Chapter 32

Every day when I go out with paper and pen, Lan Tang is like a poet who observes the world.

He is sometimes cold and sometimes confused, and occasionally feels heartbroken about his motherland, and he involuntarily wants to escape. This year, Yokohama's special environment gave him a clear understanding of the world.

This is not a carefree paradise.

"Thank you for your rescue. I am Katerlin, a French traveler who came to Japan to visit." The European girl rescued by Lan Tang out of empathy, wearing the latest gauze hat, was not afraid that she would be almost dragged in.

What happened in the alley was that I patted my long skirt and said to the long-haired gentleman who saved her with interest.

If it were the Japanese who saved her, Katerlin might not have been so proactive.

This gentleman was so beautiful. She thought about it until the young man who was afraid of the cold with furry earmuffs was slightly stunned. He looked at him with golden green eyes from some angles and answered her in French of his compatriots: "Hello, I

‌is a Frenchman.”

Katerin's romantic mood quickly faded, and she returned to her reserved smile, "What a coincidence."

Her heart wailed, God, why should a French fellow save her? Even if it is Italian... No, even if it is German, British can do it.

Half an hour later, in a cafe, Katerin sat opposite her newly-know Mr. Lan Tang. Katerin complained about her affairs without any warning, "Mr. Lan Tang, I have four boyfriends, and I came out to get along with me.

A Japanese-American mixed-race military officer who is the latest encounter, he is so handsome and doesn't mind being my lover at all. Oh, John is not as good-looking as Mr. Lan Tang, but it's already great in poor Japan..."

Lan Tang: "..."

Caterin said to himself: "Who knew that Yokohama was so chaotic, only the French fellows would lend a helping hand."

After looking up and down, left and right, Katerlin wiped the saliva that she wanted to flow out.

It is good-looking, but... the risk of being worn with cow horns is too high.

The people of my country know about their own people.

"Mr. Lan Tang has been in Japan for several years, and I believe he doesn't know much about domestic affairs." After a preliminary conversation with him, Katerin rejoices to save his life, "I know everything I want to know.

”

Lan Tang put his black top hat beside the table, held up the coffee cup and sucked it lightly, and asked, "Is the domestic war over?"

"War? According to those politicians, it should be 'never happened'." Caterin's shrugged was very ladylike, and her good birth made her know more. These are not secrets to the middle and upper class people in France.

"The situation in the country is quite tense. I advise Mr. Lan Tang not to return to China, and it will take a few years to go."

Lan Tang's face was melancholy and wanted to return to China, but he was afraid that something would happen once he returned to China.

Katerin said curiously: "Mr. Lan Tang, do you look like a civilian, and your ancestors have aristocratic blood?"

Lan Tang shook her head and answered her.

Katlin continued to stir the coffee, and the exquisite manicures showed a pink color on the spoon. "If the family hadn't been worried about the risk of upper blood exchange, who would have been willing to hide in this countryside, the air was filled with the salty smell of the sea breeze, pity my other

The three boyfriends are still abroad, and I don’t know how long it will take to meet him..."

Lan Tang heard her speak and couldn't hide her disdain for Japan, and frowned, "Why do you say that?"

Katerin covered her mouth straightforwardly: "Don't you know? Japan was defeated."

Lan Tang nodded: "But I heard that France didn't seem to win very beautifully."

Caterin doesn't care: "No loss is a win, France is a big country, and Japan is just an island country on the sea."

After Lan Tang clarified the logic of the French girl, he was speechless.

Katerin said lively: "Mr. Lan Tang, do you have a girlfriend? Are Japanese girls beautiful?"

Lan Tang was neither good nor bad about her senses, "I have a boyfriend."

Katerin leaned against the chair and said exaggeratedly: "Oh my God, I will pay attention to your love rival in the future."

Lan Tang said calmly: "You won't touch him."

Qiu‌ won’t like this kind of girl.

Katerin heard his confidence, "What kind of professional is Mr. Lan Tang?"

Lan Tang said gracefully: "Poet."

"I have to read it well. I have always been interested in the classical poetry of the sixth century, but unfortunately no one reads the creation." Caterin became interested in it instantly and did not look down on this profession at all, because the artistic atmosphere of France is different from that of France.

The country is much richer, right, it is targeted at Britain, but they have Paris, which is known as the fashion capital.

Lan Tang glanced at her, not sure if she was getting close to her.

