"The weather in Tokyo is good. It's a little sun during the day, which is quite warm. I'm fine. I'm used to eating and sleeping. I'm used to eating and sleeping in the east. I'm used to eating and tatami. When I'm empty, I'll enjoy the snow scene. I'll take a look at the streets of Tokyo to see if there are any clothes or cosmetics that suit you. Time flies quickly, and I don't feel boring. It's just that the task has some trouble, and it's not a big problem. But I'm not good enough to tell you too much details. I might stay in Tokyo for a while longer. Don't be angry and wait for me. When this task is completed, I will definitely accompany you. Wherever you want to go, I'll take you there. Even if you ask me to take you back to Kyoto, I'll promise you."

While Long Junchen was writing, the corners of his lips slowly raised, as if a little white rabbit saw a carrot, and unconsciously let out a relaxed laugh. He wrote casually, as if he was talking, letting his thoughts fly randomly, just writing wherever he thoughts, and simply talking about ordinary family affairs with his wife.

Naturally, he would not tell Situ Lingling that he was injured, nor would he mention that the so-called trouble is a big trouble. Talking about it can indeed share worries, but Long Junchen did not want Situ Lingling to share this worries. This girl was weak and had a more impulsive personality. If she heard that she was injured, she cried and shouted that she wanted to come to Japan to find her. That would be really troublesome.

Of course, this may be just the wishful thinking of Long Junchen, the shameless guy, who was also a shameless guy, may still be angry that Situ Lingling was neglected. He held the pencil and continued to write, and the pen was like chatting face to face with Situ Lingling.

"The Dongyang place is really good. The snow outside the window seems to be getting heavier. My hand holding the pen is a little stiff. The wind and snow outside are howling, making the window frame creak. Maybe it's urging me to finish the pen. Well, what I want to say is over. Let's just come here. The stove in the room is too broken, and the cold outside always sneaks in. The temperature has not risen. Although I still want to talk to you, I always feel that there is no need to be right against God's coldness. I miss you very much and can't wait to complete the task and see you. Okay, just take care of myself."

Ning Feng'er took the two letters from Long Junchen's hand and checked up and down to see if the envelope was sealed intact. When she saw a light red love on the postmark, an unnatural look appeared on Ning Feng'er's face, but it flashed in a flash, and she covered the past well.

"Ning Feng'er, I don't have to worry about the rules for sending the letter. Can you arrange it?" Long Junchen rubbed his hands that were red from cold, kept sizzling heat into his palms, and his body also fluctuated up and down with the swing of his hands. After sitting there writing a letter for a long time, his body was almost frozen.

"No need, Grand Governor, you should rest early and recover from your injuries. Leave these two letters to me to deal with." After Ning Feng'er said that, she got up and left the study room, closed the door, and disappeared into the wind and snow.

A month later, Tokyo has entered deep winter, with a cold wind. When night comes, only the Crow Mansion can resist the cold wind and cold, and under such harsh conditions, it is full of the sky.

The heavy snow in winter, the biting cold wind, and the dark clouds pressing down on the top, seemingly, it cannot stop these explorers of the harmonious communication of life from doing what they should do and what they love in the dark.

In the southeast corner of the Crow Mansion, there is a dark alley. At the end of the alley is an izakaya. On the door sign of the izakaya, the oil lamp is like beans, shivering in the cold wind, and it seems that it is possible to die at any time. A man wrapped in white clothes slowly leaned towards the izakaya. The owner of the izakaya was mixing wine, but he did not notice the slowly approaching the white man.

The wind was whistling, as if to overturn the swaying wine flag. The thin-clothed man in white seemed to be melting with the howling wind and snow. The man in white was barefoot, like a cultivator, stepping on the ice and snow without making a sound. His face was calm to a strange level, as if he was born without any expression, and his cold and ruthless eyes seemed to be able to see through everything in the world, including the so-called way of the underworld.

"You guys have to investigate the Crow Mansion. They wear a clerk's uniform and want to pretend to be there. They think I'm so easy to fool? Hehe, I'm really sorry, I don't have that patience!" The man in white seemed to be talking to himself. He laughed at himself, and suddenly his toes lit up, and his whole body slowly walked over like an arrow from a string.

The bartender saw someone coming over, and was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, he looked up. The new boss who has been here these days didn't know what crazy he was. He still had to open the door in this kind of weather. He would rather not have a salary to go home and go to bed early.

The bartender narrowed his eyes and saw the man in white barefoot, and his head was down in disappointment - barefoot, his clothes were torn, his beard was not shaved, and his clothes were so shabby that he was not a serious customer at first sight. He must have had much money in his pocket, and he was too lazy to receive him, so he pretended not to see it.

The bartender continued to work on his own. Suddenly, the barefoot man in white had already arrived in front of him. The corners of his mouth twitched unnaturally, giving up the idea of ​​pretending not to see this person, sighed, and he looked closer and found that the man did not feel any coldness because he was walking barefoot in the snow.

The man in white ignored the bartender's somewhat disgusting gaze. He slowly approached, his eyes bent out of a pair of flattering smiles.

The other party walked over, patted his shoulder, and tapped his fingers gently, which made the young man shudder. The man in white seemed to have something to do and needed his help. The young man looked at the man in white, but found that the latter looked in vain and pointed behind him.

The bartender had no sense of prevention and subconsciously raised his head along his hand. The exposed skin on the thick down jacket suddenly cooled down, and someone poked a syringe!
Chapter completed!