I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 225 Qiu Mingshan Car God

There are two most touching places in the station: an entrance and an exit.

One reason is that they don't want you to leave, and the other is that they're waiting for you to come back.

That person is like a train station; you don't want him to leave, but you're also waiting for him to come back.

Bai Qianxia, ​​Yu Chuan Qianxia... any name is fine, what really matters is not the name but the person.

Those were people who shared their childhood with them.

Bai Xuan was still pondering how to greet her and ease the awkwardness that had arisen from not seeing her for so long.

The last time I saw Bai Qianxia was two years ago, which is a long time even in modern society. For Bai Xuan, it was an even longer time, long enough for him to rise from the Marquis of Champion of the Great Qin Dynasty to become the most outstanding swordsman in the Northern and Southern Dynasties.

It's natural to feel unfamiliar with each other.

That's the length of dozens of lifetimes.

However, Bai Xuan is not someone who is used to getting close to others. He is neither a social bull nor a social terrorist. Although he is never short of friends, it is usually not him who takes the initiative to approach others, but rather the other party who takes the initiative to come to him, like butterflies and bees attracted by flowers. Then the bees dance a recruitment dance and bring more bees. By the time he realizes it, a group of people have already gathered around him.

He didn't feel like he had done anything voluntarily. He just sat there normally, occasionally speaking, or listening when he didn't want to talk, or sitting by the window reading a book, or playing a game for a while, and then the crowd naturally gathered around.

My college roommate said that what he admired most about Bai Xuan was that he never said anything bad or did anything wrong. He always treated everyone with composure and always looked at everyone with an air of self-importance that said, "I don't care to flatter you."

Upon hearing this, Bai Xuan immediately kicked the other person in the butt—wasn't that just being pretentious?

But his roommate's assessment was accurate. He didn't know what it meant to please others, and he was habitually self-centered. As a result, he was able to live a very exciting life, becoming a legendary figure, but he also appeared cold and unapproachable.

When Bai Xuan pressed the doorbell, he was still thinking about whether he should be more enthusiastic and preferably show a 45-degree angle smile.

then……

He thinks too much.

It's not his place to be enthusiastic.

The woman, who rushed out with light steps like a butterfly, gave her mother a warm hug right in front of her. Like a cloud floating in the night sky, the sudden embrace softly dispelled all the awkwardness and unfamiliarity.

Bai Qianxia was by no means a poet of the graceful and restrained school; she never read poems of lamentation about spring and autumn.

Despite being a Japanese person with a more conservative ideology, her expression of emotions is more unrestrained than that of the French.

Bai Xuan reminisced about the past in this passionate, almost suffocating embrace.

She was both an older sister and a mother, holding my hand and leading me to count stars under the night sky, carrying a ruler to supervise me as I did my homework, and snuggling together on the sofa wrapped in a blanket to secretly watch horror movies at night... She was an older sister, an elder, and my childhood sweetheart.

Bai Xuan would occasionally think about it after he grew up.

How can one person possess so many attributes at the same time?
As Bai Xuan grew up, he increasingly felt unsure how to face her... His feelings were probably more complicated than Yang Guo's when facing Xiaolongnu.

Fortunately, there were people whose feelings were much more complicated than Bai Xuan's.

"Have you hugged enough?" Ren Qinglan said coldly, her hand clamping down on her two fair arms. "If you've hugged enough, let go. Don't push your luck. Keep your distance, understand?"

Hanekawa Chinatsu slowly released her hand, her expression quite reluctant. It was as if a desert island survivor who hadn't had a good meal in years had suddenly returned to the civilized world and tasted home-cooked food again, wishing she could lick the pot clean.

"What's wrong with me holding my own nephew? Sister-in-law, don't be so stingy. Wouldn't it be impolite of me not to show such enthusiasm?"

She nuzzled Bai Xuan's face again, then emphasized, "In Russia, this is called a cheek kiss."

Traditional cheek kisses are generally quite conservative, stemming from Orthodox religious traditions.

There was also a remarkable figure in history who elevated the cheek kiss to an unprecedented level. The Count of Monte Cristo, who was known for his large-scale distribution of medals, changed the cheek kiss from three kisses on the face to two light kisses on the face and a passionate kiss on the lips. He also lavishly offered passionate kisses in diplomatic settings. These were not just formalities; the intensity was quite strong. Some people were kissed until they bled, and some even lost their beards. Regardless of gender or age, this was the infamous Burgh's kiss.

However, he still had principles and never took the initiative to kiss people from capitalist countries. Once, after being kissed by the president of America, he was very angry, probably because he felt that he had been tainted by something unclean.

Because of their peculiar preferences, a new custom of kissing emerged in diplomatic settings of that era, resulting in many cringe-worthy images...

Fortunately, Yuukawa Chinatsu didn't really intend to replicate Xunzong's tactics on Bai Xuan.

Before the beautiful mother could deliver a powerful blow, she released her grip first.

Then, he casually took two steps back and took out two pairs of slippers from the shoe cabinet.

"Come in, everyone. You must be tired from your journey. Please rest for a while."

The villa in front of us covers an area of ​​nearly 300 square meters and has three floors. It has a large yard that is nearly 100 meters long, where there is a cherry blossom tree that is over 100 years old. However, even though it is the flowering season, it has not yet bloomed.

Its architecture is not a standard Japanese building structure; instead of using wood for the main beams and load-bearing structure, it is a sturdy brick and tile house.

Because this house originally belonged to a Soviet citizen who loved the heavy industrial style of reinforced concrete, it eventually ended up in the hands of the Hanekawa family.

Apart from the newly installed wooden floor in the corridor, all other floors are tiled, except for a tea room that is not frequently used, which is decorated in a Japanese style.

