Yokohama Survival Guide

Chapter 68

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Extras on holiday benefits—— Extras in the main text: Roman Holiday

(One)

It is said to be a vacation, but the trip to Europe has only indescribable memories for you.

Cult priests, foundations, the secrets of the past of the duo... None of these are elements that should be included in a normal holiday. If it didn't cause irreparable consequences in the end, you would almost have European PTSD.

'It's a pity, as a result, the vacation is more exhausting than the work. '

After packing up and saluting, looking at the scheduled return ticket, you sigh unconsciously and gently put down your phone.This gesture caught the eyes of those around him, causing an interesting chain reaction.

"Change the ticket." Chuya suddenly said.

"what?"

"How about staying one more day? If it's a one-day vacation, I'm still fine." As if trying to divert his embarrassment, the orange-haired young man fiddled with the chocker around his neck, "How about Rome? There can be a connecting flight back to Yokohama." , is also a good place for vacation.

"...But, the ticket..."

"That kind of thing, it doesn't matter if you add another one." The man took a peek at you, confirmed the same wavering, and then made up his mind to continue, "... After all, this is the first time traveling, if only such memories are left, Undoubtedly, it is too sad.”

Speaking of this level, it would be too much to refuse.Besides, you were the one who was unwilling.

Ever since, the action duo quickly went through the relevant procedures.

You intend to waste your last holidays in Rome—

"It's absolutely fine to go with ordinary passengers this time!" Saying this, Chuya smiled confidently, "It won't always make you and me unlucky, J, fate is not so cruel!"

"Okay, let's try it."

(two)

Following tourists means that you only go to popular classics.

The first stop is the beautiful Trevi Fountain.The selling point of the wishing pool is enough to attract 90.00% of tourists to come here again and again, and the crowd is rubbing shoulders.You can't use any force beyond the norm, and you struggled to get to the edge of the pool.In the meantime, Chuya's hat was almost scraped off.

Tossing coins with the crowd, the two big men, apart from embarrassment, failed to leave any other insights.

"Do you think legends can come true, Chuya?" You asked vaguely with ice cream in your mouth.

The latter shook his head resolutely: "Of course not, would you believe it? What does it rely on to realize its wishes, is that stupid Poseidon like?"

’ What an unromantic statement. '

Licking the tip of the mango ball, you sigh inwardly.

'But that's what Chuya does, right?This guy obviously believes in himself more than he believes in the gods who fulfill his wishes. '

"Since you don't believe in legends, why did Chuya still toss a coin?"

Probably because the breeze is too pleasant, you lazily lean on the lap of your fellow travelers, staring at the blue sky that seems far away, and suddenly teases.

Unlike the crowd at the fountain at the first stop, when we arrived at Plaza de España, it was obvious that only photographers were there.

The crowd changed wave after wave, and after most of the photos were taken, the next journey began.

Only the two of you, who have nothing to do, are sitting in the sun foolishly, letting the sun burn yourselves to the brim.

Facing your teasing, Chuya replied naturally: "You are the one, J. If you don't believe in gods, why are you so serious?"

The ice cream in his hand has been eaten long ago, but the remaining low temperature still makes people feel comfortable to the touch.Gently cover your eyes with the palm of your hand, following the exotic tunes coming from the shops near the square, the man stood on tiptoe once in a while.The slight tremor coming from his thigh also makes your head go up and down.

This kind of little trick can really easily drive your drowsiness to the horizon.

"Probably, you don't want to miss the slimmest opportunity?"

You pushed away the hand covering your face, smiled and gave your answer.

This strange answer made waves in the blue that was close at hand. The orange-haired young man raised his left eyebrow and pushed your arm, motioning for you to continue explaining more.

But maybe it's because the air is too warm, your lips seem to melt and stick together, and you don't want to open them anymore.

"...Forget it, this is also very good."

A vague smile slipped out of his throat, and Chuya pushed his hands back.

He looked up at the sky as smooth as a mirror, and his mood was extraordinarily peaceful and peaceful.

'Is this supposed to be a vacation?Surprisingly good. '

Aspiring to be together, both of you are so emotional.

No passion and shock, no stimulation and frenzy;

It's just that this kind of life quietly basking in the sun together can be so joyful.

……

(three)

After lunch, you borrowed a scooter.Unhurriedly, we came to the landmark Colosseum.

Because I didn't squeeze the subway, I naturally enjoyed the scenery along the way.

After visiting this magnificent building, you are full of emotions.

The rulers of old have long since lost their lives and power.

What's more, the entertainment that was once exclusive to the residents of Rome has also been opened to the descendants of the enemies of its old lord in a facelift... Tourists from all over the world can freely admire such ancient buildings.

"Ah... so complicated."

You look down at the crowd of heads below, and your tone is tinged with unique awe.

"Hey, Chuya. Look, someone even carved their name on the wall! It's really courageous. Is this going to let yourself and this building be passed down through the ages? Or we also..."

