People in Tokyo, the world is clear

Ito Nishika actually had that kind of simple trust in his heart, and felt that he had never been a person with this kind of personality.

He may have had the bad past and unpleasant personality that he described himself, but the lively little Lin Sen in front of us now is sincere, peaceful and kind.

He openly stated the fact that she had partially lied to him, perhaps it was nothing at all.

But the innocent girl's mind was unexpectedly entangled in this matter. Somehow, perhaps because she cared too much, she was always worried about the tiny possibility that the truth would cause the other party to have a grudge.

To be honest, she, Ito Nishika, actually enjoys this...

When she thought of this, her heart began to beat unconsciously, and heat was faintly stirring on her cheeks, making the ignorant girl a little dazed and confused about her physical condition.

She didn't think about it any further, but just looked up and saw the young man next to her pinching his chin, trying to come up with a solution that he thought was truly reasonable.

"I'll go get a room in a hotel outside."

As a result, the old man rejected it without hesitation.

"How can this be done!"

Ito Kazuko shook her head. "First of all, this involves the purpose of being polite and wasting money. Also, maybe Kobayashi made a mistake."

"what?"

"This is the countryside, not the city. We've been neighbors for years, and we have to continue living together for the rest of our lives. My child brought her boyfriend home to meet the elders, but was kicked out and put up in a hotel that night. If the neighbors saw this, how could I hold my head high in the future?"

When she said this, a bit of annoyance even appeared on the old lady's face.

"...Indeed. I didn't think enough."

So Lin Sen decided to settle for the second best and took a look at the living room.

"Are there any extra beddings at home? I'll just stay in the living room."

That was my original plan, but I never expected a hand to grab my sleeve.

There was a faint feeling of gentle pulling.

Then a soft voice described some of the characteristics of the old house:

"Um... the living room floor is very damp and bumpy."

"?"

Lin Sen opened his eyes wide and turned his head.

The girl next to him gave him a slightly lowered side profile, her face calm and without any big reaction.

...what's the situation?

Are you working so hard to make your lover's disguise plan perfect?

But Lin Sen feels that some bottom lines still need to be adhered to.

Sleeping in one room is a bit too scary.

"It should be no problem. My main feature is my tough skin and strong body. I can withstand and build things."

Lin Sen felt that his expression was obvious enough.

But he found that this time Miss Ito looked up at him with a serious look on her face.

"Senior, you have come all the way to my home. There is no reason for you to suffer like this."

Wow.

Although I am really touched that the junior lady cares so much about my comfort, and I understand that she can be a bit picky at times, but isn't it a bit inappropriate to appear at this time and occasion?

Linsen people are a little bit numb.

"But."

I wanted to say a few more words, but I didn't expect that the old man in the family had already burst out laughing with his hands covering his mouth.

At some point, he slipped behind Lin Sen and patted him gently on the back.

"Alright! Xiaolin, do you want to give me a stereotype of being pretentious and artificial and ruin the impression I've always had of you?"

"this."

"I don't think Xiaolin is a gentleman who can remain calm even when faced with a woman's sensual pleasure. But are you a child without any bottom line? I trust my own judgment."

The old man half-smiled and grabbed the shoulders of the two young men, almost pushing them to the door of a bedroom.

The words that came out were shocking:

"If you care so much, then that means Xiaolin and Xiaoguozi haven't had it yet... um, right?"

"..."

Silence is an answer.

Then the old man patted the two children's backs with a smile, put his hands down, and turned around.

"Hurry up, hurry up. The room hasn't been cleaned for a long time. Get ready and go to bed. If you make any more noise later, it will disturb my rest."

Chapter 80 A Trivial and Beautiful Night

The light in the bedroom is a pull-out light that looks very old-fashioned.

The short-haired girl skillfully found the direction of the dangling rope in the dark room and pulled it with ease.

Following the light source, I found a ceiling lamp with a vintage feel, even the pattern on the cover. Although it had a somewhat old feel, it also had a cleanliness that seemed to be frequently cleaned.

On the opposite wall hung a calendar, a 1981 edition that looked like it had been used for a long time.

There was a small, floor-to-ceiling cabinet against the left wall of the room. In the middle was a transparent section, the glass decorated with a few simple flower-shaped stickers, and inside was an antique-looking tape player.

Atop the cabinet were a few notebooks and a basic English vocabulary book, probably left over from high school. Next to it was a glass jar, half-filled with hand-folded paper stars and a few small paper cranes on top.

Next to the cabinet is a small square table. The only decoration on it is a rusty pencil case, which has been converted into a small storage box for daily necessities such as phone books, batteries, cotton swabs and Band-Aids.

As for the right side of the room, there is a large wardrobe integrated into the wall.

The floor inside the house was quite old, and the material was obviously different from the old wood outside the door. It was covered with a layer of tatami. It looked like it didn't welcome slippers.

As expected by Lin Sen, the short-haired girl skillfully threw her slippers outside the door, walked into the house wearing only her white socks, and ran towards the closet.

