"Okay, wait for you, be careful on the way and take your time."

As soon as Han Jue put down the phone, the battery prompt popped up on the mobile phone interface, saying that the power was less than 10%, which scared Han Jue so much that he quickly turned off the phone and hid it.

After getting off the plane in the early morning and arrived at the hotel, in order to have a full date in the afternoon, Han Jue was busy replenishing his sleep and forgot to charge his phone. When he got off the taxi and sent a message to Zhang Yiman, he found that it was too late to go when the phone was out of power.

Unfamiliar with a foreign land, Han Jue, who was already a cat-shaped family, panicked. In addition, this trip was for a secret date, and he was guilty of being recognized and surrounded by others and his whereabouts were exposed. At this time, the phone was out of power, which meant that he had not climbed the rocks halfway and found that the safety rope on his waist was broken.

In short, before the tryst meeting began, Han Jue began to feel it was difficult.

Are those celebrities who secretly fall in love or get married secretly so tired? If they want to fall in love with a silly girl, will this fatigue be the norm? How long will it take? Will the silly girl feel tired too? If you are not tired this time, when will you be tired? How long can they last?

On a dry winter afternoon, Han Jue walked on the street with his hands in his arms.

"Ding~"

Han Jue received a text message.

Han Jue, who regards the power of life, dares to quickly scan the screensaver interface.

Silly girl: [Your power bank is coming quickly! ~~(Dear)]

Han Jue's brows exposed outside the mask suddenly stretched out.

The silly girl, who has always been kind, open-minded and not lying, is willing to deceive her parents, give up the opportunity to celebrate her birthday with her fans, and is willing to come to see him at the risk of her career damage. This is enough to show her determination to face all the difficulties and sufferings in the future with him.

She believed in their future so much that no matter how negative and pessimistic he said depressed words, he seemed too ungrateful.

Since you choose not to let go in the face of pressure at the beginning, you should be prepared to endure hardships.

[Without pain, you will not feel real happiness.] Han Jue did a few chest expansion exercises to cheer himself up.

After calming down, Han Jue walked forward with a brisk pace.

Whenever he heard his English song or Zhang Yiman's songs in the store, Han Jue would always bow his head and pass by quickly. Even when he passed Lin Yuzhe's billboard, he would trot by.

Han Jue walked on a completely unfamiliar street. He only took out his mobile phone map to confirm the direction, took a look and turned it off immediately. Finally, when the power unfortunately dropped to 5%, he finally arrived at the agreed place.

Standing at the bustling intersection, Han Jue looked around. A little further away were office buildings and apartments, and near were some commercial shops - nightclubs, bars, cake shops, convenience stores, record stores, flower shops...

Many signs are marked with Chinese or directly Chinese.

Han Juebai was bored and could only admire the signature graphic design. However, after standing for a while, the passing men and women always looked at him with their explicit eyes.

Han Jue was so nervous that he touched his mask and hat, feeling that he shouldn't have been exposed.

Later, several girls who seemed to be in their thirties met Han Jue and stared at his face wearing a mask. Han Jue didn't dare to speak, pointing to his empty wrist, indicating that he was waiting for someone. Several people left disappointed, and several people took out their cell phones to exchange numbers with him.

Han Jue pretended to use several sets of sign language that Millie had used.

After getting rid of those people, he thought about it and walked towards the flower shop in front.

The flower shop has a clean window and a lot of lighting. In addition to selling flowers, there are desserts and drinks. Sitting in the heated indoor room, drinking tea and chatting, basking in the sun, surrounded by beautiful flowers, so the so-called leisure afternoon is nothing more than.

Several groups of women of different ages sat in groups of three or three to eat cakes and drink milk tea. When they saw Han Jue pushing the door in, they all looked at him.

There is certainly one reason why there are few male customers in the flower shop, and another reason is that Han Jue has an outstanding figure and clothing style. Even if he wears a mask and a hat, his eyebrows and eyes alone are enough to make people think about his lower half of his face.

Han Jue walked in calmly with his eyes, picking flowers to show his back.

The table in the corner was full of girls. One of them stared at Han Jue for a long time and suddenly told his companion next to him: "Do you think that person's eyes look like Han Jue?"

Han Jue, who was picking flowers, suddenly tensed up. He had a good listening ability and could not understand the cherry blossom language, but he could understand his name.

"Hey? You said he was Han Jue? How could it be?"

"Ha~ Really fake? Really fake?"

"Those eyes are a bit like!"

"Ah, he turned around...but he was about the same height, and his back looked very similar."

The companions covered their mouths and exclaimed, chirping.

Han Jue was ready to take the door out at any time.

"I said, don't be crazy! Han Jue is in the United States, in the United States!" The last girl looked at her idol being brought to compete with a passerby, and felt as if she was insulted. She took out her cell phone angrily and said, "Look, it's not long since his studio posted photos. Han Jue is visiting the museum. In front, he is buying books in the bookstore. Going forward, he is having a meal..."

"Really..."

Han Jue glanced at the girls muttering around his cell phone, and stopped looking at him. Han Jue nodded with satisfaction and showed a gratifying smile through the mask.

Before coming to Sakura Country, Han Jue went to bookstores, museums, cinemas and restaurants a day in advance, checking in and taking photos, and leaving at once, so that Xiao Zhou would send it out one after another today, giving the world the illusion that he was still in the United States.

Han Jue then greeted the clerk in Han Gaoguo's language, making the girls convinced that they had recognized the wrong person.

