Chapter 3 Your dad is my fan

Women are fickle, but there is something in women that is far more firm than men, that is, the pursuit of happiness.

I have heard of the beautiful scenery of Hokkaido. I heard that there are different flavors all year round, retaining the rare primitive temptation of Fusang Island.

Although there are many snow-capped mountains and volcanoes there, I haven’t heard anyone in Japan who specializes in seeing snow. When I heard my sister say this, I frowned and asked: Sister, is it cold in winter?

The sister opened her mouth and raised her pink neck and said, "Oh...you're almost killing me. Did you treat me like this the next day? Do you go or not...

After saying that, she began to push my chest and said that I had a full understanding of Sister Wenzi's noisy and ghosts, which was quite inconsistent with her age. She hurriedly pulled her wrist and smiled and said: OK, OK, go... Sister, what time is it, you should go to work, right? Huh... It's past seven o'clock, I'm leaving.

Speaking of work, my sister immediately changed her face and struggled to sit up next to me and wanted to get out of bed.

But probably because of excessive indulgence last night, Wenzi's legs had not adapted to gravity yet. As soon as he stood up, he shook his body and almost fell to the bottom of the bed.

Sister, are you... OK? Don't go...

I'm really worried about Ah

No, there are a few things to deal with today... it's all you!

My sister moved towards the living room while holding the edge of the bed

As I was about to get up and help her, my sister suddenly attacked me and rushed towards me without saying a word. She hugged and kissed my stubborn lips: Dear master, let's sleep for a while, I'm fine!...

Looking at her eye waves that looked like spring water, at this moment, it seemed that a string was being plucked in her heart.

Women are fickle, but there is something in women that is far more firm than men, that is, their pursuit of happiness.

My sister gave me all her, pursuing the lost happiness in the past in her way

Yeah, what about me?

At this moment, I could only fall on the sheet where the wet marks were not yet dried, and I slept back to my sleep. After all, I still have to cheer up and deal with someone today.

When I opened my eyes again, it was almost noon

I picked up my cute pants in the corner of the bedroom, looked out my phone and took a look. Sure enough, Masako sent me a meal notice: Jin was having dinner with her father at 7 o'clock in the evening. You have to pick me up first. Ah

I hurried back. OK. I got up and put on my clothes. I looked at the messy sheets behind me and said to myself: When my sister comes back, I will pack up... Maybe she wants to keep it as a souvenir, hehe...

Such evil thoughts arose in my mind. While I picked up the chicken pieces that were already cold on the table, stuffing them into my mouth, and chewed them while rushing out of my sister's house.

The next task is very simple. I have to take care of my appearance and leave a very good first impression on the Councillor.

I'll go to cut my hair first, don't think I'm leaving such long hair to show my artist's temperament. In fact, I can't say that Ah Fusang haircut is only expensive. Even the simplest washing, cutting and blowing costs about two, three hundred yuan, not to mention dyeing and perming! I remember when I was in Beijing, my blood (the hair has color all year round, and it changes slightly every month and every three months, but when I got here, I forced my hair to be blackened again.

So I endured the pain and lost blood, and asked the barber to make me a short hair that suited my face shape. After cutting it, the barber kept giving me a thumbs up and praised me as a man. I kept asking him to help me deal with the mustache under my chin.

Finally, I looked in the mirror and saw that Is this still me?

The hairstyle is quite popular, with long temples and the broken hair on the back of my head, and it is also moderately fine, but after I lose my beard, I became two more scholarly and angry out of thin air, and I feel weird

Just like this, I guess even Masako won't recognize her for a while!

After cutting my hair, I rushed back to my broken apartment in the car and started to choose the most suitable dress for me to wear at night.

I figured out the thoughts of the old congressman. Although the place to treat guests was a bit expensive, it should also be a dinner like family meetings. If I wear it too formally, I might be considered too reserved by the old man. So I finally chose a black casual shirt and had an eagle embroidered on my chest. I used this pattern to make up for the lack of blood on my face.

Everything is ready, and at about 4 pm, I drove to Akasaka Building

Taking the elevator to the 22nd floor, the first thing I did was to run to my sister's office to see if she had recovered. After reporting to her secretary, I gently pushed open the door and saw my sister holding her back to the door, talking to the person in charge of a certain film dealer.

My sister seemed to hear Kara who was holding onto the door and turned her head. Well, she looked very good today, but her eyes looked very tired, which was really difficult for her...

My sister saw me, while she was still talking on the phone, her eyes wide open, with an incredible look on her face, and then her surprised expression rippled on her melon-shaped face, turning into a growing smile.

