I almost touched the moon

Chapter 379 Pretending to be drunk

"Why?" Li Yunjia also asked quietly in Japanese, "You hired a designer to renovate that house yourself, and spent a long time selecting the furniture. The location is also very good. Why are you selling it?"

"It's because the location is so good and there are cherry blossom trees at the door, so there are often some stupid tourists taking pictures at the door." Wen Song was afraid that Cheng Che would be unhappy, so he lowered his voice, "It's really a problem. I posted a notice in Japanese, English, Korean and Chinese saying private residence, no photography allowed, but there are still many tourists from China and South Korea who gather there to take pictures. Even the housekeeper's persuasion is useless.

I called the police a few times, but because they were foreigners, the police could only educate them, and then they left, and new people would come the next day. The housekeeper advised me to replace the main door with an iron door, so that it would be ugly and they would not come to take pictures, but I didn’t want to, it’s my home, they are affecting me, why should I make concessions? ”

Li Yunjia showed a sympathetic expression, looked at Wen Song and sighed, "Speaking of which, I was browsing a domestic social software a few days ago, and someone posted your house, saying that it was a must-visit place in Kyoto, with few people and beautiful scenery. It's really... I commented below that this is a private residence and it's illegal to do this. There was also a group of people scolding me, saying that I helped the Japanese bully the Chinese. It's true that because I'm a foreigner and it doesn't constitute a crime, the police can't do anything.

In fact, if you are more ruthless, there is a surveillance camera at the door, you can print out all their photos and hang them on the door as a "wanted notice", and then write "Please do not take photos here" below. They are foreigners who can exploit legal loopholes, and you are also a foreigner, so you can do the same. Anyway, you are Swiss, and the Japanese police can't do anything to you. I think it's a pity to sell it, you like that house so much, and you like Kyoto so much."

"Good idea." Wen Song smiled immediately. "If they are shameless, don't blame me for embarrassing them. I will tell Qian Ye tomorrow and do it."

Cheng Che closed his eyes and dozed off on Wen Song's shoulder. When he heard what she said, although he knew that what she said made sense, he still felt very uncomfortable when he heard her contemptuous tone.

Under the influence of alcohol, he raised his head and said softly, "Song Song... I'm sleepy."

Wen Song immediately stopped talking, smiled and hugged him and said, "Okay, let's go back now."

On the way back, Cheng Che sat alone in the passenger seat, half asleep and half awake, leaning against the car window because of drunkenness. But the voices of Wen Song and Li Yunjia still reached his ears uncontrollably. Although they spoke very softly and deliberately in Japanese, he still heard them clearly.

"I really hate Chinese tourists." It was Wen Song's voice. "I dare not speak Chinese when I am outside, because once I speak Chinese, tourists will come to me to ask for directions. Young people are fine and are quite polite. But some middle-aged and elderly people are not only impolite, but also speak so loudly that my ears are deafened."

"Europe is okay, but Japan is really outrageous." Li Yunjia laughed, "You know, honey, one of the reasons I left Osaka is because there are too many Chinese people in Osaka. When I go to a drugstore, five or six Chinese people will stop me and ask where xxx things are. I say: I'm not a clerk, so I don't know either."

"And I'm really annoyed that they keep occupying public areas to take pictures." Wen Song sighed silently, "Do you know how funny it is... Isn't it strictly forbidden to take pictures at Neuschwanstein Castle? Cheng Che and I didn't take pictures when we got married, but when I took Astrid there before, a bunch of Chinese people took pictures, and they even blocked the center and posed for pictures. I felt really embarrassed at the time..."

Li Yunjia also echoed: "Yes, many of them really think the world revolves around them and don't follow any rules. I am also most afraid of meeting Chinese tourists, so I never speak Chinese when I am outside."

"Before, a Chinese university invited me to go there, but I immediately refused." Wen Song sneered again, "In Shanghai, am I sick? If I go to work in China, there are so many people, I will die. And I heard from my friends who work in China that there are all kinds of strange tasks and interpersonal relationships in their schools. I will definitely get depressed."

"Keep your voice down." Li Yunjia glanced at the passenger seat, "Have you told Cheng Che about this?"

"Of course not." Wen Song shook his head and said, "I won't agree to it. If I say it, it will just be a complaint. He will definitely be unhappy if he hears it."

After hearing her words, Cheng Che looked out the window and sighed. He knew that Wen Song's experience in China was not good, so she did not have a sense of identity as a Chinese. He understood and respected it. However, he never knew that she would actually despise him, or even... discriminate against him.

Even though she has never really suffered any harm from high-density cities, and even though China's development over the years has been no different from that of developed countries, and even in many aspects has far surpassed European and American countries, she still looks down on it and even holds "white prejudice."

