Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Chen Ziran was lying on the bed, staring at his mobile phone - the other side was still reminded that the other party's phone had been turned off...

He frowned - why did he turn off his phone?

Chen Ziran tossed and turned, her brows did not relax until she fell asleep.

He had a dream, and in the dream he saw the person he wanted to see the most——Qing Huan. In a white snow field, he was almost integrated with the surroundings, and he walked forward step by step. He didn't know where he was going, but his eyes were tightly closed, the eyelids were slightly red and swollen, and a string of tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes... This is a symptom of snow blindness...

In the vast snow field, I can't see anyone except Qing Huan... Qing Huan is still walking forward firmly, even though he stumbles and falls down several times, he gets up by himself... He can't see the front, only Knowing how to move forward... Chen Ziran clearly saw the snow-covered cliff in front of him, and Qing Huan was walking towards the cliff step by step... At the last step, one of his feet suddenly stepped on the ground, and his whole body moved forward. dump...

Chen Ziran woke up suddenly, he couldn't sleep anymore, he tried to dial Qing Huan again, but the phone was still turned off.

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In the morning, Boya Wenbao opened the door. The little apprentice Xiao Zhou yawned and carried the copper bell to the door to hang it, but he was shocked when he saw a person sitting at the door——

"Are you... a guest?"

Chen Ziran stood up and looked at Xiaozhou: "I'm looking for Bai Qinghuan."

"Mister Xiao?" Xiao Zhou blinked: "But Mr. Xiao is not here, he is going to..."

"Xiaozhou." Accompanied by an old and steady voice, Zhou Yubao slowly walked out from inside.

"Master." Xiao Zhou respectfully.

Zhou Yubao sized Chen Ziran up and asked, "Who are you? What do you want from him?"

"I'm his classmate. As for what to do with him, that's my business."

"Then I can't tell you." Zhou Yubao turned to Xiaozhou and said, "What are you doing standing there? What should you do?"

"Oh." Xiao Zhou hurriedly tiptoed to hang the copper bell on the door.

Zhou Yubao turned around and returned to the store, and Chen Ziran followed him in.

"If the guests are here to discuss business, Mr. Zhou welcomes them very much, but if they are other guests, please go out." Zhou Yubao said very coldly.

Chen Ziran walked in front of him, exhaled, and said in a more sincere tone, "I hope you can tell me where Qing Huan is. He may be in danger, and I must find him."

Zhou Yubao's expression changed when he heard "dangerous", "What did you say? How did you know he was in danger?"

Chen Ziran recounted his dream, "...Maybe you think it's absurd, but I'm still worried about his safety, I hope you can tell me his whereabouts."

It stands to reason that Zhou Yubao would not believe this kind of dream, but when it comes to Qing Huan, and Qing Huan has gone to Japan now, and only saw the weather forecast of heavy snow in Japan yesterday, this association, Zhou Yubao also I'm worried--

"Okay, let me tell you, Mr. Xiao has gone to Japan."

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Gu Yuehua booked a suite, and he and Qing Huan shared a bedroom.Their room was on more than [-] floors. Looking down from the floor-to-ceiling windows, they could see the night view of the city-all big cities are almost similar, with feasting and colorful lights, but there is a difference between prosperous and more prosperous.

"Do you want to go out for a walk?"

Gu Yuehua stood behind Qing Huan and asked.

"where to?"

"Go..." Gu Yuehua smiled: "Go to a fun place."

"?"

Qing Huan didn't know where Gu Yuehua was taking him, so she could only follow him.

"Kabukicho [-]st Street..." Qing Huan doesn't understand Japanese, but the Japanese characters themselves come from China, so there are many similarities, and it is rare to see signboards with traditional characters in China now, but in Japan. There are many—I think back then, Qing Huan spent a lot of effort to change the habit of traditional Chinese characters into simplified ones. Until today, she occasionally writes traditional Chinese characters and is corrected by the Chinese teacher—"What are you doing here? Are you watching a cabaret show?"

"This street is known as the 'street that never sleeps'. There are movie theaters, bars, nightclubs, love hotels and custom shops gathered in it. Even in the middle of the night, it is still brightly lit and there is an endless stream of customers." Gu Yuehua explained.

"Nightclub...custom shop..." Qing Huan turned to look at him: "Why don't I think it's not very good?"

"You don't think it's good, but the people who come here like it very much." Gu Yuehua pulled Qing Huan inside: "Come on, I'll take you to have a look."

Qing Huan looked all the way over, those neon lights were colorful, shone with intoxicating brilliance, and there were laughter everywhere, it seemed like a carefree paradise.

"It's very lively, isn't it?" Gu Yuehua said, "You can't imagine that this place was burned into a sea of ​​flames at the end of World War II..."

"Fire sea?" Qing Huan was puzzled.

