Nara is a city dominated by tourism. Of course, hotels are not difficult to find. In the end, Zhang Yuan chose a hotel with a more elegant environment. There are no tall buildings, but the kind with small bridges and flowing water, especially the very tall buildings here. The old cherry tree, the long string of white and pink cherry blossoms full of branches, is very pleasing to the eye. It feels like leaving the hustle and bustle of the city and coming to a paradise.
Of course, although this is a tourist city with a large number of tourists, the rooms are still very sufficient. There will never be one room left, which is often seen in TV dramas. Then the male host and the female host have no choice but to stay. In the end, the half-push half becomes a good thing. The story, although Zhang Yuan was looking forward to this, the hotel receptionist still ruthlessly broke his dream.
There are just two business suites next to each other.
When he took out his credit card, Zhang Yuan couldn't help but said to Yumiko: "Why don't you open one and save $1,000 a day to buy you clothes?"
Unexpectedly, Yumiko replied carelessly, "Why should I save you money?"
"Not for me, but for you."
"I have no shortage of clothes."
In one sentence, Zhang Yuan died, but Zhang Yuan was not discouraged. He said patiently: "I think you are a girl with the virtue of economy, otherwise you wouldn't care about it with a taxi driver just now, tens of thousands of yen. You have to bargain. Generally, people who have the habit of saving will be ashamed of spending more unnecessary money, so in order to avoid shame for you, I think it is appropriate to open a room."
"It's really high-sounding." Yumiko was amused. "I thought you should be begging me, but now it seems to be for my good. However, no girl who saves money will not be a jerk because he wants to save money for the jerk. Live in a room."
Seeing the two people quarreling, the waiter at the reception covered his mouth and smiled, showing a cute little tiger tooth between her fingers, and then she said: "Sir, I think you still want two rooms, because your problem is not about saving money. The problem, and..." The waiter smiled and said: "Each person has a room. Maybe you have any other gains, sir. Our Nara girls are very beautiful."
"That means..." Zhang Yuan understood immediately. The waiter was talking about the young ladies who haunted the hotel. It seems that this thing is popular in hotels in any country, the rich and the foreigners who live in high-end hotels. The money is naturally much better. Zhang Yuan came over, then threw the credit card, "Then open two, but I'm not interested in those who assist in communication."
The waitress went through the formalities and said: "Not necessarily, sir is so handsome, you can meet girls in the restaurant or in the swimming pool."
"This is a good idea." Zhang Yuan glanced at Yumiko who was standing next to him, deliberately trying to test her reaction, so he said to the waitress: "Then I can get to know you."
"Of course." The waitress was very hearty, but she went on to say: "But I won't sleep with you. We are friends at most, and I already have a boyfriend." The Japanese girl is a Japanese girl, and she speaks so directly. Whether you can sleep or not can be as easy as shaking hands, which is really different from our domestic girls.
The other party directly asked Zhang Yuan, "Why? I heard that Japanese girls are quite open."
"But there are exceptions." The waitress showed her little teeth again, and said with a smile: "Mr. Elephant's girlfriend, isn't it? In fact, it's not that the girls are conservative, but the feelings have not yet reached that point."
When I was in the building, Yumiko was in a good mood, and she was very happy when she saw Zhang Yuanniu's failure.
Zhang Yuan was frustrated, but it was pretending. In fact, he was still very happy. Yumiko's performance showed that she was still very interesting to herself. A little jealousy showed that the girls started to like herself. My sister was interesting to me, younger sister. It’s also interesting to myself, wow, the blessing of Qi people, the two flowers are so beautiful...
Zhang Yuan walked into his room almost drooling. After returning to the room, he put down his luggage and told Yumiko to take a shower and rest.
Close the door, take off your clothes, put a pool of water, lie in it, and take a hot bath after the murder is definitely the best choice. It is wrapped in warm and refreshing warm water, and it feels washed away, dirty and washed away. Bloody, washed away those desperate gray eyes in the memory, all relaxed.
Zhang Yuan was lying in the bathtub, looking at the roof, thinking of Ewha for no reason. That face would be pretty without the black scars? What a beautiful girl that is. But Zhang Yuan suddenly thought, why do I think of beauty when I think of Ewha? If her face really has a black scar and I can't heal it, will I still worry about her? Then I would still want to be responsible to her, and would I still want to find her back
Zhang Yuan thought about it and thought, am I a superficial man who values looks so much? Probably not, or else I wouldn't know her and develop with her. But then he changed his mind and thought again, but at that time I still had an idea to help her heal the black scar. If I don't have any peach blossom skills, would I still want to develop with him
Think about it and then think about it, and it feels like a round curve in a maze. No matter how you go around, you will always go around this curve in the end.
