Peach.

In the Japanese system, it means peach blossom, and its pronunciation is roughly momo. If it is peach, it is momoko.

Of course, if it is cherry, it will be completely different. It is not as simple as adding a word in front of it like a Chinese character. Cherry Maruko is written in Japanese, that is - ちびまるkoちゃん, which has nothing to do with the imported character Tao.

The girl holding the piano was called Taozi, and she stood under the cherry blossom tree.

The grandma wearing a headscarf smiled and looked at the peaches walking towards her.

“Momoko, try the cherry blossom cake made by Obasan.”

The black cake made of white jelly is like a crystal ball, and the cherry blossom inside is blooming gorgeously.

The Japanese grandma's silly face was filled with a smile, "It's delicious. Obasan pours you some soybean powder."

"Don't." Taozi picked up the cherry blossom cakes covered with palm leaves. She was afraid that the soybean powder would stain the beautiful cakes. She looked at them with longing, "Obasan, you said before that there is a dream elf living in every cake. Can I make a wish to him?"

"Of course, I can tell him whatever my momoko wants." Obasan must have been a kawaii girl when she was young, and her voice was very sweet.

Taozi stared at the crystal ball, closed her eyes, and after a while, she said, "Obasan, I want to eat sweet potatoes."

Peach doesn’t know the pronunciation of sweet potato, but it is said in Chinese.

"Sweet potato?"

Taozi nodded.

The Japanese grandma didn't know what Taozi was talking about, so she handed the sticky note to Taozi from her pocket and pointed at it with a smile.

When she first met this girl, the two of them communicated in this way. They found a neighbor who knew Chinese to translate it, and then Obasan told Taozi again.

Peach wrote down sweet potatoes on the post-it notes, and then another meal, and cut it off.

"Forget it." Taozi held the Xuanbiao and gently touched the shiny jelly skin with her index finger, not knowing what to think about anymore.

The Japanese grandma looked at Taozi's expression and laughed, "My Taozi has a sweetheart."

"Obasan, don't talk nonsense...I don't!"

"Which boy is it? The big bear that Nobi often lies on the railing and listens to you playing the piano?"

"No..."

"That's someone else. Go and give the mysterious cake you made your wish to the person in your heart."

Peach's face turned red, as red as a blooming cherry blossom, "I can't..."

...

...

Many people in the exhibition hall gathered in front of Zhong Yue's work and looked at the newly completed calligraphy work.

"Why, this work obviously does not have any special brushwork, but it allows me to see a lot of things."

"What did you see?"

"I can't tell you. What's going on? I've seen a ghost." Many Japanese young men rubbed their eyes and looked at Zhong Yue's works incredibly.

In the Japanese calligraphy they learned, they would look at the laws of Chinese calligraphy critically, but at this moment, they seemed to feel that the laws became vitality under the writing of this young man.

Zhong Yue continued to wait, but he did not wait for anyone, but waited for the ink on the paper to dry, waiting for the vermilion ink to eat the paper to absorb the moisture.

Jin Yinglie could no longer speak. This Chinese boy's calligraphy attainment has reached this level!

This is the most colorful modern work he has ever seen!

"You... Master Zhong Yue, this work..." Aoyama Mitsuhiko stared at this work. He always believed that the Chinese calligraphy world is no longer worthy of attention and learning, because there is nothing worth learning from them. However, when he saw this work, his heartstrings were still touched.

There are many bad works. Good works do not need to be expressed in words and are deeply rooted in people's hearts. That is good!

Zhong Yue felt that the ink on the paper should have dried up, so he pressed it with rice paper that had not been written on the side, slowly rolled up the work, suddenly remembered something and said, "Who can take a photo for me?"

"ah?"

"I'm sorry, I have to take it away."

"No, according to the competition regulations, all entries need to be submitted." Aoyama Mitsuhiko said sternly, "And I am puzzled. What are the big problems? You must take your works away."

"Can you give it back to me before night?"

"This is probably not possible. It will take a month to show it. We will recruit all Japanese calligraphy enthusiasts to give a rating coefficient."

Zhong Yue looked at Aoyama Mitsuhiko's enthusiastic look, "That won't work, I have urgent needs."

Chen Tingzhi and Jiang Boheng walked up and looked at the work with excitement, their hands trembling with excitement. This kid is so talented!

If the calligraphy art of the previous "Yellow Wine Post" is close to the level of first-line masters, then the level of this work is completely the level of first-line masters, no, it is the peak level! Even Chen Tingzhi dared not say that there are such excellent works in his works in recent years, and the inspiration for calligraphy creation is also a very important part.

"You...you should go first if you have any urgent matters, just let's come here."

Zhong Yue is preparing to roll up his works.

"Hey, the work needs to be evaluated..."

"Old Chen, I have urgent needs." Zhong Yue insisted.

"If you don't leave your work, you can't participate in the selection." Although Mitsuhiko Aoyama likes this work very much, according to the regulations, you can't change the rules.

Zhong Yue didn't stop moving his hands, and turned to look at Tan Yongzhi who had finished shooting, "I'll leave the rest to you, I'm going to do something."

"Oh..." Tan Yongzhi's eyes were full of jealousy and envy.

That girl is so happy.

Just in front of everyone, Zhong Yue walked out of the Tokyo Book Hall with his calligraphy and leather box in his hand.

"Hello."

"Brother Yue, what's the matter?"

"How much can a little liquidity be used now?"

"Use? Do you want to use the money?"

Zhong Yue looked at the sky and said, "Yes, it's very urgent."

"Try me with money, how much do you want? Brother Yue, you won't bet on money in Japan, you lose your pants, right? Haha."

"I don't know how much I want..."

Ouyang Ming tsk his mouth and said, "It's a little bit. Millions are not a problem at all. My guy has no ability, so he has deposited all the money in the bank. From childhood to adulthood, the New Year's money will be bad. Transfer money is still..."

"Buy all of Japan for me." Zhong Yue paused for a moment.

"Puff, cough cough...what did you say?"

Zhong Yue was just thinking about the problem, "Help me buy LED advertising spaces for major landmark buildings in Japan, as well as advertising pages for newspapers and radio stations."

“…”

Zhong Yue said: "There is not enough money, you can think of a way to equip it first. I will give it back to you, don't worry."

"No, Brother Yue, this is not a problem that money can be solved by money. In terms of funds, I can find the old man or the second uncle. With you, the money tree, it is okay to borrow a thousand million yuan. The key is that some advertising spaces are not easy to deal with, and you also said you want all of Japan..."

"The more the better, I need to publish a piece of news within three days, no matter how much it costs."

Ouyang Ming asked in confusion: "No matter how much it costs?"

“Yes, no matter how much it costs!”

The sound of chewing potato chips came from the phone, "Okay, no problem. I'm doing it for spending money."

"Grass, save some flowers! Stop eating potato chips, hurry up and do your business! You'd better fly over here and help!"

"Damn, go to your grandma's potato chips, I'll tear the condom again!"

Zhong Yue: "?"

A strange scene appeared in his mind...
Chapter completed!