The sound of clogs was tapping across the long street, and passers-by stopped to look at the young man. He was wearing a black kimono with red flowers, wooden clogs on his feet, and a long sword in a red sheath on his waist, like a river. He opened his clothes like a ronin in the Todo period, and his delicate ribs were vaguely visible.
"Is he Shinsuke Takasugi from Gintama?" a passing girl whispered to her companion.
"It doesn't look like that, Jinsuke's face should be covered with a bandage. This is Himura Kenshin! Look, he has a kendo ponytail!"
"Himura Kenshin is less than 1.6 meters tall in the setting. I think he is Hijikata Toshizo from "Shinsengumi Mystery Chronicles"." Another passerby next to him answered.
"When did Hijikata-kun wear a dark kimono in Shinsengumi Mysterious Story?" the first girl retorted.
"If you ask me, he still looks like Naoe Kanetsugu played by Satoshi Tsumabuki." The office worker in a trench coat smoked a cigarette on his cigarette case.
"Why don't you, the weird middle-aged uncle who watches the Dahe drama, not get involved in the two-dimensional discussion?" The girls joked with the office workers, who also laughed.
It is clearly a commercial street lined with signboards and bright lights, but as this young man in kimono strolls by, the air seems to be filled with the atmosphere of the samurai era. The early cherry blossoms have bloomed to the extreme, and the fallen flowers are like heavy rain. The young man is suddenly empty. Like a ghost.
"Can I take a group photo?" The bold girl stepped forward with the camera in hand and bowed.
"Of course there is no problem. I am the second son of the Minamoto family who came to Edo from Ueno to see the world. Thank you for your hospitality, Miss. Please take care of me in the future." The young man took a few steps back and bowed to the girl with his hand on the handle of the knife.
The onlookers applauded.
Young people speak in an old-fashioned way, which is really from the inside out.
The girl who asked for a photo was elated yet shy. She felt like an unmarried girl from a hundred years ago, walking down the street wearing a kimono, white socks and clogs. Suddenly she saw a young samurai who shook her heart, so she used the greatest courage in her life to walk over and talk to him. .
December is the season when Japanese red maples change color. The young man stood under the rustling red maple tree with a faint smile on his face.
The girls came up one by one to take photos with him.
The girls who come to Kabukicho to spend the night are no longer little girls, but in front of this young man, everyone holds the fingertips of their left hand with their right hand, making a traditional girlish gesture.
The young man did not refuse anyone's request. When the office workers came over to take a group photo, he put his hands on his hips in cooperation, and the uncle also put his hands on his hips, as if everyone was a samurai who came to Edo to fight in high spirits.
"Hello, hello!" A man squeezed up and handed over his business card, "I am Zhaocang from the talent scouting agency. Our agency has signed contracts with many sers and recommended them to participate in performances at large comic conventions and for filming of big-budget movies. If you have the opportunity, please be sure to take the time to contact us!"
"I'm not serious," the young man smiled and handed the business card back, "I'm just an ordinary person who goes out for a walk. I come to Tokyo every year when I have free time."
He looked up at the brightly lit black building in the night: "By the way, I'm looking at my lofty brother from a distance."
The black Maybach car slid to a stop, and the driver got out and opened the back seat door.
"The car is here to pick me up, see you all."
The young man bowed to everyone and got into the car. The driver in black uniform also bowed to the onlookers, then got in the car and left.
Watching the luxury car worth hundreds of thousands of dollars sliding into the misty night, the girls still couldn't let go.
No one expected that such a noble young man would be so elegant as to walk at night in brocade clothes. At first, they thought he dressed like this on purpose to attract attention.
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"Because of Chibe's idiot, the Snake Qihachi family is now searching for us like crazy. At this time, you still come to contact me?" the young man said coldly.
"The good news is that Shensi used up twelve potions in one go, leaving nothing useful for your good brother."
Shenji is the leader of Chibei, the one who was cut in half by Gu Bei.
"Then should I thank him?"
The atmosphere in the car suddenly became cold, and the young man was a little impatient: "What do you want from me this time?"
"Chibei failed." The king general said, "I overestimated the target's strength as much as possible. Chibei injected twelve potions, and the evolutionary completeness is almost comparable to that of the next generation, but he still failed."
"Did he take action?" the young man asked.