After finally finishing the phone, Wenzi put the receiver on and ran to me and kept his throat and said softly: Why did you cut your hair? Your chin is so clean, it looks much smaller! Huh, what a handsome little master Ah!

I thought to myself that I couldn't get along with Junqiao, so I touched Xinxin's hair corner: That's right... I'm going to have dinner with Masako's father tonight, so... I cut it a little normal

oh!

After hearing this, Sister Wenzi immediately learned how Masako bit her lip, and even learned tone: Jin, I'm so happy, Dad will see Sn in law tonight

I laughed in silence, hugged her waist and sniffed at the bottom of her ear, saying, "What are you talking about? Yesterday you said you wanted my child, but I don't know if you have any help from Cheng when I come back, so you have to work harder!"

Now she was finally embarrassed. When her sister was shy, she liked to talk to him, or changed her face to divert my attention: You, who wants any child... Go and care about your Masako, go and go quickly, don't let your father-in-law wait in a hurry...

After saying that, I sent me out of the office with my push and hug.

Huh! I said no, who was anxious when I saw it...

I was touching the new hairstyle that I had just finished cutting at the door of Wenzi's office and sighed, making my sister's secretary confused.

Falling in love with someone who doesn't go home...

While humming a melody in a tactile manner, I opened the door of my office that I hadn't touched for a long time, and the cute little Masako appeared in front of me.

Maybe because he was going to see his father at night, Masako did not come to work in a suit today, but instead wore a black turtleneck shirt on her upper body, and a slightly ancient silver chain hanging around her neck.

This shirt highlights her slender figure with a concave and elegant appearance, and she is as quiet and elegant as a black swan standing out of the water.

Kim Ah, so boring, why can you not go to work... While holding his cheek to browse the web, he yelled with his thick pink lips

Not only can I not go to work, but I also feel very happy with the big boss...

I thought to myself that the relationship between Wenzi and me would one day have to discuss it with Masako, but it is definitely not that in order to hide the image that cannot be helped, I deliberately touched the back of my head and laughed: Masako, aren’t you committed to social research? I just provided you with a lot of time in the office? Besides, I am an artist and you are a white-collar worker. Why don’t we change roles? Huh?

Masako seemed to selectively ignore my words of flirting with Ke and hit Tan. She raised her head and a surprise flashed in the long willow eyes behind the black-framed glasses: Jin, your head... and your beard are gone.

What's my head gone!

Masako's statement is problematic. It sounds like cursing me to die or not. I couldn't help but frown and smiled bitterly: I didn't meet my uncle Ah at night, of course I have to... show it in this positive image. Do you think so?

Masako bit her sexy lips and nodded her head. I saw that she looked so cute, and her worries about supper tonight were reduced a little. She went to the computer screen and looked at it. It was almost five o'clock, so she turned around and asked Masako: Masako, Hashimu Ding is quite far from here. Should we leave now?

Although I have never been to Oriental Wenhua, it is famous and I don’t think it’s OK to not hear or talk about it.

Even if I drive now, it is a problem whether there is a parking space or not.

Masako was so angry that she could walk early that she was naturally in line with her mind, so we put on coats and headed towards the elevator.

Masako also wore a short windbreaker today, with the sleeves of the shirt exposed on the outside, and the collar of the windbreaker particularly highlighting her long and soft neck curve.

The more I looked at it, the more seductive I felt, and I couldn't help but secretly coughed next to her ear.

Don't move around if you hate it for a while

Obey the order!

So at about six o'clock, Masako and I had already appeared before the night view of the gorgeous and flickering sea of ​​lights in the Oriental Mandarin

This famous international metropolis on the Mitsui Tower of Fusang Bridge in Tokyo is welcoming wealthy people and poets from all over the world with a very high attitude.

I see, I am probably the only one who came here involuntarily tonight!

This place has always been rumored to be known as oriental scenery and Fusang traditions. The interior ditches inside the hotel are themed on the h forest and water. The intention is to express the entire hotel as an urban oasis rooted in the profound history of Fusang Bridge. It can truly cleanse the mind and mind. When I got off the elevator on the 30th floor, Masako and I walked towards the strange style gate of the Wenhua Hotel.

Do you have a reservation sir?

The grand show is different. Even the waitress standing at the door is about the same size as Masako. She is wearing a goose yellow kimono, and a small peach blossom is attached to her eyelids.

Yes

I said

Sir, your last name is...

