The man rescued from Kabukicho

As soon as Cilang saw Yijiyuan, the temperature quickly spread from the roots of his ears, staining his side face.

After all, he realized his feelings for Yijuin less than two hours ago.

And after that, the two big men kept kissing each other in a cuddling posture.

I can't count how many times I kissed.

The breeze blows across the vast grass field, and the winter sun is soft in the morning. Although the open-air bar is private, tourists can be seen, and there are cheers from the tennis court in the distance.

Under such broad daylight, but thinking about such a distracted scene, it is really...

Cilang didn't look at Yijiyuan, he only responded to Zhuwu's assistant and waved.

At first, he was a little unsure whether to walk over, but Zhuwu's assistant ran over after shouting.

Why are you in such a hurry?

Ci Lang asked, "Did you have something to do with me?"

"Where is it, I just happened to see Mochizuki-san you are here, so I called out to the dean," Assistant Takeya, who was full of smiles, answered quickly in a friendly tone.

Then, without waiting for Cilang to say anything, Assistant Takeya shifted his eyes to the person next to him, and asked very politely: "Isn't this Miss Xiyuansi, what's the matter?"

The woman called Miss Xiyuanji by the assistant of Takeya, has a good appearance, wears a famous brand, a diamond necklace shining around her neck, and sunglasses in her hair, full of the aura of a famous lady.

Only then did Cilang realize that this Miss Xiyuansi might have seen his room card and regarded him as a thief.

Thief.

Stealing is a crime.

Facing the young woman, Cirou, who was already nervous, wanted to explain himself, but before he could speak, the Miss Xiyuanji smiled softly, and responded to the assistant of Takeya: "It's nothing wrong, I just Talking to myself, I sighed that the weather is so good. I am very happy to be able to spend such a beautiful Christmas and winter in [Shiyanqu] founded by Yijuin and Chensang again.”

After she spoke, she completely ignored the others, and only stared at Yijiyuan who had just walked over.

Anyone can see the admiration in her eyes.

The handsome man and the beautiful woman are probably in the same family. Such a well-matched and harmonious picture makes Cilang not know how to deal with himself, so he can only look down on the ground.

There is no room for words, and no room for explanation.

Fortunately, at this time, a greeting came from the bar: "Sir, your iced tea."

Cilang walked to the bar in two steps as if he was saved, leaving the scene just now.

Light orange iced tea served in a hurricane glass with fancy straws, lime slices and small paper umbrellas for a holiday vibe.

He sat on the high stool, thanked the bartender, and suddenly felt heavy.

Over his shoulder, Yijuin unceremoniously returned the iced tea towards the bar, saying in English, "Change him to a non-alcoholic Berry Sunset."

The bartender endured the humiliation: "yesboss~"

Cilang could still understand such simple English, but he didn't understand that the iced tea he ordered was non-alcoholic.

"I ordered iced tea, not Long Island iced tea?" Cilang asked doubtfully.

Yijiin motioned Cilang to look at the prompt on the bar: "This place does not serve non-alcoholic beverages. If you order iced tea, it will be Long Island iced tea by default."

...So that's the case, Cilang understood.

Long Island Iced Tea often appears in movies and TV shows. It is a highly recognized cocktail. Many people go to a bar for the first time and order this blindly because they are embarrassed to communicate with the bar.

It is made from ingredients such as base wine, lemon juice and cola.So, it looks like a cup of iced tea (hence the name) and seems pretty innocuous when you drink it with a taste of cola overpowering the booze.

However, the base wine used to make it is a mixture of five spirits above 40%, so this glass of Long Island Iced Tea, which has a harmless name and taste, actually has a high alcohol content, and I don’t know how many people have passed out.

If Cilang is a woman, the bar counter will definitely confirm it again to avoid accidents.But Cirou is a mature man and a handsome man, he doesn't look like he has no drinking experience, and after ordering just now, Cirou fell into a situation that seemed to be accosted by a beautiful woman, so the bar did not confirm again.

The bartender delivered the mixed berry sunset to Cilang.

In the Colin glass, tropical orange and ruby ​​red are intertwined, and the sunset is like melting on the seashore. The rim of the glass is dotted with sliced ​​limes.

Ci Lang took a sip, and it was a mixture of several types of summer and autumn berries, such as fresh oranges and cranberries, which combined to create a fresh and sweet taste.

"It's delicious," Cilang praised the bartender.

The bartender smirked politely.

Noticing something strange, Cilang's eyes fell on the reminder on the bar counter, and then he remembered that this place does not serve non-alcoholic drinks, and Yijiyuan's ordering attitude is too natural, he didn't notice it just now.

He was about to apologize to the bartender, but the bartender hopped to the other side of the bar like a rabbit.

Jiro turned his head back abruptly, and saw Yijuin who had just looked away.

Yijiyuan said indifferently: "What?"

At this moment, Cilang, who used to be an employee of the company, understood the bartender very well. When the boss gave an order, no matter whether the employees thought it was reasonable or not, they could only agree and execute it. This is the suffering of social animals.

Cilang replied: "...nothing."

Yijiyuan suddenly counted: "One."

"What?"

Yijiyuan ignored Cilang's inquiry, and asked indifferently: "What did that woman say just now?"

That woman just now?

You mean Miss Xiyuanji?