"Wait! That's against the law!" The orange-haired youth's pupils trembled, and he frantically grabbed you who was about to imitate, "Didn't the broadcast warn you not to destroy buildings at will when you were queuing? Why are you still... ...Hey, don't avert your eyes from me, J!"

"...I've been waiting in line for too long, and I'm starting to lose my mind."

"Give me a good memory of what I should remember!"

"Obviously it's strange that the mafia still obeys the rules?"

"Don't say strange things, our Hong Kong gangsters operate legally!"

Like the most ordinary tourists, you are half-truthful and half-fake jokes;

Wandering in the old buildings, killing a rare moment of freedom.

It wasn't until you went around and around that you left under the vigilant eyes of the staff.

"Too stupid."

"Well, how silly."

You walked in the afterglow of the setting sun, looked at each other, and suddenly laughed.

"Where are you going next, Chuya?" After laughing, you wiped your tears and quickly read out the names of several landmarks, "Is it Piazza Venezia, or the Pantheon? You still missed a few places, we will quickly Some, still in time."

"...you have seen it all."

The orange-haired young man muttered, and he quietly clenched the note in his trouser pocket. It was written on the travel guide that was hastily sorted out last night—the Rome travel guide praised by netizens as a dream day trip. When he saw the title, I hurriedly copied it while my companion was taking a bath.

"If we knew it earlier, we would have moved faster. We missed too much..."

"Pfft," you finally couldn't bear it when you heard this, and covered your cheeks with a big laugh, "You've been tricked, you idiot."

"what?"

"I'm not Anne, and you're not Joe..." You briskly recited the name of the protagonist in the movie, and the shattered morning stars filled your occluded eyes, "Even if we have walked all the places, at the end, we still We will return to Yokohama together."

"...?"

Touching the blind spot of knowledge, the orange-haired man is puzzled.

But the more he is like this, the more you feel that the happiness in your heart is like a swollen and sweet cotton candy, light enough to fill every inch of your field of vision.

"Leave it alone, we'll go anywhere."

You yank off the other person's hat, happily admiring the other person's expression of surprise and astonishment.

"The plane is at three o'clock in the morning, and for the rest of the night, we will be in one place, let's have a good tour!"

"……you sure?"

Confused, Zhongyuan Zhong didn't know whether he was confused or ignorant as he held down the tail of his hair blown by the wind.

"That's right, quality is the most important thing in memories! So, you just need to choose one."

"...Okay. Let's go there then."

(four)

The one chosen by Queping is the Sant'Angelo Bridge on the banks of the Tiber River.

It's a subtle coincidence.

Even though I haven't seen that classic movie, Zhong also chose this place somewhere.

After a very delicious dinner, you walked unhurriedly through St. Peter's Square to the last stop of your Rome tour.Due to time factors, Castel Sant'Angelo is no longer open, and you can only take a look or two outside the building.

Zhong also feels sorry, but you don't care much.

In the orange night light, the Archangel looked down at the passers-by.

On both sides of the pier are ingenious statues of angels, which you admire one by one with admiration.Zhong also follows you, pushing the small motorcycle, and walking slowly.

The night breeze was cool, and none of you spoke for a while.

However, silent browsing has its limits.On the third walk back to the bridge, Chuya finally made up his mind.

"...Hello, J."

"Well, I'm listening, Chuya."

The lights exploded above your head, and you stopped in the middle of the bridge deck, and you seemed to have some kind of hallucination——

Your companion, Chuya Nakahara, is glowing all over.He shines so brightly that everything around him becomes a mosaic and no longer has any meaning.

"Want to sit up? I'll take you for a ride, just, for the rest of the time."

Covering the lower half of his face with his left hand, the voice of the orange-haired youth was like a mosquito,

"...Different from the exclusive memories of all tourists, I think you will probably like it."

"Okay."

You smiled and sat on the back seat of the scooter without hesitation.

Despite being shy, you feel strangely more happy.

After confirming that you are seated firmly, the next second, the car floats against gravity - you silently cross the railing of the Sant'Angelo Bridge amidst the screams of other pedestrians.

However, with the careful manipulation of gravity, it's certainly not an accident:

Instead, after plunging gently to the surface of the Tiber, you embark on a unique ride;

In the long waterway, in the romantic foreign land,

It was the beauty of the night breeze and the stars, and it was also the quiet joy limited to the two of them.

No need to talk to each other, no need to make eye contact,

Like the plot in a fairy tale, your Roman holiday ends with a drive that seems to last until the end of the day.

(Fives)

Before boarding, you see also check mailboxes.Well, I still received a euphemistic protest letter from Pengele.

Zhong Yuanzhong also quietly deleted it in the end, pretending that nothing happened.

The author has something to say:

I am a bedtime talker, and I promised my friends in the comment area to have a holiday welfare episode.This time point is after 5158, and it is also 233333 before the two returned to Yokohama

Sorry for being so late~ Normal updates will resume from tomorrow, I love you guys, come and interact with Mr. Chatterbox

good dream~

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