250. I will definitely have the upper hand in the battle against the Royal Medicine Bag
"Ah sneeze!
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Ryokage Tenkai didn't expect his mother to be so concerned about her being beaten to death if she got married. As soon as he boarded the Shinkansen back to Kyoto, he couldn't help but sneeze.
He rubbed his cold and red nose.
She glanced at the ticket in her hand, followed the crowd, and found her seat by the window. After sitting down completely, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Sneaking back is really like elopement!
Especially on New Year's Eve, I decided to kill it first and tell it later, without telling my parents, and ran back to see Minamoto Norimitsu.
It's only three or four o'clock now which is relatively early.
But at six or seven o'clock, his mother will definitely call him. If she knows that she will not go back to celebrate the New Year, she will definitely be furious. And based on her understanding of her mother, if she knows that she will go to Kyoto to celebrate the New Year, she will come over overnight.
Very likely.
Thinking of Liangying Tianhai, she made up her mind that no one could delay her plan. She would just turn off her phone after six o'clock, and everything would be fine.
After all, I didn’t receive the call, so I didn’t disobey my mother. This explanation is reasonable!
After thinking for a while, she completely forgot about this matter. The next thing she had to do was how to surprise her senior and win his heart.
She opened her phone again to confirm the gift.
In order to prepare a surprise for her seniors, Liangying Tianhai carefully selected flowers from a flower shop online two days ago. As a girl who often receives flowers, she still knows which flowers are the most beautiful. In addition, she also scolds giant flowers.
I bought a piece of Osechi cuisine and had it delivered to my door.
"Surely no one is as careful as me, right?"
Liang Ying Tianhai looked out the window, his eyes narrowed slightly, his expression seemed indifferent, but the shiny lipstick he wore had already lifted his lips.
Thinking that everyone else had gone home and she was the only one going back to celebrate the New Year, she had a picture in her mind.
On a cold and windy night, Minamoto no Yorimitsu opened the door with a lonely face, thinking it was a reminder from the property management or the security guard. But when he opened the door and saw himself holding flowers in his hands, he was dusty and tired. For a moment, warmth poured into his heart and tears filled his heart.
He looked at himself blankly.
When she entered the house, she put the exquisite Osechi dishes on the table and said gently and carefully that these were nothing. She just felt that her senior was too lonely, so she wanted to go back to accompany him.
I'm afraid that the senior will burst into tears. Maybe his status in his heart will rise several notches, and he may even cry until his nose is bubbling.
"I didn't expect, I really didn't expect that among so many girls I know, you are the only one who is sincere to me, Tianhai! I shouldn't have been so stingy to you before. I will only prefer you in the future. I regret not being as good as you before."
OK, I will be a hundred times nicer to you in the future! No, a thousand times! Ten thousand times is not enough!"
When his mind came to this point, Liangying Tianhai's eyes had narrowed into the shape of crescent moons, and his whole mouth was grinning, and he couldn't stop smiling.
Yes, that's it! Senior Ruoshui Sanqian only takes a spoonful of himself, and from now on he will only love himself!
But Ato is quite good, so let the seniors also prefer Ato a little bit, but get out of here with that medicine bag! And those women, Seiko Kamiya and Aiko Kamiya, don’t get involved with them!
After getting on this train, Liangying Tianhai has already seen the dawn of victory. Now that everyone has left, the city gate is wide open, but I have to fight back. The advantage is simply mine. The situation is decided tonight!
Taking one hundred million steps back to the moon, even if the senior is not as moved as he imagined, but is only slightly moved, his action will definitely not be a loss.
What's more, Liangying Tianhai also has a secret weapon!
She lowered her head slightly, looked at the buttoned jeans she wore on her legs, and used her fingers to lift up the loose trousers. A wisp of black silk shined from her ankles, shining with the color of ambition.
Is this sincerity enough?
My senior likes black stockings so much, and she wears them on purpose. Even if she gets tired of looking at black stockings, she still buys maid outfits, princess outfits, and cheongsam outfits.
It can be said that he is wearing armor and rushing to the battlefield!
In terms of her own charm, Ryokage Tenkai admits that she is not as beautiful as Ato, and may be a little inferior to the big green tea in the imperial medicine bag.