By the way, why didn't Yijuin talk to that lady? Cirou turned his eyes around Yijuin and looked to the side and rear. He didn't see Miss Xiyuanji, nor did he see Assistant Takeya.

Yijiyuan tilted his upper body slightly: "Are you distracted again?"

It was too close, as if the earlobe was touched by Yijiyuan's breath, Cilang trembled almost undetectably, and looked up at Yijiyuan, and sure enough, he saw that this person still had the appearance of a high-cold elite.

Really.

Not intending to do useless work to argue with Yijiyuan, his thoughts returned to the question, Cilang chose to repeat the lady's words, and said calmly: "It means the weather is really nice."

Yijiyuan counted again: "Two."

Ci Lang suddenly felt bad: "What are you counting?"

Yijiyuan answered for him: "The number of times you lie."

How many times did you lie?

The puzzled Ci Lang was slightly taken aback, and then his earlobes turned red.

In the hot spring private courtyard just now, Yijiyuan said that lying is punishable.

And the punishment is...

Ci Lang subconsciously wanted to stop him, but he denied it like a child who dared not admit his mistakes: "I didn't,"

Yijiyuan interrupted him as a matter of course: "Three."

Lying on the top of the bookcase, the expressionless cat was proud that the dog couldn't reach him no matter how hard he jumped, and flicked his long tail to provoke the dog to jump up on purpose.

Subtle sourness, shameful joy, ignorance, intimacy...all mixed together, Cirou didn't know how to react, didn't know what to say, and didn't know what to do with Yijuin.

Jiro could only stare at Ijuin.

Such Jiro actually exerted influence on Yijuin.

Ijuin raised his finger and brushed Jirou's raised jaw lightly and quickly, without being seen by anyone.

The act of petting a dog!

"Woo, hello! Yijiin!" Cirou managed to hold back his uncontrollable sobs, all emotions disappeared, and angrily reprimanded, "I told you I'm not Shuntaro."

Yijiyuan deliberately said: "I did not call the wrong name."

Cirou glared at him.

this person!

"Jiro."

Ijuin called him that.

Cilang felt as if he had been cast with a holding spell.

That cold spring-like clear voice is widely evaluated as magnetic and ruthless, and obviously there is no soft tone, why does it sound so gentle.

Cirou seemed to have suddenly picked up his interest in that cup of Berry Sunset, and started to sip it. The non-alcoholic special cocktail seemed to possess dizzying magic power at this moment.

To his relief, someone came over to talk to Yijuin.

This middle-aged man was wearing a retro-style tweed suit. He looked very artistic, not like a business and political figure.

"Master Dean," the man of literature and art said with a playful smile, "I wish the Yiji Institute consortium a smoother journey. You can never go wrong with your bets. How about revealing some news to this humble subordinate?"

Yijiyuan said indifferently: "What are you talking about? I am just a peddler, and I really have nothing to do with the current commentary column of your newspaper."

It turned out to be a columnist, Cirou thought.

The man of literature and art is still enthusiastic, but his words are a bit spicy: "Don't be so indifferent, Mr. Moriyama, the old guy who looks forward and backward at critical moments, he played so beautifully this time: he expressed his support for our faction a few days ago Makoto Kishio's worries about running for the election laid the groundwork. The Mirei Kasuga incident continued to ferment, Makoto Kishio's reputation was damaged, and he waited patiently until this morning before announcing his candidacy on behalf of his faction in an effort to turn the tide—such a flawless operation, No matter how I look at it, it was all written by Yijiyuan Kazumi, who was the number one confidant under Moriyama back then!"

Yijiyuan became very official and polite: "You really know how to joke. Back then, as a young bureaucrat, I sat at my desk every day, doing my job like a screw. I did my best. I am ashamed of my teacher's cultivation. Handwriting and operation can be said."

Cilang heard the turbulent waves in his heart.

Unexpectedly, the man of literature and art did not continue to entangle, and said helplessly: "It seems that this kind of vulgar person is not in the eyes of the dean, so it won't just annoy you, but please remember, I am very delusional. , I can make friends with you one day."

After finishing speaking, the literary and artistic man suddenly put away his exaggerated performance and left in a hurry.

The amount of information was too much, and Cirou sorted out the thoughts of the inquiry.

Yijiyuan didn't leave time for Cilang, looked at his watch, and instructed: "Follow me."

It sounded like something important, Cilang stood up neatly, walked side by side with Yijuin, and asked, "Where are you going?"

Yijiyuan just took him to the fourth floor of the open-air bar. This floor is closest to the branches of the giant tree, full of greenery, and the booth is designed in a log style that conforms to the scenery, simple and comfortable.

On the log sofa, sat a kind and elegant middle-aged woman.

Cilang closed his eyes and then opened them again, confirming again and again that he did not admit his mistake.

She is the picture book master Hanada Kiyoshi.

Want to sign!Cilang regretted that he didn't bring his account book with him when he went out.

Yijiyuan said politely: "Long time no see, Master Hua Tianqing. Just now I heard from the management that you will come here every year. I am very grateful. On behalf of the Yijiyuan consortium, please allow me to thank you for your great love for [Shiyanqu]."

Master Hua Tianqing said with a smile: "The chairman of Yijiyuan is too polite. It's because [Shiyan Qu] is so beautiful that I can't help but visit again and again."

"Thank you," Yijiyuan said politely, and then introduced her, "This is my friend, Mochizuki Jirou-kun, who has been your loyal reader since childhood."