Chapter 598 It Doesn't Feel Good

The hotel in the small town, the room is not big, but it is very clean.

Yan Rusheng dragged the suitcase and walked into the room. This was the hotel where Xuxu lived before, and it was the room where Xuxu lived.

The boss said that it had already been booked online by a customer. The customer arrived in the early morning, and the customer specified this room, which had a balcony and a view of the whole town.

He paid ten times the price before the customer was willing to transfer it to him.

On the balcony facing the street, a hanging chair is hung on the balcony, and a small wooden table is placed next to it. Two white porcelain coffee cups are placed on the wooden table.

Yan Rusheng let go of the box, walked over, stretched out his hand to gently shake the hanging chair, and couldn't help but spread a gentle and doting smile on the corner of his mouth.

What appeared in his mind was Xuxu sitting cross-legged on this hanging chair, the sun came in from outside and sprinkled on her body, she was holding her favorite book, lazily and quietly, such a picture.

Thinking about it, he bent down and sat on it. His tall figure made it very awkward to sit on. He grabbed the edge of the hanging chair with both hands, carefully, for fear that the chain on the top would break.

This is the first time he sits on this kind of hanging chair, like a cat and dog's nest.

He thought, this kind should be specially designed and manufactured for little women.

I touched the ground on my toes, and tried to shake it lightly a couple of times, but it felt... not very good.

Gradually, he was no longer afraid.

Under the white street lights, the small town at night is plunged into a hazy white mist.

The tall man leaned his head on the edge of the hanging chair, thinking about the person he missed, and gradually fell asleep.

...

Days, before it was bright, the town was already bustling and bustling.

Yan Rusheng opened his eyes and found that he had been sitting on this hanging chair and sleeping all night. For so many days, this was the first time he slept until dawn.

Perhaps it was also because of this that he was able to sit and sleep all night.

He got up and took two steps towards the window, while stretching lazily, while looking down at the downstairs, men and women on the street, half of them were tourists from other places, and half of them were local vendors doing business.

'Ah Choo'

Yan Rusheng sneezed without warning, and he sniffed again, but it didn't work.

He thought it might be because he slept on the hanging chair all night without a quilt. The air conditioner in the south is not as good as the heating in the north, the temperature is not so uniform, and the effect is not so good.

Yan Rusheng quickly washed up, changed into clothes, and was about to leave. He continued to look for Xuxu.

He thought, since she didn't go back on New Year's Eve, she definitely wouldn't return to Kyoto so soon.

None of the things in the suitcase I brought have been used, and the toothbrush and toothpaste are prepared in the hotel.

That kind, he never used it before, even if it was in a seven-star hotel.

Yan Rusheng dragged his small suitcase and walked on the busy street. Although the place was rebuilt after the natural disaster more than 20 years ago, it didn't change its original ethnic flavor at all.

The people on the streets and at the end of the street are even sparser than those in the middle of the street.

As he walked, he looked at the shops on both sides of the street.

He wondered if Xuxu got tired of staying in that hotel all the time and changed to another hotel. In fact, she was still in this town.

A photo studio that looked old was full of people. Yan Rusheng stopped and looked up at the name of the photo studio, 'Historical Photo Studio'.

There was an endless stream of people coming in and out.