Peng Bo and Chen Feng quietly set foot on the land of Japan.
Unlike the last time I went to South Korea, where well-known directors from Pengbo Media gathered together, at this time, there were only two people coming out of the airport, wearing light clothes and simple clothes. It was like a trip that was ready to go at any time.
"Mr. Peng, where are we?" Chen Feng asked.
"You can take a stroll here." Peng Bo did not want to go with him. "We will meet in Tokyo in three days."
After coming out of the airport, Peng Bo got into a car. Chen Feng looked at the back of his boss and could only sigh.
The car was speeding all the way. It was the cherry blossom season, but Peng Bo had no interest in this kind of plant.
The destination he is going to is one of the three famous gardens in Nara, which is also an excellent place for cherry blossom viewing.
After walking up a steep mountain road with beautiful cherry blossoms in full bloom, you can reach the mountain gate of Bamboo Grove Temple, where you can also see practitioners wearing monastic robes.
After the hustle and bustle of these days, he wanted to be quiet here and be alone.
It's about a few hours' journey from the airport to Zhulinyuan. Outside the window, there are lights belonging to this city, gentle and warm.
Peng Bo needs such a place now, quietly and quietly, to put his impetuous heart.
The car drove very steadily, and slowly drove into a valley covered with dense bamboo forests and green vegetation. The misty rain was like smoke and mist, and it was blurry. The road was very quiet and comfortable. Peng Bo slowly rolled down the window and took a deep breath.
A breath of fresh air immediately calms my mind.
Qunfang Garden is the most famous elegant courtyard in the Bamboo Forest Garden. It is a simple and unpretentious Japanese garden. There are no deliberately pruned or designed branches, bridges, rocks, gravel, and stone lanterns. Everything here reveals the simplicity of the Japanese garden.
The beauty is filled with a Zen feeling that can make people calm.
"Boom——"
The bells of the Bamboo Forest Courtyard passed through the wall, and Peng Bo suddenly burst into tears.
The sound of the bell, still only the sound of the bell echoing in the ears, there is silence between heaven and earth, a selfless tranquility...
It became completely dark.
Zhulinyuan is actually a high-end Japanese hotel with a history, with private hot springs and Japanese cuisine.
Formerly known as Chunzanji Temple founded by Prince Shotoku, it has a fountain-style garden and Gunho-en Garden, which is said to have been created by Sen no Tokisu. It is one of the three gardens in Yamato.
This is a typical Japanese-style hot spring hotel, Conan style, and all the waiters inside are grandmas and grandpas.
Among the mountains, only the scattered lights of stone lanterns were lit in the dark night. The cherry blossoms in the dark night seemed to have a unique fragrance, which made Peng Bo's heart fluctuate again.
The light is very soft, and behind the softness is a kind of expectation of returning home, a kind of peace after the dust has been washed away.
"Are you Mr. Peng?" The voice was very soft and pleasant, blending perfectly with the surrounding silence.
"I am." Peng Bo's voice softened involuntarily, and he turned to look at his grandma who was standing beside him at some point.
"You haven't had dinner yet?" Grandma made an invitation gesture, "Then I'll take you to dinner first."
Streams, small bridges, wooden houses, candlelight, celadon, and cuisine. In such an environment, there is no need to eat. It is beautiful and delicious.
Peng Bo looked around while eating, but he couldn't see that familiar figure.
At this time, when he returned to Japan, he was fascinated by her appearance in kimono.
"Mr. Peng Bo, have you finished eating?"
"It's finished."
"Then please come with me." There was a smile that couldn't be concealed between grandma's eyebrows, which made Peng Bo very puzzled.
The winding path leads to secluded areas, covered with flowers and trees. Peng Bo looked while walking, "Where are you taking me? Where is Sawaguchi Yasuko?"
"She is right in front. She asked me... to take you to see the national treasure." Grandma smiled. Peng Bo looked at her carefully. She smiled very quietly and very comfortably.
"National treasure?" Peng Bo was stunned and immediately answered, "If you want to see the national treasure, why come late at night?"
"The national treasure is so gleaming that you can only see it clearly late at night." Grandma laughed again, but this time, it was as if she was holding back.
Why do you know this line so well?
Peng Bo couldn't help his heartbeat, and slowly passed through several green trees. It was an independent courtyard, but there was no bright light like other hotels. The light inside was very soft. If he looked closely, it was illuminated by special candles.
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Grandma pushed open the wooden door and made an inviting gesture, and then Peng Bo hesitantly walked in.
"Mr. Peng Bo, please!" Grandma said with a smile, and couldn't help but look at Peng Bo who looked confused but also full of admiration.
Peng Bo looked at the room infatuatedly and expectantly, never looking at his grandma again, but her grandma looked at him, as if she was snickering, and seemed very pleased. When Peng Bo entered the main room, she quietly left.
go.
Peng Bo slowly walked in. It was a spacious main house with a simple interior layout, a large bed and a set of tables and chairs, full of Japanese style, yet elegant and simple.
The windows in the house have been opened, and looking out from the windows are alien and mottled old shadows, telling of the light years that have passed.
"Whoosh whoosh-"
The gentle sound of teasing came from the next door. Peng Bo's throat moved, but his steps walked towards the next door involuntarily.
Facing the front is a large wooden barrel, with water covered with petals. On both sides of the barrel, there is a simple long table with two white candles on it, both covered in glass lampshades. On both sides of the long table, there are simple square stools.
It is a pile of white towels, in the mist. Who is the beauty bathing in the middle if not Yasuko Sawaguchi?
Peng Bo's Adam's apple moved up and down strongly, but he stood still, unable to say a word.
After a long time, he walked to the next door amidst the sound of rushing water. His heart was beating "dong dong" non-stop. However, this wave of beating had not stopped yet. The next wave of beating followed one after another. He was stunned and couldn't say anything.
In one sentence.
Under the dim yet bright light, Yasuko Sawaguchi walked in slowly. She was only wearing a pink kimono. She had a curvy figure and a pair of beautiful white feet walking directly on the floor.
"You don't recognize me anymore?" The voice was like cherry blossoms falling in the dark night.
"I'm recognizing it, I'm recognizing it." Peng Bo felt that his voice was just answering questions, without any soul at all.
"How do you say the next sentence?" Sawaguchi Yasuko smiled softly, and gently pushed back her wet hair with both hands, but the waves on her chest were like huge waves on a Qiantang, getting even more turbulent.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty,... the Grand Master led the poor monks to appreciate the national treasure at night, and somehow broke into His Majesty's palace..." Peng Bo's understanding is very powerful, and he also knows that just like every man longs to be the Supreme Treasure.
, every woman longs to be the king of the daughter's kingdom, whether she wears a phoenix crown or a harem, or wears Prada, since he has come thousands of miles away, he is happy to play with Yasuko Sawaguchi.
"Brother Yudi, please come and see the national treasure." Yasuko Sawaguchi smiled and walked forward. Under the light, her smile was very charming. Peng Bo suddenly felt like he was in a dream. Everything was so unreal.
But his heart was indeed moved.
Whatever the wind blows or the flags move, Master Huineng is right, it is all the movement of the heart.