Bai Xuan went over and saw that the tatami mats were covered with a layer of dust.

"This room isn't used often?"

"It's not commonly used. Tatami mats aren't practical, and besides, what era are we living in? Nobody likes sleeping on the floor."

Chinatsu Hanekawa brought over drinks and said with a smile, "You've been watching too many anime. Do you really think old Japanese houses are nice to live in? They're just pretty to look at."

"Pure wood flooring not only creaks when you walk on it, but it also can't bear weight, so you can't put large beds on it, and you have to consider the weight when buying furniture."

“I occasionally visit friends’ homes, but the rooms are too small to accommodate a guest room, so I have to sleep on a makeshift bed on the floor. I wake up with a sore back and aching muscles.” Bai Xuan wiped the dust off the table and complained, “You’ve become like a foreigner.”

"I am one-eighth Chinese by nature."

"One-eighth of them are Russians."

As she spoke, Chinatsu Hanekawa rubbed her shoulders: "Lately, my shoulders have been aching all the time... If only a kind nephew would come and massage my shoulders right now, where can you find such a filial nephew?"

He then gave a suggestive look.

Bai Xuan didn't answer immediately, but instead looked around.

“My sister-in-law can’t come for the time being, so I asked her to wake Mom up.” She gave a sly smile: “I reckon the two of them have some private things to say to each other.”

Bai Xuan walked behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders, beginning to massage them.

He has a deep understanding of the human body's muscles, bones, meridians, acupoints, and the flow of blood and qi, so his massage techniques are naturally top-notch.

"Ah...yes, right, right, this is it, it's both sore and numb." Hanekawa Chinatsu squinted her eyes comfortably.

"If you want a massage, why don't you just go to a physical therapist?"

“I don’t trust those people.” Chinatsu Hanekawa stuck out her tongue. “Mainly because I’ve seen those kinds of movies, and I’ve always been a bit wary of these shops ever since.”

Bai Xuan: “…”

If you're just chatting, why are you driving?

"Besides, the service attitude of the Japanese is too formulaic." She hummed softly, "After staying in China for a long time, I always feel that something is wrong when I go back to Japan. They are so stingy. For massages, I still have to go to a strong Northeastern lady who can massage my soul until it leaves my body... Ah~ be gentle, not there!"

Bai Xuan released his grip: "Two years have passed, and all you've been doing is shoving the car wheel in my face, huh? If you don't tone it down, I'm not going to keep doing it."

Fortunately, he is a steadfast Taoist practitioner. All those years of playing shooting games have paid off; his recoil control is top-notch. If it were any other kid of the same age, his scalp and everything below it would have been hard by now.

"No, no, please massage my back and waist again. Auntie, I have a lot of burden to bear."

She turned around and lay face down on the tatami mat, hugging the soft cushion with both hands, and gently kicked the young man with her foot: "Oh my god, wadashi~"

Bai Xuan is a fan of anime and manga, so he is less resistant to girls who can speak Japanese and act cute.

Ever since he started watching cartoons in junior high school, his resistance to his aunt's occasional use of Japanese has gradually decreased.

At this point, a picture of Tom and Jerry is needed—poor Tom being manipulated by a woman.

He started massaging her back anyway.

The sound was clicking.

This time, Hanekawa Chinatsu was much more well-behaved, lying quietly and occasionally letting out suppressed sounds, probably because her back was really sore.

Bai Xuan thought that acupuncture would be even more effective.

After more than ten minutes, Bai Xuan let go of his hand: "That's about enough."

"Phew..." Bai Qianxia let out a breath, wiped the sweat from her forehead, turned around and looked at Bai Xuan who seemed completely unaffected, and clicked her tongue in amazement: "Young man, you have good stamina, strong endurance, and good explosive power. Auntie is very satisfied. I'll definitely pick you next time I come."

Bai Xuan said businesslike, "Working at a desk for long periods of time does put excessive pressure on your lower back. If the burden is too heavy, you can consider changing your working posture or buying a larger desk."

Bai Qianxia asked, puzzled, "What does this have to do with the table?"

Bai Xuan didn't answer. Instead, he took two large oranges from the fruit basket next to him, held them in front of his chest, and then sat on the table with his chest resting on the edge of the table, placing the oranges on the table.

Chinatsu Hanekawa's eyes widened, then she clapped her hands in sudden realization: "Oh~"

Indeed, if the desktop is wide enough and the height is suitable, you can put your burden on the desktop.

"Don't play dumb. I don't believe you haven't tried it yourself."

“I have tried it, but it wasn’t elegant enough.” Bai Qianxia stood up, supporting her waist. “As long as you massage my back more, I can handle any burden… No wonder the female assistants in the lab all like to date young men.”

"Maybe we don't have money to spend on them, but we really put in the effort."

She's still driving!
You haven't been doing research in Japan for the past two years, have you? You've been interning at the Akina Mountain Circuit, haven't you?

"It's been two years, can't we talk properly?"

Bai Xuan felt that she was both familiar and strange at this moment, and kept trying to steer the conversation in an indescribable direction.

"Of course not." Hanekawa Chinatsu suddenly pounced on him, knocking Bai Xuan down onto the tatami mat. Then she turned over and lay on his lap, whispering, "Speak properly, and then it'll be the same as before, won't it?"

"However, we are different now than we were in the past."

Two years have passed.

"I am not Bai Qianxia now, but Yu Chuan Qianxia."

"I've changed my surname back to my old one."

“You’re not the boy you used to be anymore; you’re an adult now.”

"Perhaps we should learn to interact from a different perspective, shouldn't we?"

(End of this chapter)