"No... I tried to find a way to disperse the garrison, and then let Yuan Zhisheng handle another task... Besides, your brother is not necessarily the opponent of the god, although Tian Mingzhi is born with the ability to become a god. The foundation, but after all, it still takes some time to grow, but the Motolov cocktail has brought the god to the edge of god... It is the target who kills the god himself."
However, after hearing this, the young man not only did not feel shocked and disappointed, but also felt a little happy: "Ha, I can break your plan again and again. It seems that this goal is very difficult."
"So this time I need you to do it yourself."
The young man was happy. This was the first time he saw the strategizing king in such trouble. However, he had no intention of helping the king solve his problems. It would be better to say that if something happened to the king, he would probably be responsible for the entire Menggui community. The one who laughs the loudest.
"You want me to do it?"
The corners of the young man's mouth curled up. He was already good-looking, and this smile immediately made him even more charming: "Please!"
The king was not impatient and said: "He is standing with your brother. As long as he is here, you will never be able to take revenge in this life. The monsters can only be the shadow of the eight snakes and Qi family, and it is even more nonsense to rebel against the gods." ..."
Just as he was talking, an enchanting red light cut through the darkness in the car.
The king immediately sat up straight, because the crimson blade was lying across the bottom of the mask. The young man held the scabbard and shook the blade out. The blade slipped a foot, but it was enough to cut the king's throat.
Everything happened in a flash. The young man's smile faded: "Do you think you can control me?"
The king raised his hands and hid behind him. He was very aware of the madness of this young man. He would patiently accompany passers-by on the street to take photos, or he would chop off the heads of his allies out of rage. Everything depended on him at the time. Mood.
"I'm just stating the facts."
"Are you provocative?"
The knife had cut open the king's skin, but the king remained calm and threw out his last trump card: "Tomorrow they will go to Shikatori Town."
The chilling atmosphere surrounding the car paused.
The young man looked at the king coldly: "This is a trap."
General Wang still looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water: "But you have to go."
The silence continued for a few seconds, the red light flashed out again, and the sheathed knife returned to the young man's waist: "Stop."
The Maybach disappeared in the night. There were only a few pedestrians on this street, and the cold wind flowed everywhere.
The young man stood on the street holding a long knife. The wind blew fine snowflakes and sprinkled them on the entire long street. The street lamps in the distance exuded a pure white halo.
Under the light, two boys with similar looks were playing and fooling around.
The young man stopped and looked at it for a long time.
Shikatori...
"Go back, Jiro!"
"I understand, brother."
The two brothers, fighting and fighting, ran across the street and into the distance.
Are you going back, brother...
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After taking a ninety-minute Shinkansen ride, Lu Mingfei and his party finally arrived at the small town of Shikatori in Nagano before 11 a.m.
To be honest, Lu Mingfei only knew about small towns in Japan.
Limiting it to literary works and anime, the town he knows best is Otaru. The reason is that when he was still the vice president of the literary club, he went to read "Love Letter" in order to find topics that Chen Wenwen was interested in.
At that time, Lu Mingfei had evil intentions, thinking that he and Chen Wenwen would talk about "Love Letter", and then he would write a "love letter" to Chen Wenwen, and finally invite Chen Wenwen to watch the movie "Love Letter".
Directly one-stop, holding the handle in hand.
Then after he read the love letter, he realized that the book Chen Wenwen read on the first day of school was "Lover".
After that, Lu Mingfei had no choice but to go watch the movie "Love Letter" by himself.
The beautiful scenery in the movie left a deep impression on Lu Mingfei, so he went to learn about Otaru, the filming location of "Love Letter" at that time.
The impression that Otaru left on Lu Mingfei was pure white covered in silver, like a world in a fairy tale.
He always thought that small towns in Japan were like this...until he came to Shikatori.
To be honest, if it hadn't been for this team building, Lu Mingfei probably would never have known that there is a small town of Shikatori in Nagano, Japan. After all, it is not a well-known tourist attraction.
It was Chen Wenwen's idea to choose the small town of Luqu as the team building location.
It is said that Chen Wenwen once came to Japan with her parents and lived in the small town of Shikatori for a period of time. The beautiful scenery of Shikatori Town left a deep impression on Chen Wenwen at the time. Since then, Chen Wenwen has always wanted to come back and visit again.
Everyone in the literary club still trusts the president's aesthetics, and Chen Wenwen's enthusiasm makes everyone very curious about the scenery here.