Watanabe

I reported it without thinking

The waitress looked through the documents in her hand, and after two seconds, she raised her head full of chopsticks and smiled at me with a very standard geisha-like smile: Oh, Mr. Watanabe Ah, please come with me.

Through the corridor that made me dizzy, the waitress led us to a private room

Because it is traditional here, there are many small private rooms, which are about the size of a family of four. The floor is covered with tatami floors, and even two small lanterns are hung on the door beams, which are very similar to the street tavern decorations in the Edo era. I thought to myself that Uncle Tian should have come here to enjoy it often!

The moment the lady opened the door of the box, the image of a bald man in his fifties came into my eyes.

This man is undoubtedly the former Fusang Post Secretary and the current Democratic Party member. My Masako's father, Hideo Watanabe, is undoubtedly the case.

He could indeed see the reflection of Masako in his appearance, with a pair of classic Fuso-style slender eyes, a high nose bridge, and a thick and hard lips. He looked even more like the gang leader in the movie than Uncle Tian.

I probably know why Masako is so obedient and obedient. My dad is so serious and steady. I wouldn’t dare to cause trouble in front of him when I was a child!

Dad, we're here

Masako bowed to the uncle of the parliamentarian, took off her high heels and walked into the private room

And this night will make me laugh and cry. The most dramatic scene for me in 2008 happened.

I have simulated the scenes when I met Masako's father countless times in my mind. I secretly prepared to deal with all kinds of difficult problems several times, but I thought about it and calculated it all, but I didn't expect the development of things to be like this.

The Watanabe MP ignored his daughter at all. From the moment the door was pulled open, his eyes were staring at my face without a moment.

My lips were broadcasted by his eyes. I was about to go up to say hello to him, but I forced my gaze to interrupt Medusa's gaze. The expression on the MP's cold face became more and more strange. Finally, his gray eyebrows slammed and asked me: Are you...yes, Jinfeng?

When I heard this, my mind immediately became blank. I had never seen Masako's father before. Even if I had met on the road, could he still recognize me after shaving my beard and changing my hairstyle?

When Masako heard her father's words, she almost stood up from her seat, and her little face changed color and said without saying: Dad, he, I...he is not...

What's his, come, please sit

The Watanabe MP looked at Masako with anger, as if she was blaming her for being disobedient. Then he turned his head and gave me a flattered smile: I heard Masako say that you are Chinese, and I had a strange premonition, but I didn't expect it was you!

Uncle...Uncle...My name is Jinfeng, but...

This is great. All the words I prepared before were invalid. I stammered and didn't know what to say.

The MP did not care at all and still called me to sit beside him

What else can I do except be obedient now?

After I sat down, my uncle looked at me with a look of praise that made me feel that my life over the past twenty years was full of legends and glory, and patted me on the shoulder: Jinjun, I have seen your performances. We in Fusang haven’t seen a talented young rope master like you for a long time!

At that moment, I really couldn't believe my ears

I was uneasy before and prepared more than a dozen plans to deal with Masako's father's question. However, when I met, my uncle recognized me, who was completely different from what I had been ten months ago at a glance, and even said this to me with Yan Yuese!

I saw my uncle's expression and movements, and it didn't seem like he was joking with me at all. Countless thoughts came one after another: Could it be that uncle is good? I have only been in the industry for more than half a year, how could he be...

Serve the food

My uncle's cold and persuasive command interrupted my endless reverie

Big people are big people, and even a word you say seems to have a convincing shock

The waitress is not a fool, so naturally we can see which one in our small box is the boss and which one is the younger brother. After a hilarious voice, he helped us pull up the activity door to prepare dishes.

So, the atmosphere suddenly became quiet in this small private room with only a dozen square meters square.

I know that among the older generation of Fusang, especially those who engage in politics and military, most of them are obsessed with some traditional arts in Fusang. Uncle Shinoda, the old fox of Yamaguchi group, is one of them (although I don’t know what he wants to flatter me). In this way, it is entirely possible for Masako’s father to privately like rope art.

Facing my uncle's oppressive smile under his slender and solemn eyes, I could only pretend to be humble and low-key and answer: Uncle, I... Actually, I still need to work hard, which makes you laugh.

Masako sat opposite me, and at this time she seemed to be stupid. She thought her dad would be furious at us, just like me, and never expected such a dramatic move by my uncle.

I have never seen Masako's slender and natural willow eyes open so wide!

Xiao Jin Ah, you are too humble

My uncle said while laughing

I don't know if it's because he doesn't laugh often or the feeling of oppression on his body is too heavy. I always feel that there is a heavy rain pear blossom needle hidden in his smile, which has a very strong lethality to the same sex.

