tokyo soulful legend

Chapter 118 Don't Want To Go Home
Tokyo is still brightly lit after nightfall.

Under a bright light enough to illuminate the night, the outlines of high-rise buildings in the steel forest are outlined, and the bright advertising lights are mixed with the noisy human voices, and the bustling nightlife of the city is fully displayed at this moment undoubtedly.

Beichuan's house, in the living room.

Rinne Hoiwon, who was sitting on the couch, picked up the remote control of the TV and turned down the sound of the TV. Then she turned her eyebrows and looked at Eshima Myo. After thinking about her words, she opened her mouth to break the moment. Quietly, "How long did it take for Che to get home?"

"Say it." Ejima Miao turned her head, met Beiyuan Linyin's gaze, and replied softly, "The young master means that if it is fast, it will be around 10:30, and if it is slow, it may be [-] o'clock." , but no matter what, you will definitely be home before eleven o’clock.”

"Didn't he go to record the song? He said he would return after the recording was finished. How could it take so long?"

Beiyuan Linyin pursed her lips, looked away, and complained in a low voice.

She knew that even the most intimate couple should leave enough private space for each other.

But Zhi Gui knew that she just couldn't do it. She had been a little anxious since five o'clock in the afternoon.

Especially when Beichuan Che sent a message at 42:[-]: 'You may be late coming home, just eat by yourself. After hearing the news, her mood inevitably became even lower.

She is in charge today, and she has prepared many dishes that Che Bei Chuan likes to eat.

It’s just that plans never seem to keep up with changes.

Because of Kitagawa Teru's absence, she and Ejima Myochi were extremely silent at this dinner that she had spent so much effort on.

Even if the atmosphere between the two of them is not awkward, compared with the bustle of the past, it is always so deserted.

Take the half-joking and half-serious words Ejima Miao made during the meal. This is the best embodiment of how easy it is to go from frugality to luxury, and how difficult it is to go from luxury to frugality.

"Maybe there are some emergencies." Eshima Miao quickly explained for his young master, "For example... well, the condition is not good, there is a problem with the recording equipment, etc., the young master is not the kind of person who likes it. People who have nothing to do to hang out outside, so please don't worry, Ms. Lin Yin."

"I understand this, I just..."

Beiyuan Linyin hesitated to speak for a moment, then shook her head, and swallowed the words that came to her mouth.

"I just hope the young master comes home on time, right?"

Ejima Miao secretly glanced at Beiyuan Linyin, and at a glance she could see what the young lady of the Beiyuan family wanted to say.

"Yes."

Beiyuan Linyin nodded sullenly, she raised her eyebrows, and her eyes fell on the TV program in front of her.

Obviously, it was still the evening drama they usually watched, but for some reason, she suddenly lost the interest of the past, and felt that it was tasteless.

"Is there a feeling of nostalgia?" Ejima Miao sat closer to Beiyuan Linyin, "Uncle and aunt always have such a time when eating. Aunt made a table of good dishes. But before my uncle picked up the chopsticks, the phone rang.

"Yes, Auntie can understand that Uncle is busy with work, and she won't really complain, but there are still some small complaints in her eyes, right?"

At this point, Myuu Eshima paused, with more thought on his face, "If you want to say it in words, it probably means something like 'Is there anything we can't talk about after dinner?'. "

"Mom, she will usually say it." Beiyuan Linyin picked up the conversation and followed the tone of Beiyuan Risa's memory and said, "Can't you put the work aside for a while? That's what she usually said. .”

"Now, does Auntie still say that?"

Ejima Miao asked slightly curiously. She could guess that Risa Beiyuan would behave like this.

After all, the impression that Beiyuan Risa left on her at first was that of a woman who was different from Yamato Nadeshiko in the traditional sense, and a bit like a strong and powerful woman. Later, as the Beiyuan family's career gradually developed, this woman The strong female talent then fell silent and chose to be a master.