"Tokyo Air Raid, you should be familiar with history, right? It was destroyed at that time, but soon after World War II, a venue for Kabuki performances was established here, named 'Kabukicho', the speed of its reconstruction It is known as the "laurel crown of the revival of the whole capital". Interestingly, it is not the Japanese who contributed the most to this."

"Who is that?"

Gu Yuehua chuckled: "It's the overseas Chinese in Japan. They keep buying vacant land to develop this area, and this is how this area is today. There are more than [-] bars, clubs and other entertainment venues here. Erosion has been criticized all the time, but the public buys it too much, not to mention that there are many tourists flocking here, and there are still a large number of Chinese tourists who contribute their money purchasing power and consumption power here.”

"Why donate money to Japan and not..."

"In Japan, the red-light district is legal, and the industry is developing like a raging fire, but in China, it is always like a mouse crossing the street. Even if there are large-scale examples, they are all acting under some high-sounding banner."

Qing Huan thought it was true—for example, Lou Zhao’s Hongmo Club, didn’t it use legality to cover up its illegality?

"You seem to know a lot about this..." Qing Huan said.

"Speaking of which, I lived here for a few years." Gu Yuehua recalled: "At that time, I was intoxicated, and a few years passed in a trance..."

"and after?"

"Later..." Gu Yuehua said with a smile, "When I got tired, I went elsewhere."

When she reached the door of the club where the photo of the girl with heavy makeup was pasted, Qing Huan turned around—"I don't want to go in."

"Cousin, are you scared?" Gu Yuehua looked at him with a smile, his face was full of teasing.

"Don't use aggressive methods." Qing Huan forcefully brought up a reason: "I'm still a high school student, how can I get in here?"

"Cousin, you are not an ordinary high school student." Gu Yuehua put his arms around his shoulders, walked inside under the guidance of a smiling man, and whispered in Qing Huan's ear, "Don't worry, cousin, you have a cousin." Brother is here."

It's only because of you that there is a problem, I've already escaped by myself...

Don't look at Gu Yuehua's gentleness and softness, but a monster is a monster, and he is not bound by the world in the first place, so he can't imagine what he will do next.

As soon as the two of them entered, a manager in a black suit came forward to inquire. Qing Huan couldn't understand Japanese, but Gu Yuehua did. After sitting down, several girls in sexy and gorgeous clothes filed in, all of them had friendly smiles on their faces.It's not the first time I've met Qing Huan, a woman in a custom place. For example, I've met a lot in the Hongmo Club before, but it's obvious that the attitude of these Japanese girls is more gentle. They really interpret the customer first to the extreme—— When you come in, bow first, and then introduce them one by one—even though Qing Huan doesn't know what they are talking about, she doesn't feel uncomfortable.When they sat down, they didn't post it right away, they first greeted a few words politely, Qing Huan couldn't understand, then looked back at Gu Yuehua, Gu Yuehua said a few words with a smile, and then those women let go , without talking softly, but kept pouring wine and passing it over.Qing Huan declined, but Gu Yuehua accepted it calmly. Seeing him smiling happily and chatting happily with those women, Qing Huan muttered in her heart: Sure enough, he is a veteran of the romantic scene. Trembling, almost throwing myself into a hug...

But the good thing about Gu Yuehua is that there was nothing disrespectful in his actions. Although those women didn't refuse when they approached, they were still in a reasonable degree of intimacy, and they didn't touch some places that shouldn't be touched... Fortunately, he is not like this, otherwise Qing Huan would definitely die of embarrassment...

I don't know what they were talking about, the women looked at Qing Huan with warm eyes, and sighed "Kawaii" from time to time, Qing Huan blinked, and for some reason, it was Gu Yuehua who stretched out his hand Rubbed Qing Huan's head, and then those women all laughed - Qing Huan didn't like Gu Yuehua doing this to herself in front of outsiders, so she slapped his hands away.

At this time, a woman who looked younger next to her handed over a game controller and made a gesture. Qing Huan understood that she meant to play a game with herself—so it could be like this...Compared to being next to her Sitting stupidly, it's better to find something to do——With this mentality, Qinghuan played a two-player game with the woman with dyed pink hair.

Things like games, after playing, even strangers will become familiar, Qing Huan played with her, and then probably knew that the woman's name was "Ruozi", and she was 20 years old... that's all up.

Qing Huan didn't realize that when she was playing games with Ruozi, Gu Yuehua over there looked over from time to time.

After a few games, Qing Huan, a rookie at the game, also had a great time, because finally his partner won a game, Ruo Zi hugged Qing Huan happily, the smell of perfume from a woman lingered in Qing Huan's nose, and the softness Qing Huan was a little at a loss for the touch...

At this time, a slightly domineering force pulled Qing Huan from behind, her back pressed into a warm embrace, and a gentle voice came from above her head——

"Cousin, have fun..."