I have ten trillion licking dog gold

After visiting the palace, the three of them had a meal together. With Yan Guangyi here, it was naturally impossible for what happened last night to happen.

As this Jiuding executive said, in Japanese society, the higher up people are, the friendlier they are, including in the service industry.

The same store is open, but the attitude of this high-end Italian restaurant is completely different.

To express his gratitude, Jiang Chen forced the purchase.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Yan. Let's take a walk around the area so we won't waste Mr. Yan's time."

"Okay, if anything happens to Mr. Jiang, please call him at any time."

After shaking hands, Yan Guangyi left.

Jiang Chen and his Taoist sister took a walk after dinner.

"Does the woman you saw in the Japanese Imperial Palace look familiar to you?"

Not only himself, Boss Jiang was sure that his sister also saw the woman walking out of the inner garden in the palace garden.

"Is she from Japan?"

Duanmu Liuli asked instead without answering.

Jiang Chen was silent for a moment.

Also.

Although she had "met" him, it was in Kyoto, not Tokyo. In addition, he spoke Chinese fluently, which might lead to her not knowing the other person's alien identity.

"If you are talking about Riki Fujiwara whom you met in Kyoto, she is indeed from Japan."

Jiang Chen replied, using very strange words.

Duanmu Liuli looked at him.

Looking at each other, Jiang Chen said: "Don't you feel that the dressing style of that woman just now is different from that of Fujiwara Reiki?"

Duanmu Liuli frowned. She was simple, but not stupid. She roughly understood it.

"They are not the same person?"

Boss Jiang sighed and said in a profound tone as he walked forward, "I don't know."

There are no two identical leaves in the world.

Could there be two identical people?

Walking on foot, catching up with the end of dusk, the two passed by Hibiya Park, with towering ginkgo trees on both sides.

Then there is the famous Jimbocho Ancient Bookstore Street. I don’t know if I came at the wrong time, or if traditional bookstores have been eliminated by the times. Compared to Tokyo, which is crowded with people, this place is extremely deserted, and there is no trace of the world’s largest bookstore. There are only a few bookstores operating normally as a bookstore street should have.

However, through the bookstore window, you can still feel the rich cultural atmosphere and the tranquility of being isolated from the world.

"Would you like to buy some books and read them back? Watching movies all the time is not good for the soul."

Just a horror movie.

The key point is that when the hotel TV in Japan is turned on, there is no guarantee that it will be a passionate love action movie. Even Boss Jiang himself can't handle it, let alone Sister Dao.

While they were talking, the two of them passed by an extremely old store. Many books displayed in it were vaguely related to Chinese culture.

At any time, one cannot generalize.

As Yan Guangyi said, shop owners like last night cannot represent everyone in Japan.

As an intellectual, Boss Jiang is quite interested in places like bookstores. Even if Taoist sister ignores him, he plans to go in and take a look.

"Ding ding ding..."

A string of wind chimes hangs on the door of the bookstore. As the door is opened, it makes a crisp and ethereal sound, which cleanses people's hearts.

In front of the counter was an octogenarian old man, wearing a pair of reading glasses. He was probably the owner of this ancient bookstore. Jiang Chen and his Taoist sister rushed in, nodding and smiling, kindly and kindly.

The old man didn't bother to come over to say hello and allowed the two of them to visit freely.

In addition to books, this bookstore also sells ukiyo-e paintings, some of which are hung on the walls, with a wide range of themes, including folklore, historical anecdotes, opera scenes and illustrations of classical masterpieces, full of Japanese folk customs.

"Pick a few."

The current bookstore is indeed bleak. In such a big store, apart from Jiang Chen and the other two, there are only a few customers.

Time is so ruthless. When something is eliminated, without even saying hello, it may not be long before traditional bookstores like this will completely disappear in the long river of time. Jiang Chen couldn't help but think of when he was a kid, because he had no money, he and Fang Qing would often go to the bookstore to read books on weekends. Fang Qing was like a tomboy at that time, and especially loved reading detective novels, such as "The Adventure Little Tigers". The two of them sat under the bookcase. , you can stay there all afternoon.

of course.

Bookstore clerks often evict children like them and do not allow free reading. If they are evicted, they will move to another bookstore.

Jiang Chen couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and suddenly wanted to take a photo of Fang Qing and send it to Fang Qing, but in the end he held back.

Now that he is a barrister, how can he still be interested in reminiscing about the embarrassing things in his childhood?

"Ding ding ding..."

The pleasant sound of wind chimes sounded.

Another guest came in.

Although this era is becoming increasingly impetuous, there are still some people who are unique and unique.

"Teacher Xiangda, the book you asked for last time has arrived."

"Thank you."

Then there was the sound of conversation between the bookstore owner and the visitors.

Obviously, unlike passers-by, those who came in this time were regular customers of the bookstore.

Even though he didn't understand it, the sound in the quiet environment still made Jiang Chen's eyes move slightly as he was wandering around the store.

"Teacher Koda, are there any other books you need?"

"I'll see for myself, no need to trouble you."

"Teacher Koda, please."

Jiang Chen looked past the bookshelf and towards the counter. After talking to the shop owner, an urban beauty was left with only half of her face in profile. She was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, her cheeks were white and jade-like, her neck was long and slender, and her white shirt was clean and spotless. , the tie at the neckline adds a playful girlish charm, and the waist-to-body proportions seem to be carefully constructed and perfect.

She walked towards the rows of bookshelves

Jiang Chen remained calm and continued to wander around the store with his Taoist sister.

Because there are not many customers, the bookstore is very quiet, and the few customers are quietly choosing their favorite books.

Jiang Chen took out a copy of "Disqualification in the World" from the bookshelf.

If you can read this book carefully, you should be less likely to be traumatized by this world again.

A row of bookshelves.

Two rows of bookshelves.

……

at last.

the world is huge.

But this old bookstore is much smaller.

The two men and women who met by chance collided head-on, neither a step too early nor a step too late.

Both sides stopped at the same time.

Behind those gold-rimmed glasses, those captivating eyes seemed to be stagnant, and then seemed to be blown by the wind, with ripples of light surging.

Jiang Chen pursed his lips, and then smiled slightly.

"Teacher Xiangtian, long time no see."

The intellectual and dignified beauty stared at the young man who suddenly appeared in the Tokyo bookstore. After a brief silence, there was a "poof", and the face that could not hide its lustrous color no matter how she dressed up bloomed in vain with a dazzling arc.

The afterglow outside the bookstore filtered through the window, giving it a movie-like tone.

The whole world seemed to have stopped.

"I said, we will definitely meet again." (End of Chapter)