Walking out of the cabin door of the C-97 transport aircraft converted from B-29, the cold sea breeze in Tokyo Bay came towards him, causing Spencer Humphrey to move his hands and feet, scolding the Pentagon bureaucrats in his heart: "Damn it! I'm even colder now than the workers who logged in the snow in Minnesota naked!"

Major Jeffrey Hancock, who arrived with him on this plane, appeared behind him: "Mr. Humphrey, are we here?"

"It's here. Fortunately, I'm here! I can't wait to enjoy some Japanese turquoise sake! This damn weather!"

“………?”

With a word, but no response was received, Spencer smiled: "Diguan sake is a famous sake in Japan. It is said that when brewing, only 4 buckets of each stone rice are selected as the ingredients for brewing! Heat it and drink... Oh, Mr. Major, if you like it, I would be happy to invite you to my home and enjoy this pure Eastern drink."

Hancock smiled politely: "Thank you very much for your goodness, Mr. Humphrey. For me, I would rather enjoy the deliciousness of whiskey."

"If that's the case, Mr. Major, let's go down?"

Spencer Humphga is a military reporter in Yokosuka, the New York Times. According to his years of military reporters, he has already reached the time to apply for a return to China to work. Of course, in situations like him, once he returns to China, he can get a position as a senior journalist in the International News Department and spend the rest of his life comfortably. But what is surprising is that Spencer always refuses to transfer from the domestic side. Every time he makes excuses on the grounds that he has been living in Japan for a long time and then transfers a newcomer to fear that the latter will not be able to adapt to the living environment in Japan.

This has been the case several times, and the domestic side has also accepted his explanation. Only in the most important festivals in the eyes of Westerners, will he choose to return to China and spend his wife and children together, and for more other time, he still chooses to stay in Japan. Many people think that he is reporting more about the life and work of the US military stationed in Japan to China, but he is most familiar with his colleagues know that the reason why Henry (Spencer's nickname) is unwilling to be transferred back to China is mainly because he can't bear to leave his Japanese lover!

This lover is Yoshida Ai. He was once a waitress in Yokosuka's famous goddess bar. When Spencer first arrived in Japan in 1946, he was invited by a reporter from the US military station in Japan to drink at the bar and met Yoshida Ai. After a long time, the two of them became related. Originally, this was just a charming encounter between a lonely traveler in a foreign country, but I don't know which string Spencer was tied wrong, and he actually ate the taste of the marrow and kept Yoshida Ai for a long time. It should be said that at the beginning, he just wanted to find a catharsis to solve his physiological needs, but as time went by, he found that life in Japan was more suitable for a man like him than life in the United States!

Every day when he gets home, a gentle female voice sounds: "Are you back?" Then someone takes off his shoes, takes his coat, and brings sweet food. After dinner, he writes articles in his study, and Ai Yoshida will bring the fragrant coffee to the study, which is a bit like a red sleeve and a fragrant night reading! And all these treatments are something he cannot enjoy in the United States.

That's not all. Two years later, Ai Yoshida actually gave birth to a daughter who was as beautiful as an angel. The appearance and wisdom of this mixed-race child are quite beyond ordinary people. When he was less than one year old, his daughter could chat with others in fluent English and Japanese. Spencer was naturally happy when he was middle-aged, and he couldn't let go of this Japanese family. Now, he just spent Christmas and New Year from the United States and rushed back to Japan without stopping.

Walking out of Atsugi Airport, Spencer drove back to his home in his military Dodge car. When he parked the car in front of the door, he heard the giggling laughter of a child inside: It's his daughter!

"Here I'm back!"

"Hi Yi!" Hearing the man's voice, Ai Yoshida agreed inside, ran over and opened the door, his body was kneeling on the ground at the first time, and took a pair of slippers and placed it: "Are you back?"

"Yeah." He kicked his slippers and walked into the entrance. His daughter Angel, who had long missed her father's hard work, ran over with her feet and shouted in her unique nipples and yelled: "Dad?"

"Anqier!" Spencer picked up his daughter: "My Anqier!"

"Thank you for your hard work all the way!"

"Ah, nothing. Are the family okay?"

"Hi! It's just that Angel is sick. Ah, I've already seen Ms. Anne and took some medicine."

"Well, is my Angel sick?" Spencer sat down on the sofa in the living room with his daughter in his arms - like Ai Fei, the most discomfortable thing is the Japanese way of living and living - caressing the child's face: "Ah, Dad has a gift for me Angel. Hey, take my gift!"

“Hi Yi.”

The male host took out a big package from the gift box and handed it to the child. The latter took it over and tore it open the packaging: It was a huge doll: "Ah, it's so beautiful! Thank you, dad."

Spencer took out a much smaller package from it and handed it to Ai Yoshida: "For you."

"Do I have it too? Thank you so much!" Compared to my daughter, the mother became much more reserved. When she opened it, she found that it was a newly produced Chanel perfume: "Ah, this... I dare not be a good person!"

"Let's have a meal. I..." His eyes swept across the woman's round face: "...I'm hungry!"

Yoshida's face turned red: "Hi!"

It was late at night, in the bedroom where lights were like beans, Yoshida Ai Kimono was messy, allowing the man's hands to go in along the collar, playing with his body, but her head was buried under the man and serving him forever. The man's face was filled with a satisfied smile: "Oh, my God! This... is so... so...oh!"

After a while, Yoshida Ai raised her head in sweat, wiped off the hair on the corner of her mouth, lifted up the hem of the kimono, and sat in directly.

After a long time, the panting in the room dissipated, and Ai Yoshida laid her head on the man's sweaty chest: "Now I believe it."

"What?" The man's voice was full of fatigue.

"You are indeed... hungry!" As she said that, she also felt that her words were a little funny and chuckled.

About tomorrow's update. The 10th New Year's Day also presents three chapters. Only the third chapter will be later than today.

The rhythm of two chapters will be restored from the 2nd. On January 2nd, I will go to work, and the time is from 12:00 noon on the 2nd to 12:00 noon on the 3rd. Therefore, the updates for these two days were released in the morning and afternoon of the same day. Readers and friends should pay attention!

There is a good news to share with you: Starting next Monday (4th), this book will be on the list of recommended categories. Please continue to pay attention. Songshanao bows to express his gratitude.
Chapter completed!