearable insult, he chased after him regardless of his status.

Only Duanmu Liuli was left standing there, at a loss as to what to do. She looked at the two men, big and small, chasing and gradually running away in front of her. After hesitating for a moment, she actually let go.

"Brother Jiang Chen, I was wrong! Don't chase me anymore, or I will sue my sister..."

Above Kasukabe, the sound of the Martial Saint's grunting cries echoed in the air, followed by someone's roar.

"Do you really think I'm afraid of your sister? If your sister comes, I'll fight her too!"

Children are innocent and playful, and they speak without restraint.

Forgive someone.

After all, it's not easy to be a child for a day.

Duanmu Liuli, who was following not far behind, quickened his pace for a moment, looked at the back of the head of someone running in front of him, and then slowed down again.

People who practice martial arts are good. They can become deaf whenever they want. (End of this chapter)