Holding a bouquet of roses, Han Jue returned to the intersection and continued to wait for Zhang Yiman. With flowers in hand, there were no one to chat with him.

Han Jue looked at the rose in his hand and felt a little subtle. He thought of what Zhang Yiman said before that someone gave her a rose.

Although Zhang Yiman is already his girlfriend, this does not mean that he can rest assured from now on. He remembers that Ang Lee, the director of the Chinese National People's Congress, said in an interview in his previous life: [I became a father and a gentleman of others, which does not mean that I could naturally get their respect. You still have to earn their respect every day. You have to meet a certain standard, because this is one of the reasons why I will not slackew.]

Thinking about it carefully, the silly girl was as hot as fire when she pursued him, and she was still enthusiastic after confirming her relationship, and she was fighting for his love every day. Although Han Jue also liked the silly girl day by day, she didn't express some thoughts and said some words, and others didn't know.

Han Jue held the flowers and hummed a song about waiting in his heart.

"Wait, I am lonely until late at night, the night is getting desolate, and the night is getting darker. Don't say that you are choosing people, and people can also choose you..."

"If a woman always waits until late at night and gives her youth without regrets, she will treat you really..."

After singing a few songs, I felt that they were too miserable and sad, which was not in line with his happy mood, so I stopped singing and began to conceive a movie.

Time passed little by little, and when Han Jue finished sorting out his work after returning to China tomorrow, Zhang Yiman never appeared.

Han Jue had a watch given to him by Zhang Yiman, but in order not to be exposed, he handed the watch over to Guan Yi for safekeeping. Now there is no watch or mobile phone. Han Jue doesn't know how long it has passed. But looking at the angle of the sun tilting, Han Jue feels that the time he just waited is not short.

Zhang Yiman will not miss the contract.

Han Jue's first reaction was that Zhang Yiman did not find him, but waited elsewhere.

Han Jue stood up and looked around. The crowd was still lively. He wanted to send a message to Zhang Yiman to ask where he was, but found that his phone had completely gone out of power. He looked up and watched for a moment, picked a cake shop with the least customers at present, and wanted to ask the clerk for help and charge the phone and turn on it.

He dared not stop the passers-by and borrow the power bank. If the clerk is recognized by the clerk, he will be fine if he runs away because the clerk cannot give up his job. But it will be bad if he is recognized by the passers-by. If the other party entangles him, he will have to leave here in order to get rid of the suspicion.

After Han Jue entered the cake shop, he bought a matcha cake casually, and then asked the clerk in Chinese language: "My phone is out of power, can I borrow me to charge it for a while?"

The young female clerk who had been staring at Han Jue since just now knew Chinese language and nodded immediately and replied OK.

After the clerk finished packing the cake, hesitated and said, "That..."

Han Jue looked up at her and felt something was wrong.

"Are you a star?" the clerk asked, staring at Han Jue's eyes.

Han Jue shook his head slowly.

"I always feel that you look familiar..."

Popularity is a double-edged sword.

Han Jue shook his head again, picked up the cake and turned around and prepared to leave.

"Don't you charge?" the clerk shouted behind him.

"Thank you, no need, I have something to do." Han Jue replied in a muffled voice. After leaving the door, he strode away and hid behind a sign. He looked out and found that the clerk ran outside and looked around in the crowd, his face excited and regretful.

【Almost recognized.】

【No, it should have been recognized.】

After the clerk returned, Han Jue hid himself carefully for a few minutes before he walked out carefully.

Now I can only look for Zhang Yiman first.

Han Jue walked around the intersection with a cake and rose, thinking about the reason why Zhang Yiman didn't come.

[Have you found the wrong place? Or ambushing and preparing for a prank? Or...]

Han Jue would rather Zhang Yiman let him go than she would have a car accident halfway.

[Wait a little longer.] Han Jue suppressed his anxiety and sat on the side of the road. After sitting for a while, he couldn't wait, so he walked around the intersection leading to four directions. Han Jue wanted to go to the nearby intersection, but he didn't dare to go far, for fear that Zhang Yiman came over and found that others were not there during the time he left. He could not run away, and he could not do anything eye-catching.

It's darker in winter, and the sun almost sinks behind the buildings in the distance.

The lights in shops are starting to illuminate one after another, and the signs of various colors make the streets look so hot, and there are more people than during the day.

Han Jue quietly leaned against the horizontal railing on the side of the road and gasped.

The cake and roses are still there. However, the cake in the cake box is being carried around and running, and it must have been overturned. The roses are pinched and thrown around, and they are exhausted and lost their luster.

Han Jue's hands kept holding them, and he was almost losing consciousness in the air. But this was not as cold as the loss and disappointment in his heart, making Han Jue feel even colder.

When the street lights were on, Han Jue exhaled a long white air.

Just now, taking advantage of the darkness of the night, he ran to two adjacent intersections around him and did not find Zhang Yiman.

Han Jue understood that Zhang Yiman probably wouldn't come.

Looking at the increasingly lively night in front of him, Han Jue felt a sense of distantness from bystanders.

"Wait, I am lonely until late at night, the night is getting desolate, and the night is getting darker..." Now it's time to sing this song "Wait".

Han Jue hummed a nursery rhyme for a while, touched his belly, got up and went to the convenience store to buy a can of hot drink, returned to the dark side of the road, and squatted down.

The izakaya opened in the distance, and music filled with cherry blossoms and twitched. Han Jue took off his cake, took off his mask, and trembled in the cold wind, drinking hot drinks and eating cakes, just for lunch and dinner.
To be continued...