After arriving at the hotel, Wen Song walked to the passenger seat and helped Cheng Che get out of the car with the driver. He waved to Li Yunjia and said, "Goodbye, husband."

Li Yunjia asked: "Where are you going next?"

"I will probably go to Kagoshima, then visit my students in Kyoto, and then go to Hakone."

"Okay." Li Yunjia nodded. "Then I'll go back first. My vacation ends on April 4rd. Call me if you have anything. If you really want to sell the house in Kyoto, I'll help you find a buyer."

"No more for sale." Wen Song said with a smile, "If it doesn't work, I'll hire a few bodyguards to stand at the door. I don't believe they dare to take pictures."

Wen Song helped Cheng Che back to the hotel room, gently took off his coat, helped him lie back on the bed, took a hot towel to wipe his face and hands, looked at his blushing face, and suddenly smiled.

She couldn't help but put her hand on his cheek. What emerged in her mind was the summer seventeen years ago when Cheng Che flew across most of the Eurasian continent from Zurich to Fukuoka, and appeared in front of her across the crowd.

That day he was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and light-colored jeans, like a breeze that blew away the stuffiness of the summer night.

Seventeen years later, he also wore a white shirt and black trousers today. He was still handsome and clear, without a single wrinkle on his face.

She couldn't help but lower her head and gently kissed the tip of his nose, saying lovingly, "You're so old, why is your alcohol tolerance still so poor? You can get drunk with two glasses of whiskey, little fool."

Cheng Che's originally irritable mood was calmed down by her gentle actions. He sat up from the bed, hugged her gently, and whispered in her ear: "Wife... I don't like what you just said to Li Yunjia."

"Cheng Che!!" Wen Song pretended to be angry and pinched his face, "You actually eavesdropped on me. You lied to me again, and you said that you couldn't understand anything because your Japanese was not good, but you could understand it, right?"

"I can understand a little bit now, honey." Cheng Che hugged her and coaxed her softly, "I didn't eavesdrop, I just heard it naturally. Baby, I know you don't like those tourists, and it's really annoying to take pictures in front of your house. But I think your attitude when you speak is a bit mean."

Wen Song disagreed, nodded slightly and said: "Yes, I am very mean, so what?"

"No, Songsong..." Cheng Che sighed, hugged her and said carefully, "I feel that what you said makes me feel that there is something discriminatory... that is, nationality discrimination."

"Aha?" Wen Song was even more puzzled. She broke free from Cheng Che's embrace and asked speechlessly, "Roche, you should have known, if I had discrimination towards Chinese, how could I marry you? And I were fired from LMU long time ago. Wait, don't you know how I treat my students?

Would I treat Chinese or Asian students differently because of their nationality? Didn't you know how much I value Artemis? And I never deny I have Chinese descent.”

(Roche, you should know that if I discriminated against Chinese people, how could I marry you? And I would have been expelled from LMU long ago. Wait, don’t you know how I treat my students? Do I treat Chinese or Asian students differently because of their nationality? Don’t you know how much I value Si Yao? And I have never denied that I am Chinese.)

Cheng Che heard her words and knew that she was a little angry. He immediately put his arm around her waist and explained softly, "I know, baby, I know you can't really discriminate against others. You are very, very good to your students. Even I envy you. I want to be your student.

Honey, I was a little uncomfortable with what you said today, so I complained. Honey, I just think you can't attack everyone because of the uncivilized behavior of some people... Not every Chinese tourist is so impolite, for example, I am very polite. "

Wen Song understood what he meant and nodded, saying, "I am not attacking everyone. I am only talking about those uncivilized people, especially those who have no sense of propriety and ask me questions when they hear me speak Chinese, and those who take pictures in front of my house, soooo annoying."

"I know, I know it's annoying..." Cheng Che found the way she said "annoying" childish and cute, and he couldn't help but peck her lips.

"Baby, the way you just said "so annoying" looks exactly like Astrid, she is indeed your biological child. Okay, don't be angry anymore. I will arrange security guards to patrol the door in Kyoto, and no one will take pictures at the door anymore."

Wen Song snorted unhappily, pushed him away a little, and said coldly: "I see you are not drunk, go to bed early, Yunjia and I will continue drinking."

"Are you still going?" Cheng Che glanced at the time, somewhat helplessly, "Baby, it's past four o'clock... Let's not go, I'm so sleepy, let's go to bed."

"You go to sleep. I'm going to go drink." Wen Song stood up and walked out deliberately. "Because you pretended to be drunk, we didn't drink much today. Now we have to continue."

Cheng Che didn't want to spoil her fun, so he could only nod and said pitifully, "Okay, then be careful, but don't drink too much, otherwise if you can't get up tomorrow, you will miss the Moji Port fireworks festival."