It was winter after all, but at six o'clock, it was already dark. She changed her clothes and opened the door. Sure enough, there was a waiter waiting outside.
The park Bai Yanbing mentioned was very close to the hotel. The waiter took her to the entrance and left on his own. Jiang Zimo looked forward and saw that there was only one brightly lit place in the darkness. When she approached, she couldn't believe it.
own eyes.
No matter how many romantic clips she had seen, she had never imagined that she would be able to see the eight-eight cherry blossoms blooming so beautifully in the winter.
Under the illumination of countless floor lamps, the swirling pink and white petals lit up the brightest dream in her life. She saw an extremely elegant and handsome man walking out from behind a tree, leaning over with a faint smile.
He came down and asked her gently: "My baby, are you satisfied with this surprise?"
Jiang Zimo looked at the man she loved, crying and laughing at the same time: "If it were the plot in Japanese comics, a helicopter would pick me up and land me here!"
Bai Yanbing held her cheek and smiled: "Although I'm not the emperor, I can't satisfy your fantasy of being a concubine; and I don't have a helicopter that can let you experience the experience of the heroine in the comics, but I will definitely let you compare.
Any woman is happy because I love you."
Jiang Zimo has long been familiar with what he said, but such a vulgar sentence has made her tired of hearing it. At such a moment, it is so beautiful and moving to be spoken by the person she loves.
An inexplicable emotion surged in her heart, mixed with a trace of regret and sadness, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.
The lingering and sentimental flying petals fell on her lips. She hugged Bai Yanbing's neck tightly and stood on tiptoes to respond to him.
Jiang Zimo even thought that if she died now, she would die happily. How wonderful it would be to meet such a person in her lifetime.
Early the next morning, they left Saitama County and went to Kyoto.
Jiang Zimo has always been lively, but compared to the bustling Tokyo and the romantic Hokkaido, she only likes the ancient and quiet Kyoto.
In the Kiyomizu Temple surrounded by green pines and filled with cigarette smoke, Bai Yanbing, who had always been reluctant to worship foreign ghosts and gods, watched helplessly as his wife clasped her hands together and prayed devoutly.
He carried her huge bag, leaned against the door railing and said with a smile: "You don't even speak Japanese, how can the Japanese gods understand your Chinese? It's better not to talk like a duck, what's the matter?
If you wish, tell me, I promise to be more efficient than these Bodhisattvas."
Jiang Zimo glared at him: "No blasphemy! This is religious belief, there is no difference between national boundaries and languages! I don't have any wishes, just because I am too happy, and I am afraid that so much happiness will be suddenly taken away
, I just ask Bodhisattva to bless us for a long time and protect us from encountering mistresses, extramarital affairs or anything like that."
Bai Yanbing looked very helpless. He wanted to say that it would be unreliable to ask a Bodhisattva for this matter, but in the end he didn't say anything. He just took her in his arms and said, "I'm hungry. Let's go find a place to have dinner."
Whether it was the streets or the buildings, Kyoto was full of elegance. After dinner, they did not rush back, but took a casual walk hand in hand.
"I want to come to Kyoto so much, do you know why?"