He opened the door sideways and took out two mattress pads, a bed sheet and a quilt from the built-in storage compartment one by one.

He turned around again and looked at Lin Sen who was still standing outside the door with some confusion.

"Come in, senior."

Lin Sen was really not used to the traditional Japanese way of walking on the floor with bare feet or socks.

It took me a while to adjust to the stiff slippers as I stepped in. I picked up my own mattress and spread it out on the side closest to the table, then broke into a cold sweat as I looked at the 1.8-meter length.

"This is my spare blanket. I haven't used it many times."

Miss Ito seemed to realize that the size was not right, and looked at Lin Sen awkwardly, whose height exceeded the length of the quilt.

"Just make do with it? Or..."

"It's not a big problem."

Lin Sen was not one to be fussy about small matters. Furthermore, since he had finally accepted the invitation to stay overnight, there was no need to be coy and polite.

He put down the backpack he was carrying, sat on the floor beside his bed, unzipped the backpack and started taking things out.

I put aside the manuscript paper and pen and took out a few books I had found from the abundant bookcase of a flamingo.

The evenings seemed to be lacking in entertainment. Bringing these books was a wise move.

"Can I use the bathroom?"

"of course can!"

Responding casually, Ito Nishika was still squatting in front of the wardrobe, picking out a few pieces of underwear as usual, and just as he was about to stand up with them in his arms, he realized the fact that his behavior was related to the presence of another person in the room.

Like a frightened cat, he hastily stuffed his personal belongings back into the closet, his cheeks burning as he glanced across the room. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a young man sitting cross-legged, silently reading a book spread across his lap.

But then he reacted, and with his rather flustered and stiff body, he stood up straight and faced him.

"Grandma should have just finished washing by now. Um...we should go in staggered shifts, and then when we're alone, we can prepare our own changes of clothes?"

It was a reasonable suggestion. So the young man, who had been staring intently, nodded in agreement without turning his head.

"Sure. By the way, is there a place to do laundry?"

"Yes. There's a small compartment behind the kitchen. The sink and the coarse soap next to it are used for washing clothes. Oh, and if you want to hang...dry the clothes, I'll have to trouble you to use the small balcony next to the kitchen on the first floor..."

"Understood. Ito, go first. Remember to knock on the door to remind me when you come back."

"it is good..."

Hearing the girl's hesitant response, the young man finally realized something. He closed the novel and turned to face the left wall of the house, leaving her with only his back.

"Sorry, I forgot. Go get your clothes and get out."

"Um..."

After this answer, Lin Sen heard a sigh of relief.

After a while, there was a gentle sound of kicking the ground.

As the door opened and closed with a bang, he was the only one left in the room.

Adjusting my posture, I started to read again this strange story novel which can be regarded as a low-end Japanese version of Shan Hai Jing.

The so-called eight million gods are so weird, they feel like a makeshift troupe.

I finally picked out a familiar kappa from the illustrations. Before I could even start squinting at the vertical text that was against reading habits and read the related text and legends, I heard a knock on the door.

"Um, Senior, I'm fine now."

I had no choice but to put down what I was doing and turn back to the paper stars on the jar of cabinet:

"come in."

The sound of the door opening inexplicably gives people a sense of caution.

Then, I could vaguely feel the heat coming towards me. It had the refreshing scent of shampoo, mixed with a strange, delicate fragrance that made my heart beat faster for no apparent reason.

In his two lives, this was the first time he had faced a person of the opposite sex of the same age who had just finished bathing. Lin Sen was somewhat surprised by his body's instinctive reaction.

The effect of hormones? The so-called gender differences.

It was an experience I had never experienced before, especially when I heard the rustling sound of someone crawling under the quilt behind me.

There was an itchy feeling in my heart, and a strange feeling of depression in my chest.

Hard to bear.

Fortunately, after a while, a low sound like a cat's meow came from behind me.

It seemed as if his head was also covered by the quilt, and he was making sobbing sounds.

"Senior, please go too."

Turning around, I saw that there was only a heap of quilt on the bed next to me, and a girl curled up in it.

I was amused a little bit at once, and my mood gradually returned to peace.

He simply took out a change of clothes from his backpack, rushed out of the house and finished everything quickly.

Get it done quickly.

However, when he was about to go upstairs, he ran into the elderly man in the family sitting at the small round table at the corner of the stairs.

The old lady changed into her home bathrobe, put on her reading glasses, faced the lighted desk lamp, and slowly filled in a fill-in-the-blank landscape painting exercise book in front of her with a colored pen.

Glance over and stare.

He probably understood this atmosphere. So, Lin Sen walked over to the table, pulled out a chair, sat down, and waited for the old man, who had turned his head back to fill in the painting bit by bit, to speak:

"Xiao Lin, what's your job?"

"At the moment, it's mainly copywriters, fiction writers."

"so."

The old man hummed and slowly put down his pen.

ponder for a moment.

"Is there something hidden about Xiao Guozi's work?"