When he finished reading the book in his hand, the silver-haired girl also poked her head out of the stairs.

"An Daoyuan, Shiyin and I have finished washing. You can go take a bath."

Xue felt the departure of Chen Lu, so she also changed into her favorite little white cat patterned hooded pajamas.

He could see that the snow was relaxing now.

"You didn't use up the hot water this time." Andaoyuan handed the fruits on her table that the deer didn't move. He had tasted some of them just now.

Xue bulged her cheeks and pretended to be bulging: "I never waste water."

This made him amused: "Okay, then I'll go now."

Tokyo calls this bathing culture a hot spring culture, which is also caused by the Japanese climate.

Japan is an island country with abundant water resources and is full of humid sea breezes all year round. In order to cleanse and eliminate fatigue, the current hot spring or bathing culture has gradually formed.

Andaoyuan sometimes chooses this way of relaxation now.

However, compared to other people's family-style bathing - when the family uses a basin of water, Andaoyuan naturally does not choose this strange method, and when taking a bath, he will naturally use freshly burned water.

I remember one time, the kitten forgot to close the valve, so the hot water flowed along the sewer pipe.

Xue is pretending to be dizzy and wants to pass the test, so this is also the reason why Andaoyuan asked this question.

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In the legend of the Europa, the world's first blue hyacinth was named "LaUnique".

Because it is the only one, the blue hyacinth also has a romantic style that belongs to the coast of the Aegean Sea in ancient Europe.

This is also one of the origins of the name of Hyacinth, which represents the hope sent by the breeze season on the coastline.

Miss Hyacinth likes this legend very much. She wrote these stories in her letter paper, and Andaoyuan remembered them all when she heard them.

When he saw the beautiful mountain mists on the bathtub connecting the patterns of the sea, and when he thought of Miss Hyacinth's letter, he could always think of the beautiful legends belonging to Crete.

Just thinking about this, he walked into the bathroom with a bath scarf. During this period, Xue did not tease him. After all, the silver-haired girl knew she was shy. She was now playing with Shi Yin on the bed in the room.

Although Xue has her own room, she occasionally looks for Shiyin Shinya to act coquettishly, and then when she is tired of playing, she holds her own cup and falls asleep.

The water in the bathroom is already very hot. If you take a bath, you need to have a hotter water temperature to make it comfortable. Andaoyuan lies in the water and feels that his brain is empty.

He said to himself: "Maybe I should make a cup of tea. The West Lake Longjing that Lao An mailed me to me with the current bathing is a great enjoyment."

Japanese bathing is also called bathing, and there is a set of traditional rules that must be followed:

When you go to soak, you should bring two towels, one large and one small. Wipe your body after soaking. You cannot bring it into the bath. You can only bring a small towel to the bath. However, the small towel is neither used to cover the key parts nor rub the body, but it is just placed on your head.

The traditional place for soaking in Chiyoda, Tokyo is hot springs. Usually there are two hot spring pools indoors and outdoors. They go out in the open air. In winter, they face the cold wind and their body will cool down quickly.

So the most important thing is to protect the head, because the head will not soak in the hot spring. If the hair is wet, it is easy to get frosted or even have a headache and cold. Many people are used to covering their heads with small towels, which over time has become a traditional ritual and custom of "bath tubs and towels" on Neon.

Andaoyuan took a bath in the bath in the house, so he naturally didn't need to cover a small towel on his head.

The hot water filled the whole room, making him feel that time seemed to have slowed down. Soaked in warm water, countless warm water flows slowly surging, very relaxed.

He was a little impressed by Archimedes, who could think about the law of buoyancy while taking a bath. If he had asked him to think now, he might only recall what Shakespeare wrote about "The hot spring can happen from the trickle of drops."

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On the other side, the Chenlu follow the spiritual power traces left by the past and search for their destination on the roadside.

Whether it is the cars flying by the roadside or the non-stop light curtain on the commercial street of the building, they all bring them a completely different feeling.

The technology that seems to be a civilized leap in human society has brought a huge impact on these isolated little monsters.

Unlike this, the teahouse that has been around for three hundred years is still next to the corner of the original wooden archway. After all, only a few people can see it. It belongs to Torii after the "first line".

Both sides of Mupailou Street are covered with wooden buildings, about two to three meters high. There are a hundred-year-old shops here. The most conspicuous one is the blue "Yiyuan Tea House"

Yiyuan Teahouse is the name given by a monk. Chen Lu still remembers meeting Yiyuan’s little monk here.

The monk spent two years looking for bamboo near Tokyo to build this teahouse, and another two years to wait for the first guest.

"Master Yiyuan is still here?" Chen Lu took off the hat on her head to cover it.

A handsome man with a paintbrush in his hand came out of the room. He seemed to have not heard this name for a long time. He said with two nostalgia: "Old monk, after he built the teahouse, he fell asleep here with the teahouse."

"Has he passed away?" Chen Lu was not familiar with the world, but he could vaguely feel it, so he asked directly.

The handsome man did not refute: "He is just sleeping here, which is also the ideal of the old monk. Forget it, I won't bother him. Since you guys know him, come in."

Chen Lu saw him painting a painting. The painting was filled with golden sunshine and red fallen leaves. An old monk on the street was holding a broom in his hand and swept the fallen leaves around.

"I am Zhuzi's bamboo, and I am also a painter, a painter who belongs to paper painting." He did not say anything more, but instead focused on outlining the painting on the drawing board with the brush in his hand.

Xiao Chenlu took the key to the rest tea room and also obtained the promise of bamboo, so she was ready to go upstairs to rest.

As they were about to go upstairs, Zhu asked politely: "Do you mind if I draw you in? I have painted this painting for a month and found a trace of inspiration, but the character I lacked in the end, I think I know what it should be."

Chen Lu didn't mind, after all, they also borrowed the rest tea room here.
Chapter completed!