Idols are duplicity every day [Entertainment]

The two of them left the studio before eleven o'clock.

When the car started, Lu Jiaxi glanced at the young man in the back seat through the rearview mirror, and asked warmly while turning the steering wheel, "Where is Mr. Lu going next?"

There seemed to be a laugh coming from the back seat, followed by a young man's clear voice: "You are not very good at guessing, guess?"

Bian Xinghuo drove the car out of the street, and explained softly: "The guess is based on 50.00% reality and 40.00% integration of details, and the remaining [-]% is a reasonable self-assessment."

"Monk chanting scriptures."

The voice of the young man in the back seat was muffled, like the indistinct sound of his cheek against his shoulder.

Bian Xinghuo glanced back through the rearview mirror, and saw that the young man had tilted his head and closed his eyes, and his lips were raised by two points.

"How about going to have lunch first, and then send Mr. Lu to the company?"

There was silence in the back seat for two seconds, and the young man seemed to utter two words: "Ascaris."

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a small alley.

Bian Xinghuo drove steadily along the way, Lu Jiaxi closed his eyes and finally felt sleepy, and was about to meet Zhou Gong in his dream, when a brake pulled him out of the dream.

He squinted his eyes to adapt to the glare of the sunlight outside the window for a while, and when he took a closer look, he found that the surroundings were sparsely populated, and only a few old grandpas sitting around and playing chess could be seen under the lush trees not far away.

Lu Jiaxi was stunned for two seconds, then he heard Bian Xinghuo turn off the fire.

"What is this place?"

"A place to eat." Bian Xinghuo explained as he unbuttoned his seat belt.

There are many alleys in Kyoto, but the bustling city center is already too rare to see.

The alley in front of him twists and turns, and from time to time there is the sound of pots and pans colliding together with the woman's shouting with a local accent, which reminds Lu Jiaxi of the time when he was a child and lived in the big courtyard with his grandparents.

In fact, when I was very young, I didn't have that much time. On the contrary, I was a little older, in my teens.

He transferred from his previous school in the fifth grade of elementary school, moved into the big yard with his grandparents, and entered the elementary school near the alley.

That was the year when he was the most taciturn. He walked alone every day, and sat on the old wicker chair in the yard after school.

There is an old locust tree in the yard. The sunlight in midsummer afternoon is mottled, and the old locust tree casts a large shadow in the yard. The hot wind blows from time to time, making a rustling sound. Lu Jiaxi can sit a few times under the shade. When he was young, he often left the rattan chair only after his grandmother came out to ask him to eat.

Speaking of it, he hadn't thought of the big courtyard that carried his decades of memories for a long time.

When he was in college, the old city was demolished, and two elderly people reluctantly moved out, bought a secluded small villa in the suburbs, and have lived there ever since.

But even there, Lu Jiaxi seemed to have not been there for almost a year.

He looked out of the window at the alley where children occasionally ran past, and spun around in his memory several times. When he came back to his senses after a while, he found that Bian Xinghuo had already unbuckled his seat belt, and was turning around and watching him quietly.

Although Bian Xinghuo's gaze was very gentle, Lu Jiaxi was taken aback when he suddenly came back to his senses.

He murmured in a low voice, and asked, "This is obviously a residential area, where is the restaurant?"

"Yes, I lived near here when I was a child. There is a century-old restaurant here that has been passed down for three generations. I checked it when I came back and it is still open." Bian Xinghuo explained warmly.

Lu Jiaxi couldn't help but look at Bian Xinghuo more.

He suddenly remembered that when he checked Bian Xinghuo, he didn't seem to find any information about his birthplace. He subconsciously asked, but then he thought about not caring about his own business, so he changed the topic.

"It's far from the city center, how long have you been driving?"

"It's not very far, Mr. Lu. It's half an hour's drive away. It should be closer to the company later. This generation is in the West District. It's rare to find it if you don't go around the alley."

The business district of Kyoto is mainly located in the eastern district. Lu Jiaxi used to live in a large courtyard in the southern district, and the small villa that the second elder bought later was also in the southern district. No wonder he didn't know about this place.

He dubiously followed Bian Xinghuo to get out of the car, and the two of them walked around two small alleys and came to the gate of a large courtyard.

It is said that it is a restaurant, if it is not for the big words "Lao He Restaurant" hanging on the entrance of the compound, it looks like a place where ordinary people live.

The place is so remote, and the door is still closed, it really makes people feel that it is a black shop.

Just when Lu Jiaxi was wondering if Bian Xinghuo was trying to kidnap people, the other party had already stretched out his hand and pushed open the courtyard door.

The door opened, and Lu Jiaxi was taken aback by the scene inside.

The courtyard is very large, and there are lotus flowers in two corners of the courtyard, which are the most blooming in the world, and you can still smell some clear fragrance of flowers from a distance.

More than a dozen wooden tables were placed in the yard in an orderly manner, and each table was almost full of people, ranging from ten to twenty, three to four, five to sixty.

The sound of the door opening did not affect the people inside eating and drinking, only a few people glanced at the door, and then continued their lunch.

Lu Jiaxi never expected that there would be so many people in such a remote place. Fortunately, he wore a mask habitually, otherwise it would be troublesome to be recognized by one or two people.

Just as he was thinking, an older voice came from the door: "Yoko, you are here, come in quickly, I have reserved a small room for you."

Hearing that call, Lu Jiaxi suddenly raised his head to look at the person who came out of it.

He is a man in his 40s, wearing a brown apron in front of him, with a Chinese character face, and his appearance is fairly upright, with a simple and honest look.

It was a strange face.

He pressed the tip of his tongue to the roof of his mouth, and when he saw the person looking at him, he turned his head along the line of sight, looked at Bian Xinghuo beside him and asked, "Yoko? You?"

The author has something to say:

Lu Jiaxi: This title seems familiar

Bian Xinghuo: Asking because you misheard :)