"No more." Beiyuan Linyin shook her head, "Such complaints only occurred when I was in elementary school. Now, except for private numbers, Dad will no longer receive calls during meals."

"Because uncle turned the phone on silent?"

Ejima Miao tilted her head, throwing out a possibility.

"No, because mom has already said hello to the club." Beiyuan Risa blinked, "If it's not a particularly urgent matter, don't call me during meal time."

Hearing this, Ejima Miao thought about the way Beiyuan Masahiro and Beiyuan Risa got along, and nodded thoughtfully.

The couple's relationship was basically the same as that of the late Beichuan couple. They were husband and wife, lovers, and like-minded friends.

After thinking about it, Beiyuan Linyin added this sentence, "The club, because there are quite a few uncles and aunts who fought together at the beginning, and my mother also has a lot of shares, and there are management positions in the club. ,so……"

Ejima Miao nodded in understanding, and at the same time secretly prayed for her young master from the bottom of her heart.

If this is going to happen in the future, my young master will probably have to face such a situation.

"But then again." Beiyuan Linyin's expression relaxed a little, "Miao, has Che told you about his future plans?"

"For that, no." Ejima Miao shook her head. In her impression, Kitagawa Che said "I want to make money" in a joking manner at most. Apart from that, he didn't say anything more Concrete plans.

"Is that so..."

Beiyuan Rinyin nodded thoughtfully and turned his attention to the TV screen again.

She was still absent-minded.

But as far as the current situation is concerned, the only option before her is to watch TV and wait.

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When I came out of the clinic, it was already [-]:[-] in the evening.

The night breeze was slightly cool, and Morishima Yuksa, who was sleeping soundly on Kitagawa Che's back, was much better than when she first arrived.

Walking to the side of the street, Bei Chuan Che lightly shook his shoulders, intending to wake the girl up, but what responded to him was not her waking murmur, but a nasal, somewhat dissatisfied "Hmm~" coquettish sound.

There was no other way, Kitagawa Che could only maintain this posture of carrying someone on his back and stand on the street, under the light of the city street lights, waiting for the night taxi to suddenly appear on the corner of the street.

In fact, he didn't wait too long. In less than 2 minutes, a taxi turning from an intersection not far away stopped in front of the two of them.

"The car is here, get in the car, and then I will take you home."

Kitagawa Che reminded Morishima Yuksa on his back, and then squatted down.

On the verge of half-dream and half-awake, Morishima Yukisa nodded, and consciously let go of Beichuan Che's neck, got off his body, and then got into the taxi with his support.

After the two sat firmly and the car door was closed, Bei Chuan Che first gave the driver an apologetic look of "wait a moment", then turned his head, looked at his head and unconsciously leaned on his shoulder Above, Morishima Yukisa who has entered a light sleep state.

He stretched out his hand and shook her shoulder lightly, and asked in a low voice, "Where is your house? I'll send you back."

After the words fell, Morishima Yukisha, who was half asleep, was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. Her originally relaxed expression suddenly turned ugly. She shook her head vigorously as if she was escaping from a nightmare, with a slightly cold voice. It was full of resistance, "Home? I don't want to go back to that cold place where I'm the only one."

At [-]:[-] on Tuesday night, Che Kitagawa, who was sitting in the back of the taxi, looked at Yuki Morishima who fell into a coma after saying this, and felt for the first time what a dilemma was.

The driver sitting in the front row raised his eyebrows and looked at Beichuan Che through the mirror inside the car.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, he still closed his mouth and chose to remain silent.

These things shouldn't be a driver for him to worry about.

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　　Thanks to the two teachers of 3520 and Dongmen Linyu for their monthly tickets. Your support is the driving force for my writing.

　　It’s only April, and the weather is mainly capricious. The weather is clear, the thunder is loud, it’s raining, it’s silent, and most importantly, it’s still hot.

　　
　
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