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In a harmonious and warm atmosphere, everyone finished the meal talking and laughing. After sending the two members of the Yinglun Committee out of the restaurant, Genichiro Miyagi and Masahiro Nakamura went straight to the Yinglun Committee with the copies.

Go.

As expected, the meal was quite worthwhile. About three hours later, the results of the review of the film "A Long Day" came out. The film's rating was set as G, which is a general grade, no

Any restrictions.

"The matter of submitting the film for review has been resolved, and there is nothing else to do."

Genichiro Miyagi and Masahiro Nakamura walked out of the Yinglun Committee one after another. Genichiro Miyagi said to Masahiro Nakamura as he walked: "I'm going to deal with my affairs later. What about you,

You can also do your own thing and take Meihui around for fun."

"Hi, I got it."

With a slight nod of his head, Nakamura Masahiro responded affirmatively. Although they came to Tokyo together, it is certainly impossible for the two of them to act together all the time. Genichiro Miyagi has his own things to do, and Nakamura Masahiro also has corresponding tasks to complete.

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"I will contact you when I go back."

After saying the last sentence, Miyagi Genichiro took out the key and opened the car door. He lowered his head and bent down. Miyagi Genichiro got into the car first, and then Nakamura Masahiro opened the car door from the other side and then got in the car.
With the roar of the engine, the wheels switched from the prohibited state to the rotating state, rolling over the ground and driving away. After returning to the hotel, Genichiro Miyagi and Masahiro Nakamura parted ways.

Watching Genichiro Miyagi drive away, the distant car shadow slowly disappeared from the field of vision. Then, Masahiro Nakamura withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked into the hotel, and soon returned to the room where he stayed.

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"Onii-chan, you're finally back. I'm bored to death."

Opening the door to the room, the overflowing light instantly enveloped Masahiro Nakamura, and bright lights filled every corner of the room. As soon as Masahiro Nakamura stepped into the room, he heard the little girl's voice full of complaints.

"Okay, I've finished all my things."

Facing Mihui's resentful eyes, Nakamura Masahiro comforted the little girl and said, "Let me take a rest first, and then we will set off."

Although he didn't do anything strenuous today, he had been working hard for most of the day, making Nakamura Masahiro feel very tired. If he didn't take a good rest, he might not have the energy to take the little girl out to play.

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"Then, should we go to see Bo-chan first, or should we go to Disneyland first?"

When Nakamura Masahiro went to bed to rest, the little girl took the initiative to come to the bedside. She tilted her head and looked like she was thinking. She had already begun to think about visiting Minami and visiting Disneyland, but she was a little confused about the order of the two.
"Well, let's go visit Minami first."

After thinking for a while, Masahiro Nakamura made a decision and said with a thoughtful expression: "If possible, let's take her to Disneyland with us."

If you choose to visit another little girl Minami first, as long as she can come out, you can go to Disneyland together. After all, it is definitely not a good thing for Minami to stay in Tokyo during the Chinese New Year.

Afterwards, Nakamura Masahiro closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep after a while. The little girl Mihui returned to her room and began to tidy up carefully and prepare for the trip. The excited posture was like

It's like winning a big prize.

Time passed by quietly minute by minute, like a river flowing quietly. The sun hanging high in the sky seemed to have not changed at all, but it was also inadvertently sliding down bit by bit.
As the evening approached, Nakamura Masahiro slowly woke up. The feeling of fatigue was relieved a lot, and the blurred consciousness slowly returned to normal. He stretched out his hand and squeezed his eye sockets, and Nakamura Masahiro struggled to get up.

Bed.

Stepping to the window, Nakamura Masahiro stretched out his hand to open the glass window and cast his eyes on the world outside the window. The sky was gray and gloomy, as if someone had covered it with a thin curtain, and dots of starlight faintly peeked out.

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The street lights are already on, and the light they emit continues to spread to the surroundings. The numerous lights are arranged like a matrix, making the road look like daytime. People come in and out of the shops on both sides from time to time. They enter empty-handed and then leave fully loaded.<

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Neon lights of different colors lit up one after another, like competing for beauty, forming a colorful picture. The speeding vehicles passed by in a flash, and the roar that resounded through the long street merged into the noisy noise.

Still very eye-catching.

As his stomach growled, the feeling of hunger rose from the bottom of his heart and rushed straight to his brain, making Masahiro Nakamura know that he had to eat something. Otherwise, this feeling of hunger would be very uncomfortable.