Katerin knew he was doubting himself at first sight and explained with a wry smile: "I haven't lie to you, let alone I'm not very interested in my fellow French people. You are such a temperamental person, I can't eat it."

Lan Tang said, "You use words too vulgar."

Katerin held up her cheeks and simply stopped drinking the coffee that tasted so good. "It's abroad, no one cares about it."

Lan Tang could not feel the danger from her body. After chatting on the topic of poetry for a while, she confirmed that the girl had put in hard work on poetry and the poem she wrote was full of sharp explosive power.

The afternoon tea time was unexpectedly pleasant, and Caterin became the first Frenchman Lan Tang wanted to make friends with.

When they parted, Lan Tang asked her: "Miss Caterin, can you help me check a French officer?"

Katerin teased: "Is it your ex-boyfriend?"

Lan Tang raised his eyes slightly, his eyes too deep and cold, Katerlin silent, and lowered his head shyly in a ladylike manner.

"No, he is the master of a story that I have heard of tragedy."

"His name is…?"

"Andre Gide."

As soon as this name came out, Katerin, who had connections in the military and political circles, heard something, and unconsciously raised her finger and opened it again, "This person... is very famous in France recently." She said such a description, and her eyes looked like this

From cunning to ‌There is a hint of compassion, and the fingers covered with a layer of white lace gloves stroked the antique coin necklace around the neck, "A pathetic escapee, a traitor nailed to the pillar of shame, the ghost of his hometown."

"Mr. Lan Tang, what do you know about him? In the first place, most people can do nothing."

“I feel sad.”

Lan Tang said in a calm tone because Qiu‌ let him contact more feelings.

He was not satisfied with this story, not in the middle or the ending, he wanted to change the bad decision of his motherland.

Katerin was silent and smiled and said, "Mr. Lan Tang is a kind person."

Lan Tang replied: "I am not, I know, I just can't bear to let the motherland give up such a person."

Katerin sighed, looking lost in each other.

"What can you help him..."

The melancholy voice of the French girl, accompanied by the wind in this gray era, held Lan Tang's thoughts.

yes.

What can he do when he learns the authenticity of the story?

Aso Akira opened the door with the key and heard the sound of piano coming out of the living room. Lan Tang, who had not returned to his home dress, took off his coat and coat, and rarely wore only a shirt, vest and trousers. The hands of the French young man were on the piano keys.

He danced gently, the piano sounded so much, and Aki Aso relaxed and listened without disturbing him, leaning against the wall.

After finishing the song, Lan Tang asked the man closest to the world: "What can I do?"

Aso Akira said word by word: "As long as you think, the whole world is your adventure paradise. You can do everything you are willing to do. If you don't have any thoughts, why not start from what you are best at.

.”

Lan Tang said: Is it useful to write poetry?

Aso Akira bent her mouth: "It depends on who she is right."

Some people regard them as dust, while others regard them as precious things, such as him, who is waiting for poetry.

Lan Tang seemed to see his intention and turned his head embarrassedly, "Qiu‌, I have written a poem for you."

"When will you have the confidence to read the poems you use to practice to me in bed?" Aso Aki stretched out his hand from behind Lan Tang, not to hug him, but to touch the piano, a song of this world

‌Xu You, ‌Xu Wei's "Ode to Joy" was played lightly.

The sad atmosphere was driven away.

"What I want is that you have gathered all the love."

Aso Aki kissed him and sootheed his lover's soul, and then both laughed.

Lan Tang thought of the rich history of French girls' interactions and quipped: "Qiu‌ is too greedy."

However, he likes to always look forward and hold the current autumn.

He also wants to see more...

Until I wrote a poem representing the soul for Qiu‌.

at night.

The two were whispering, "I heard from my French compatriots that Japan is the countryside?" "Lan Tang, are you discriminating against country people? Be careful that the next novel will become a country lady." "No." "Then take it

I have your French expression and follow the customs of the countryside. You are half a countryman, but my colleagues know that I have a French wife~."

Before falling asleep, Lan Tang thought of many things, including stories, poems, and his own past...

If Japan is a remote place, what is the point of coming here by yourself?

If he had a spy mission.

The object of the undercover agent is Qiu‌?!!

...

"The Most Sublime Love": The Most Sublime Love, it is better than memory. I have created all my time from the fire without stove. In what kind of fate do you describe my story and in what kind of sleep do you see

Your honor, ah, my place of residence...
Chapter completed!