Immediately on the wall

When Zhao Chenzhi heard that he told him to let go, he smiled and asked, "Have you ever been to the negotiating table?"

Wu Yue shook his head and bit his lips tighter.

"I've done it before." Zhao Chenzhi said, "Do you know the negotiation process? First, each proposes conditions, then each makes concessions, and finally compromises and reaches an agreement. In any case, don't show your cards. If you ask me, then I will There are conditions."

"Stop it...it's really..." Wu Yue grabbed his restless hand through the cloth, his face flushed.

"My condition is to let me kiss you." Zhao Chenzhi said.

"Tsk!" Wu Yue knew that the other party was difficult to deal with, and he would not give up until he reached his goal. The best way to deal with it was to satisfy him from the beginning, so he moved his forehead closer.

Zhao Chenzhi shook his head, hooking his fingers to signal him to lower himself.Wu Yue lowered himself a bit, Zhao Chenzhi stood up straight in the water, supported his cheek with one hand, and offered a very deep and long kiss under the melting moonlight.

Wu Yue knew that his heart was beating, and then his thinking stopped. He had to concentrate on the entangled lips, so that he turned a deaf ear to everything in the outside world.

In just a few seconds, he suddenly felt emotional, as if a smoldering flame rose from the water and passed silently along Zhao Chen's path. It was unstoppable, burning his head full of ashes, and the sky was full of ashes. Come on, the rocky ancient pond below me is no longer visible, and I don’t even know where I am.

He didn't even realize that Zhao Chenzhi's other hand was still in his bathrobe, and the kneading was not in the right place.

He lowered his head, his slightly long forehead hair covered his eyes, and suddenly stretched out his hand to hook Zhao Chenzhi's neck.The latter realized it, so he withdrew the tip of his tongue and bit his lower lip gently.

"Why... why did you bite me?" Wu Yue gasped in a low voice.

"I'm worried that you will suddenly jump down and your clothes will be ruined." Zhao Chenzhi said with a smile.

"Come again?" Wu Yue looked at him cheerfully.

"Forget it." Zhao Chenzhi smiled, "The probe at the door is good. I lied just now. Maybe my Japanese friend is watching in the monitoring room."

Wu Yue was stunned, and the smoldering fire suddenly turned into an open fire, burning his face with a "boom", and he said: "You you you...you you...you are so good!"

He broke free and wanted to leave, Zhao Chenzhi hurriedly stopped and said with a smile: "I'm still lying to you. There is no hotel surveillance probe in the world that is aimed at the bathhouse. The probe has a semi-circular shell that you can't see clearly. In fact, the camera inside is facing the hot spring. The hedge on the side of the pool is of course not to guard against thieves, but to guard against wild boars, monkeys and so on."

"Get lost!" Wu Yue roared.

"Okay, I'll go away." Zhao Chenzhi pulled the corner of his bathrobe, "Don't go!"

Wu Yue bit his lip for a long time again, almost tormented to bleed there, then sat down again in resentment, and stretched his feet into the hot spring pool.

Zhao Chenzhi said: "Let's chat. I also have to restrain myself from making more memorable actions, so as not to buy this mountain in the future."

Wu Yue asked: "Why buy a mountain?"

Zhao Chenzhi said: "To buy memories. They are sold in bundles. If you want to buy this pond, you have to buy a hotel, and if you want to buy a hotel, you have to buy a mountain."

"Stop being a monster." Wu Yue said coldly.

Zhao Chenzhi leaned back against the rock again, and continued the topic just now: "How did you, Hao and Sun know each other?"

"It's not me, it's my mother." Wu Yue lowered his head, fiddling with the zipper button on the down jacket with both hands.

"Hao Jiangbei's mother's surname is Zhou, and Sun Jiangdong's mother's surname is Li. Both of them belong to the ballet company like my mother, but they are not the main actors. Backup dancer. Back then, the literary and art circles were in a bad situation, and ballet was too out of touch. There was no place to perform, no salary was paid, and everyone was full of complaints. Coupled with the booming market economy outside, the two aunts Zhou and Li simply resigned and went to sea. gone."

Zhao Chenzhi asked, "What about your mother?"

"My mother has a special allowance." Wu Yue said, "But her good times didn't last long. She suddenly fell ill at the age of 25."

"And then?" Zhao Chenzhi asked.

Wu Yue sighed, and said in a shy voice: "Then I sighed, my mother, a person who is so star-studded, really fell into trouble and got sick, but it was two people who didn't look up to her before who came to rescue her—Aunt Zhou. , Aunt Li."

"Then my mother died, and the two of them took care of the funeral. Although the funeral was simple, they helped my mother choose a good cemetery. At that time, the Yongning Mountain Cemetery had just been developed, and few people knew about it. Hao Jiangbei's father It was transferred there by accident, and it was bought for a very small amount of money. Now that I want to settle down in Yongning Mountain, the price has increased by dozens of times."

"Your mother has no relatives?" Zhao Chenzhi asked.

Wu Yue shook his head: "No. My mother is indeed suspected of being a confidante. Her fate was very rough. She didn't even know who her parents were. She was adopted in the early years. When her adoptive parents adopted her, she was very old. She passed away one after another at the age of 20. The only luck is that my adoptive grandmother had a younger sister. Although she was almost [-] years old, she could still be my guardian to prevent me from being sent to an orphanage according to the policy. It’s easy to handle. My adoptive aunt was unable to take care of me herself, but she lived strong until I was sixteen or seventeen and almost became an adult, so it can be said that she is growing old and strong.”

Zhao Chenzhi nodded: "So you grew up in the Haosun family in turn."

