Arrival date | From Setouchi to Kyoto

The 8:40 flight leaves home at six o'clock. I sent a WeChat message to Zhizhi. She took off from Tianjin 20 minutes earlier than me. I think she should be at the airport.

However, after ten minutes, she did not reply.

I was afraid that she would oversleep, so I called directly and didn't answer the phone. Three times, no answer. I didn’t answer the WeChat call either…

I became worried. She arrived in Tianjin from Chongqing at around one o'clock last night, and then stayed one night near Tianjin Airport. It is said that the area near Tianjin Airport is very remote and desolate, and they are all small hotels that are not standardized. Nothing will happen. …

After arriving at the airport and checking in my luggage, I finally received her message: "... I was washing my hair just now, and I'm leaving now..."

On the Air China flight, a group of uncles and aunties sitting in front of me and on my left and right sides probably formed a group spontaneously to travel. They all knew each other, and they were chatting lively. After breakfast, the flight attendant issued immigration cards to everyone. Immediately afterwards, people stood up and opened the luggage compartment, rummaging through the luggage, looking for passports and pens. Then the only one or two pens were shared among the uncles and aunties. At the same time, there was a loud discussion about what address to fill in for the hotel and copy it for me. It was another lively discussion.

Landed at Kansai Airport on time. When I walked onto the covered bridge, my phone connected to the mobile wifi, and a bunch of messages popped up. In the WeChat group "5.24 Osaka to Japan 6.5 Osaka to Japan", Zhizhi had already joined Xianhui, and they were chatting live during the live broadcast, forgetting that this was a content that did not care about decibels in Japan.

Go to the Starbucks on the departure floor to meet them. From a distance, you can see Zhizhi's red box at a glance. It really has the ability to capture everyone's attention. As expected, the two of them had a lively chat, speaking Mandarin mixed with their hometown dialect, and Xian Hui laughed heartily. Fortunately, the people around him, most of whom were probably compatriots, did not look sideways.

Do the math, it’s been nearly 16 years since we graduated from high school! The last time we went on a trip together was when seven or eight girls went to the forest farm to enjoy the mountains and rivers together after the college entrance examination. It has been fifteen or sixteen years!

When they were in school, Chang and Xianhui would eat in the corridor of the dormitory building with meals brought from the cafeteria and talk about which book they had read. When the conversation got exciting, they would shout excitedly or burst into laughter. Once I had a fever for several days, Xianhui took me to the First People's Hospital by bicycle every evening. We sat on the bed in the hospital lobby, injecting IV drips, watching the people coming and going in the hospital, and discussing what the doctor might be seeing. We are used to these things, how warm and cold people are, and how human nature is... Sometimes I feel that at that time, we actually thought about some things more deeply than we do now.

Every Saturday after school, Zhizhi and I often ride bicycles home together. We come out of No. 1 Middle School and go back to our homes through Dabei Road, Renmin Middle Road, and Chengzhan Road. In fact, Xianhui's family is closer to my family, but I don't know why we didn't get together. Maybe I forgot.

After graduation, we went to school in Beijing, Nanning, and Chongqing respectively. Xianhui and I have still kept in touch. We exchanged letters when we were in college. For more than ten years, every time I flew home to Nanning, I would usually go to the city to find Xianhui, eat a bowl of Nanning’s dried pig’s trotters noodles, and then she would ride They took me for a walk around Guangxi University on a bicycle or a small electric car, and even went to the flower shed inside to see the flower seedlings. Xianhui came to Beijing to stay for a few years, and started a business with Lao Ma called "Mr. Snail Noodles". After two or three years of hard work, the store was very successful. Then they returned to Nanning to build a snail noodle factory and e-commerce, which was better than a pure store. Be more successful.

I probably connected with Zhizhi after I got WeChat. One time during the Spring Festival, the "boss" wanted to set up a bureau and asked me who I wanted to meet. I said "Zhi Zhi", and it seemed that we connected at that time. She came to Beijing on a business trip, and we met twice. Xianhui was there on one of them, but I can't remember any trace of it. Did we really meet her? Is this happening?

It’s been 16 years, we are so far apart, and we are still able to go on a trip together, which is exciting to think about. I imagined what it would be like to meet them at the airport...handshake? Of course it's impossible! Embrace? No, it's not like the attitude the three of us face towards each other. Scream? It doesn’t seem like it will either…

"Let's go! Buy a ticket first."

This was the first thing I said when I approached them.

Then they got up, packed their suitcases, and walked out.

"Hahaha~ What Zhi said just now made me laugh to death..." As Xianhui walked, she retold the episode that Zhi Zhi just encountered when she entered the customs, and also asked Zhi Zhi to add explanations. Then Xianhui said that she was on the plane, and she was traveling with acquaintances in a group. They stood up and shouted to each other, which made her ears buzz.

