Lao Huang still ignored my resentment. He laughed, then took out something and handed it to me, "Okay, Xiaobai, go and wash it."

I snorted, took the facial cleanser-like thing and went to the bathroom.

After a while I came back and found that Zhang Fengyu was no longer there.

Lao Huang was smoking alone, looking lonely.

I frowned and asked, "What's going on? Where are the people?"

"Let's go." Old Huang said lightly.

"Leave? This...is this business in vain?" I asked in surprise.

But Lao Huang smiled and said, "Don't worry, he will keep his promise."

I didn’t quite believe it. “Hasn’t he not seen me yet?”

Lao Huang laughed and scolded, "Damn you, now I'm starting to doubt that you are really me? Why did I still act like a stupid boy twenty years ago?"

I became angry when I heard this, "I doubt you too! Tell me, have you been lying to me?"

After hearing this, Lao Huang stared at me for a while and then stood up and sighed, "Hey, don't worry, he actually noticed that we were the same person as soon as we entered the room and didn't move directly.

He has already given us enough trust, and now that the business has been concluded, it would be unreasonable for us to doubt others."

I was thoughtful, and then asked, "What about you? Why did you change your mind temporarily?"

Lao Huang asked, "Why did you change your mind?"

"Didn't you say that what you came to him for was a bargaining chip for us to sort out our grievances and draw a clear line between the Qingshui family? How come you asked him to protect me?"

Lao Huang smiled slightly, "As long as you and I don't die, isn't this enough of a bargaining chip?"

I was stunned for a moment, and then I understood.

Instead, he sighed again, "Sure enough, an uncle in his fifties has been working hard for nothing for so many years. He is so stupid."

I immediately retorted, "No matter how much you scold you, you're still scolding yourself. Does that make sense?"

He laughed, "Of course it's interesting! Haha!"

…

Speaking of drinking tea, I still prefer our own Chinese tea.

Whether it’s Longjing or Pu’er, after all, it’s a tea that’s cooked to suit your own taste, and you’ll feel welcome no matter how you drink it. But this Japanese tea ceremony doesn’t mean it’s not as good as the teas I’m familiar with, but it always gives me a sense of joy after I take it in my mouth.

I can't really say I like the harshness.

So after only one drink, I declined the follow-up.

Takahashi Ginko, who was sitting behind his father, kept his head lowered and remained silent.

Her father Kiyomizu Yinji is quite talkative.

This patriarch of the Shimizu family, who had clearly never been to China, actually talked about Chinese history and culture more broadly and deeply than I, a native Chinese.

I am actually a rough person. Even if I became a reporter and loved photography, I would still not be able to get into the limelight, let alone talk about the past and the present with others.

But the old man next to me is really awesome.

He and Qingshui Yinji got on very well with each other. The more they talked, the more interested they became, and they felt as if they had met each other so late.

I can't help but wonder, what happened to me in the next twenty years, and how could there be such a big change?

Seemingly sensing my boredom, Kiyomizu Yinji very considerately asked Takahashi Ginko to lead me to the yard to enjoy the snow, and specifically told me not to sleep for the time being, because when the snow stopped, the moon would rise to the west building.

There is a very rare classical dance performance.

To be honest, I personally am not attracted to these dances and traditional culture, but I am definitely not an enthusiast, so I have no interest in them.

But being alone with Takahashi Ginko, I have some expectations.

After leaving Qingshuiyinji's house, the corridor outside the house was obviously much cooler.

This place is not like the Northeast when I was in school. As long as there is a radiator, it will be very warm.

The Qingshui family's house has no heating supply except for the living quarters of a few owners and guests. In winter, it is as cold as an ice hole, which is extremely uncomfortable.

But the servants here seem to have long been accustomed to it and don't care whether it is a kind of torture.

Most of them are in good health, and they are used to living in unheated houses even in the winter when the temperature is minus ten degrees Celsius.

Takahashi Ginko and I walked side by side.

When we arrived at a yard with a relatively wide view, I looked at the vast white space outside the house and asked, "I haven't seen you in more than a year. Girl, you seem to have become a lot better?"

Unexpectedly, after hearing what I said, Takahashi Ginko asked me in confusion, "Have I met Mr. before?"

Her eyes were clear and there was no hypocrisy in her expression, but I had seen such clarity more than a year ago, so...

I didn't argue with her, I just nodded slightly, "I've seen it before, it was probably a night like this."

Takahashi Ginzi's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and she said with some distress, "Sir, he said he had seen it before, so he must have seen it before, but I don't remember very well, so I'm a little rude."

Seeing Ginko Takahashi look like this, and then comparing her look when I first met her, we are really two distinct people.

I can’t say that the Takahashi Ginko from more than a year ago was very beautiful. Probably because her life was not very comfortable and she was very rebellious, I failed to discover her beauty. But at that time, Takahashi Ginko was full of energy.

, she can really be called a energetic girl full of firepower.

But now, this person is so beautiful that it is beyond compare, so beautiful that it is astonishing, almost alluring, yet so beautiful that it is so strange.

I can no longer understand the Qingshui family and the man behind the Qingshui family.

How much have these "old gods" changed this family... to make everything here look beautiful, but also reveal unusual weirdness everywhere.

I took a deep breath and coughed violently as the biting cold wind invaded my lungs.

My body was already very weak, and now I have lost most of it. Such a simple deep breath almost made me cough up blood.

Upon seeing this, Takahashi Ginko quickly asked the servant to bring hot tea and a heater.

I waved my hands, trying to maintain my self-esteem as a man, but in the end I huddled in a windless corner holding the stove like a frail woman.

Takahashi Ginko seems to like snow very much.

After she saw that I stopped coughing, she walked out into the snow alone holding an umbrella.

The thin kimono hanging on her slender but still charming body made my heart beat with fear... I thought to myself, 'She is a Japanese girl after all, she is really not afraid of the cold.'

I just looked at her quietly, and she looked at the snow quietly.

This reminds me of Xu Zhimo’s classic sentence.

You are watching the scenery on the bridge, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs.

At this moment, just as this sentence says.

She was admiring the snow in the snow, but the people watching the snow huddled in the pavilion to watch her.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but laugh.
Chapter completed!