"I stayed at Jiangbei's house for a long time," Wu Yue said, "Jiangdong's mother was cheated out of a large sum of money once, which made it difficult for several years, and the house had to be sold to pay off the debt. I am embarrassed to help Let me add a pair of chopsticks."

Zhao Chenzhi asked again: "Which university did you graduate from?"

"985." Wu Yue said.

Seeing that Zhao Chenzhi didn't respond, he shrugged: "Of course it's fake. I didn't have the extravagant hope of going to college at the time. After graduating from junior high school, I went to a vocational high school. Later, by chance, I was admitted to a junior college class, but I couldn't change my major. I was still in tourism management."

He smiled slightly: "Mr. Zhao, so I am a waiter with a professional background, and I am an expert!"

Zhao Chenzhi also smiled: "It's not in vain that I love you."

The two chatted softly, and gradually the night got darker and the wind was howling. Although Wu Yue was not cold, he was sleepy, and his upper and lower eyelids could not stop fighting.

Zhao Chenzhi patted his leg and said, "Go back, there is still work to do tomorrow."

Wu Yue nodded dimly, pulled out his feet from the hot spring water and dried them indiscriminately, put on his shoes and socks, and went to the locker room to wait for Zhao Chenzhi.

Not long after, Zhao Chenzhi also came out in a bathrobe, hugged him and said, "Let's go."

Wu Yue followed obediently, Zhao Chenzhi said lightly: "Tomorrow Hatoyama will take us to the shrine."

Wu Yue yawned: "...well, which shrine?"

"Fushimi Inari Shrine, go to see the Senbon Torii. If you have any wish, think about it now, and pray to the gods tomorrow."

Wu Yue finally opened his eyes a little: "Do you wish..."

Zhao Chenzhi clasped his hands together, clapped them apart twice and closed them again: "I seem to be looking for a marriage."

Wu Yue sneered and walked a few steps quickly.

Zhao Chenzhi raised his head on the mountain path, looking at the moon: "You mentioned poetry just now, and I suddenly thought of a passage."

Wu Yue asked casually: "What?"

Zhao Chenzhi hooked his hand: "Come here with your ears."

Wu Yue was worried that the other party would be cheating again, so he stood still, Zhao Chenzhi leaned over and whispered: "Kissing the night and the passing days, and whispering in his ear: I am death, and I am your mother. I will give you a new gift." s life."

Wu Yue was stunned, Zhao Chenzhi kissed him, bit him, then let go and left.

Wu Yue waited for nearly 2 minutes before catching up with his lips, blushing and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Guess?" Zhao Chenzhi stepped into his guest room and closed the paper door in front of him.

Wu Yue still covered his mouth, turned around like a log and walked towards his room.

In the room, Mark was sleeping soundly, with loud snoring one after another, Wu Yue couldn't help him, so he had to move the quilt to the corner to sleep.Fortunately, Mark woke up very early due to his biological clock, and went for a walk on the mountain just after five o'clock. Wu Yue took advantage of this quiet time and fell asleep before the moon was gone and the stars were thinning.

They did go to the shrine the next day, but they went so late that it was difficult to take care of other attractions.Anyway, they didn't come to Japan to play, but to eat, so they went to a well-known sushi restaurant at night to fight teeth.

After eating this restaurant, they suddenly realized why Hatoyama is so popular in China and stands on the top of the culinary pyramid, because in his so-called "authentic" Japanese cuisine, there are at least 30% compromises - he made Things have been improved and deliberately adjusted to suit Chinese tastes. For example, he did not know how many times he tried secretly to reduce the acidity of sushi rice.

Hatoyama is a scheming prince.

They didn't stay at a hot spring hotel that day, but stayed at a modern hotel near Kiyomizu Temple, where they fought Landlords in the middle of the night.

Because they were always concerned about domestic affairs, the group's trip to Japan ended in a hurry.

Finally, after three months of intensive work, the refurbishment of the small roof of the commercial plaza is about to be completed. The main building of the Japanese restaurant, including the Japanese garden outside, presents a solemn, cool and tranquil aesthetic.

It is said that the garden designer was inspired by Xifang Temple, an ancient temple in Kyoto, also known as "Moss Temple".The temple is covered with moss and winding paths lead to secluded places. If tourists are not very patient, willing to wait for time, and are not afraid of the trouble of the appointment process, they may not even have the opportunity to visit.

Of course, there is no condition to grow moss on the roof of the commercial plaza.

At the end of the decoration, the two big designers and assistants from Kyoto went back.

Hatoyama was not afraid of the harmful gas left by the decoration, he ran to the restaurant as soon as he opened his eyes in the morning, and stayed up until midnight before going back to the hotel to sleep.He carefully considered every corner and every display inside and outside the restaurant, and suddenly he suggested that there should be a mural on a certain wall, otherwise it would look too empty and deserted.Although blank space is also an art, not every customer can understand this art.

Zhao Chenzhi felt that since the designer was not around, no one was in charge, so he could do whatever he wanted, so he asked him to do it himself.

Hatoyama just wanted to spend a lot of money to invite someone from Japan, but Ouyang recommended himself with a certain artist, saying that the talent is [-] times tall, and he can learn what he looks like. Not to mention the murals of Japanese restaurants, even the murals of Mogao Grottoes can be painted well. pretty close.

Everyone hurried to see the artist, and found that he was quite handsome, but as long as Ouyang was present, he seemed submissive, timid and unlucky.Sometimes when Ouyang spoke suddenly, he was so frightened that he even dropped his paintbrush.

Wu Yue asked Ouyang behind his back: "What is the origin of this artist?"

Ouyang asked back: "You don't remember him?"