We bought expressway bus tickets to Takamatsu from the vending machine outside the arrivals level. After confirming that number 7 was the boarding point and the departure time at 15:25, we returned to the food court Machiyakoji on the departures level for lunch. It was not yet two o'clock in the afternoon, so we met as scheduled and the time was very leisurely.

In the past year, Xianhui has taken a photography course, but the trivial daily life has not given her much motivation to practice. This time she went to great lengths to carry a huge camera and lens. She wanted to treat this trip as a review trip for her photography class, and she also helped us by the way. Pat, pat, pat. Zhizhi is the treasurer of a well-known large real estate developer. He usually transfers figures ranging from billions to billions. This time he has to be the treasurer of public funds for our three-person travel group. It is really aggrieved.

The photographer is really dedicated, and while we were waiting for the bus, we started auditioning.

The service in Japan is always polite and thoughtful. Everyone lined up neatly behind the Takamatsu waiting board. The staff issued a luggage authentication slip to everyone one by one, and then arranged our boxes one by one by the driveway. We passengers only had to As soon as you get on the bus, maybe they will put the boxes one by one into the luggage compartment according to a scientific arrangement method.

Xianhui sat by the window, I sat next to her, and Zhizhi sat on the other side by the window, with a handsome guy standing next to me.

After the bus left the airport, it turned north and ran along the bay toward Kobe. The bay glows a shimmering blue in the afternoon sun, which is mesmerizing. I opened the Baidu map and looked at it, pointed to Awaji Island after Kobe and said to Xianhui: "Do you think it will go forward when it arrives, or will cross the sea-crossing bridge, cross the island, and then turn back..."

Xianhui glanced at it and said, "If you have a normal mind, you should be able to pass through the island."

Xianhui took pictures of the sea outside through the car window for a while, and discussed with me the densely packed industrial zones built along the coast, and then said, "I'm sleepy, let's take a nap." Looking at Zhizhi on the other side, he was already asleep. You have to put your head on the handsome guy's shoulder.

But Xianhui started talking to me again, starting from discussing why so many industrial areas were built here, to how the houses in the industrial areas were so interesting and looked like deer, and then I asked her to take pictures quickly, eh? Why didn't you take the picture well? Can you take the picture... It was all mixed up. I don't remember what I said. It was just like the heated discussion we had while standing on the corridor of the dormitory with lunch boxes in our hands. It was just intentional in this quiet car. Lowered the decibel. On that side, Zhizhi had already fallen asleep with his face raised. A top student is a top student, and with his super willpower, he did not rest his face on others' shoulders after all.

When I went to Egypt, I once went to see a temple in a remote location early in the morning with a day tour group. I took a minibus. The Korean girl next to me actually fell asleep leaning on my shoulder the whole way. I was a girl. I also felt a sense of pity and cherishment.

Sure enough, the bus was in his right mind, passed Kobe, and took a shortcut through Awaji Island.

Coming to Awaji Island, at a service station, the bus stopped for ten minutes. It's about an hour before Takamatsu. We came down to do some exercise, and when we came back up, Xianhui and Zhizhi changed places, saying they were afraid that she would be bored sitting there alone. However, in the next hour or so, I fell asleep several times.

When we finally arrived at Takamatsu JR Station, it was already past 7pm. The bus passed through Central Avenue in Takamatsu City and arrived at the terminal. The night lights outside the window were not very prosperous, nor did it look commercial. I told Zhizhi, "We are coming to the countryside of Japan."

When I made the reservation, there were reviews saying that there was nothing to eat near the hotel and the hotel’s dinner was average. So, we first found a restaurant in the JR station and ate hot soba noodles with tempura and no vegetables. So before going back to the hotel, I bought wild vegetable juice at the 711 in the station.

The hotel is actually only four to five hundred meters away from the station, but it is only slightly away from the station, and there is not a single person or car in sight. Talking while walking, Zhizhi dragged her red box and walked in the middle of the road...

"Zhi, can we go back to the edge? We are here and we have to be good citizens!"

The hotel indeed looks "remote", and few of the surrounding houses have lights on.

But the hotel is very popular. Two or three staff members politely helped us check in, explained the hotel's service facilities, and gave us the entrance code for today's public bathhouse and hot spring pool. Send into the elevator.

The passageway connected to the elevator entrance is in the direction of the public bathhouse and hot spring pool. There are residents wearing yukata and carrying baskets coming and going. So much so that when we entered the room, the first thing we wanted to do was to take a bath in the bathhouse.

Indeed, for the next 5 nights I stayed here, I went to the bathhouse every night when I came back. The bathroom in the room is clean.

How happy is this nation to have public bathhouses and retain this tradition! You can take a shower, loosen your muscles and bones in the hot spring, or take a Turkish steam on the belly stone. In the smoke, you can chat about various things, joking about things, and seeing flowers in the mist, and inspiring collisions; chatting Even if something serious is difficult, it is not easy for others to see the embarrassment. After taking a bath in the bathhouse, I felt relaxed when I went back. I will tell you tomorrow’s events.