Turning around and walking to the bed, Nakamura Masahiro bent down and grabbed the phone on the bedside table, then directly dialed the hotel's food delivery number and simply ordered some food. Although it is a chain hotel, this hotel also provides corresponding catering services.

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About ten minutes later, there was a slight knock on the door, and then the voice of the hotel delivery boy came from outside. Apparently, the food that Nakamura Masahiro ordered just now has been delivered.

Nakamura Masahiro opened the door skillfully and politely thanked him. Then, he took the tray full of food from the hotel delivery boy and returned to the room. At the same time, he did not forget to use his elbow to open the door.

Close it.

"Onii-chan, you don't even call me to eat."

Putting the tray on the counter, Nakamura Masahiro pulled a stool and sat down. Just when he was about to immerse himself in the meal, Mihui's voice suddenly sounded from the side. The voice was full of resentment, as if he had been wronged.

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"Sorry, this was my oversight, Meihui."

Facing the little girl's staring eyes, Nakamura Masahiro frankly admitted his mistake. Although he could find a reason or excuse to deny it, if the little girl was in a bad mood, it would be more of a loss than a gain.

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Soon, Masahiro Nakamura called and ordered some food. After another ten minutes, the hotel delivery person brought the food up again. Mihui and Masahiro Nakamura sat at the counter and began to solve the problem of eating.
After a simple meal, Nakamura Masahiro freshened up again, and then packed up and got ready to go out. Mihui on the side was a little excited, and she seemed to be in a relatively excited state, spinning back and forth in the room throughout the process.

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"Let's go, Meihui."

Turning to look at the inexplicably excited little girl, Nakamura Masahiro shook his head noncommittally, not understanding why the little girl was so excited. He reached out to open the door, greeted the little girl, and took the lead to leave.

Got out.

Seeing this, Meihui quickly jogged and walked a few steps to catch up with Nakamura Masahiro. Then, the two of them came downstairs together and stood on the street outside the hotel, preparing to take a taxi to where Minami was staying.

Unfortunately, although the idea was good, I stood on the street for a long time, waiting left and right, but no taxi stopped. The passing vehicles passed by quickly, and there were many taxis mixed in, but it seemed that all the taxis were on board.

There are passengers.

After such a long time, even Nakamura Masahiro's calm mind became a little irritable. As for the little girl Mihui on the side, her face also showed her irritability. While pouting her little mouth, she became even more irritable.

He stretched his little head and looked around.

I don't know when the sky has completely turned dark, as if someone had painted it with the color of ink, and it was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers. A few stars were dotted in it, as eye-catching as fireflies.

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After waiting for a while, no taxi was willing to stop. The corners of the little girl Meihui's mouth were turned up so high that she felt like she could hang a soy sauce bottle. She wandered back and forth, turning around in circles from time to time.
Although Nakamura Masahiro is not as obvious as the little girl, he is also in a low mood. Logically speaking, a big city like Tokyo should have a large number of taxis. Akasaka is also a prosperous area in the city center, but why are there not?

What about empty taxis?

"Nakamura-san?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from not far away, pulling Nakamura Masahiro out of his reverie. He subconsciously turned his head and looked in the direction of the source of the sound, only to see a man standing diagonally opposite.

Middle-aged man.

The tall figure gives people a burly look, the messy hair looks a bit decadent, and the clothes on the body look very neat, but there are slight signs of fading, which still reveals that the other party's financial situation is not very good.<

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Looking at the other party's very familiar face and the relatively familiar voice, a name rose in his mind. Nakamura Masahiro glanced at the other party, stared at the middle-aged man who was approaching, and spoke in a slightly tentative tone.
"Are you Yosuke Mukai-san?"

When the other party came closer, Nakamura Masahiro couldn't help but look at him carefully. He didn't know what Yosuke Mukai's life was like in Tokyo. The face in his impression was a bit vicissitudes. At this time, he looked like

Even more depressed.

"It's me, Nakamura-san."

In response to Nakamura Masahiro, Mukai Yosuke forced a smile on his face. He nodded to the little girl Mihui beside him as a greeting, and then moved his eyes back to Nakamura Masahiro and said:

"Why did you come to Tokyo? When did you come?"

"I haven't been in Tokyo for long, and I have some things that I need to come over to handle."

Nakamura Masahiro simply responded with a few sentences, unwilling to discuss this topic too much, and smoothly moved to another topic: "What about you, how are you in Tokyo now?"