But when it comes to arousing the interest of her seniors, she believes that she is no weaker than others in her life, and she will definitely make Minamoto Yorimitsu fall under her skirt. When the time comes, it’s time to turn over and sing on her own, so that she can change her position!
But when it came to sleeping, she shivered again.
Because she remembered that dream again.
However, she soon adjusted herself and comforted herself that it was just a dream. She had been suffering from a nervous breakdown due to Ato and Oyakubag Chaon these days, so it was not real.
But suddenly an idea occurred to her.
I know that my senior is celebrating the New Year on his own, so he specially ran back today. So, do the two of them, Oiyabukuro Chaon and Ato, think the same as me?
Liangying Tianhai's face suddenly turned pale.
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
Ato is so stupid. He usually gets lost even when he goes out to buy a soda. How could he think of this? As for the sound of the royal medicine bag tea, that guy must not have thought of it...
It must be unexpected, right?
Ryokage Amami felt a little guilty. She thought about it in her mind. She knew that Oyakubukuro Chaon's hometown was in Uji City, which was very close to Kyoto city. It would only take an hour by bus.
If that guy comes up with a genius idea like mine on a whim, and goes to find senior at night...
The more she thought about it, the more panicked she felt.
He swallowed with a dry mouth.
It wasn't until he took several deep breaths, the Shinkansen slowly started to depart, and the scenery outside the window began to recede, that the panic that Yoshikage Tenkai felt just now subsided.
"There's no way he'll come back. That guy Oiyabukuro Chaon will never be so kind to my senior."
She was thinking wildly in her mind and kept comforting herself in her heart, but once some thoughts came out, they would grow like a demon.
Anyway, the more I think about it, the more I feel unsure.
Until the train started to speed up, there was a middle-aged man and a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy standing next to the parking space on the left, which was a lane away from him. They seemed to have gotten into an argument with another person over the seat.
"This is obviously my seat. Uncle, where is your seat? Can you sit in your own seat?"
The sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, who looked frail and frail, held a bill in his hand and was talking to the man sitting by the window drawing with a hand-drawn tablet. It seemed that the bill in it belonged to him.
seat.
And his father was standing next to him. He looked taller but had no intention of speaking.
The boy said this, and the seat by the window was originally for two seats, but now there was only a somewhat unkempt man writing and drawing with a hand-drawn tablet. Even a fool would know that he was talking to him.
However, the man who looked like a painter stopped holding the paintbrush in his hand after hearing the sound, frowned and looked at the boy unhappily and said, "Did you write your name on the seat?"
"No, I didn't write it down." The boy didn't seem to have much communication experience. Facing the eyes of adults, he could only hand over the ticket bravely: "This is my ticket. Uncle, take a look at it. There are seats on it.
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"What ticket? Didn't I buy a ticket when I took the bus? Don't delay my painting! I finally got the inspiration. You kid has to make trouble, can't you sit in other seats? You, the parent, don't care!"
It seemed that he was completely disturbed. The man who had been painting was very unhappy. Now that he refused to listen to the advice, the unkempt man put down his brush and began to criticize unceremoniously.
This kind of disrespectful behavior and harsh reprimanding attitude made the boy instantly frightened by him.
He even took half a step back.
Minors generally feel guilty when facing adults. Even the bad guys in school have a nameless fear of adults.
The boy's father frowned, and couldn't help but sigh when he saw this, and finally stood up, but he said politely: "I'm sorry, the kid is not sensible, and his words are a bit straightforward, but this is indeed our place."
Seeing the boy's father come out to apologize, the unkempt painter's face improved a little, and he seemed to have a sense of pride, which made Liangying Tianhai feel a little sick when he saw it, and even those around him felt angry.
"I know this is your seat, but my seat is not by the window. Now I suddenly have an inspiration. I have to look outside. Since your seats are here, then one of you can sit next to me, right?"
It was obvious that this man who looked like a painter also knew that his place was not here, and it seemed that he was inspired to deliberately occupy this place.
He just changed positions, but the tone of this guy's words had a sense of disdain. He was obviously being unreasonable, but he still meant to help others.
The boy's father also noticed this, but he frowned but said nothing. It was obvious that he would not be angry over such a trivial matter as the seat. The adult world would not easily get angry. He was no longer young.
The tall man was not angry.
Liangying Tianhai was angry.
