Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

In Wang Xuebin's impression, Kyoto has always been a very romantic city. His first impression of Kyoto came entirely from a Japanese anime with invisible endings, Detective Conan.

In the crossroads of Detective Conan: The cute Kotoyama and Ha in a kimono sing traditional songs while slapping the ball.

Under the cherry blossom trees, on the streets with falling flowers again and again, the leisurely and comfortable street scenery constitutes Wang Xuebin's entire fantasy of Kyoto.

This is a leisurely and leisurely city!

Of course, only tourists who come to Kyoto Prefecture have such ideas. The people who work and live here are no different from those who work in other cities.

I still run around for daily life, without stopping at all and enjoying the beautiful scenery.

Because only when you enter society will you realize that the food, rice, oil and salt in life are never simply food, rice, oil and salt!

Life and desire will put the same pressure on every adult. Driven by this pressure, everyone will keep moving forward.

People who are able to stop are either someone who has the pressure on you or are heartless. For such heartless people, we usually call them masters!

Wang Xuebin is now like a master like this. The tatami in front of him is filled with snacks, holding a large bucket of happy water in his hand, eating and drinking, and watching the cat and mouse heartlessly happy.

He still lives in a rented homestay, located in the northern part of Kyoto, which is quite remote, and there are no people living in the nearby area.

People living in this area either moved away or died. The house they left behind was purchased and renovated by a real estate company and converted into homestays and residential houses, and rented and sold to the public.

Although there is a company managing it, to be honest, the management is not in place. The alleys entering and leaving are very narrow, the road conditions are not very ideal, and there are shrubs and weeds, which feels very messy.

The place is remote and has no special services, and even the ordinary infrastructure is not perfect. If it weren't for the invasion of mosquitoes in this place, Wang Xuebin wouldn't have chosen to live here.

The house he lives in is Xinyezhai, which is the largest B&B in the nearest radius. It has two floors and a small compartment on the roof of the second floor to store some repair tools and other debris.

The house has seven bedrooms and three living rooms, three bedrooms on the second floor, a tea room, four rooms on the first floor, a living room and a dining room.

The kitchen is semi-open and you can cook by yourself. Unlike the B&B that Wang Xuebin rented before, the company that rented this B&B does not have the same requirements as not being able to cook with large oil smoke.

This is understandable. After all, one is a company, one is an individual, one is a specialist in this industry, and the other is just a few idle houses in your hands, making some extra money.

The ideas and goals are different, so the requirements will naturally not be the same, but in comparison, Wang Xuebin still prefers the small house in Osaka.

It’s not because the house is too big and looks empty, but because the place is too gloomy!

There was no sound of insects and birds singing, no sound of vehicles coming and going, and no sounds of occasional arguments and noises from the mansion behind the house.

It's so quiet here!

‘Dondon!’

This world is like slapping the face when you say it. As soon as you finish speaking, you can't hear any sound, and the noisy footsteps outside the door protest.

Wang Xuebin showed a meaningful smile and shouted outside the tea room door:

"Junexiong, go upstairs with a lighter pace!"

Junxiong is a child from his neighbor's house. Like Konori I met before, they are both seven years old, but Junxiong's seven years old is different from Konori's seven years old. Junxiong has been seven years old for several years!

Outside the tea room door, a small head poked out, with big round eyes, staring at Wang Xuebin without blinking.

"Does mom and dad start making trouble again?"

Wang Xuebin said, picked up a pack of snacks, shook it at Junxiong, and called him over.

The colorful snack packaging attracted Junxiong's attention. He didn't say anything and ran over directly "Dengdeng".

Wang Xuebin raised his eyebrows, stuffed the snacks in his hand into Junxiong's hand, poured him a glass of Coke, held him in his arms, and looked at the cat and mouse on the TV while eating.

What’s strange is that no matter how funny the content on the TV is, no matter what Wang Xuebin smiled, Junxiong, who was holding him in his arms, always had that indifferent expression without a trace of smile.

Perhaps, only when it is naughty can you find a trace of the innocent and childish meaning that a child should have in it.

Junxiong is a child from a neighbor's house, and his parents are not qualified. His father is a vicious, jealous and possessive violent tendencies.

My mother is a perverted mentalist who is indifferent, emotional, sensitive, and inferior.

In such a family, Toshio can grow up to seven years old, which is already the 8 million gods of Japan.

Junxiong's parents got married in the first place. As an illustrator's father, he met Junxiong's mother by chance, and was instantly attracted by her melancholy and weak temperament.

My father's possessiveness arose. He came to his mother and confessed to him simply and roughly. His father's confession method was just a rough saying, "I want you!"!

My mother doesn't like her father, but she is psychopathic. From birth to today, she has never felt the feeling of being valued and needed to be so much as she is now.

Driven by this emotion, my mother nodded in agreement!

Although both proposals and marriage seem unreasonable, the two still had a smooth life after marriage.

Although the father is small-minded and irritable, he will lose his temper as long as his mother praises other men, in addition to this, their lives are still very happy.

Just at the end of the year they got married, my mother became pregnant with their child, Xiao Junxiong.

My father even missed his honeymoon because he was too busy with work, so he took his pregnant mother to an old hotel on the shore of Hakone Lake for a few days.

Although Neyan's father did not say it clearly, his mother still noticed the father's intention of guilt and compensation.

The first dawn light in the morning surrounding the mountain edges shone on the mist-covered lake. The sun quickly dissipated the mist and flashed rugged waves.

In this old hotel by the Hakone Lake, my mother, who is indifferent and emotional, has experienced the meaning of happiness for the first time and has raised an expectation for her future life for the first time.

She felt that the years of suffering in the past had ended, and God was fair. After giving her endless years of pain, she would inevitably give her a happy future!

She firmly believes that she is looking forward to, looking forward to the birth of her children, looking forward to a happy family, looking forward to the beauty of the future, and looking forward to a happy tomorrow.

But...the cause of the wrong... can only produce wrong fruits and sad seeds...how can the flowers of happiness grow?

My mother never knew that even though her past had experienced countless sufferings, for her, the real suffering had not yet begun!

Who asked... her name is Jia Yazi...