"Of course I want to make friends with Chen Sang."

"Do you just want to make friends?" Chen Meng suddenly leaned into Chunzi's ear and said in a low voice.

Chunzi's delicate body trembled and said shyly, "Chen Sang, you are too close to me, your breathing makes me numb all over."

Well?

The Fusang people are very honest, Chen Meng laughed, "Does Miss Junzi like it?"

Junko lowered her head and said nothing.

The blush spread to the neck, and the thin hair at the ears was like transparent fluff, gently rippling, and Chen Meng's heart also rippled, "Miss Junzi likes it, right?"

Junzi shivered for a moment and said like a mosquito, "Chen Sang, you are so bad."

Ha ha!!

Chen Meng laughed loudly, pulled Junko and walked deep into the park. This time, Junko was very gentle and did not ask him to let go. Fusang people were polite on the surface. On weekdays, Junko must be the same as the men they faced. Therefore, they cannot be polite to her, and they must be wild and straightforward to make her feel exciting and fresh.

"Miss Junko, I heard that the pillow behind your kimono is used to sleep anytime, anywhere, is it true?"

"No, there is a bow behind an unmarried woman, and a small pillow behind her married woman. In fact, this is a decoration. At first, these decorations were all in front, but later people found that they could not see their toes in front, so they moved them to the back... Later, they found that because of their long-term kneeling, many Fusang women have cord legs, so they made the decoration bigger, making their waists look bloated, and they couldn't see cord legs." Junko explained.

"So that's it. I also heard that I usually wear kimonos, but not underwear inside, which makes it convenient for the toilet. Isn't it true?" Chen Meng said obscenely.

"Ah, I, I don't know." Junko's face turned red.

"Miss Junko isn't it?"

"Chen Sang, please don't ask such a shy question, Junko can't answer it." Junko said in a low voice.

Ha ha!!

Chen Meng laughed wildly. It seemed that this rumor was still very reliable. Maybe Chunzi didn't wear it inside. If this were the case, she could still be so strong, not just one hand could not master it.

Front.

Suddenly a Chinese garden appeared. Chen Meng was very surprised, "Why are there Chinese gardens here?"

"This is a garden built by your government more than ten years ago, and it is a symbol of friendship between the two countries." Junko said, "I often came here when I was a child. There are many exhibits of Chinese customs and culture, so I am very interested in Chinese culture."

"Go in and take a look."

Chen Meng pulled Chunzi and walked in.

It's really a Jiangnan-style garden.

Rockery, flowing water, fish pond, pavilion, koi, willow trees...

In this large cherry blossom forest, it seems unusually quiet.

The retro-style buildings with carved beams and painted buildings seem out of place with the surrounding environment, but they are simple and heavy.

"I like the architectural style of China very much. It is full of the demeanor of a great country. Every brick, tile, tree and tree contain the ancient charm of history. My favorite is those porcelain..."

When Junko talked about the excitement, she pulled Chen Meng back to a room with her backhand.

It turned out to be a small exhibition hall introducing customs and culture.

There are many tourists inside.

There are also special commentators introducing the exhibits, silk, tea, calligraphy and painting, porcelain, etc.

"There are also tourists from China among you. Does anyone know the origin of celadon?" the commentator asked in a stiff Chinese.

"Anyway, I know that celadon is an unexpected color and is almost impossible to replicate. Therefore, there are very few celadons in existence now, and even with the current science and technology, they cannot be imitated." A female tourist from China said.

"Chen Sang, is that true?" Junko asked him with blinking eyes.

“It’s true.”

Chen Meng nodded.

As soon as he finished speaking, a Fusang man said, "No matter how difficult it is to copy it, it is just a porcelain. What's the use? At best, it can only be used as tableware or decorations. Any item is based on its value."

"I don't like to listen to this. If it's useless, why did you Fusang send Tang envoys to our country to learn various skills and culture?"

"You Chinese will only immerse yourself in the glory of the past, so you can ridiculously give so-called souls to some worthless things, just to cover up your inferiority complex." The Fusang man mocked.

"Sir, you can't be so rude. Chinese culture has a long history. Behind each exhibit is the historical heritage and the wisdom of the ancient Chinese. Of course, you have a soul. If you don't understand, you will only seem ignorant." Junko took the initiative to stand up and scold the Fusang man.

"You should be from Fusang, how can you be so arrogant and speak for the Chinese?" The Fusang man was unhappy.

"I'm just on the side of the truth," Junko said.

Bagaya Road!!

The Fusang man was said to be anxious and started to curse.

Chunzi was not the opponent, Chen Meng held Chunzi's hand, "Miss Chunzi doesn't need to argue with him. I'll ask, if Chinese culture is useless, why does this gentleman learn Chinese?"

"Isn't it fun?" The Fusang man blushed.

"Miss Junko is right, you are very ignorant."

Chen Meng pointed at the celadon and looked at Junko gently, "About celadon, there is a very sad legend. Does Miss Junko want to hear it?"

Um!!

Junko nodded, her round eyes dodged shyly.

Chen Meng looked around and caught the people in the house with curiosity. Then he said, "Celadon is known as the sky blue. According to legend, the craftsman who made celadon has a wife who loved her very much, but because of work, he could not go home all year round. Only when it rained, he could go home without working.

Therefore, he often looked forward to raining, but it was very dry that year and it didn't rain for a long time. One day, he was burning paper porcelain, and it suddenly started raining. Everyone thought that the pot of porcelain was going to be broken.

Who knew that it was a color that was never seen before, like the foggy sky color, so it was named Sky Blue. Since then, if you want to fire this color, you have to wait until it rains. Only when it rains can the temperature and humidity in the air and other elements achieve this color. But because the temperature and humidity of each rain are different, the sky Blue Blue color that is always different every time it is fired, which is why every piece of celadon is an isolated product.

"So there is such a beautiful legend. Chen Sang, you are so knowledgeable and talented." Junko looked at Chen Meng admiringly.

"The sky is blue and waiting for mist and rain, and I am waiting for you. This is probably the inner monologue of the craftsman's wife." Chen Meng said.

"What a sad poem, Chen Sang, did you write this?" Junko's eyes lit up.

"yes."

Chen Meng touched his nose, Brother Fang Wenshan, I'm sorry, I can be more shameless, so he looked at Chunzi affectionately, "Miss Chunzi, I want to say that the sky blue is difficult to burn, because it has to wait endlessly, and the temperature and humidity must be just right, just like a human being. You don't know when your partner will appear, you can only wait with your own life. There will always be a moment, you happen to be there, and I happen to be there, and it appears in our heart-to-heart color. If it appears, you should catch it. Are you right..."

Damn it!!

Brother, are you so educated now when picking up girls?

Tourists from China praised it.

Chunzi was also pounding his heart by Chen Meng's poetic and picturesque words, and he looked at Chen Meng with admiration, "Chen Sang, I like what you say so much."

"Brother, what are you waiting for? Kiss her and help us Chinese men." A domestic tourist pushed Chen Meng for a moment.
Chapter completed!