He's obviously just a painter, but he looks unkempt and looks like he hasn't showered in a month. You can smell the other person's stink from several meters away. To be honest, it's disgusting. Personal hygiene still affects the image.
Although you can't just judge a person based on his appearance and just think he is a good painter, but a guy who talks so rudely will definitely not have any great achievements.
I'm inspired! The sky outside is gloomy and useless. There are black clouds that look like dough. What's there to draw? If you want to draw, why don't you go home and help your mother make dough?
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Liangying Tianhai rolled his eyes wildly in his heart.
The boy's father obviously didn't want to cause trouble. He frowned and said, "In this case, then we will..."
"Dad, I also want to sit by the window, and this ticket originally belongs to me, why should I give it to him?"
Before he could finish speaking, the boy standing next to him tugged at his father's clothes, and seemed a little unwilling to do so, and whispered something beside him.
It was originally the dissatisfied whining of a child.
It didn't matter if he heard it, it wasn't a curse or anything like that, so he didn't have to say anything because he got an advantage, but the painter turned his head away like a mouse whose tail was stepped on, opened his eyes wide and reprimanded loudly.
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"Why are you so ignorant, little kid!"
"Your father didn't say anything, but you still have an opinion here. Isn't it just a window seat? If you don't sit here this time, won't you be able to sit here for the rest of your life? You can't help this kid dying.
Bar?"
This is no longer an unpleasant thing to say.
It's simply a personal attack.
The passengers around him couldn't help but frown.
The boy's father's face darkened and he replied without hesitation: "My friend, are you talking too much?"
"Your child has too many things to do. Anyway, I won't change my seat. If you don't want to sit next to me, don't do it!"
The painter's aura was a little weaker, and his voice was also a little harsh. The main reason was that the boy's father was taller and seemed to be able to hit him twice. In addition, his face darkened, and he didn't seem to be easy to mess with.
The middle-aged man seemed to have made up his mind. He looked at the other person while his face was on his face, his voice was lower than before, and he said calmly: "If you don't change, I'll call the train police."
"I'm not afraid if you call the patrolman."
Seeing that the other party wanted to take serious action and call the police, the painter's momentum became even weaker, but he didn't want to embarrass himself, so he could only bite the bullet and say something.
"It's better not to be afraid. Since you can occupy the seat so arrogantly, there's no need to draw anymore. I'll call the train police to review it. The worst I can do is go to the police station."
After the middle-aged man finished speaking in a low voice, he looked at the other person and asked, "Are you sure you don't want to give up your position?"
After saying this, he remained silent.
He just stared at the other person with a sullen face.
The painter looked a little unnatural, struggled internally for a moment, and finally quickly packed up his things, got up and walked across the carriage with his head lowered.
"What a bad luck! My inspiration is gone! How can I be unlucky today! I can meet such a person!"
As he walked, he muttered something under his breath.
But the middle-aged man's expression did not change. He just took off his son's backpack, put it over his head into the storage rack above the seat, and then let his son sit inside while he sat on the edge of the aisle.
Looking at the ashamed-looking boy, the middle-aged man was not angry. Instead, he spoke seriously:
"Kazuo Inamori of Kyocera once said that as long as you speak low, your voice will be magnetic, as long as you speak slowly, you will have temperament, and as long as you pause when speaking, you can show your authority."
After a pause, he continued:
"So next time you meet such a person, don't panic, lower your voice and stare at him with warning eyes. He will be afraid in his heart."
The boy hesitated for a moment and then nodded.
Confidence gradually returned to his eyes.
The middle-aged man looked quite pleased.
Liangying Tianhai listened carefully with his ears raised, and his expression became more and more serious, as if he had picked up some unique secret book, and his eyes brightened after thinking deeply.
The lower the voice, the higher the momentum!
Uncle, thank you, I understand!
She repeatedly savored what the other person had just said to the boy. It was obviously a matter of experience, and she seemed to be able to learn to deal with various situations in the future.
It's like arguing with Oiyabukuro Chaon again.
If that guy talks some nonsense.
He lowered his voice and spoke before glaring at her.
Thinking of this Liangying Tianhai makes me feel relieved.
I'm making progress all the time, but I'm not sure about the imperial medicine bag tea sound. If we fight her again, I'll definitely have the advantage!