At this moment, Zhang Yuan suddenly thought of a story, saying that the old monk and the young monk went down the mountain and saw a beautiful young woman who could not cross the river by a small river, so the old monk crossed the river with the woman on his back, and then the old monk and the young monk Keep walking, and walked for several miles, Xiaohe decided to stop entangled here when he thought of this. Isn't it all right to go around himself? The black scars on Ewha's face are fake. She has already let go of the black scars, and why hasn't she let go.
However, although he no longer thinks about this question, he thinks of other questions: Why am I so erotic, because of the peach blossom? Or is it the nature of a man? Why do you like them when you see beautiful women, and want to get them? Just like the waitress just now, if she agreed just now, would she still refuse
Zhang Yuan has a headache. He does not want to admit that he is a radish, and he does not want to blame all the blame on the nature of the man.
"It seems that Yumiko is right. I am a bastard." Zhang Yuan sighed, and then added, "Conscientious bastard."
But the bastard is a bastard. Some things still need to be done. In an instant, he released his sense of exploration, which is what he must do first whenever he goes to a place.
Of course, he can make up 10,000 reasons for himself. In fact, he still knows in his heart that the root cause, to put it bluntly, is not to look at beautiful women.
Zhang Yuan sometimes wonders, did the previous peach blossom masters do the same? When you reach a place, first turn on the beauty search radar, and then get the right women locked one by one? Do whatever you want, regardless of the consequences
Fortunately, there are some things he can't do, and so far, he has not taken the initiative to contact any woman on the search radar. His women have appeared by his side because of some connection or some coincidence.
The so-called don't know if you don't search, a search will scare you a lot. Zhang Yuan released his sense of exploration, and when he searched like this, his expression suddenly became sluggish.
No, it’s not that there are too many beauties. A small city, no matter how good the soil is, the number of beauties can’t be compared with that of a big city. There are so many beauties in Tokyo, not to mention Nara, like the waitress downstairs who was searching the radar It's just a middle-lower.
What surprised Zhang Yuan was that he was searching the radar. There was a huge spot of light. In fact, Zhang Yuan’s thinking was just a perception, an indescribable feeling, just like the emperor, he knew everything to him. This is an abstract feeling, not a spot of light like a real radar.
Zhang Yuan’s exploratory power actively attracted his attention, and he found the location of that huge light spot. It was a light spot that Zhang Yuan had never seen before. Even Fan Jiaojiao and Jinggong Lihua couldn’t match it. There are really people, Zhang. Yuan is also looking forward to it, what kind of woman is this? Isn't it beautiful? Is it pure
Inside the Tangzhao Temple, Sanxiao Temple.
In the central room of the nunnery, Master Ruo Jing is holding a Chinese ancient book in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. She seems to be looking at the orphaned ancient book in thread in her hand, but she doesn't seem to be looking at it, because she closed her eyes and dressed plainly. The thick hemp cassock is a Buddhist women's dress with a round hook on the right shoulder. It feels detached.
But don't think she is the kind of fairy who doesn't eat fireworks. In fact, she is a middle-aged woman who looks ordinary and can't be too ordinary, even older than middle-aged, and still has a bald head. That appearance says no. It was terrible, at least no one would have any thoughts about her, such as desires, because of seeing her.
Suddenly, she saw Master Ruojing's fingers move, and the tea bowl in her hand shook very slightly, making a subtle and crisp crash of porcelain, and then she opened her eyes with a light "Huh", but soon, she She closed her eyes again, and put her hands down, then put her hands together, and her mouth kept chanting the Buddha's name softly.
That's right, the huge spot of light that Zhang Yuan saw was this old nun. This made Zhang Yuan extremely depressed. He began to wonder if the woman found by Tao Hua Gong was really beautiful? Why is this bad old lady selected? From the perspective of anyone's aesthetics, this is not a beauty. Is it the Martian who invented the peach blossom? Wouldn't the Martian aesthetics be so bad
But just before Zhang Yuan's thoughts turned, he suddenly saw that bad old nun turned into a young beauty, becoming too fast like a blink of an eye, faster than a blink of an eye. , It is so beautiful, especially the peach blossom eyes that seem to contain infinite spring water, tempting to commit crimes.
Then, the young woman smiled at Zhang Yuan, and then slowly eased the Cairo shirt with her hands. The clothes slipped like a veil, and the long pink neck was like a jade-scented shoulder. The round white jade steamed buns appeared from the front of the dress...