So the team building location was set in the small town of Shikatori.
But when everyone came here in person, Lu Mingfei could only say: Don't put too much faith in the aesthetics of literary girls.
As the poorest place in Japan, Nagano Prefecture perfectly illustrates what it means to live in harmony between man and nature.
Yes, there are mountains and waters here, extremely beautiful natural scenery, and cute wild animals that are close to humans. It is a very beautiful place.
All the scenery is as beautiful as Chen Wenwen described. Indeed, this kind of natural beauty is extremely lethal to a literary girl like Chen Wenwen.
But there's something not so good about it.
There's no one in this fucking place!
The small town of Shikatori sounds weird, but it is actually just a village at the foot of Mount Shikatori!
There are more than 2,000 people in a town, which is not as many students as Shilan Middle School!
But fortunately, all the facilities in the town are complete, so Lu Mingfei and the others will not have to stay in other people's houses or sleep on the street.
The tour group of Shilan Middle School Literary Club collectively stayed at a well-known local hot spring hotel. Because there were few people in the town, the tourism industry was not developed, and there were not many guests in the hot spring hotel, it could basically be said that Shilan Middle School reserved the hotel.
Next is free time.
Chen Wenwen wanted to take a look at the old bookstore in the town. The bookstore was also old. Everyone passed by there when they came. Lu Mingfei could see the worn wooden door frames and Japanese-style sliding doors, giving off an old-fashioned feel. Taste of Edo.
Well, Lu Mingfei has begun to appreciate this beauty. He has lived in the city for too long, and it would be nice to experience this kind of pure feeling occasionally.
It's a pity that Xiaoqiang didn't come together.
Most people chose to go out for a walk. Lu Mingfei packed his luggage and left the hotel.
On the way here, he saw that the residents around him were busy and seemed to be preparing for some event, so before leaving the hotel, he found the proprietress of the hotel.
"Shikatori Matsuri?"
Lu Mingfei spoke half-baked Japanese: "Is this a festival?"
"Yes, the Shikatori Festival is a very important festival in this town."
The landlady is probably in her thirties or forties, and she still looks charming.
The proprietress in her thirties and forties is one of the few young people in the town. It is said that most of the young people in the town have gone to live in the city. Those who stay in the town are some old people and occasionally some children.
The proprietress also went to the city when she was young, and then returned to this town after experiencing some things and opened a hot spring hotel.
After hanging around with people who know everything about everything for so long, Lu Mingfei's eyesight has improved a lot. He can tell that the landlady is not short of money. She has all kinds of gold and silver jewelry. Although the clothes are not branded, they still have a certain charm. It's extravagant and should be customized.
It's just that she doesn't know what happened that made this half-aged lady feel so disheartened that she ran back to this small town to spend the rest of her life.
The proprietress took a sip from the cigarette pole, which had a cigarette bag hanging on the metal cigarette pole. She puffed on the smoke while chatting with Lu Mingfei.
Lu Mingfei also learned the origin of the deer sacrifice from the boss's mouth.
According to legend, there is a deer spirit in the small town of Lutori. For thousands of years, she has protected the safety of the town and kept it away from various disasters.
Strangely enough, in an island country like Japan with many earthquakes, the small town of Shikatori has never experienced an earthquake.
Although the town is secluded and backward, it is nourished by nature and is as beautiful as a painting.
It's like a world that shouldn't exist in this world.
As a result, the residents of the small town of Shikatori believed in the legend of the deer spirit even more, and designated the Shikatori Festival every year when the maples are red.
The Shikatori Festival lasts for three days, during which time there are various customs that have evolved over the years in the Shikatori town.
"It's a coincidence that you came here," the landlady said, knocking off the ash from the cigarette rod in the ashtray, "In a few days, this year's Shikatori Festival will be here."
Lu Mingfei waved his hand: "We will only stay for these two days, I'm afraid we won't be able to make it in time for the Shikatori Festival."
The landlady nodded: "That's quite a pity."
Lu Mingfei agreed: "Yes...can I go to the shrine on the mountain?"
"Okay, there are no tickets required. It's open to the public. If you feel bad about going, you can throw some into the money box."
Lu Mingfei smiled: "Master God probably won't care about the two small coins I have."
The landlady also laughed: "If you are too stingy, you will not be blessed by the gods."
