I found a quiet place and went back. The phone was connected. It was the editor-in-chief of a publishing house over there. He saw Huo Yu's paintings left in various coffee shops and wanted to contact her to publish a picture album.
After a few simple words, Huo Yu hung up the phone. Of course she wanted to publish a picture album, but she didn't have the energy to do it yet.
Is this a case of a blind cat encountering a dead mouse
Curling her lips, she dragged her luggage and walked out. She just wanted to leave those things behind and let that person see them. If they really had a connection, then he should also appear in those places, and he might be able to see them.
As a result, Shen Mo didn't find him, but he attracted an editor from a publishing house who was traveling abroad.
After leaving the airport, I got into a taxi and gave my address.
The taxi slowly drove away. More than 20 minutes later, a man wearing a long black coat walked out of the airport gate and stopped a taxi as well.
April is the peak tourist season in Japan. Huo Yu did not stay in a luxurious hotel, but found a folk hotel. The proprietress who received her was an elderly lady. She was wearing a kimono, which made people feel calm just looking at her. .
Huo Yu's Japanese was very good and he had no problem communicating. He learned from the landlady that this year's cherry blossoms seemed to arrive later than in previous years due to the weather.
Huo Yu was used to seeing foreigners with blond hair and blue eyes, but now that he came here and the streets were full of yellow people, Huo Yu was not used to it.
She stayed in Tokyo for a few days and drew pictures of every place she thought was beautiful. This time, she did not put the drawings in cafes, but in famous Japanese izakayas and some ramen shops.
As long as people let her go, Huo Yu would never tire of it.
The last painting left in Tokyo has the words next to it - "Tomorrow I will leave here and go to Shizuoka. You once promised to accompany me to see the cherry blossoms blooming under Mount Fuji. Will you break your promise?"
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At night, the Tokyo Tower was quietly lit, and Shen Mo stood in front of the French window of the hotel, playing with a cigarette in his hand but not smoking.
For a long time, he relied on cigarettes and sleeping pills to survive, and even went to the hospital for this.
He was lucky enough to meet a good person and send him to the hospital, otherwise Shen Mo would have gone to God to report.
After that time, he never smoked again. When he really felt like smoking, he would just take out one and play with it.
After standing quietly for a while, Shen Mo took out his phone from his pocket and clicked on the photo. There were three photos in it, all of which were things Huo Yu left in the same coffee shop when he was in Denmark.
One of them said - "My parents met under the cherry blossoms, can we do the same?"
Familiar painting style, familiar handwriting. Because of this, Shen Mo came to Japan by accident. He didn't know when Huo Yu left it. Maybe it was when she was traveling with that man.
But he still came...
His little raindrop... He really missed her.
Throwing the cigarette in his hand into the trash can, Shen Mo grabbed two sleeping pills, swallowed them, fell on the bed, and went to sleep.
On the table is a ticket from Tokyo to Shizuoka, sleeping quietly.
Early the next morning, Shen Mo checked out of the room and walked out of the hotel. A cold wind hit his face. He quickly walked into a ramen shop, ordered a bowl of hot ramen and sat down.
Turn your eyes slightly and freeze...