After the meal, Fuji Aiko began to pack her suitcase.

"Let's keep the pajamas here in Caizisang?" Ye Zhao put the folded pajamas at the end of the bed and walked out of the bedroom.

This set of pajamas was not his, but when he decided to come here, Fuji Aiko bought it temporarily, but the size was quite appropriate.

"Hey? Yes." Fuji Ayako gave him a little attention from her suitcase.

They will set off to return to Tokyo this afternoon, and then go to the small theater park in Kitazawa, Setaya-ku to watch the performance together at 7:30 pm.

In fact, Fuji Aiko, who called Ye Zhao yesterday afternoon, was originally just to convey the invitation, but after answering the phone, things started to develop in another direction.

"By the way, I haven't asked Cai Zisang yet, which drama I'm going to watch later?" Ye Zhao sat on the ground beside her.

Fuji Ayako laughed at him, "From yesterday afternoon to now, I finally remembered asking about the performance."

"There is nothing to do with this kind of thing, because there is something that attracts me more than a performance." Ye Zhao said, while picking up the packing belt and handing it to her.

Fuji Aiko gently patted the back of his hand, without taking the packing belt, stood up and walked towards the living room. After a while, he turned back, holding two tickets in his hand, "Here, please."

Ye Zhao took it and glanced at it, ""Memory of the Stars"? I feel that you can imagine what the plot is just by looking at the title."

"It doesn't sound like a good thing."

"Nothing happened." Ye Zhao looked at her with a smile, "At this time, even out of politeness, it is better to say it is very interesting."

"So what you say now is social rhetoric?" Fuji Ayako somehow got entangled.

"Give me aside." Ye Zhao made a surrender gesture.

Fuji Aiko let him go, and she continued to pack her luggage in a good mood.

...

Fuji Aiko drove here alone. Before Ye Zhao left, she helped her take her suitcase to the parking lot and put it in the trunk.

"How far is Ye Jun's home from here?"

Ye Zhao calculated in his mind, "If you take the tram, it will take about fifteen or sixteen minutes."

"This distance is quite close."

"So, if you don't go back and take a look, it's a bit unreasonable." The matter of going back to your hometown was a temporary decision in the morning.

Fuji Aiko nodded, "Since that's the case, I will book the restaurant I went to last time and book a private room, and then make an appointment to meet there. After dinner, go directly to the theater. How about it?"

"Don't worry, I will definitely go back to Tokyo before five o'clock, and I won't be able to show the Caisang Pigeon."

...

He said goodbye to Fuji Ayako for a while and waited for a taxi on the side of the road. He was not short of money anyway, so Ye Zhao took the taxi directly and headed towards his hometown.

In the driving taxi, Ye Zhao dialed the phone number at home, and the person who answered the phone was his mother. She and her sister Ye Qing were both at home now, while her father went to Hakone to play golf with her colleagues at the school.

When she learned that Ye Zhao was coming, her mother's reaction was very excited and she repeatedly said she would go out to buy ingredients for dinner immediately. Ye Zhao quickly stopped her, "There is no need to be so troublesome. I just happened to have something to come here and could only stay until about four o'clock. And there is still a recording that has not been finished tonight."

He did not completely lie. The recording of the two songs "Singer's Love Song" has been announced to end. After He Fuji Ayako finished watching the theater performance, he had to go to Shibuya's mixing room to confirm the final production process of the song.

"Okay, then I'll wait for you at home with Xiaoqing." My mother's mood fell a little, but she could still hear it was very happy.

Ye Zhao did not take the bus directly to the door of his house, but got off at a flower shop not far from home and went to the store to select a bouquet of orchids.

He walked home slowly with flowers in his arms, rang the doorbell, and a small step sounded from far to near. The door was opened with force, and Ye Qing's vibrant voice sounded: "Brother!"

"Wu'an." Ye Zhao handed the flowers to her.

"Is this for me?" Ye Qing looked happy.

"I think beautifully." Ye Zhao deliberately poured cold water, "This is for my mother."

“…so stingy.”

Ye Zhao changed his shoes in the entrance hall, "You are still early to receive the flowers. Let's talk about it when you are eighteen years old."

Ye Qing let out a "stop" and entered the living room with flowers in her arms. Soon after, she walked out from inside with empty hands.

"What's wrong?"

"Mom asked me to find a bottle to put flowers in."

"Remember to find a beautiful vase."

"You don't need such a thing to give me a special order!" Ye Qing said angrily. Even so, when Ye Qing returned to the living room with a vase five minutes later, he had no idea where the dissatisfaction just now had been flying.

...

Ye Zhao stayed at home for about two hours.

When he learned that he still had work in Tokyo, his mother, who had been hoping that he would live, immediately changed her mind. Instead, she paid more attention to time than he himself. Before three in three, she urged him to set off quickly.

This made Ye Zhao feel a little embarrassed. After all, the reason why he had to go back before five o'clock was to go on a date, not for imminent work.

"It's less than an hour to go back to Tokyo from here, so there's no need to be so nervous." Ye Zhao said, "By the way, it's rare that the weather is so good. Let's go out to find a cafe and have some afternoon tea, right?"

"Agree!" Ye Qing raised her hands to agree.

So, my mother drove Ye Zhao and Ye Qing and his brothers and sisters together to a cafe not far from the station. The store address was provided by Ye Qing, and it is said that she is quite popular among her classmates.

Because it was summer vacation, there were several young girls who looked like students sitting in the store. As soon as Ye Zhao appeared, a sharp-eyed girl recognized him, covered her mouth, and looked in disbelief: "Really, fake?!" However, even if she was excited, she did not do anything rude.

The three of them sat down at a four-person table by the window. Ye Zhao and his mother all had coffee, but Ye Qing showed off her skills and ordered three different cakes in one breath.

"Eat so much cake, be careful to become a big fat man." Ye Zhao teased her.

Ye Qing puffed up her cheeks, "It's so rude!"

"Where is it? This is a kind reminder of my own brother."

"..." Ye Qing grinded her teeth, lowered her head, and shoveled a large mouthful of cake and stuffed it into her mouth as if she was venting her eyes. It seemed that she was not eating the cake, but her brother.

The mother smiled and watched the brother and sister quarrel with a smile on her face.

At this time, the girl who had just recognized her seemed to have finally plucked up the courage, held the signature book and moved to their table, and asked, "That... Is it Ye Zhaosang?"

Ye Zhao raised his head and showed a kind smile, "Hello."

The moment the eyes were facing the girl, the girl's face turned red to the base of her neck. She handed out the signature book and whispered: "Although I'm sorry, can you ask Ye Zhaosang to help sign an autograph? That, I'm Ye Zhaosang's big meal..."

"Yes." Ye Zhao agreed readily, pulling away the signature book from her, "But, I didn't bring a signature pen when I came out today. Did you bring it?"

"...Yes!" The girl quickly handed over the signature pen.

Ye Zhao took the pen and signed his name on it, "By the way, what is your name?"

"Haruna, Asai Haruna."

"What a good name, it matches you very much." Ye Zhao praised casually, writing "To Haruna Jiang" on his signature book.
Chapter completed!