I believe you already know my identity. As a public servant of a Fusang citizen, humanistic care is essential. Fusang has a small territory, so for our country, it can be called a traditional art and we should strongly support it.

My uncle's words sublimated a skill to a level that was closely related to the honor and disgrace of the country. I heard my admiration pouring down like a galaxy falling from the sky, and I nodded quickly and said yes

My uncle said again: Since you debuted more than half a year ago, I have already started to pay attention to you. As a foreigner, I have been worshipped by Teacher Mingzhi, the master of our country's rope art. This was originally a magical thing. Later, after watching your two performances, I even concluded that my idea was not wrong.

I don’t know... Uncle, what are your thoughts?

I was secretly worried in my heart. You know, every time Masako performs, she will go to the backstage. If the father and daughter suddenly meet on the show one day, God knows what will happen!

Fortunately, this incident did not happen, and my uncle didn't know that Masako was not working in Toei, but was always with me

My uncle stretched out his hard-lined right hand, wiped the sparse white stubble on his chin, and nodded and said: I think if you want Rope Art to return again, you, a young man from China, may be the key.

Please give me a message

I couldn't help but frown and asked

Uncle Watanabe seemed to be waiting for my question. After listening to my question, he raised his eyebrows: Xiao Jin, tell me the truth, your rope master's current situation is quite embarrassing, right?

……Yes

I can't help feeling sad in my heart

My uncle is indeed deeply involved in the people and he is still so concerned about marginal professions like us. His words are really up to the point.

I have mentioned the embarrassing situation of rope masters many times before, and I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Anyway, while wearing a big hat, I also have to cooperate with adult videos, and even participate in some mysterious club activities that cannot be used as humans. This traditional skill has long deteriorated and cannot be called art anymore.

When my uncle saw me, he showed a gentle smile: In my opinion, the three people who are currently active in Fusang, who are just famous, are simply just fame. They do not face this tradition, but only use it as a tool for making a living. How can such people be matched? How can they sublimate the rope art that has become a vassal of pornographic films and television again?

My uncle's words can be said to be very singular, and he can sum up our special profession in a few words.

Speaking of this, the door of the private room was once again pulled open. It turned out that the waiter came to deliver the food.

Looking at the warm fragrance of Fusang specialty dishes, I had no appetite, because I was completely stripped of my disguise for the first time today. I, who is a genius in rope art every day, is actually just a marginal professional who is struggling in the cracks and seeking survival!

My uncle coughed lightly when he saw someone coming to serve the food. He didn't continue talking

After the waiter nodded and walked out after serving the dishes, he changed the subject and asked me inexplicably: Xiaojin Ah, are you sincere in your feelings for Masako?

Dad, you...

Masako also had no idea what mysterious his father was doing. She wanted to play a little bit of a childish attitude, but was stopped by her father's hideous eyes.

Of course it is true, it is absolutely true, like a fake one...

I almost used the poisonous oaths of the 18th generation of ancestors in China. My uncle heard that I was so anxious that he could not finish guarding me. He waved his hand and signaled that I could stop. His long and narrow eyes were filled with pupils, and he slowly said to me: If you want me, the old man, to agree to marry your daughter to you, you must first agree to me.

I was worried about how to speak to my uncle, but I didn't expect him to mention it first and quickly responded: Uncle, don't worry, besides asking me to become a Fusang nationality, I will do my best to do my best in other things and will never refuse!

My uncle may think I am a little bit backbone, so he nodded and said: OK, what I want you to do is to bet on everything that binds the Tao and become a real artist.

Masako was so stupid that she heard that she was stupid about marrying her husband and whether she was an artist or not?

Although my uncle said it mysteriously, I could vaguely understand some of his meaning. It is probably that the way of bondage can no longer be called art. I must try my best to carry forward it again and promote it into an art that can truly be called traditional skills.

But, as a dowry, isn’t this a bit too damn heavy and illusory?

My uncle seemed to see through the doubts and confusion in my heart, lowered his body in the direction of me, stared at me and said: Xiao Jin, this matter sounds difficult, but you have to know that I am supporting you behind you. For now, the first step you have to do is very simple.

What is it?

For some reason, a very long-standing line suddenly appeared in my mind in my cartoon. Our goal of Xiangbei is to dominate the whole country!

I was often guessing that I was just trying to make a fuss in my life, and my uncle continued to arrange tasks for me and said: The first step is to defeat the so-called three giants.