Only today, when she was with Ning Weimin, she was not lonely at all.

Things in this world are often like this.

Flashy feasts and dancing are both inducements to loneliness.

And strangers men and women getting along quietly under certain special circumstances can be a good medicine to cure loneliness.

"I have read "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" before, but now I have almost forgotten it. I only remember the theme of the novel. This book seems to be about the destruction of beauty..."

After a moment of silence, the woman suddenly remembered the book she borrowed today.

He ran out of things to say and changed the topic.

But I didn't expect Ning Weimin to say this.

"Yes. But I personally don't like the theme of this book. I even want to object to it."

"Why?" the woman asked curiously.

"Because it's too extreme. It's too negative."

Ning Weimin paused, "The point of view of this book is to pursue a pure extreme. The author believes that beauty must be destroyed in the end, and destruction is the most beautiful. He also believes that death is more beautiful than survival. If a person dies, the body can only

Buried deep below and decaying, the soul can go to heaven. Because the body belongs to survival, the soul is more beautiful."

"Is this view wrong? I think there is some truth to it. The most beautiful things are often destroyed... Sometimes there is dirt in the world. The most beautiful things must be unwilling to compromise and linger, so they are destroyed.

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"But if everyone has such extreme ideas, it will be difficult to have peace in the world. People who live a happy life will never agree with such a view. We all know that life has never been easy, and it is difficult for everyone.

It's the same thing. No matter what social status we are in, everyone actually has their own troubles. So what? Isn't social harmony based on mutual tolerance and consideration? The so-called harboring filth, no

Be willing to compromise. This is often an excuse for people who lack wisdom and fighting strength. It can only reflect the pessimism of self-abandonment. A capable person will never do this in the face of powerful forces. A smart person will not rush for a moment, but will

Just like playing chess, advance and retreat with a well-founded basis, make choices. Then slowly strengthen yourself in forbearance, wait for good opportunities, and finally realize your ideals with the least cost. Isn't that what Tokugawa Ieyasu was like?"

Ning Weimin's words made the woman thoughtful, as if she remembered something.

"That...is true...your idea...is indeed very fresh."

Ning Weimin took a quick look and was immediately attracted by the woman's demeanor.

Especially the bridge of her nose, which is straight and slender, with a faint halo at the tip of her nose, like finely carved mutton-fat jade.

This made him couldn't help but think that her skin was really good enough to endorse any big-name cosmetics.

But it was also because of this that Ning Weimin suddenly became alert.

To be honest, he didn't know what Mishima Yukio's death meant to other Japanese people.

It is unclear whether the Japanese have any respect for Tokugawa Ieyasu.

It's even less clear what his words just reminded the woman of.

But this expression of slight sadness is undoubtedly unpleasant.

So I was afraid that what I just said would offend something that women hold dear in their hearts.

To be cautious, he quickly changed the subject.

"Have you... been to Kinkakuji Temple?"

“I’ve been there a few times.”

“What does the real Kinkaku-ji Temple look like?”

"It's really beautiful. It's in the middle of the lake, but it's not big."

"Really? I really want to see it."

"It's not difficult. You should go check it out."

Sure enough, changing the subject worked.

Breaking away from vague ideological topics and mentioning real places of interest, the woman gradually became excited and full of interest.

"There is also a Ginkakuji Temple in Kyoto. To be honest, if you have time, it is best to live in Kyoto for half a year. There are many temples and shrines there that are worth visiting..."

It's just that when the woman's thoughts were confused, the road almost got sidetracked.

When they reached the intersection, the woman's eyes were still staring straight ahead without any change. Ning Weimin couldn't help but remind her.

"You should turn left ahead."

The woman quickly turned the steering wheel to correct the mistake.

Fortunately, the speed was not too fast, so there was no danger.

"Ah, sorry, I almost passed."

Ning Weimin pointed to the street ahead on the right and said, "It doesn't matter. There is a bookstore in front of you. Just stop there."

Before you know it, you are finally reaching your destination.

The woman slowly stopped the sports car at the place pointed out by Ning Weimin, then turned to look into the store.

Huiwentang's bookstore is not small, but it looks very simple due to its age and disrepair.

Especially being flanked by high-end western-style hotels and restaurants on the left and right, the bookstore looks even more shabby.

It even got to the point where even this car parked in front of the bookstore seemed a bit out of place.

So as soon as the sports car parked at the door, people in the store peeped out through the glass windows.

To be honest, the situation in the bookstore today is actually pretty good.

Because it was raining after all, there were more customers in the bookstore.

You can see through the glass window that there are still a few people milling around in the store, which was originally deserted after the cultural festival.

Those are definitely customers who come in to read books to avoid the rain.

But having said that, it was precisely because of this that Ning Weimin's personal situation became increasingly unsatisfactory, causing the woman to have a big misunderstanding.

It further touches women's sensitivity, compassion, regret, and natural motherhood.

"I'm leaving. Thank you very much for giving me a ride. Sorry for causing you any trouble."

Before getting off the bus, Ning Weimin bowed again to express his gratitude.

"You're welcome." The woman still smiled so calmly and gently.

However, just when Ning Weimin got out of the car, closed the car door, and stood outside the car window, planning to watch the woman leave.

The woman lowered the car window again, leaned forward and called him, "Do you... want to work in a film studio or an entertainment company?"

"What?"

"I mean, have you considered changing to a part-time job? If you are willing, I can help you contact me. If you join the crew to help, you can get 8,000 yen a day. If you can play a small role, there is

Extra labor fee. You have a good image, so you should have a chance to be selected by the director, and maybe you can earn a little more money. If you go to an acting company, the work will be easier. This is the reward..."

However, Ning Weimin still couldn't accept her kindness.

"No, thank you. I am quite satisfied with my current income. I won't cause any trouble to you."

So the woman had no choice. She thought that Ning Weimin refused her help purely because of his youth and fragile self-esteem.

"Okay then. If the house is still to be sold, I will definitely entrust you to handle it."

"Okay, thank you very much, I am willing to help you."

Ning Weimin nodded, then couldn't help but smile.

"Now I am convinced that you must be a big star. Unfortunately, I only know your last name now. Can you tell me your full name? To be honest, I really regret it. I obviously have a camera, but I am too embarrassed to ask for a photo with you.

requirements.”

The woman couldn't help laughing when she heard this, and laughed again.

She simply reached out and opened her purse, took out a silver business card and handed it over.

"This is my business card. If you need anything, you can call me on this number. If you can strictly keep the secret, maybe I will take a photo with you next time we meet..."

After saying this, the woman smiled one last time, closed the window, and started the car.

Along the road, the blue sports car slowly left the bookstore.

Even during this process, the woman could not help but continue to peek at Ning Weimin through the rearview mirror.

Take a peek at the plain-colored windbreaker still standing in the rain despite the wind and rain.

Ning Weimin, on the other hand, didn't even bother running into the bookstore to take shelter from the rain, so he focused on reading the content on the business card.

There is no extra text at all, it is so concise that there is no title or position, only a name and a phone number.

Keiko Matsumoto?

Intuitively, Ning Weimin vaguely felt that he had heard the name on the business card in China and had a certain impression of it.

But I racked my brains and thought about it carefully, but I still couldn't remember where I had heard it.

I watched the car gradually go away, like a blur of light and shadow, gradually getting further away and disappearing.
To be continued...