Jiang Zimo pouted: "No, I really don't have common sense. Rukawa Kaede is from Kanagawa, okay! I think I came to Kyoto because of Abe Seimei."
Bai Yanbing said dumbfounded again: "I don't want to read this. Remember, Rukawa Kaede only knew that there was such a person's name in the world because he was severely scolded by you. Otherwise, I would know who he is. You
Now that you have said so many things to me at once, my God, do you want me to go back and read all these comics? I can’t!”
"Abe Seimei is not a character in comics. He is the greatest onmyoji in Japan during the Heiankyo era. He is the only Japanese I like. I have watched "Onmyoji" by Mengzhen Tapir dozens of times."
"Onmyoji? Didn't you say you won't watch these anymore? Why do you like watching this?"
"Because I was still young at that time and didn't know the previous history of the Jiang family. Also, this comic contains the all-powerful Abe Seimei, so I wasn't afraid. A thousand years ago, Abe Seimei might have been just like us.
Walking under such a beautiful moonlight with my beloved Abe Sara, I could never imagine what this elegant, indifferent, handsome and wise man must look like until I met you."
Jiang Zimo, who had completely fallen under the curse of "beauty is in the eye of the beholder", couldn't help but look at her with heart-shaped eyes and talk like a nymphomaniac when she talked about her excitement.
"What tricks are you trying to pull? You keep praising me like this today, and I'm almost narcissistic."
Bai Yanbing pointed to a wine shop on the street and said, "Don't you want to drink sake? Do you want to go in and try it?"
"Of course." Jiang Zimo broke away from his hand and ran in.
"The plot written in the book is indeed a lie." Jiang Zimo only drank a few glasses before shaking his head and sighing, "That sweet rice fragrance, it's clearly white wine mixed with water!"
"How can you drink wine in big sips like you do? You can only taste the wine by sipping it in small sips."
Jiang Zimo remembered that every time she drank in front of him, she would always make a fool of herself, and couldn't help laughing: "You always say that I can't drink you, how about we compete again tonight?"
Bai Yanbing saw her smiling eyes, which were very cute, and couldn't help but kiss her forehead: "This is Japan, we are all drunk, but no one will move us back."
"How can we not have wine in such a good time? We can take some back to the hotel. This way we won't be afraid of getting drunk, okay?"
"Okay, it's all up to you." Bai Yanbing said gently.
The landlady packed their bags for them, and just before leaving, she said something to Jiang Zimo. Jiang Zimo didn't react for a moment, but Bai Yanbing translated beside him: "She said they have a couple's wall here.
Ask us if we want to take a free photo together.”
"Of course." Jiang Zimo smiled brightly and rested her head on her husband's shoulder.
The photo was taken quickly, and both of them were smiling exaggeratedly.
Bai Yanbing took the pen and wrote on the back of the instant photo. Before Jiang Zimo could see it, he pinned the photo to the wall.
Jiang Zimo wanted to take it down and take a look, but she was too much shorter than him to reach it. Bai Yanbing smiled and pulled her away with a flat mouth.
There was a small hot spring pool in the hotel where they stayed. The two drank up the wine they brought back in the courtyard outside the room, and then soaked in it after a simple bath. Although the sake was light in taste, it had great stamina, and they drank it again in the hot spring.
After soaking for too long, Jiang Zimo staggered all the way back to the room where the lights were not turned on, and almost fell down when he stepped on his feet.